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STRAY 2022・dev. BlueTwelve Studio

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[Hjerteknuser] — Kaizers Orchestra

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pa said the well's run dry he said the bank came out yesterday and said we're gonna have to sell the blog and get work in the city like the rest of folks less we can come up with something real quick. he was all ready to sign the papers today but i begged him to wait to give me time to find something anything and he sighed and said he could give me a week and not a minute more. and i nodded and i cried because he was right when he said there was next to nothing i could do and even if i did find a miracle. all our neighbors shuffled off weeks months years ago because the posts dried up and the bank came knocking. i break open my piggy bank hoping there's enough drafts in there to tide us over. i sit there. and i have to decide if it's worth spending everything i have just to buy us an extra day. and i know this extra day will consist of walking around mute and shellshocked. and i decide. it's worth it. i give pa all my drafts and he looks at me and shakes his head and his voice cracks when he says i better keep hold of those for getting settled in the city. i could fight him. i don't. i leave all my drafts on the table and storm out the back door. there must be something. they must have just missed it. pa says he knows this blog better than anyone. but i grew up here, same as him. and as much as he loves it, i love it more. when i was seven years old he tore the place apart looking for me after i wandered off. but i wasn't lost. i'd found a tag to play in, happy as could be. he never found me, or the tag, i just wandered back out when i got hungry. it's pa's blog, but it's my home. i know where the creeks and streams and ponds are. i know if i look hard enough, i can find a new posting well.

day one, i strike out. i wake up before dawn. i come in after dusk with no posts to show for it. pa's boxing up our plates when i walk in. he doesn't say anything. i don't either.

day two, i wander a further. yesterday, i was following a map with areas of interest marked in order of likelihood of success. today, i pick a direction and walk. i have more to show for it, if only barely. i get home with one bucket of posts. pa tells me i should keep them.

day three i wake up because pa's dragging furniture into the yard for a yard sale. when i ask him what he's doing he says he'd rather be paid flop drafts by our neighbors than flop drafts by the bank. i walk back inside. get my map. i get home after midnight with empty hands.

day four. when i wasn't looking, the cold single minded determination turned into fear. i'm realizing i'm running out of time. i'm realizing the reason pa didn't put up a fight is because he knew there was nothing out here. i could kill him. what kind of farmer depends on one well? my heart isn't in it today. i head out after noon. i'm back before dusk. there's been a stack of empty boxes sitting outside my room since pa told me the news. i haven't touched them. tonight, i take one and put away some of my things.

day five. there's more ground to cover. it's more out of a sense of completion than anything. so that when we're in the city, i can say, i did everything i could. i looked everywhere. this was the only option. i stop midday for a rest. the ground i put my palms on is curiously softer than the rest. i dig. it comes away easily. it turns into mud. heart thudding in my ears, i keep digging. the mud gives way to a trickle of posts. ears roaring. i keep digging. hands covered in mud. the trickle turns into a stream. i start yelling for pa. i'm too far from the house for him to hear me, but i'm not thinking about that right now. i'm thinking about the posts in front of me, clear and fresh. text posts. gifs. amvs. there's enough to live another twenty years on this blog. i splash my face. i laugh. i fill my bucket. i'll have to bring more. we'll have to get the pump set up. because there are enough new supernatural posts here for me and my children to build a life.

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Laios, we need to cook

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i don't even understand why i don't hear the words 'freezer bride' like why what was i were my ears offline??? brain??

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i remember people going there’s no way there’s no way that’s rogue someone went rogue that was an edit that was a mistake and then a hero emerged and said no i just think dean would say that it makes sense to the story north american writers stay safe

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I need everyone to remember that destiel first went canon in LATINOAMÉRICA it's not even spanish destiel canon it was LATINO DESTIEL CANON. Slit in dean's eyebrow and all

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i've learned from supernatural conventions that this is code for gay

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latam dub. rumoured original script that got to the latam dubbing team before the last minute changes in the english version. “i never add anything that is not in the script”. the not so rogue translator. y yo a ti. chirping birds. last minute ad lib by jensen ackles. do these words make sense to you because they do to me

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the mad scramble to try to make sense of exactly how we got reciprocation was a high like no other. it was in the script and then removed and the latam team had a draft version. it was improvised because it made the most sense from a character perspective. it was indicated in the script but not said and they decided to vocalize it. the translator of the script did it it was an acting choice it was there all along and we were lied to la verdad vs despair !!!!!!!!!

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when the latam dub translator said that they made dean reciprocate because it just makes sense. because they watched the show. yeah. carrying them on my back

happy y yo a ti anniversary

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Supernatural “Jump the Shark” // #1 Dad by twitter user stephcd

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my condolences to mr. and mr. supernatural.