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I recently had a dream where I was in a massive warehouse with shelves filled with dvds of films of every genre, decade and language. Every movie to ever exist stood before me and I was only allowed to bring 3 home. So out of the hundreds of thousands of films ranging from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves to A Serbian Film, which ones did I pick?
The Re-Animator trilogy.
I guess this means I need to add a certain 80s horror classic to my dvd collection and that I gotta watch the Re-Animator sequels.
Francisco de Goya, El sueño de la razón produce monstruos (The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters), 1799.
Odilon Redon, Les yeux clos (Closed eyes), 1890, Musée d’Orsay, Paris.
El sueño, 2014 Drypoint / Punta seca
Retracing etched cartographies, Leaves trailing and blurring the green into the black of your hair Careful cuts from plucking, thorns left of dreadful affairs Hands tightly wound, because pressure stops the bleeding right? Chasing ripples down the gravel, Skipping stones over the mounds of tapestries we left unraveled, Crawling into shades of optimistically feverish illusions Of questions reduced to rueful omissions And what of the accidental glances you inhaled? Indifferently desperate to show how you could carry us both over the waves And what of the visions that the echoes from trivial flutters held? Just to be ignored, bandaged by what we thought words would mend The rain washed over the crushed leaves, Damaged paths patched over in light of New Year’s Eve Crossed out calendars, our tree’s now grown don’t you see? The tendrils now curl my hair, as if comforting a forgotten maybe. So here I remain, retracing blood inked cartography.
studying spanish prior to an exam > being fortunate enough to visit Barcelona this summer
work hard, play hard💫
I just had my first cookie dream, I was Caramel Choux Cookie
(I don't know why I was her, I ignore her usually)
and I missed my friends but they were dead so I was sad but a cookie give me a Mashroom
(that became a rainbow cube later in the dream, dream logic right guys?)
that depending on where I bite I grow big or little
(I don't know why it's an Alice in Wonderland inspired dream)
then I appear in the Town Square
(not the in-game one but literally the in real life one of where I live)
and I embrace Black Raisin and Street Urchin in joy
(I don't know why Black Raisin was there or my friend, I was confused in the dream too)
while the rainbow cube was teasing me with his presence in my sight I explain to my friends's questions about how I am there, and I explain that I missed them and that I had a time limit otherwise I would have been stuck with them
(the time limit thing was inspired from the Mexican culture of the day of the death I think, I saw an animated movie years ago and if you remained in the afterlife too long you get stuck so it's something from the movie)
But then... my phone woke me up with a spam call
I was hugging Black Raisin and she was so soft and you wake me up with such a loud ringtone that I jumped from my bed
I'm so curious of how the dream could have ended now I'm disappointed
If you're happy in a dream, does that count?
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
I am afraid of falling asleep. To wake up to find that you were there only in my dreams.
— where shadows live
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date idea: let's listen to true crime podcasts while enjoying wine and pasta together. (and then later watch the moon)
a proper guide to ghosting ⋆⛧
His second favorite show
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I had a dream where it was announced that Dorohedoro season two was coming out on June 30, and i got super excited because A) that's much sooner that I expected, and B) thats Kaiman's birthday. and then I thought, is it weird that i have his birthday memorized enough to recall it in a dream, but i couldn't tell you the exact date of most of my friend's birthdays? I might have a problem...
anyway i was super disappointed when i checked the announcements this morning. no drhdr season two on Kaiman's birthday :(
I just woke up from the weirdest dream, I was somewhere with my bed and another person who I didn’t see but I knew was there and suddenly I see hitler coming in and going bed to bed doing something and then he gets to me and is like ‘I’ll dye Jesus’ hair’ and I reply ‘he’ll like that’ then he disappears and reappears on my bed tickling me and then I woke up
🥺 i had a dream i was a princess
i mean i was trapped on a desert island and had 5 days before i ran out of water but i was a princess
I just had a dream that we were back in school and used a Ouija board to teach students spelling
Dear stans,
If you knowingly step over your favorite content creators boundaries, you’re not a fan of them. If you like them, you’d respect them.
Experts say dreams are your brain reflecting on reality while you’re sleeping. So it’s official: My life is a nightmare! Come gaze upon the aquarium being destroyed by a peacock mantis shrimp!
the sweet scent of cigarettes and semen on your lips
Imagine a meeting between the star sanses and the bad sanses and mabey a few others. Dream gets frustrated and rest out a loud curse and some (probably fell) says "wow who knew the innocent little guardian knows how to curse." Dream fed up with being seen as some naive child claps back with "I am 507 years old, you are less then an infant compared to me you &$@*$#@!" Nightmare would lose it. Everyone is both terrified and trying not to laugh and the God of negativity laughs his ass off.
