and my twin to the left

i tried typing “kirby” but my right hand was misaligned on my keyboard and my left hand just kinda gave up toward the end and i ended up writing “lornus” instead

i like to imagine lornus is a relative of kirby’s that isn’t really unpleasant or anything but nobody really pays him any mind either. not so much an evil twin as he is an good cousin

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Siblings AU~
But actually… This is just one big crossover AU UwU~

Here we have the demon brother trinity~ From left to right:
Will Cipher (Zero Gravity AU) the youngest
Bill Cipher (Zero Gravity AU) the middle
Kill Cipher (Fight Falls AU) the oldest

And the Pines twins from Zero Gravity also~ With Dipper as the college professor and Mabel as his assistance~ 

Who paired with who and how’s their life, please be patient for my comics UwU~<3
Well guys ya don’t have to know all the AU you can just focus on what I show you only XD

Kill Cipher design & Fight Falls AU belongs to @buryooooo​~
More designs HERE

study buddy

jeff atkins x reader

word count: 368

authors note: I absolutely loved making this. Jeff is an angel that deserved better.


“Mom, Jeff is here to help me study for history!” You said as you took your boyfriends hand and lead him upstairs to your room.

“Keep the door open.” She yelled after you.

“Mom!” You grunted earning a chuckle from Jeff.

You closed the door to your room against your mothers wishes.

You two had a big history test coming up so you decided you would study together. You lay stomach down on your bed with books and notes surrounding you two.

He pushed a piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“No.” I smiled. “Do your work and then we’ll talk about it.”

“God damn, woman.” Jeff mumbled and then began reading his textbook. You giggled and began reading over your notes.

You continued reading and quizzing each other in information for about an hour. You were once again reading and the room was silent. You subconsciously moved your hand to the nape of his neck and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

You hadn’t realized what you were doing until the action drew a low moan from the boy next to you. Looking over at your boyfriend you realized he was already looking at you. With a swift moment, he flipped your body over so you were lying on your back.

Jeff’s eyes scanned your face before he pressed his lips to yours. You automatically kissed back. Your hands moved back up to his neck and played with his hair while his hand moved to your face.

“Y/N have you seen my—okay you are making out with my friend.” Clay looked away laughing.

You pulled away from Jeff and sat up fixing each others hair. “Jesus, Clay. Knock much?” You giggle.

“Sorry…Wow this is just so wired. My twin sister and my friend.” He says and you and Jeff burst out laughing.

“Yeah well get used to it, Jensen. She’s a keeper.” Jeff says putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.

“Glad you two are happy.” Your twin said before he left leaving you to and Jeff to continue what you left off. ;)


for you @luisadontcurr


masterlist

request box

some superhero aus

- okay i know i just saved you from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs

OR THIS

- okay i know you just saved me from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs

- you come into the starbucks i work at in full costume and everyone is freaking out and yeah you might have just fought God himself but there’s still no way in hell i’m giving you your Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip™ for free forget about it

- i turned up to comic con in my superhero costume and people don’t think it’s me and keep saying my costume isn’t very accurate???? do you want me to accidentally break your arm

- no i’m not a superhero that’s my twin the only superpower i have is the ability to attract all this unwanted attention

- i’m just a superhero what i do is save the city i never wanted to be invited to walk the red carpet!!!! designer dresses are hella expensive!! i keep this city safe i don’t deserve this

BONUS: no NO i am not sitting next to chris evans at the oscars he’s captain america!!!!!! yes i know he’s acting but he does the superhero thing better than i do!!!!

- hey buddy everyone in the business meeting is staring at you because you left your mask on maybe you should like,,, take it off

- haha yeah right you’re a superhero bro h - diD YOU JUST SHOOT A LASER BEAM AT MY COLLECTOR’S EDITION LIFE-SIZE SCOOBY DOO

- i came in to get cough syrup not take a photo with you for your shop wall please have mercy i’m ill

Alicia fox on her Lillian Garcia interview described her career:Here is what she said:

“Sometimes I feel embarrassed of my career in a sense because like when the fans come up and say, ‘Underrated or this or that.’ I never really realized that until social media popped up. Then I’m left thinking, ‘Am I underrated?’ I’m one of the only girls that don’t have any merch, never had any merch even when the Bella Twins and I were together it was still Team Bella, but I never complained about any of those things because in my head, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’ A lot of fluffy content thinking. But you know what, maybe it’s not okay, but then it gets me upset and angry because then I’m thinking well what will my next chapter look like? Is it going to be okay if I’m not putting food on my table or my career’s at the control of someone else?”


This is sad to hear….her northern lights suplex is the best.

THE LOSERS CLUB (AND BOWERS GANG) AS THINGS MY FRIENDS HAVE SAID

pennywise: i don’t hate children i just prefer they’d choke on their own spit

greta: Stank Ass Bitch !! