#then did NOT stay in touch after

[isa-ah]

crick is a few years older than isaiah... what if he had very faint i was a little boy memories of isaiahs mom before she died oxo

[fisheito]

Super important question. Do you think Yakumo is ticklish?

wait hold on i have to look this up

[askblueandviolet]

macaque go touch some fucking grass

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[angesaurus]

Trying to not let it bother me but it does hurt that all the daycare parents made plans to go to dinner and we were not invited. We all had a playground graduation party for the kids this afternoon and then to hear them making the plans kind of sneakily (low voices but I mean, I can hear them)….. kind of sucks? Like that feels a little shitty? Cecilia came and asked if we were going to the restaurant and I’m like ….. well we were not invited????? And she’s confused because “well all my friends are going!!!” And I’m like ????? I don’t know what to tell you.

A few weeks ago they all got together too (all parents no kids). We were the only couple not invited (thanks for showing me that Facebook lol).

[goodmorninglovelies42]

Just thinking about Ted Lasso as Dorothy and Beard, Nate, and Roy as the Scarecrow, the Lion, and the Tin Man. Have we done this yet?

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[cosmogyros]

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[runningatypufullspeed]

WOULD YOU GUYS LIKE TO SEE MY FUGLY UGLY ASS ALLEGORY OF THE CAVE X FAHRENHEIT 451 CROSSOVER DRAWING THAT I WAS FORCED TO DO FOR SCHOOL….. ITS SO UGLY AND MONTAG IS

WHITE.

AND THE HOUNDS ARE DISGUSTING THE COLORING IS SO SHITTY AND MILDRED …. Well ok she looks alright kindof but the COLORING ….. SKETCH WAS BETTER but do you guys. Do you still want to see it…….,,,,,,

ALSO NO OFFENSE TO WHITE PEOPLE PLEASE I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶😁👍 within reason

[whatisshelties]

When you see the Purina Incredible Dog Challenge described as one of the most prestigious events in dog sports and you're like how?

You run the same agility course 2 times the day before filming so you can make sure you have it down for the camera. It's run 4 times total. You have to know someone who knows someone to be invited for anything other than disc and dock. It's a production? Not real????

I think because I don't train dogs for a living I don't find a lot of value in it as an accomplishment, so when people talk it up I'm like...it's not that big of a deal? I say this as someone who has done 3 of them, one being the "national."

[freebooter4ever]

holy shit for the first time in ten years i forgot nicks birthday

[no1ryomafan]

It’s the way I’m in between of “I’m okay if getter gets zero no content this year even though it’s the 50th anniversary because dynapro bot wise it’s grendizer year which has been long overdue, plus getter could be having it worse compared to other mechas” and “please god if your gonna give us even a crumb make it a new spin off manga at least even if I’m probably not gonna read immediately or just a fucking figure that ISN’T shin getter”

[robinsnest2111]

ah of course my brain is regaling me with only the choicest of Bad Thoughts when I'm trying to fall asleep...

[meme-loving-stuck]

i remember being brought up christian like, almost concerned that i never felt a connection to any of the shit they were talkin about,

and when i was younger i was like "oh no! am i bad for not feeling connected to god?? is it bad i feel like my dead mom doesnt talk to me or watch over me?? am i horrible for pretending?????"

but turns out i just had Autism Powers that made me immune to it and i was able to completely sever myself from the idea of being Christian at the ripe old age of like 13. and it was such a HUGE comfort to see that there were all these other beliefs and spiritual sort of things that other people chose to believe in and didnt necessarily treat their beliefs as COLD HARD UNDENIABLE FACT the way christians treat the existence of god & heaven & hell

like now that i am older i know i was in fact traumatized by the culturally catholic beliefs my family held & forced on us all, but i am really immensely grateful that my child self looked at all the other aspects of christianity that would horrify most other children into behaving/conforming, and basically just went, "okay, source?"

and that was the end of that

[glimpsesofeuterpe]

note to future-ish self: do not drink booze without eating something as well

[capricioussun]

Patch & Void

suggested by @rainbowut

Ao3

Dark grey clouds swirled overhead. Heavy with rain yet shed, they drifted along slowly, almost at pace with his meandering. Even though it was just sometime after noon, the world looked desaturated in their overcast tint.

Some might call it dreary, or somber – he would call it nice. Bright sunny days were too hard on his functional eye anyway. Maybe the humidity aggravated his joints, but what didn’t anymore? The clouds and mist also kept the temperature from reaching high enough to prevent him from partaking in this particular, favored pastime.

Walking aimlessly around their quiet little neighborhood.

