#this one is cool

[mylittlestims]

Day 6 of @deadboystims 300 follower event:

"make a stimboard based off your favorite aesthetic OR : spin a wheel(link) and make a stimboard based off of what you get! re-rolls allowed :)"

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[vro0m]

[krankbugs]

[redwineisredfine]

I’m not sure if this necessarily a theory, per se, but I do think that the Special Occasion Squad(or at least the main trio) may have had to hide a few bodies during their endeavors

I wouldn’t doubt that. Whether it be recklessness or they had to fight someone, I’m sure a few bodies were buried outside of a graveyard.

[optimistic-smiler]

When ya thinking of more aus but ya got aus just sittin there

[adz]

[dragonsateyourtoast]

The Linden Tree

“The Linden Tree.” This is a slice-of-life anthology from people who come and sit beneath the largest and oldest tree in a small park in a city. The tree listens to their stories; here they all are, speaking softly to the old wood because no one else will listen.

An old woman in a blue floral-print dress tells about her husband who went to war and never came back, and how it broke her heart forever. A dirty, battered boy in a leather jacket with metal spikes wonders if he’ll ever be able to face his parents after they caught him with his boyfriend, and if his boyfriend will still love him after this. A middle-aged man wonders what happened to his twin, explains how he can’t contact him, recounts all the times he could have and didn’t and regrets them. A young woman with two children stops to rest and wonders aloud how she got here, in a city where she knows no one, worked to the bone and exhausted to support the kids she never wanted.

These stories are bittersweet, and they are beautiful, and the tree feels sorry. It is an old tree, full of knowledge, and luck. For those that live in this place, that walk past it every day without looking, it feels nothing. But for solemn, sad visitors, who it will never see again… 

A postman drives up and delivers to the old woman - with no explanation - a long-lost locket with a picture of her husband in it, and a letter she never opened that tells her how much he loved her. The teenage boy strolls past a few days later, hand-in-hand with his boyfriend, both shy and smiling. The middle-aged man receives a phone call and hurries off, saying he’s only a few blocks away, wait, he’ll be right there and maybe they can have lunch? The young woman pulls out her phone and dials a friend she’s never met in person and realizes she can escape this life if she asks for help. 

It is an old tree, full of knowledge, and luck. It will try to bring just a spark of that into someone else’s life; payment for a story it learned.

Thanks for the ask!

Send me a title, and I’ll tell you the book I’d write!