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I Would Die For Them - Blog Posts
When we blaze, it's pictures of my cat. Please look at my spoilt silly baby:
I love having a friend I can just talk to about anything. I never really talked about the things I liked as a middle schooler because I was that one gay kid obsessed with anime and Minecraft and all that other shit but in a Christian community. But a little over a year ago, I met a person equally as gay and obsessed with anime as I am, and I love them. So much. I actually get excited about talking to them because they will listen no matter what. They know more about me than my parents and best friend of 6 years. Like holy shit. I want to forever be their friend and talk to them and rant and all of that.
The best part is, I get to listen to them. I get to hear about their interests, what music artist they're currently obsessed with, that one character from that game that they can't stop thinking about, and what book they're reading. I get to bond with them. And I love it. I love having a friend I can talk to about anything, and also being the friend they talk to about anything. I hope everyone has a friend like this. :)
some outro pics
Sometimes when I go to tesco they'll have gin next to this one drink (I don't remember what kind) but it says diablo on it and I really want to get a picture because it's everyone's favourite siblings in a different universe/hj
i’m back on my the altogether bullshit
anyway follow through is criminally underrated and should be on spotify
hear me out i want to see Murky and Grace becoming friends
What if one day Murky asks Burakh to cure her doll? The Plague is unpredictable and extremely deadly, no wonder the kid is scared to death. But there is no panacea yet, Artemy is extremely busy running around the town, walking through the Steppe, only coming home late at night to brew tinctures and leave again. One day Murky goes wandering through the Steppe - she doesn't know much about the herbs, but she surely understands how magical twyre can be - and finds herself somewhere near the cemetery, where she meets Grace. Murky approaches her silently. She says nothing, only pokes Grace a little with a doll's rag hand to get her attention. Grace takes the doll in her hands, gently strokes her head, and starts singing quietly. Murky won't let one hold her doll for long, she'd wait a little and suddenly pull it back, as if she's been struck by electricity. She, then, turns away avoiding eye contact and asks whether the doll answered. The doll looks over Murky's shoulder with her button eyes, hanging her head to the side. Grace wipes a tear from her cheek and doesn't even know what to say. A toy is just a toy, but this is not a simple one, like Murky herself. No one has ever approached her with anything like this before... She stays silent… she lives, then, - Grace guesses the reason for Murky's visit, - is she was dead, she would tell me... I promise that if this happened i would care for her, i would give her milk and sing her every night Murky didn't listen. Relieved, she ran away back in the Steppe. She will come to Grace tomorrow again. Just to check everything ia all right with the doll.
You forgot body convulsions
*robrae appears* *high pitched noises* *heavy nose snort breathing* *unintelligible grunts*
my two favourite people in the whole wide world
Waking up
Its a more relaxed version of this without the noise haha.
Sonic's softer tan fur and broad chest makes for a great pillow, or at least Shadow thinks so. Too bad he can't stay there all day.
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i love projecting onto characters