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you ever hit an empty pendrick and smoke straight electronics? 🤢
November 10, 2025 at 1:37 AM
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just took my youngest trick or treating. house down the street had jell-o shots for the adults 🥲
November 1, 2025 at 2:51 AM
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LITERALLY THIS OR I DON’T WANT IT
text: You can do no wrong my baby I love you reply: i love you so much daddy
October 2, 2025 at 11:36 PM
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i’ve been on hold waiting for this bitch ass, small town pharmacy to answer the fucking phone for two hours. they’ve told me before that they just “take the phone off the hook” when they’re busy. i hate this place
call timer showing one hour, fifty six minutes
October 2, 2025 at 2:00 AM
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i’m sorry, that’s fucking insane
September 22, 2025 at 10:15 PM
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11yo: if you put your snot in a plant would it grow better?

me: i… don’t know. depends what’s in your snot, i guess

11: hm. ok

me: …don’t put your snot in my plants please
September 20, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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so serotonin syndrome is fun. i don’t even remember posting this.

i’m still feeling like shit but the headache and violent tremors have eased up. thank you for the vibes. you’re directly responsible. love you
nymsshadow.bsky.social Nym @nymsshadow.bsky.social · Sep 19
tummy ache update. i have been admitted into the hospital.
September 19, 2025 at 6:02 AM
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tummy ache update. i have been admitted into the hospital.
September 19, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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i have a tummy ache and i’m not being brave about it
September 18, 2025 at 2:58 PM
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anyway

free palestine
September 10, 2025 at 8:49 PM
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hi lovelies!

my fridge decided to die and everything edible in my house went bad at the same time my banking info was stolen and some jerk stole hundreds of dollars from me.

if you can, will you pretty please drop a little something to help me restock my fridge?

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September 4, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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Rally the banners! Nym needs some help, if you please can ❤️
nymsshadow.bsky.social Nym @nymsshadow.bsky.social · Sep 4
hi lovelies!

my fridge decided to die and everything edible in my house went bad at the same time my banking info was stolen and some jerk stole hundreds of dollars from me.

if you can, will you pretty please drop a little something to help me restock my fridge?

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September 4, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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Nym is the best and we should all help her!
nymsshadow.bsky.social Nym @nymsshadow.bsky.social · Sep 4
hi lovelies!

my fridge decided to die and everything edible in my house went bad at the same time my banking info was stolen and some jerk stole hundreds of dollars from me.

if you can, will you pretty please drop a little something to help me restock my fridge?

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September 4, 2025 at 8:51 PM
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this really is the greatest community of queer little weirdos in the world 💚 i love the fuck out of you lads (g/n)
September 4, 2025 at 8:00 PM
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hi lovelies!

my fridge decided to die and everything edible in my house went bad at the same time my banking info was stolen and some jerk stole hundreds of dollars from me.

if you can, will you pretty please drop a little something to help me restock my fridge?

ko-fi.com/nymsshadow
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September 4, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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fire!ed sends this to fire!stede every couple of days

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August 23, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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IM SO FUCKING HAPPY WITH THESE LAFB EDITS! CHAPTER 22 ALONE GOT 7K MORE WORDS. I CANT WAIT TO START POSTING
August 10, 2025 at 5:45 AM
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going through things for lafb at one in the morning and realizing i have to include “blood as lube” in the tags 🥴
July 27, 2025 at 8:28 AM
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when the person who hurled tr@nsph°bic insults at you/your art on the doom bird tries to follow you here… 👀

