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okay but honestly i think a hug from berdly would help my mental health a lot

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i... i thought this would be funny... and somewhat fitting, idk...

inspired/based on this comic:

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i <3 old lady yuri

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Stony yuri at ur service

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“surely this will not cause my chronic illness to flare up,” i say, actively doing something that has never failed to flare my chronic illness

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A gem from the Incorrect Quote Generator. FureYuri <3

Prompt if anyone wants to use it.

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Someone at Peacock was having a good time with the thumbnails. In none of them is Shrek with his wife, and look how intimate this is. I am rolling.

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& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!

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Minions/Despicable Me(4th movie spoiler) posting.

It really makes sense that some of the Minions work with the AVL later on after seeing Rise of Gru and the first Despicable Me. Gru was probably the first Boss they had that cared about them that much; learning all of their names, understanding their language, warmly admitting they're his tribe(family), and more. They are meant to work for the baddest person they can find, but they watch Gru grow up, commit great villainous acts and he turned out to be a bad ass in a different way after the gorls. He's still taking down others, going undercover, having unbelievable missions and has an exciting, wild(e), life. With the girls, then wife, then twin brother and then son coming along, their tribe only grows. And let's be real, some of the Minions join Dru when he commits crimes too, but it's not enough for them to commit to him fully like they did with Gru. Gru gives an actual frick about them, all of them. I like how the 3rd movie handled that. This is probably sounding rambly. I just really like the movies and how well they showed these things along the course of them.

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Lost the tweet this base was from. Editing and linking it in as soon as I find it again. If you have it, can you link, please? A messy Zelloyd based on that template. On twitter.

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Holy shit stop boosting Kai/juno, she’s a scammer who has been claiming to be getting evicted every single month for the past 3 years despite also putting a massive downpayment for a house. She’s lied about everything in her life especially her credentials and admitted she failed out of college in sophomore year. You are being taken advantage of over and over and over

Just seeing this. To be honest, I genuinely had no idea. I'm way behind on everything, and thought it was someone else like me, in a miserable situation. Thank you for telling me!

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Help Me Be Able To Go To Rehab

I relapsed about a week and a half ago. I finished my detox today. I need to go to inpatient rehab.

However, if I do that. I’ll have no income. I have no money saved up. I will lose everything. My apartment, my cat, everything.

I need to go to rehab but if I do that I’m going to need rent help.

Please help if you can. I need help.

Kofi | Cashapp | Venmo | PayPal

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Screenshotted from the twitter acct.

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Deprivation

Wordcount: 2k+ Characters: Flynn Scifo, Estelle, Repede. Yuri and Rita mentioned. Pairings: Unconfessed FureYuri and EsuRita. Late game spoilers. AO3, and sharing to other places too. Whumptober, prompt 8: "Leave the lights on." Note: First piece since the stroke + coma and I am proud of it!

The candles wax was getting down to its last, Flynn caught notice, knowing he would be lighting another candle instead of leaving his office and turning in at the late hour as almost everyone else had done already(he had to leave a light going to keep working, even if meant working straight through the night once again). Stopping anytime soon was not on his mind, continuing to sign the parchments needed to get more ships out to look for Yuri. Flynn had not wasted time throwing in his weight as the Commandant to help make it happen, and included the heroism Yuri had done, albeit in his own way. While it had swayed some to his side, others were not so certain and did not like him pulling his title on them to try and get what he wanted.

Lady Estellise had stepped in and gave her support to it as well, telling of her time with him and how he had helped people like a true knight would, even citing the rules all of the knights obeyed. The Princess had stood tall, firm and unwaivering. She had been able to recite the rules from memory alone, many in attendance too easily forgetting she had private knight training herself and could hold her own. Flynn was all too greatful for her support.

Flynn smiled somberly, aching and exhausted. There had been those who were vehemently against the idea- calling it a waste of funds and resources for someone not even of nobility or notable rank of any kind. Then those that were also already writing him off as dead(something Flynn refused to consider unless he saw a body). But they did not understand, did not know Yuri like he did. Did not know him as intimately- did not know how he could survive things that the average person could not. How Yuri did was beyond him at times, but his faith in the swordsman never waivered.

With the work they had done, there had been compromise of five more ships to join the search party. His Majesty Ioder had understood as well, but made it clear they could not send out everything and one they had and put a time limit on the search before recalling the ships back.

They would have three weeks to search then return.

The ships would not be the only ones out there looking. Flynn himself would be out there again as he had been every day and night without fail when not fulfilling his duties. Judith was searching by the skies with Ba’ul, Patty the seas, Raven checking in with every contact he had, Karol was speaking to the other guilds, Rita often with Judith helping her search and seeing if she could find out anything while furthering her own research along the way and Repede was going around with Lady Estellise trying to pick up a scent trail.

Yuri had affected the lives of his newfound friends and likely did not know to the extent he had.

There was some relief for Flynn in knowing he was not the only one out there searching so hard, determined and others not giving up either.

Flynn set the quill in the inkwell, leaned back in his chair, looking to the ceiling. The candle going with only a few short more minutes left to spare. Flynn’s eyes were burning from not sleeping as much(guilt, worry and determination) keeping him awake. His head pulsed in pain, heart ached as the rest of his body did but for different reasons.

Flynn had been considering the idea of confessing soon- trying to find when the time was right but it seemed it never was lately, and now Yuri was missing in action, and there was so much going on in the lands. The thought of it being too late had pricked at his brain and Flynn shoved it away as fast as it came. The guilt hitting him a little bit harder, and as it had been, his mind went to replay that afternoon on the tower…

He had saved him from one blast only to be unable to save him from the next attack. Lady Estellise had healed him more than enough to save his life but there would be a scar there permanently….

Too suddenly he felt a big yawn come on. Fighting against sleep, he pushed the chair away from the desk, stood and walked over to the window. It gave him a different view of the city than his room did. Flynn could see places lit up in the night and if he focused, hear the unintelligble chatter of the citizens as they went about their night.

The stars were out and moon full. It all reminded him of Yuri, knowing normally he would be sitting in the windowsill, admiring the view while Flynn worked and they would talk. Yuri kept him updated on those in the Lower Quarter he cared so deeply about, and his presence was calming. Always making sure he did not overwork himself and providing familiar, comfortable company. Someone Flynn wanted to spend everyday with for the rest of his life. There was a chance Yuri did not feel the same, but after they found him, Flynn had made his mind up to tell Yuri how he felt. He wanted to hold Yuri close to him, tell him of he he was missed, how hard they all searched and speak of his feelings.

A gentle knock at his door got his attention, and Flynn knew who it was right away. Only one person he knew in this castle knocked so gentle, so polite.

“Come in, Lady Estellise.” He answered, watching as the door was slowly pushed open and the the Princess stepped inside, Repede with her.

Estelle closed the door carefully behind her, not wanting to wake anyone else in the castle up. It was a late hour and even she was dirty and exhausted. Repede faired similar, some mud and dirt visible on his fur from his efforts today, ever determined to find Yuri as well.

Seeing her state, Flynn recalled she had been away today. Having gotten picked up by Judith to go and meet with Rita to search in some more places. “The hour is late, you should get some sleep, Lady Estellise.” He did not have to ask if she had any luck finding out anything.

Estelle’s smile was small and sad on seeing her friend, so visibly worn down and suffering more than the rest of them. She knew of his dedication to finding Yuri, of his feelings, and could understand them as well. Had it been Rita that had happened to, she would stop at nothing to find her. “What about you, Flynn? You look awful.” Her voice was laced with worry.

“Woof!” Repede barked loudly, agreeing with Estelle on his other owner. They could both so stubborn, but the canine was used to it by now.

“Repede agrees,” Estelle said, looking at the tired dog. It had been a long day.

“I had to sign the parchments for the ships, among other things,” Flynn trailed off for a moment. Not intending to worry her or Repede. “I will be doing another sweep of the city soon. I cannot stop until I find him.”

Estelle was quiet while she walked over to him, looking right in the eyes with her own tearing up. “No!” She said firmly, surprising Flynn with the one word. “Rita, Repede and I did a sweep of the city before I came back to the castle.” It did not have to be said they had no success at all. Any sightings the people had were all false leads leading to nowhere. “Please, Flynn, you need to sleep too.”

Repede trotted over, “woof, woof!” He barked in agreement again, worried as well. One owner was missing and his other looked in awful shape.

