#IM TROES

[lowcallyfruity]

MY KNEES HIRT SO BAD

[rakeshouseparty]

Rake date/hang-out idea is them forcefully dragging you around some wooded area and making you hunt trail cams with them so they can destroy em!!!!

[nalver]

they really need to fix this bug with bathrooms where showering turns you really scareds

[snobgoblin]

im goign to troe up

[chilchucklover2003]

Seeing that fanart of chilchuck (trying) running away from a mimic and i think of this: oh... This turned into a fanfic....

Chilchuck is relaxing, thinking the room is clear and he has time to relax. Only to hesr shifting behind him, and turning to see a box, a crab like claw reaching out to him. He stumbles back qnd troes running away only to feel a VERY familiar claw gripping him by the leg, yanking him back. Hos chest colliding with the floor. Feeling his outstretched arm grtting pinched by another claw. As he tries struggling out of its hold, he feels legs pinning his orher leg while yet another claw grips his only free limb. Since when did mimics have so many claws!?!? His mind raced. His throat straining, a mix of curses and genuine fear rising from his voice. His mind racing as memories of dying to a mimic all play in his head like a-

"Wait, chilchuck?" Came a familiar voice. From behind him. As he stopped struggling, he felt the pressure stop from his limbs. And lift from his body. Turning. He saw you. The illusion dissipating like smoke. Your expression changing from surprise at seeing him to a realization of utter concern. "I thought you were a monster, or a shapeshifter or something- wait no, i need to appologize-wait no, firstly, are you okay?"

There are many things going through his head right now as he is facing up to you. But all racing thoughts came to a boil as he exclaims "NO IM NOT OKAY!"

You get an earful for the next hour or two..... Maybe more. Might as well havr been a week.

I LOVE WHEN YOU GUYS WRITE IN MY INBOX YIPPEE /GEN

[toutallyahoe]

Naomasa got a glow up in the manga and ksgaksbd

wait, really? motherfucker got more hotter than he truly was? fuuucccckkkkkkk

[meangirls2004]

[crookedcherryblossoms]

Can y'all share more Naruto content plz and thank you

[adrianomaini]

Nel Seicento, ipotesi sulla Ventimiglia (IM) romana

Nel Seicento, ipotesi sulla Ventimiglia (IM) romana

“Fuimus Troes, noi Ventimigliesi dispersi come i Troiani, cacciati dalla città romana, ora sepolta sotto la sabbia”. In un codice inedito e prezioso, antico di oltre tre secoli, l’erudito ventimigliese Angelico Aprosio scrisse a proposito di Albintimilium: “… Al Signor Don Giovanni Vintimiglia / Mentre ma giorno tutto ansioso e non senza tema d’esser ferito dal pestifero contagio, i! quale ha…

[bitchmilsky]

thinking abt how jasper said im gonna troe up in envygram wall

[you-are-my-joy]

seriously, TROE is so freaking amazing. and that roller coaster of events at the ending? genius. i legit went from crying to laughing in seconds. lol would u ever like accept asks for drabbles or create drabbles on ur own for this fic? i'm just so emotionally attached to TROE. love lots and hats off to your incredible writing!!!

im currently not accepting requests atm. (I atill have so many requests that was submitted a long time ago that i need to work on 💀)

but i’ll definitely write drabbles in the future! dont worry im also quite attached lol

[trans-rite]

Candela’s TRoE Altar: Days 5 and 6 [Part 1]

This night was one of offering love and sensuality, thinking of courage and the ways and places to inhabit it. I already know I have courage when it comes to activism, and sometimes the courage I need to tap into is one that relates to embodiment and being vulnerable with others. That’s what I wanted to offer Leslie: yes, poetry and will to fight and all, but most of all, a courage to love with an open heart. (2 pictures above show a shot glass with coffee and a stack of books on the altar; a GIF shows a smoking bundle of sage by candlelight)

New offerings: a shot-glass of coffee in a symbolic nod to the Compton Cafeteria Riots and the Stonewall Riots; some Skittles for Sylvia; the two books used to elevate were Techniques of Pleasure and Nerve Endings: The New Trans Erotic; and a short prayer/intention written on dissolving paper and then dissolved in water.

Prayers and poems: my invocation of the descendants and nod to the ancestors from a previous ritual, “The Low Road” by Marge Piercy (all about strength in numbers, family, and resistance) , and “Elegy” by Aracelis Girmay (about touch, beauty, im/permanence—and which starts with “What to do with this knowledge / that our living is not guaranteed?”). 

Songs for the evening: “Sueño Contigo” by Robi Draco Rosa, “Rubí” by Babasónicos, “Such Great Heights” by The Postal Service, and “Dance Like We’re Making Love” by Ciara.

-candela

[cursedempathy]

sb give cam his first kiss having him crowded into a wall and standing so close bc they dont respect personal space / dont have any themselves n they realize cam doesnt /actually/ dislike it is only scared really bc of his powers and what he thinks of himself ( tho whether or not they knows gotta be plotted but he slips p fast bc "they deserve to know if they're gonna keep getting close / touching me" but also troes to hide it bc "what if they dont want me bc im cursed and why would they its awful" *coughs* ) and maybe not even ACTUALLY touching until the kiss just really charged n intense moment and iDEFK IF THIS MAKES SENSE BUT GIVE IT TO ME COWARDS

[foulserpent]

uuuuuuuuuuuuuh big sexy worm? more like big sexy TURD!!!1 XDDD ebic le win for le win. o - q

hghhgggoihgggijiiibgffff im squirmingfggfgggggggggggg

[toseektoknoww]

sweepy techy

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

i lovve him wwih all my pusher hes auck a good boy he troes do hard but h needs to stary tryi  to get out there a little harder but im proud i ove him uch a good 

hes foin goopd

[shipless-lovers-blog]

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