no thanks, pumpkin 😘
July 23, 2025 at 3:36 AM
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so i’ve done a lot of edits for lafb and the rewrite has now taken on a life of its own. in case you’re wondering how the important scenes of the 250k word story is going 🥴
The light is brighter here, near the edge of the water. The break in the trees allows moonlight to fall and caress the surface, glancing off to shatter through the darkness. It spills over Edward’s features, highlighting his cheekbones and his brow, the delicate slope of his nose and the crest of his Cupid’s bow. Edward turns to face the water fully and his smile softens into something pensive, something deeper and more contemplative. They walk like that for a moment—Edward staring at the water and Stede staring at Edward—until they come to a stop before reaching the little puddles and mud pockets at the waterline. Deep shadows are draped over the clearing like a heavy blanket, relieved only by the silvery moonlight glinting off the water. The cypress trees loom all around them, interrupting the light to cast long, lazy moonshade along the shore. Their twisted trunks and knotted roots peek out of the water, reaching up for the tendrils of Spanish moss draped over the branches like ghostly curtains, swaying in the warm, humid breeze. Fireflies flicker an irregular beat, close to the ground, illuminating the mud and wild grasses around them. A distant splash catches Stede’s attention and he glances over just in time to catch the red reflection of an alligator’s eyes breaching the surface before immediately redirecting away from them, probably having caught Stede’s scent. The surface of the swamp itself reflects the stars and the moon above—a giant, black mirror, broken only by the occasional ripple when the water is disturbed. Life teems around them, buzzing and flapping overhead, rustling and slithering underfoot, chirping and clicking and croaking in the surrounding foliage. The noise is constant, shifting and changing as the warm-blooded creatures around them freeze in place, their little hearts picking up speed as their tiny breaths pant faster, reacting to Stede’s presence. But the bullfrogs and leopard frogs call out to one another, trilling in clusters that reverberate off the water. A symphony of cicadas and crickets deepen the layers of ambience that surrounds them, singing to the wind rustling through the leaves. The sounds of the night are soothing and pleasant and clearly Edward feels the same way. His eyes are wide and shining, mesmerized by the scene in front of him, like he’s entered a hidden and untouched land—like he’s experiencing something sacred. His lips are soft and parted slightly, suspended in a breath he’s forgotten to take, as his eyes slide over the moonlight shattering on the surface of the water. Stede gathers him more closely as Edward tips his head to the side, twisting a bit in his arms to better hear the rustle and splash in the distance, and a small smile finally overtakes his beautiful features, reverent and still, like he’s found his way into something ancient and magical, and god, he’s so perfect. Stede’s never seen anything more breathtaking in his life. “I love it here.” “I love it here.” Their eyes meet with an enamored smile a beat after the simultaneously whispered words, soaking each other in as the quiet moment stretches on. In the hush that falls between them, the world seems to draw back, softening at the edges like fog around firelight. Everything outside their locked gaze dulls and slows—the wind, the insects, even their breaths—until all that’s left is the magnetic pull of him and me, undeniable and unhurried, confident, even. Stede’s lips part, about to speak, but he stops himself. What could possibly be said that can touch the weight of what is already being exchanged in their silence? But Edward’s expression shifts minutely; his brow softens in silent question, the flicker of a smile not yet born gracing the corner of his lips, a single inhale held just a second too long. His hands tighten in Stede’s hair and his pupils blow open as his lips finally part around a shivering inhale. “Home?” Stede asks quietly while his chest tingles hollowly, desperate for the warmth of Edward’s bare skin against his own, longing to feel whole and complete like he only has with Edward’s body in his hands.
July 22, 2025 at 11:13 PM
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1/2
Imagine you have a really awesome, highly sought after job that you worked really hard for and you’re making decent money, but you’re still massively in debt from school, so you make porn on the side to earn extra money for the upcoming holiday season… and to fill a void for an unexplored fetish. Imagine you were always very careful to keep your identity a secret, keeping your face covered and out of frame. You film in a dark, nondescript corner of your house, no distinguishing marks, easily controlled lighting. Now imagine you start getting a bit of traction. Imagine you become popular somewhere far away and comments are left in a language you don’t understand and they’re left by names you’re positive you wouldn’t pronounce correctly on the first try. But you’re making great money now! Even a little extra sometimes for special requests. Now imagine going to work and every single day, you have to see the one person you’ve managed to develop a huge crush on. Imagine they barely notice you. They’re polite and sweet, but they’re polite and sweet to everyone. They’re funny and charismatic and always in a good