❤ Destiny
[600+ words]
[GN!Reader]
Summary: Everyone is born with words on their wrist, words their soulmate will say to them someday. You have the words "I love you" written in golden cursive on your wrist. (Dream x Reader)
You have grown up fearing the words "I love you". When your first boyfriend says it to you for the first time, you start crying. The relationship didn't end up lasting long but in every relationship you've had, it ends not too long after they say they love you.
You can't say the words back. Not because you don't love them, you always have, but trying to force the words out of your throat only brings vile, disgusting throw-up clawing its way out of your mouth.
Nothing about that ever changed when you got into your most recent relationship. You got the same chest-squeezing fear the first time Dream said "I love you" except after hearing your explanation, he didn't leave. He promised you never to leave saying "I love you" so that you never had to be scared of something bad happening.
Until it did.
You have never trusted someone as much as you have Dream, he is a sweetheart, he cares so deeply, and he loves you in the most honest way you've ever had anyone love you. He's the first person you've ever told you loved, and he's the one you're most scared of losing.
You wanted so desperately for him not to be your soulmate, only so you never had to lose him. But life doesn't always work out that way.
You were walking home together after dining out at a local pizza place, hands swinging together as you walked. It's such a peaceful night, a full moon shining down from above.
"We should eat out more often," Dream sighed happily. "I've never had better pizza."
That was pretty true but, "You said you were going to diet with Nick," You point out. Dream groans, pouting dramatically at you. "You can't just abandon him. He needs you."
"That pizza needs me!" Dream shakes his head with a laugh. "But fine, maybe another time. When he drops it in a week, we can all go together."
You try to hide your fond smile, "You're the reason his diets don't work out."
"Oh please," Dream scoffs. He then pauses and nods, "Yeah no, that's actually pretty true. But I have helped him work out so it evens out."
You giggle at his cute pouty face. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."
Dream can't even pretend to look mad, cheeks flushed at the nickname. He coughs, "I picked last time right? What movie do you wanna see today?"
"Maybe Coraline. I haven't watched it in a few months, I kinda miss the funky little clay people," Dream pouts again at your words.
"Hey, I'm the only little Clay person you need."
You press twin kisses to his freckled cheeks. "Of course, you are, babe."
You're both laughing as you walk down the street. All you can see is his face, his smile, and the way the moon bounces off his hair. Headlights light up every freckle, every strand of his stubble. There is nothing but Dream, his wide eyes, and you.
And then he's pushing you. You fall hard on your back, pushing yourself up instantly and staring, misty-eyed, at the car that's speeding past Dream's still body.
You can't remember much. You know you had started screaming only because people started pouring out onto the street. You do remember holding Dream's hand, carefully cradling his face. You were probably crying.
His eyes fluttered open for only a second and he smiled, teeth bloody, the second he saw your face. After a second of open-mouthed silence, his voice croaked out quietly. "I love you."
You don't remember anything more from the night. Dream didn't make it. You were gone soon after.
{《☆》}
[Whoops, forgot to mention it was "Last thing your soulmate says to you" AU. My bad. Anyway, Dream is my little meow meow. He might've lied about being blonde and his freckles but honestly I had no expectations (my mental image of him is still a blob, ngl).]
[Tell me any other sad prompts you have, I might end up writing them, who knows :)]
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HAPPY DREAM DAY
April Fools 🖤
Description: April Fools with MCYT's
Dream, Tommy, Grian, and Wilbur
Dream
This mean little teletubby is absoloutely spending/doing whatever he needs to ruin your day (in a totally fixable and not cruel way).
He's the type to put a bucket of water on your door and record you being soaked
He'll also put salt
All over your food
Like enough salt to fill an ocean (not really but it's a lot of salt)
He'll definitely be a good sport if you decide to prank him back but if you dont
He'll feel a tad bad and spend the next week spoiling you to make up for it
Tommy
Okay so
Tommy doesn't really strike me as an all out pranker unless it's in like minecraft
He might do some stupid shit like the salt thing or maybe hiding your things
All really easy things that don't take much time
And he'll tell you where everything is if you don't find it by dinner
He'd definitely play up any reaction to a prank but it'd all just be show and he won't actually stab you with his "many many knives"
Grian
Okay so Grian would love to prank you either in person or minecraft
All small things and he'd help fix any damage he caused cause he's nice
He's also going to rope you into pranking someone with him
Probably scar
And Mumbo
If you prank him, he'd be absoloutely delighted. He's better than a good sport about it, he wants to learn how you did it and spend a while laughing with you about it.
