#s:r

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pov tubbo just called you a "ball-loving lad"

[yourmothersson]

S:R Log

I’ve been writing content for a fic for a couple of months and I’m feeling those first draft blocks. Chapter 6 feels so choppy to me but it’ll get done. It’s all about dedicating the time, y’know?

[rennisaint]

               “ you couldn’t be cool for five minutes could you? ” record sighed in frustration. this was the second time they’d been thrown out of a club that night, and she was growing weary. “ i was trying to have fun tonight. ”

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tubbo: why can’t we just pay taxes for individual things we’ll use? i’m not planning on dying any time soon so i don’t want to pay funeral taxes

tubbo: or—i mean i could have a heart attack right now. what if these are my last words? there’s so much i want to say. there’s so much i want to do

tubbo: ranboo, end your stream

ranboo, streaming in front of 80k people: what

tubbo: let’s do things together

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tubbo, over voice call: i want to lie here and close my eyes forever

tubbo: do you think that’s what death is like?

ranboo, hopelessly lost in a mine: i’m just trying to find my way out of this cave, man, don’t do this

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ranboo reached out with a hand toward tubbo and tubbo interlocked fingers with him without any hesitation... i'm so <3 <3 <3

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ranboo in the uk :')

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george clicked onto ranboo’s stream and the first thing he heard is ranboo saying “tommy you have to understand, it was for primes” while wearing cat ears and george was like “well! i’m hosting him now”