The surface was nice and all, but their little slice of it was plenty. Even a little too much, sometimes. He wasn’t as old as his bones tried to convince him, but…things take their toll. As much as he’d liked working at ‘Hugs ‘n Stitches’ the past few years, his fingers just didn’t move like they used to. Like when he’d helped his brother make his costume-

They wouldn’t miss him too much if he quit, and Papyrus’s work made more than enough for them to stay comfortable. They wouldn’t have to worry about…anything.

It would be fine.

Lost in thought, he was reminding himself he could always stop in to visit his ex co-workers when a chill trickled down his spine. It had nothing to do with the light rain that just started.

His sight landed on a tall form standing a few yards down, at the very end of the walkway leading to their porch. He couldn’t help a shiver at the sight before his eye adjusted, like a silhouette cut straight out of reality. A missing piece where there shouldn’t be one. The deep red scarf broke that illusion, though, and Patch recognized him instantly.

“hey, preacher man,” he rasped once he was close enough to be heard, a breath as he slowed to a stop before him, “what gives us the pleasure?”

Void had waited pristinely, uncaring of the misting rain. His eyes only drew from the trees across the way once Patch spoke, finding him in a faintly off putting neutral acknowledgment.

“Do you have a moment to talk?”

———

“Are you certain?”

Void’s gaze fixed outward, watching the branches and leaves bend in the wind as rain pelted down on their back porch’s roof.

Patch took a deep breath, humming quietly on the exhale. “you take me as the kinda guy…to make rash decisions?”

The other didn’t look to him, distractedly shifting the mug in his hands. Patch had never seen the other look so uncertain before, it served to drive home just how worried he really was about this guy.

“No.” He finally answered, looking down into the murky tea, long since gone cold. “It’s a lot to ask. More than I would normally, but under the circumstances…”

Patch cleared his throat, scratching his chin as he leaned back in his armchair, “nah, i get it.” His gaze drifted to the windows as well, “ain’t that much…” he took a breath, “ain’t much different from the last one.” He glanced back and caught Void’s expression pinch, “right?”

Finally, the other’s lightless eyes turned to him, looking more himself, “It’s significantly different and you know that.” It could’ve been a scolding if he didn’t sound so tired.

“heh,” Patch’s sockets crinkled as he smiled, “not ta me though.”

At that, Void’s expression sobered, deflating as he looked back to his hands. Another silence ushered in, making the storm sound so much louder. Funny, how it looked brighter out now than it did before.

“Thank you,” almost a murmur, and Patch tried not to think too hard about why this had him in such a twist. Even if he fully understood, he’d still do it. They owed a lot to this weird alternate version of his brother which he tried not to think about too hard either.

“no hay problema,” he sighed, sinking deeper into his chair. The rain was letting up, pattering more softly against the windows, the sky growing lighter still, pitching everything in a faint glow.

“and uh…since we’re gunna be seein’ more’a each other…” Patch set his own mug on the side table and caught the corner of Void’s eye with his own, “don’t be such a stranger, huh? …mi casa es su casa.”

His brow bones knit up with confusion, not fully turning his head to look at Patch as he flatly asked, “Why are you talking like that.”

Shrugging, Patch’s smile softened more sincerely, “paps been…gettin’ into all these spanish soaps lately.” Void’s own expression eased, and it finally seemed like he’d come back to himself. “dunno why, but…eh, makes ‘im happy.”

The other breathed a light laugh, taking a sip of his tea and straightening to his more normal, back breaking posture. “How is Dove? It’s been a while since we’ve spoken.”

Bait taken, Patch smirked to himself as he started updating their friend on what he’d missed since his last ‘check in’. As always, Void listened patiently as Patch took his time so as to not run out of breath. And if he took more time than usual to drag it out, well, it didn’t seem like Void was in any hurry.

Dos.

He’d have to write the name down before he forgot again. It was looking like the next few months were going to get very, very…interesting.

[araiz-zaria]

Buds™✨

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Right after that fateful introduction Billy and Petya instantly became fast friends. He showed him around everywhere around campus and beyond, accompanying him to every place if needed be (admittedly bordering on possesiveness (there was a time where Petya wanted to meet up with fellow Georgian compatriots in town and Billy insisted on going with him he had to be turned away politely a few times 🤣🙈)).

Petya, on his part, highly appreciated his new friend and guide, not just to the new university, but also to the city and the country as a whole. There was almost no day where they weren't having fun together (often with Thomas in tow as well 😂).

Needless to say that Billy was one of the reason why Petya's exchange year became the most memorable time of his college year.