trick or treak!
happy halloween mal!!! look at this photo of the moon i took at my parents house

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trick or treak!
happy halloween mal!!! look at this photo of the moon i took at my parents house

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im not asleep yet so what are your favorite things about your grubs and may i habe pictures of your grubs
I love how obsessed with me Gracie is here she is rn she never leaves me alone
AHH she accidentally touched my screen and sent this early before I could talk about Yombite 😭
Yosemite is such a gentle boy 😭 he's so dumb and cross eyed and snaggle toothed. he runs around in circles when it's time to be fed
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The rooms on Mortimer Street sink their teeth into a considerable sum of his half-pay, but John would offer it all and the crumbs too for the discretion they afford him. The landlord, a scrupulous Southwark man often preoccupied by personal affairs across the river, leaves the upkeep of the tidy townhouse to his housekeeper; it is she who knocks on John’s door one torrid afternoon in late July, breathless from the climb to the attic when she announces the arrival of a young Mr Peglar. Henry crosses the altar crown first, gaze sweeping up the moment Mrs Beatty makes noise to start supper. There’s an impertinence to him that hitches at John’s throat, familiar in ways barely forgotten but willfully ignored: the jig of his lip, eyes at half-squint, the ruddiness of his cheeks tempered by weeks ashore. His beard has been shaved back neat and lean, and John allows himself the cruelty of imagining the barber who was gifted the rare privilege to hold Henry’s jaw in the crease of his palm. Did he close his eyes? Did he lean back into the touch, neck long and bare, pulse a thin flutter beneath whiskers freshly shorn?
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for your viewing pleasure, i use rymin to cope, and now you get to witness it as well
Ngl that last little bit made me giggle, thank you for sharing this concept :)
Also to add to the motel aesthetic, they would need them trying to get up early for the free stale breakfast and crummy coffee, try to sleep while listening to loud sounds from the highway, people late night screwing around, etc, and if u wanna make the motel extra cheap sprinkle in some roach problems
Me, talking to a friend: “Rymin The Last Unicorn AU. But not like where they’re the unicorn and Lear or anything. Just an AU where they watch The Last Unicorn.”

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malaxis replied to your post “stop liking the “magnus gets a hellhound” joke post without reading...”
where is she
the fic is right here!
malaxis replied to your post “a fic that takes place during my long series that just follows...”
as long as the subplot is him always trying the cheese fries, thinking he’ll like them this time, and always being disappointed
he keeps going into the kitchen and hassling the cook. the cook can’t understand a single word grillby says, and isn’t entirely sure grillby is actually talking to him at first. grillby gives him tips, eventually writing them down or using the robot voice on his phone. every time he goes bowling, he thinks “this time, the fries are going to be better” but they’re always exactly the same. because mind your own goddamn business grillby.
whenever sans goes with him he finishes off the fries and clearly likes them, which makes grillby even angrier.
malaxis replied to your post “so I have this dumb fic idea where taako gets sick (bc I’m sick rn and...”
taako refusing to admit hes sick even though hes pale and he keeps trying to ~secretly~ blow his nose
yeah until he gets Caught and then he exaggerates it all to hell for the Drama of it
“kravitz, come quickly kraaaavitzzz, im dyyyying”
“youre not dying taako”
“all alone in the world, not even my husband by my side in my last moments”
“twenty minutes ago you said you were ‘completely fine’“
“well now im dying”
“taako i can literally sense the dead and dying, youre fine”
etc