mood, but they’re there to work and they never get carried away with small talk and never go out of their way to talk to anyone unless it’s work-related. And you watch them more than you should, because they make your heart beat faster than it should. It makes you a little sick to your stomach but you kinda like it, you kinda look forward to those gnawing little teeth in your belly and the cold trickle of excitement down your spine when you know you’re going to see them. Imagine your disappointment on the days when they nod and smile politely in greeting from across the room, rather than coming close enough for a good morning. Imagine how that would feel, the reminder that, to them, you’re less important than getting copies from the printer, or not worth a detour on their way to the lab, when you’ve been thinking about them since the moment you woke up. Imagine preparing what you’re going to say on the train the next morning, having finally decided that you’re going to seek them out for morning pleasantries. Imagine how nervous you’d be! The butterflies, the clammy palms, the second thoughts! The excitement, the terror! Imagine “bumping into them” by the coffee pot in the break room, even though you don’t drink coffee. You grab a cup, just to make your trip away from the group look intentional. You absolutely nail the nonchalant exclamation of surprise when you “discover” them there. You offer a “good morning” when you pass the sugar. You smile when they take it. You feel like you’re going to be sick, but—christ—you feel alive! They reply easily, so confidently that it’s clear they’re comfortable in their own skin and don't need or want anyone else’s opinion.
July 14, 2025 at 3:24 AM
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holy shit lafb isn’t even on there yet and it’s close to 1m
June 26, 2025 at 4:19 AM
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feeling feels. from the proposal scene 😭
screenshot from con’s story of a fab cover of A Change is Gonna Come LAFB playlist. A Change Is Gonna Come by Brian and Thomas Owens
March 26, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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😮‍💨 #Zombois
ATEOTWWY -3 - WHEN THE WORLD STOPS TURNING Chapter 1 People used to say "it's not the end of the world" like the world ending was the worst thing they could imagine. Their theoretical apocalypse was the pinnacle, the epitome of terrible. And, yes, if the world ended, then life as you knew it would be dead and gone, but what nobody ever thought of in this hypothetical doomsday scenario, was the ones who were left over after the world ended. The ones who died right in the beginning had it easy. A few days of fear and a swift end, devoid of the real terror that came later. Fire raining from the sky in the cities, plane crash after plane crash, satellites falling through the atmosphere and raining hell down on them, setting the landscape ablaze, roving groups of would-be bandits, looting and killing everywhere they went. Then the running. And the starving. And trying to relearn basic survival while literally running and fighting for your life. The end of the world is nowhere close to the worst thing that could happen. Surviving the end of the world is much worse because the world just carries on—it takes hold and takes charge. You're no longer in control of things you once took for granted, little things that a comfortable life in the suburbs erases from the survival instinct. Running water—hell, clean water-might as well be science fiction. Food comes from the earth, pulled up or hunted down with your bare hands. Entertainment is a concept that no longer exists. Travel is no longer fast and simple. Neither is communication. No more easy remedies for headaches or upset stomachs. So, when you do finally get a little taste of the security the past had once offered you—a little safety, access to water and food, people to spend your time with and fill your hours, someone special who eases the exhaustion and pain of your day-to-day—your biggest fear, even greater than the brain thirsty rotters and packs of murderous, cannibalizing monsters, is losing that little slice of peace. Because it's all you have. But the world carries on. Even if it carries on without you. ~~~
March 20, 2025 at 5:39 PM
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storyboard for part three of zombie boys is coming together
When your world is drying up Like a desert into dust When there's no rain on the horizon I'll be there to fill your cup I will love you till the world stops turning And ever after when it comes And all the days between are left for learning Just what this life's about So l'll love you till the worlds tops turning 'round When your burdens weigh you down Like a cloud about to burst Lay your head upon my shoulder And I will carry all the rest 'Cause I will love you till the world stops turning And ever after when it comes And all the days between are left for learning Just what this life's about So l'll love you till the worlds tops turning 'round When our bodies fall apart A broken puzzle of the past We can put it back together 'Cause honey, all the good things last And I will love you till the world stops turning And ever after when it comes And all the days between are left for learning Just what this life's about I will love you till the world stops turning And ever after when it comes And all the days between are left for learning Just what this life's about So I'll love you till the worlds tops turning 'round
March 19, 2025 at 5:40 PM