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The Reddit Posts Of A Normal Teen in High School by LissaWho5
Fandoms: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast)
31 Oct 2022
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A collection of posts on Reddit (and some comments) taking place throughout Normal's High School Career post Forgotten Realms.
Bookmarked by CarrotManWithVeryNiceLegs
12 Jun 2024
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WHY IS THIS LITERALLY SO ACCURATE???
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under the pear tree (shadows and light conspiring) by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
15 Nov 2021
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At first glance, the creature looked like a teenage boy. He was tall—taller than Tubbo, but still shorter than Ranboo—and was wearing some of the fanciest clothes Tubbo had ever seen. His waistcoat was the color of pomegranate seeds, and his jacket on top was a rich shade of blueberry. Gold rings encrusted with precious gems adorned his fingers, and as Tubbo’s eyes trailed up, he noticed a literal emerald wrapped in gold chain hanging from the boy’s ear.
Oh god, his ears.
The boy had pointed ears. Like, literal pointed ears. His hair could’ve been made out of spun gold, it was so curly and bright. But his eyes were what caught Tubbo’s attention the most. They were unnaturally bright blue, looking exactly like an azure summer sky. But it was more than that. They weren’t just the same shade of blue as the sky, but Tubbo swore he could see puffy white clouds moving across his irises as if he was literally staring into a summer sky.
The boy smiled, and his teeth were razor sharp. Something inside of Tubbo screamed.
or, Tubbo thinks fae aren't real. He's wrong.
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- Part 2 of fairyland all around us
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under the brine by bonesandthebees (bonesandcacti)
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
10 Feb 2022
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Wilbur’s breathing hitched as he looked into the pale eyes of the dead boy. Unlike before, his lips were no longer blue, and there was no more seaweed stuck in his blonde curls. He was sitting up now, the waves soaking the bottom of his pants as he sat on the sand across from Wilbur.
“You-”
“I’m not dead, Wil,” the boy said, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. “I’m not dead, don’t fucking listen to them when they say I’m dead because I’m not. You know I’m not!”
“I-I saw your body,” Wilbur stammered, unsure of how the dead boy knew his name.
“It’s not me! I don’t know what the fuck that thing was, but I’m not dead! You can feel it, can’t you?” The boy pleaded, his voice cracking as he started crawling on the sand towards Wilbur. “You have to save me, Wil. Please, you need to get me out of here!”
or, Wilbur finds a dead body at the beach, and that's only the start of his problems.
or or, crimeboys enjoyers just trust me on this I gotchu
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Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words “POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC” splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, “are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don’t think-I’m not sure—what if I can’t write poetry?”
Mr. Sam’s dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it’s not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it’s about if you want to.”
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The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts. -
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Texts of poems that are performed/written by the characters in my fic. All poetry is mine, and please do not repost these to another site!
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- English
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- 1,003
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- 2/?
- Collections:
- 7
- Comments:
- 91
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Bookmarked by CarrotManWithVeryNiceLegs
23 May 2022
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i cried as well, only a tad relatable