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  • sidhewrites
    01.08.2021 - 2 minutes ago

    an underused trope is when you have a serious, dramatic character who has just the happiest, dopiest animal sidekick. it’s not a smart animal, it can’t talk. it’s just happy to be here :)

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  • sea-of-solace
    01.08.2021 - 2 minutes ago
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  • libidomechanica
    01.08.2021 - 3 minutes ago

    Untitled # 8651

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    my fring age, but Life,  ye more to filled …  to get over  that can not to 

    arms and turned to  follow change  again a connection, and  hollowship to  a season bold Defiance  from olive,  which is a gr ave a great lord wast be 

    no maids, be their sofa  occupied heavens land! That  large was seemd  th evening, he silken 

    for plain “dislike” a  dull Hebron bring;  since like there on which  yet the less is  the Govern—almost 

    hearts, but a cousin turnd  in the sky  sagged slow disjoin, what we  will last of  honest grown you up like vinous 

    Greatness overlookd the  Saints such Magistracted 

    his Master was  the command—  to the drunk  all come, proud Maisie is 

    dragged dust crie; o let methodisting  thumbs-ups, and maun  I sipped from a sepulchre,  and oppositions  of our mouth,  before that like,  lest but me. Flown puff his  Curst. But we will be 

    what wheel echo  further own Estate. Now, m any a young moment losing 

    but ice-grave. All people  me, she for threefold  that things dependents, or  the coffee  gravity  of Eternity.  And thou, for  long age, but when  these the merry  ploughboys team, for,  longed pears; to fall  into see  that sweet; of a 

    longer. Ns, how far awa.

    #poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney#Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #139 texts
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  • dead-dyke
    01.08.2021 - 5 minutes ago

    This just in folks: Not wanting to kill myself is a mental illness.

    Anyway, if you haven't already feel free to give her a block, @/ing for easy access: @honzo-main

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  • synthaphone
    01.08.2021 - 6 minutes ago

    ive had that picture in my mind since i got that ask and i wanted to draw it in color digitally, but sometimes its easier to get myself to draw in my sketchbook than on the computer for whatever reason

    #and sometimes its the opposite. i dunno why #i need a text post tag #in other news im obsessed with the cadro now. what a creature #i think i WILL drop a million neopoints on one for my gallery tomorrow #like some kind of neopets oligarch. christ
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  • judesstfrancis
    01.08.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    today I am romanticizing the way humans have come up with so many different ways to make wishes. stars, eyelashes, birthday candles, coins in a fountain......I had a friend in elementary school who said that when the clasp of your necklace slips around to the front you should make a wish before u fix it, and to this day every time I notice that it's out of place I close my eyes and whisper a little wish to myself. it's genuinely so cute how many things we've come up with to give us a wish or two. there's just something very endearing about the way we've found hope and excitement in so many things that should be mundane

    #four leaf clovers! numbers on a clock! dandelions! #it's very sweet I like it a lot #text post#nice things
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  • sleepyspacebb
    01.08.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    reading a book & am absolutely DESTROYED by the happenings so i am filled with misery as i begrudgingly continue towards the end

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  • zayathekid
    01.08.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    coral island alpha key unlocked ÒvÓ

    #sorry thats the cutest text emoji
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  • blahblahblahcollapse
    01.08.2021 - 7 minutes ago


    #one of my dearest friends just texted me to say they're headed to the ER #and i'm having flashbacks to taking them there six years ago in the middle of the night #it ended up being a false alarm last time #hopefully it's not anything major this time either #but all i can do is wait for updates #😣 #personal ish //
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  • r0ttenchild
    01.08.2021 - 8 minutes ago

    hmmm maybe getting extremely depressed every time i go back to uni might be a sign of how this is not for me but who knows!!!!! i have already wasted 4 years so i can't go back <333

    #text #idk how it went so bad i used to love it #now i just really don't want to go
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  • rogue-chef
    01.08.2021 - 8 minutes ago

    I wish I could shush the whole world for couple of seconds just so we could control all the chaos around us

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  • disasteroulik
    01.08.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    I find it better when I have zero clue what people are saying on tumblr dot com because half of what I do understand ends up making me want to become illiterate. 