He'll be back to normal the next day but let it be known he took notes
Next April Fools will be chaos
Wilbur
Wilburs the weird type of pranker
He won't do conventional pranks
Like you may not even be aware he's pranking you until you spot him laughing maniaclly
He'd put all your furniture like an inch to the left and laugh when you bump into it
And hide my little ponies toys around your room
You didn't notice until Twilight Sparkles horn stabbed your butt when you sat on your bed
He won't explain where he got them or why
You think he's a bronie and now he's the one suffering
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
{《☆》}
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. "𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦."
𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦."
{《☆》}
CHAPTER 3 IS OUT!!!
:D
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❤ Happily Ever After
Request by @zerocanonlywriteshit on Tumblr: "This is sooooo good well there possibly be a part 3?" Part 1, Part 2
[2500+ words]
[he/him pronouns]
Description: You, George, and Wilbur visit the US. Unsurprisingly, it's hard to keep your feelings for Wilbur and Sapnap lowkey. (Sapnap x M!Reader x Wilbur)
[Read the rest under the cut]
{《☆》}
The sun was warm against your skin, the soft pink shades of the sky melting into purple and orange and the prettiest shade of yellow you've ever seen. George is tucked into your shoulder, tired from the long flight, sitting with his legs tucked by his side on the bench. Your luggage is pulled in close, close enough for you to keep it all safe.
Wilbur is leaning back against the wall, one of his legs splayed over your lap. He doesn't look too sleepy but he still rests his eyes for a few seconds. His pretty lips puff up at the cold, blowing hot air out before they decide to tug themselves closer to you. As both of their personal heaters, you're also now responsible for their luggage.
The taxi should be getting there soon but you can't find it within yourself to wake up either of your boys, George leaning against your collar bone like he was 7 again and Wilbur slumped into your shoulder, head pressed to yours. His cold arms, bare without the sweater he had given to you, are wrapped loosely around your waist. Even in his sleep, he desires to be closer to you.
You press your cheek closer to him, breathing in the feeling of packed air, warmed by the sun and cooled by the wind. It's nice, you think. Wilbur's sweater pools around your hips and you smile. You weren't able to wear your binder on the plane, as it was longer than 8 hours, so Wilbur offered his sweater to make you more comfortable.
You pick off a piece of lint and another car rolls up to the curb, one of many. This one though has your taxi number on it. You nudge Wilbur up and he blinks away the sleep easily enough. George groans when you try the same thing with him, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout instantly. Wordlessly, you cave and pull him up yourself.
He stumbles into your arms and with practised ease, you pull him towards the taxi. Wilbur's already shoved your luggage in the trunk with the help of the driver, instantly settling into your side as you sit in the middle of both of them again. If you weren't playing the role of responsible adult right now, you'd fall asleep with them.
The ride is a bit bumpy but you manage to avoid potholes and surprisingly quicker than you expected, you appeared at the hotel you'd all be staying at. George had tried getting you to agree to stay with him at Dream's house but although you had a close connection to Sapnap, liking someone and living with them were two different things. Wilbur had agreed to share a room with you, with two beds, while George stayed with Dream and Sapnap. Today though, with the early morning sun leaving you all drowsy, you and George piled into the same bed while Wilbur collapsed on the other fully dressed. Shoes and all.
Pulling your brother's shoes off, tucking them by the door, you also took Wilbur's off. He grumbled something thankful but was still face down in the bed, too muffled for you to fully hear. You took off your shoes and switched to more comfortable pants. After throwing a blanket over Wilbur and tucking your brother under the covers, you wiggled next to him.
George latched onto you, ever a clingy sleeper. He babbled something incoherent in his sleep before twisting to eat a mouthful of pillow. You gave up stopping him, relaxing back. You could still see a bit of sun peeking through the window, now higher and stronger. Not as pretty but still just as warm and cosy. You closed your eyes with the last image in your head the thought that orange and yellow mixed well together.
{《☆》}
George ends up pushing you off of the bed just a few minutes before it turns 9 am. You take a deep inhale and exhale, contemplating the consequences of sleeping on the floor. Your back aches just at the thought and you sit up when you realized it'd make it another day without a binder if you fell back asleep.
The bathroom in the hotel is big, with clean marble counters and a porcelain bathtub. You take your time brushing your teeth and using the bathroom. You quickly pull a binder out of your suitcase and it takes you barely any time to put it one, relaxing back into the tightness of it. It doesn't hurt, George would kill you if you ever purposefully sized down, but it hides your chest well and honestly, you're convinced whoever made them was a god.
Flicking the lights off, you pull the curtains apart. The sun, shifting higher in the sky with every minute that passes, shines down on Wilbur's face from where he hangs slightly off the bed. You reach over to pull his head on the bed, smiling down at how he melts into the contact, leaning into your hand with a simple shift of his neck. You can't help yourself from brushing your finger over his cheek, thumbing the blemishes that make him so perfect to you. He looks so pretty, you realize for not the first time. It's a shame that Sapnap's heart also weighs you down.
You like both of them, that much you've managed to realize before you left. it's an odd thing to think about, knowing that both of them hold something delicate to your heart. You know there are solutions, communication would be the best option, but even the thought of talking about your feelings have your brain-twisting.
You shake Wilbur's shoulder to avoid thinking about it more. He grumbles with some curse word or another hissed with it. You shake his shoulder again, "Wil, wake up."
He flips to his side, hand reaching up to grab your own. He tugs your arms closer until you stumble onto the bed too. Wilbur flips the blanket to wrap cover you and wraps his arm over your shoulder, an ineffective way of trapping you if you were fully awake but one that manages to keep you there anyway. "No."
"Wilbur, we should go eat the free breakfast before it's over." You try, still trying to unwrap the blanket. "Otherwise you're going to have to pay for Walmart food."
Wilbur grumbles, digging his nose into the pillow. You smile softly, reaching up to the arm around your shoulder. Gently, your pull away and trace his knuckles. "C'mon, you'll get to see what George looks like half-asleep."
"Fine," Wilbur grumbles, pulling himself up with you. You brush the hair from his face, unable to control the urge, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. He smiles dopily at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingertip when your hand drops. "Good morning,"
"Goodmorning, Wil," You stand up, pulling him by his wrists until he stands, using you as his crutch for a second. The floor is cold and you suddenly realize you don't have socks on. It makes sense, who sleeps with socks on, but it's still a jarring sudden realization. "Now, go brush your teeth so that I can start waking him up. Go."
Wilbur walks off and you push yourself forward to get over the way his hips move. George is clutching a pillow close to his chest, blankets kicked off of him in his sleep to lay fitfully on the floor. You, unceremoniously, plop on top of him.
"Oof!" George whines, falling back into a routine you knew so well. "Get off you big oaf!"
"No, I don't think I will," You wiggle more, pushing back as George desperately tries to push you off. "Now get up."
"No," George kicks at you, rolling over and pushing his face into the pillow. He cries out as you scoot over him again, going weightless. "Fine, fine get off!"
You roll off of him, grinning at his unimpressed glare. Reaching over, you squeeze his nose between your fingers and he swats it away quickly. "Goodmorning, ratface,"
"I'm literally going to kill you," George sways for a second standing, making you lean over to check on him, but then he rights himself in a second and leaps at you. Quickly, you both are tumbling on the bed, George's elbow bitting into your side before you roll him over and kick him softly to the other side of the bed. Your giggle is cut short by George throwing a pillow at your face.
"Really?" Wilbur asks when he walks out of the bathroom, eyebrows raised, ruffling his wet hair that is frizzy and stuck up. He shakes his head with a smile, "C'mon, I thought we were going to go get breakfast."
George frowns up at Wilbur, pouting. "Fine, I'll go get washed up."
"Are we meeting up with Sapnap and Dream today?" Wilbur asks as he sits, throwing a leg over your lap. You shrug, glancing over at your phone that sits on the night table innocently. It doesn't seem to buzz at all but then again, Sapnap usually texts you a late good morning to match with your time.
(The thought that now he doesn't need to buzzes in your brain.)
"I can text and ask if he's open to meeting up for lunch later." Glancing over at the bathroom your brother is washing up in, you frown slightly. "Maybe, George would like to meet up earlier though. We can always have breakfast together, I suppose."
"Well, what about you," Wilbur asks, making you turn back to him. "What do you want to do?"
"I dunno, I guess I'd like to stay and have breakfast with my brother before he leaves."
"So we'll stay and have breakfast here," Wilbur smiles at you, lips smoothed into the prettiest smile you've ever seen. "Glad that's settled now."
You laugh, pushing his leg off your lap gently. George comes out of the bathroom, flopping down forward into your lap, throwing his arms over Wilburs. It's nice to laugh with people you hold so dear, even if something was missing.
{《☆》}
A few hours later you're dressed up in a casual, but nice, outfit as you all prepare to meet up with Sapnap and Dream (though the man argued that he could just order food in so that you could all eat at his house) they both agreed to a small restaurant that sold private rooms so that they could all keep their appearance lowkey.
"(Y/N)!" Sapnap cries out, face split into the widest grin. He is too close to need to run but he still jogs towards you, arms outstretched wide and inviting.
"Sapnap!" You yell back, leaping forward into your online-- now IRL--- friend. His arms are warm, enveloping you tightly as he pulls you so much more closer. Tears are wetting your eyes and threatening to spill but Sapnap blubbers out odd words as he jumps with you, spinning and almost knocking both of you to the ground.
"(Y/N)!" Sapnap cries, sniffling himself. It makes your eyes water and then a few tears spill. "You're here!"
"So are you!" You pull away, wiping at your eyes with a grin. "Oh my god! Sapnap!"
"(Y/N)!" He chirps again, smiling even wider.
"All right everyone, calm down," Wilbur chuckles as he gives a small clap of his hands, watching you and Sapnap with a curious look in his eyes. (Above/Below) your head, their eyes meet and something sparks. It's only when Wilbur says this do you realize that someone came in behind Sapnap, Dream, and is still holding your brother in his arms. It's not inherently romantic but it makes you smile at how happy your brother is to finally be with his best friends.
"Let's sit," Dream says with a smile, pulled away from your brother but still at his side. You take the seat in the middle, Sapnap and Wilbur on both of your sides. "It's nice to meet you, (Y/N). I kinda can't believe you guys are in America now."
"I know, it's oddly weird to be back," You rest your hand on your palm momentarily before your mother's chiding voice bites back in your head telling you to keep your elbow off the table.
"Oh yeah! You went to school here, didn't you," Wilbur smiles at you when you turn to him, remembering a fact you had forgotten you told him. "I don't remember the name, sorry."
"That's fine, I stayed in Cali studying (major) but I was around another month or two before I came back to bother George." You poked George over the table, laughing when he swatted your hand away. "I haven't gone to see much of Florida."
"Most regular people don't," Sapnap nods, nudging shoulders with you. "Dream's holding me captive though,"
"Oh shut up, Sapnap," Dream scoffed, narrowly missing you as he kicks Sapnap under the table. He rolls his eyes, still smiling fondly at him.
The dinner passes quickly, something warm and gooey bubbled up inside of you with every joke that made you laugh until your insides hurt. This was nice, it was more than nice, it was all of your favourite people in one room. It felt like home.
{《☆》}
Sapnap decided to stay with you and Wilbur and wander the streets, Dream and George going to pick up his bags and take them to the shared house. You balanced on a car bump in a parking lot of a 7-11. Wilbur was poking around in the store for something to chew on, assuring you he would get something good enough for all of you.
Sapnap stood in front of you, smiling all amused at you as you teetered. "Having fun?"
"Yes, I--" You shrieked as you fell forward, taking Sapnap down with you. You tumbled into the gravel, giggling like children.
Wilbur stepped out of the store, leaning over the two of you. "Should I ask?"
You giggle again, reaching up to pull Wilbur down with you. He stumbles and is slightly over you, an arm keeping him up on the side of your head. "Hi!"
"Hi," Wilbur smiles, moving to get off of you. Still though, in the spirit of all of you on the gravel, he lies down next to you. Sapnap reaches over you for a handful of whatever Wilbur had gotten.
It comes up suddenly, a burst of affection for both of them. You can't stop yourself from muttering it softly to yourself, not as quiet as you had thought, however. "I love you guys."
"Love you too," Sapnap says, as light as wind. The words freeze you but Wilbur doesn't skip a beat.
He shifts to his side, facing both of you. Quick and easy, he leans forward to kiss your nose. "Love you."
You fluster horribly, hands reaching up to cover the horrible grin you have now. "I didn't mean to say that."
"We still meant it," Wilbur says, eyes so soft and sweet as they look at you.
"Yeah," Sapnap nods along, staring up at the darkening sky above you all. "You're like, amazing."
You laugh because you don't know what else to do. "I didn't expect today to be like this."
Sapnap shakes his head with a smile, "I wouldn't change a thing."
"Neither would I," You mutter as Wilbur leans back over to give you a real kiss.
{《☆》}
[Well well well, I'm a little liar. I'm trying to do a few more requests before I do what I actually said I was gonna do. Next will be a part 2 to the BBH fic and I'm going to try to get as many requests out as rn since I have a small Thanksgiving break.]
[Besides that tho, go self care and eat food and drink water and get a full 8 hours of sleep 💪👊🤬]
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