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streetsweepershenanigans · 3 months ago
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I don't care about historical accuracy, just give me new parents Icemav nervously waiting in the waiting room and getting to hold their child for the first time. I want mavdad and icepops bonding with their new baby 😭😭😭
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michaelholdenenjoyer · 11 months ago
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GUESS WHO JUST ORDERED THE SOLITAIRE HARDCOVERRRR 😝😝😝😝
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spyvsspyofficial · 5 months ago
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Please stop infantilising izutsumi she is a teenager please dont make her act like a 3 year old please please please AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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sunfortune · 7 months ago
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reading TVHLM again and just thinking about what they took from me 😭😭😭
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litchrally the perfect parallel of kate also having a panic attack about losing a parent and anthony helping her and they ROBBED ME!!!!
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jebeplanet · 3 months ago
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240829 ZEROBASEONE SEOK MATTHEW ✩ Instagram Story
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sophiethewitch1 · 5 months ago
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What I wouldn't give for a healthcare system that didn't actively work against me. What do you mean you won't pay for my psych appointments I'm going to strangle you
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clippyzippy · 2 years ago
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! 💜 I'm really busy so I didn't have the time to draw something proper, but here's Randy with a tiiiiny little tree! ^~^ he's happy with it though
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sparksflys · 7 months ago
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In 5 days 🥲🥲🥲🥲
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ofwrxth · 1 year ago
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+ ISLA / THE BAR
Elliot exhales as he sets down another beam inside the bar, going back to his repair task. It's been several weeks since the run to Nelson and even more since his and Hunter's run to Cache Creek. There've been half a dozen runs since then, and hundreds before, all fruitless. They all leave Elliot with empty hands and a hollow heart. But he keeps on because if he stops, he knows he'll shatter. Already held together by the thinnest of threads, he wakes up each morning feeling like Atlas. The world settles on his shoulders as his last bit of hope seems to sustain him enough to see each day through to its end. Even as he does shifts that keep him in town, that take him away from his search, he gets through them. And when there are days he's certain that small flame has gone out altogether, his family fights to keep it burning. To keep him going. It's why he can be here now, helping his brothers with the bar, focusing on the moments when things don't feel so heavy.
The repairs had started a few weeks back, but they'd been unable to complete it with other needs in town. Elliot recalls Wolf's words about how fast the town is growing, how many homes need building. He might've felt regret before for how the supplies are being used now, but he can't bring himself to feel remorse. Not really. Not when the fight had let him feel something other than his own despair. The pain of each blow, the satisfaction of doling out his own – it had all blocked the ache in his chest. "Who's call d'ya think it was to separate our repair shift from theirs?" Elliot asks aloud, jerking his chin in the direction of the west side and the vampires who resided there. He wipes his brow with a rag and continues to help repair the beam his head and Wolf's body had nearly bulldozed.
Working alongside his brothers is a good distraction, even if he'd rather be out searching. The only thing Elliot found on his last run that week was disappointment. So this work becomes a solace of sorts: actually accomplishing something helps him feel sane. Elliot hears his brothers talking around him as he hammers away, but his mind is somewhere else. H's running over routes and turning over maps in his head, thinking of the next run, the next search, the next stop. Nail. Hammer. Town. Nail. Hammer. Facility. Nail. Hammer. Another map. Nail. Hammer. Elliot. Nail. Hammer. Town. Nail. Elliot. Hammer. Elliot! He freezes, hammer hovering over a nail and he looks around for a beat, at his brothers working, at the beam before him. At the hammer in his hand. He waits for a beat. And then another before he takes another nail from between his teeth, going to hammer again. Nail. Elliot! Elliot drops the nails and hammer in a clatter to the sawdust covered floor. Before he can think, his feet are already moving and he's tearing out of the bar. He'd know her voice anywhere.
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rosecrunchly · 2 years ago
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not me kicking my feet over cuteguy, or anything…
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leavemetoplaythesims · 2 years ago
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i think about them everyday
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thehobbutts · 1 year ago
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looking at my bank account when rent is due
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lisxdumbr · 2 years ago
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LAST DAY MIRACLE
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izzyspussy · 3 months ago
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GOOD BEHAVIOR
GOOD BEHAVIOR!
GOOD BEHAVIOR!!!
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moss--knight · 7 months ago
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im gonna throw up trying to design a new suit for spidernova and it is not going well......
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Planning a move cross country is stressful af in case you were wondering ahaha
I'm totally fine and not at all stressed out
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