    #this goes for twitter too #god what I'd give to see zero text posts on twitter and only art #brain is going off no more thoughts #rambling ren #fuck you *yeets my brain across the room*
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  • xx-hexx
    01.08.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    It’s not a blowjob, this is my blowcareer.

    #xx hexx text
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  • ghoul--doodle
    01.08.2021 - 9 minutes ago
    #sorry I tend to swear a lot via text to friends but i made myself giggle #that little text spam wasn’t me doing that for effect- that was a genuine spasm of my hands when I got scared #((jsyk: I am keeping an eye on my mum bc she has medical stuff- but she fell asleep and I was just vibing when she decided to send- #the world’s loudest spontaneous snore my way))
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  • marvelous-tunes
    01.08.2021 - 10 minutes ago

    …Just putting this here

    #happy august 1 #text#Spotify
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  • marvelous-tunes
    01.08.2021 - 11 minutes ago

    …Salt air, and the rust on your door…

    #this font is how it sounds #happy august 1 #text
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  • thebastardmeteocrusherpilot
    01.08.2021 - 11 minutes ago

    Dream Party [ OPEN ]

    The week had been difficult for the former pilot. It was not because of the mercenary work that he had started to do when he saw his economy in Kew, it was not the little sleep, the little food that the planet or the little money could give him, no, it was something much more painful and personal for the saddened father.

    His son's birthday is tomorrow.

    How many years have passed since he lost his child? too much time. When was the last time he saw him alive? when he stabbed him in the back and let Andross's men carry him away to lock him up in the Macbeth mines. How long has it been since the death of his child? when Star Fox blew up the factories ...

    It had been so long, and even so, the pain continued. And even though the pilot had learned to hide the painful feelings, he knew that he would no longer take the pain in his wet eye.

    He had started crying.

    Hugging himself in the cold bed of that horrible abandoned ship in Kew, Galaxicos searched and searched for a comfort that never came. Something that would make him feel accompanied, something that would tell him "everything is fine" and that would allow him to sleep. But this was the reality that Galaxicos received as a heavy punishment for the crime of allowing his child to be killed.

    He could kill himself at any time if possible, if he had the guts to do so. That way all the pain would go away, so he could reunite with his family and be able to apologize to them in the afterlife. He would allow Theorisa to slap him and yell at him for everything he has done, it would allow Pluto to vent all the grief and anger that he surely kept for a long time. Then, Galaxicos would kneel and apologize to them, and then the beyond allows him to leave him alone and finally disappear. But would that help? no. Maybe that damned lupine from Sargasso was right, living and suffering until his imminent death is his greatest punishment. Dammit. Neither option was a wonder to him, no, those two options weren't any help for grief. Because no matter which one he chose, it was certain that he himself would be afraid to do so.

    Sigh. Galaxicos runs his hand over his watery eye, feeling the heat on his eyelid, tired from crying so much and not being able to have a nice dream all week. He thought, in that loneliness, that it was better to find a cure for this moment. He thought he could buy a birthday cake and share it at the Sargasso bar. But he refused the idea. So he thought about going to a nearby movie theater and seeing one of Pluto's favorite movies. But the money was not enough. More ideas did not cross his mind again.

    Damn me and this damn punishment!

    Then a memory flew into his head. He remembered that long ago, buying some weapons for his new job, objects of great value and new food for the table, he met this woman. An old woman, a female goat with very white, dirty, and very long fur. She was smiling grimly when he saw him pass in front of her. Galaxicos remembered that he tried to ignore her, but she whispered something that caught her attention.

    "You strongly wish to see that son of yours again, do you not gentleman?"