“There is still so much to do,” Flynn replied, his voice beginning to take on a weary tone. Hearing Rita assisted in the city search had not been shocking. Lady Estellise had confided in him over her growing feelings for Rita not too long ago.

Estelle was so, so tired herself, but was determined to not give up until she ensured Flynn was going to rest as well. She had one friend missing and did not want another to keel over -or worse- from the stress of it all. The wound he had gotten that day had stayed with her… He had almost died and would have if she did not have her magic. “It can be done tomorrow. The ships are not leaving tonight and what would Yuri say if he saw you like this?” From the look on Flynn’s face, Estelle saw she struck a nerve.

Flynn was quiet for a few long moment before saying anything else, his mind on memories of Yuri pulling him away from work to spar, get a drink, or take a much needed break of some kind. That smile he so badly wanted to see again, wanted to turn around and see Yuri somehow letting himself through the window to his room or office and not revealing how he got there. “Yuri would pull me away from work for a break, but he is not here and I have to find him.”

She did not want it to come to this, to pull this on Flynn, but he was being stubborn as Yuri could be, and left with no other option Estelle tiredly and determinedly pointed out, “How are you supposed to confess to him being in this state? He would want you to rest too.”

“Woof, woof!” Repede added in.

Flynn knew Lady Estellise’s words came from a place of concern and kindness, but it still stung to think of what Yuri would do if he were like this under different circumstances. Same for Repede. Flynn reached down to pet the dog, catching sight of how worn out even their canine companion was. Repede would need a good bath to get the mud and dirt off.

“Please, Flynn. We will find him, I know it, and so do the others. We are not giving up either.” Estelle spoke calmly, trying to be as assuring as she could be.

Flynn felt like this was a losing fight. He knew Yuri would fret and tell him about not working himself into a grave at a desk with too many parchments and politics.

The room darkened noticeably more, catching their attention, seeing the candle had melted down completely, some wax spilled over and hardening onto his desk. The remains of the wick were smoking, quickly thinning out.

Repede had chosen then to step in and do his part. He knew both of his owners too well, and bit onto part of the cloth hanging down from the armor, tugging on it with a whine.

“Alright, you win this one. But only after Repede gets a bath,” Flynn spoke, petting the canine on the head again. Repede growled in protest at the mention of a bath, but was evidently satisfied with the answer, letting go of the cloth.

Estelle brightened considerably. “Oh, that’s great, Flynn! I’ll help you!” She had declared with a little more energy in her voice. Relieved Flynn was listening to them and going to rest. She could help get Repede cleaned up, then get a much needed bath herself. They had done so much work and searching today, her body ached greatly from it all. Rita had helped her keep going, to keep pushing forward and not stop until moving was nearly impossible.

Flynn swiftly got things locked away in this desk, only taking the parchments with him for the ships approval to hand into Ioder in the morning, the rest could wait until a little longer in the day. Heading toward the door, Flynn had to ask, light heartedly, before they left the privacy of the office, “do you have plans on telling her how you feel?”

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Really stupid gay movie I'm into right now (you guys should watch it)

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Fandom: Garden Story Characters: Plum and Mandy(sort of). Warning: Talk of death and end game spoilers. WC: 1k+ Notes: Post-game, canon compliant, gen fic, gender-neutral language. Whumptober2024, Whumptober. Prompt set no. 17: "we had a good run." https://archiveofourown.org/works/61091884

Summary: Shivering a bit, Plum blew some warm air onto their hands, rubbing them together then pulling their scarf a little tighter. The biting cold was hard on Plum’s joints, but a final, personal talk with a long lost friend and fellow protector was needed

“Us Guardians had a good run, didn’t we?” The elderly Plum said, already knowing the answer. Plum sat beside the statue of Mandy; a plain wooden chair left there from a previous visit thanks to Concord. Even back then there was no way Plum could sit on the snowy ground without problems. Back then, with the aid of a cane, standing for a bit would have been possible, but Plum was much older now and things were so, so different.

There were other statues of Mandy, including in Plum’s own home of Spring Hamlet. However, this one was special- the last place Guardian Mandy’s spirit resided before becoming one with The Grove itself(probably still absorbing knowledge and things beyond their own current comprehension).

