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Refraction Point by UndersleptAndOverexposed
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, jschlatt - Fandom
05 Oct 2025
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“C’mon Schlatt, tell me. What’s your plan to become unfuckable?”
“Already achieved it. Grew out the mutton chops and gained some weight. And let me tell you it worked.” He adjusts his cap with a wide smile. “I wear a fucking headband now. Bingo. Nobody wants to fuck me.”
I drag my eyes over him. Slowly. Deliberately. “Really Schlatt…”
“What?” He straightens up, catching my look.
“You’re gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that.”
OR On the set of a Markiplier production, Jschlatt is confronted by a woman who knows how to take charge - and it’s enough to break a man
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20 May 2025
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he will always take care of her, but he's still him.
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At this point J had stopped typing and his attention was now on her, sitting in the chair, clutching her wounded hand. The room was still dark, still motionless, so while she couldn’t see him that well, his face was very obviously contorted in a confused fashion. His seconds of squinting to readjust his eyes and focus on her was followed by a gruff clearing of his throat and a tired “What?”
“I cut my fucking hand open.” She groaned again, but in her own way she managed to also laugh and cry a little bit on top of it.Bookmarked by Totallyzoe
13 Apr 2025
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Rough Day by guardianangelcas
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
12 Mar 2023
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Who knew that agreeing to babysit a bounty hunter’s weird, green little child would be so full of surprises.
**Deviates from canon during the final arc of s1 of the Mandalorian, characterizations based on early s1 Mando
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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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Wilbur stared up at the boy that challenged the sun in front of him, blue eyes shining brilliantly and hair riffling in the wind like fields of golden wheat on a farm field, feeling as if he was about to be blinded.
A few years after Tommy's former mentor and guardian, Sam, dies in a tragic accident in the midst of the zombie apocalypse, he finds himself held at gunpoint by a curly-haired man with a guitar strapped to his back. Begrudgingly, the two become partners - and end up getting mixed into something much deeper and dangerous than the undead.
or, the fic in which tommy and wilbur accidentally get themselves into a bunch of shit.
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