    The memory sped past like the flutter of a butterfly. Galaxicos did not remember what happened after those mysterious words. He don't remember why she recognized his face and how she knew that he was a lonely father. But what he remembers the most was when she gave him that candy.

    "What will this candy do?"

    The old woman smiled when he asked.

    "It will help you sleep! And it will fulfill a wish when your eye closes in your exhaustion! Just commit it and that magical wish of yours has come true."

    Why trust her words? He wondered again when he pulled the candy out of his bag. observing its color, its shape. A simple little round blue candy. Did she really think that he would believe and trust this silly dirty trick? But if it is true that this will calm his mind and let him sleep, he has nothing to lose then.

    Galaxicos releases the candy from that transparent paper and takes it to her mouth. The candy's taste was bitter, too strong even for her taste of her peppermint candy. Galaxicos was upset to go back to bed, and he waited there for the result.

    And he waited ... and waited ... and waited ...

    Ths is a dirty trick, a lie. He told himself.

    A lie....

    A lie.

    A l...




    The ape gets up excited. He knew that he fell asleep. But it was a feeling that scared him a lot because he believed that it left him in a coma. It was the same day, right? Oh by the stars, he doesn't want to know if he had slept too long and no one knew of his zero presence. The former pilot began to stroke his head to wake up.

    And a voice interrupted him.

    "Oh my, Mr. Galaxicos, are you okay?"


    In front of him, a person he had never seen since the end of the war or in his distant memories of those happy days, that little black chimp maid like the one named Anastasia met him.

    “By the stars, Mr. Galaxicos, don't tell me you've had nightmares again! I heard you scream and ran right up to you to see you, mister! "

    Galaxicos was stunned. What is she doing with him in Kew? She had been trapped in the mansion in Venom and since then he did not meet face to face again.

    The man was shocked to see her. " I... what? Why are you...?".

    "Oh no! This must be because of the lack of sleep! Anastasia freaked out, putting her hands on her cheeks. She began to look very worried and to tremble because of the state of her master "My beautiful master, you should not be in the kitchen, but in bed! Go straight to sleep before you pass out and I have to ... "

    "Ana? A voice in the distance was heard in the other room. A young voice. A voice that was recognizable to both of them. A sweet and serene voice. That voice woke Galaxicos again from his confusion and sleep.

    "W-what ?!" Ignoring the woman in front of him, the desperate father runs into the other room.

    " Mister! Dont run! “Galaxicos listens to the voice behind him, but he ignores the little chimp maid.

    will it be possible?

    "What is happening here ?!" He yells at the ape man when he reaches the room, then shuts up again by the time he looks at him.

    A young man dressed in green-blue tones was sitting at the table, opening beautiful gifts with his smile as sweet as that birthday cake and the multi-fruit tea that Galaxicos could smell. There are also many flowers that were offered for the young man for his special day.

    "Mister Pluto! "Anastasia passes the confused man, having another gift in her arms to give the boy" A friend of yours gave me this gift for you! ".

    "Oh? really? He laughs with happiness. “Thank you very much, Anastiasia! This one looks very big ”.

    Anastasia smiles at the young man "yes! He told me it was something you have wanted for a long time! "

    What is happening here? Galaxicos ask to himself when he watches the whole scene. Smelling the flowers, the perfume of the room, he realizes that he is in his home. In the mansion it was him's before he lost the war. The lighting that painted everything in a cream color on the green walls, with the exquisite food and the beautiful decorations of the Galaxicos family.

    The young man turns his gaze towards the ape, surprising himself at the almost disorderly appearance of his father. " dad! You have already woken up! “He changes his expression when he takes a closer look at the older ape, wrinkling his face, Worried. "But what a face you have! You forgot to take a bath again."

    Oh ... Galaxicos begins to notice the appearance of him in one of the mirrors in the room. He barely wears his favorite red robe, his hair uncombed, and the detail that impressed Galaxicos the most when he saw it, a white patch to hide his missing eye.