Shivering a bit, Plum blew some warm air onto their hands, rubbing them together then pulling their scarf a little tighter. The biting cold was hard on Plum’s joints, but a final, personal talk with a long lost friend and fellow protector was needed- Plum could barely make the journey as it was, knowing it would not be possible another time. Plum was an elder, not far away from returning to The Grove in spirit too.

Maybe Plum would even be able to talk to Mandy and the other guardians again in-person- if they had not succeeded in their long journey.

Maybe.

Of the eight of them, six had set off into the sea(searching for mana for The Grove that was being over ran by the rot eating it alive) and were presumed dead by most but a loyal, incredibly dedicated few, that would hear nothing but them returning alive one day.

Luna from Summer’s End came to mind, confidently telling the same thing to anyone that openly expressed their doubts because of how long it had been. “Blue will be back in their own time- enjoying an extra long swim since it’s peaceful now. Guardian Blue is one of the best swimmers out in the sea.”

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Plum mused aloud, an old smile thoughtful. “For me, this will be my final visit, Mandy. I couldn’t make this trip without assistance from Guardian Concord.”

The young guardian that united them all again and was able to reach Mandy before Mandy became one with The Grove itself. Plum had held absolute faith back then that the greenling Kindergarten Keeper would make a great guardian.

Concord was a little bit older now, still doing the title proud and had others appointed as protectors of their respective homes. It was fondly similar to how Guardian Cane made Plum a guardian all those long years ago.

“When you met our new guardian, Concord was only a greenling and still learning…. During that unfortunate time.” Plum spoke the last part with heaviness. So much pain and loss had come from back then. The heartache it caused never truly went away. There were scars from the rot without having to look far in any of the lands and in the hearts of the residents.“ When the others left, it was just us and you were taking every step to commune with The Grove itself. Doing the only thing left you could think of. You never gave up on us or The Grove.”

They still miss you terribly, speaking of your name in smiles. They feel your spirit in your sword.

Plum wanted to say it, but the words never came. It felt too close to admitting the beloved guardian would never return. The same as the others that left even longer ago and Plum did not have the will to say such.

“When the time comes, I can pass peacefully, knowing our home is in good hands. You would be proud, not just of Concord. Our villages have come together and there is true peace. One of the things we fought tirelessly for.” Plum could still easily recall times working together with the others, slaying the rot, braving the distances for research and resources, learning there was a limit to the mana from The Grove.

The talks of the Guardians seeking more mana to repair their home had Plum’s heart hanging heavy with an expression to match. Back then, having some villagers assisting as security, taking watches, and having it down to be under control for a time, it was a mixed decision for that many of them to leave.

Blue was an obvious choice to go. Worst comes, Blue was a gifted swimmer and could return…..one day.

It had been so long, rumors were naturally gossiped about and ones Plum would never entertain seriously. The six that sailed, abandoning their home in hopes to start anew elsewhere.

“I know you heard those rumors too, Mandy. You never believed it for a moment either.” Anytime Mandy caught whispers of it, you could expect to hear defense of their friends, Mandy’s way with words being calming and shutting it down swiftly. “Our friends are still out there, no word of them has ever reached us. Some still wait at the docks for any sign of their return.” In thought Plum held a difficult thought. The villagers of Spring Hamlet would not be waiting for Plum’s return, they never knew the stress others had of not knowing the fate of their Guardians. Plum had been Spring Hamlet’s guardian for a long time and refused to go with their friends on their voyage. When Plum passed, the villagers would know and know Plum’s spirit was back with The Grove, and likely conversing with Mandy in-person.

Plum could never leave Spring Hamlet without a guardian to protect it. Being needed elsewhere at the time, it was why he finally appointed Concord to be the hamlet’s latest protector of the land and of the villagers.

Heavy thoughts and emotions were making the elder Plum tired.

Tired in more than one way.

Plum placed a hand on the statue, silently swearing there was a warmth from it. Plum smiled.

“It’s time for me to go. Our home is in good hands, Mandy.” Using the cane, Plum stood with shaky legs, taking a moment to get balanced, breathing out a tired sigh, already feeling the weight of upcoming trek back home.

Taking some cautious steps forward to go meet Concord in the next area, Plum looked over to Mandy’s statue one final time.

“I will see you again soon.”

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