#bedamara

[empcror]

bedamara replied: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

why hello, nee nee. fancy greetin’s to ye.

[fightrisk-blog]

@bedamara @gaveyoushelter @succurbabe @arlsms @mujcna @deureoyo

This is a much more diverse batch than the last. Appealing to all demographics is a difficult political move, but if there’s anything I’ve learned from The Lonely Island, it’s that it can be done with a particularly powerful boombox and an abundance of fingerless gloves in various colors. (If you do not currently own or cannot afford your own pair of fingerless gloves, an existing pair of fingerless gloves will be appointed to you.)

I’m Sam. 

[eyeforanai-blog]

@6chaoticharmony9 @maroonbloodedbitch @bedamara​ @wistfulvassal​ @rebelliiou2​ @smuttylittlemunchkin 

I’m not going to spend more than a few second mentioning that this website doesn’t work for shit because this website did shit for work on mentioning in the first place. Regardless we have a solid 50% fail rate. Amazing.

I prefer to be called Hal, refer to my other greeter post for my exposé on my reaction to the habits of Typically Southern Housewives and what happens if you become one. The answer may shock you. I go by he/him, if you don’t follow that guideline you’ll get fucked in the eye just as surely.

[manipulativecueball]

@bedamara

bedamara replied to your post: ¥ Give someone a spanking! Whoever's most...

RAISES HAND

“Volunteering yourself, my dear?”

[dogisgodreversed-blog]

@greaseristic || @manacledmater || @bedamara || @stabbiings

AND WHAT THE FRESH HELL IS THIS

DID THE NUBBY TROLL SEND YOU ALL TO FOLLOW ME OR SOMETHING AS PART OF HIS “YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO BEING AROUND PEOPLE” THING?

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@bedamara replied to your post: What’s… What did I just read?

HEY. YOU OKAY?

S9 far? Yes, I am fine. D9n’t wr9rry, Damara.

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bedamara replied to your post: what have i missed???

YOU MISSED A LOT. WHERE THE FUCK YOU BEEN?

i got dragged to the depths of hell and was on the unending job section

so i had no time to hang with people, but i quit so now im fr33!!

... until i find a much flexible job

[metallicprince]

Deep Breath

It all hurt. Everything hurt and the IV that was dripping down through the tube and into your body made it a little easier for your body to relax.. but everything had already taken its damage, already caused the bleeding and it was just by sheer willpower that you were holding on.

You were afraid to sleep cause you didn’t want to die in your sleep.

You were afraid to relax, because you knew that your body would take that moment to shut down..

But the heaviness in your eyes and the slowness of your heart made it so. It hurt and your body was screaming ‘please let me rest’. Blood was still everywhere, and despite titching things up internally and externally, your body was fighting to recover. 

And that was a losing battle.

With your hand on KZ’s, you asked him for a favor. “Can you get me something from the cafeteria? Just a chocolate bar? I’m so sick of this hospital food..” It was a simple request and KZ did as he was asked, giving you a kiss. In all honesty, you just didn’t want him to see this. Flower wasn’t in the room and Scuttles was at work.. It was all going to be okay. You had given your bro a few messages for him to come back to whenever that would be. The thought of you going before him this time made you laugh a little. He was already so old and yet, perhaps this was something that needed to be done. Now it was your turn to leave him behind, as morbid as that sounded.

It was all going to be okay..

As soon as he left, you closed your eyes, a shaky breath leaving you as you finally let your body do as it’s been begging you to do.

Everybody would be okay.

Scuttles would be fine. There were places for him to go, friends to be with, and the house had the ocean behind it, so he could always go swimming. KZ would have the garage all to himself and he could do so many great things now. He could help Sun and Mickey, he could be there for them and he could be there to make sure that they were taken care of. Sebastian would be fine, constantly looking after everybody.. KZ would make sure that he got the necessary upgrades. Damien would be good, too.. He had other partners for him to lean on. He had a leg now, and that was good. Without you there, he wouldn’t hurt like that again. Damara.. She seemed so keen on healing you, but you merely did not want her to see you like this. You didn’t want her to waste that energy on you, didn’t want to see her cry against you.. She deserved better than that.

How curious that it was all black. No special colors, no lights.. No hand to guide you. Just the sound of the machine’s continuous single note and the clamoring of doctors coming in to save you.

They could try, but your body had already given up.

They would put you on life support, but how long would it be until they learned that you had already left in more ways than one..?