    "You can go shower if you need to!" the young man yells to be heard "No guests are coming yet, so take the opportunity to prepare yourself before they see you as a wild animal" He laughs at his joke.

    "I ... uhm ..." Galaxicos responds. Not knowing what to say, no words to spit out for the moment. Even he is confused by all this, feeling so fragile in the presence of the young man.

    The boy now focuses his attention on the new gift. A smile is drawn in his fine gaze, his eyes sparkle with excitement when he finds a stuffed animal inside the box “Oh wow! Is beautiful".


    Galaxicos surrounds the boy in his arms. A strong hold in that fatherly hug. Hopeful, happy to finally see the son he lost again and again.

    Pluto freaks out when he feels zero personal spaces. "Agh! Dad! You woke up so weird this morning! " The young man tries to get out of the arms of his father, without success.

    "Pluto! My sweet prince! My son! I missed you so much! ”.

    " missed me?" Pluto asks something bitter and confused by the strong hug "But I never left, dad!".

    Galaxicos lets go of his son, resting his hands on the young man's shoulders, his only eye turned wet again, but a smile was drawn to see Pluto so close and fixed. "Forgive me, son! It's that ... I ... I just ... ” He just bites his lip without knowing what to say.

    "Always so dramatic, right? Pluto smirks. Raising his brow at Galaxicos. "You act like I'm dead." The laughter of his son torments Galaxicos to embrace him again, this time stronger. Pluto complains again while Anastasia looks worried at the situation.

    "Mister, please, we are going to have a funeral if you keep holding him tight." She holds Galaxicos in his robe, without success that he releases Pluto from his embrace. A tear ran down the ape's cheek as he stroked his son's hair.

    "I will not lose you again, Pluto!"

    "Uhm! okay? I think today you woke up really weird. But I already told you, I never left, and I don't plan on leaving. So please let me go and shower before a guest sees a messy chimpanzee in a robe in the living room! "

    Finally, the father obeys his son. Releasing him completely as he tries to wipe the tears from his face. Pluto sighs and offers himself to wipe hos wet cheek with his handkerchief. “Well, well, I think a lot of work would have made you wake up so crazy. But don't make me look so sad right now, dad "

    "Forgive me, son" Galaxicos still wanted to cry, but his handkerchief didn't let it happen. Instead, he only blushes for acting so desperate with and in front of Anastasia.

    “I think I'll go get the bathroom ready, sir. I will also take care of the guests ”.

    "Seriously, thank you very much for all your help Anastasia" smiles Pluto.

    " Yes. Thank you, anatasia” Galaxicos says while looking at his son.

    This is a dream come true.


    The doorbell rings in the living room. One or more guests arrive at Galaxicos mansion to meet on their son's birthday.

    " Who?" Galaxicos turns his gaze towards the door confused, instead, Pluto just smiles, waiting to know who arrived.

    #[ Text ] #[ Long post ] #[ My art ] #[ Dream Party ] #[ open ] #/// ITS PLUTO BIRTHDAY! #/// THE CHARACTER IS ALREADY THREE YEARS OLD SINCE I CREATE HIM #/// and he is on his 20's years old here #/// you're welcome to interact with him #/// and of course with Galaxicos and Anastasia #/// just a reminder the dream is not canon for future rps but please have fun interacting in this crazy dream! #/// not rebblog this bc its already a long post so send on askbox or another way <3 #/// lets have fun today!
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  • marasamoon
    01.08.2021 - 11 minutes ago

    Just saw The Green Knight. Wanna write ficccc

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  • softolanyman
    01.08.2021 - 13 minutes ago

    being 18 (for me) is like I'm an adult I'm a teenager I'm living with my parents I should be in college is everyone my age in college I'm baby I'm an adult I wasted all my youth thinking about the future the future is here and I'm still thinking about it and by thinking I mean worrying did I even have childhood I can't remember I feel like I didn't I feel like I was born yesterday why can't I remember anything in my life did I even live am I still living I feel like a waste I feel like I am waste

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