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PSA

I'm only going to be on this blog once or twice a week if I have time. I am back but between school, trying to find a job and two more blogs that I'm very involved in getting on this one is a bit harder.

Fridays and Saturdays are probably going to be the days I check.

"I would make great date material, you know."

"Oh? Would you now?" Harry raised a brow. "Prove it? What's YOUR idea of a date?"

#singingnotepad

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I'm not necessarily back. But I will be checking more. I went through the blogs I've been following and got rid of the clutter. This will be rping only. Few if any personal messages and not really any reblogs. My ask box is still open. You still won't see much form me.... but I'm aliveish.

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Manny held him close biting his cheek to prevent any tears from falling from him. He had the same memories, he knew very well. “Shhhh, you’re okay Reggie. Shhh.” He rocked the boy slowly hand messing in his hair. “I promise it’ll get better. It’ll be okay.” He continued to hold them. “I promise you he won’t hurt you like that again. You aren’t bad, he’s sick.”

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Damian smiled up at him and rolled into his body giggling happily, he did love the man, that was for sure. This was his other parent, this was what he had that would hold and love him throughout his life. Help him grow and learn.

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Reggie nodded weakly, whimpering as he let himself cry. It was ok to show weakness in front of Manny. Manny understood. “…I got Da and Daddy… I don’t need my Dad…” He sniffled softly. “My Dad left me on Daddy’s doorstep… Dylan’s been my real Dad this whole time…” He shook his head, tears wetting Manny’s shirt. “I don’t ever wanna see my Dad again. I wanna stay here.” —- Dylan smiled tenderly, adoring the affection from his newborn son. Sure, he had no biological kids. But that was okay. Damian and Reggie were something deeper than biological. They were his through the bond of family. It didn’t matter that their bloodlines weren’t the same. They had a strong bond, one that couldn’t be replicated. “I’ve got the most beautiful sons in the world…”

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"I know, I know." He whispered petting the other's hair be it a little awkwardly. "If I tell you what to do so you don't have to see him again. Will you do it?" He asked pulling away just a bit to look at them in the eyes. "Because I know how to make it so you won't need to see him again and I'll help."

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Damian giggled again playfully before smiling a bit and jumping. One jump turn to two, and then to a third, and kept going. He seemed to have the hiccups. His giggles stopped and whimpers started growing uncomfortable from them.

Hiatus

If you haven't noticed this blog is pretty much on hiatus. I've moved to a wtnv RP blog and it's been taking up most of my time. I do check this blog about one a week or so to see if by a stroke of luck I had a reply but mostly it will be inactive. Can't even bring myself to fill a queue anymore.

I may come back once the new video comes out. But for those who care even a little they can find me at content-of-lot-37

Below is a long explanation as to why I've left if you care to read it. Thank you.

#Hiatus

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"What did I ever do to you?"

Timmy almost laughed out loud at that. He gave the man a bitter smile, eyes cold and full of hate. “You really don’t recognize me, do you?” It had, after all, been eight years since Timmy had set foot anywhere near that school, and he’d grown taller, a bit less scrawny, and learned to smile since he was sixteen. But still. To approach him at a bar and not even remember? At least he wasn’t such a fucking closet case anymore. “Maybe if I spit in your face. That might jog your memory. That’s how it all started, after all. In the locker room.” Remembering that made him sick.

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Harry took a moment to connect what he just did. “Oh god…I’m… I’m sorry I…fuck. You should stay away from me… I care…. but I’ll only hurt you.” He looked ready to almost cry but turned his head. “You’re free… just go…” He turned and bolted he couldn’t bring himself to hitting him again. He wanted to, but couldn’t.

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However Harry had done more damage than he thought. There were more punches after that first one, and kicks, and slams against the lockers. By the end of it, Timmy was unconscious and had to be taken to the hospital. He was not awake the next day, the day after that or the day after that. Because of his unstable condition and the injuries he’d sustained the doctors wouldn’t sure when, or if, he’d be conscious again.

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Harry shook. He had heard about Timmy and felt a wave of guilt hit him. He would visit the boy a couple of times, leave an apology flower or two. It didn't take long though until he was wrecked with guilt and couldn't keep doing it. In a break he had ruined probably the only good thing he could have had in his life. In a split drunken second. He drank more after that, trying to forget, and it was mostly successful, or he just didn't care.

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every day of my life

maudit

ninjagiry

can we talk about this lady please? How she was an elderly, single woman who literally left all of her property to her cats and how the artists could have just made her a stereotypical crazy old cat lady but instead they made her absolutely fabulous and graceful and she still twirls in front of her mirror like she’s pretending to be a princess at age 60/70/80-something?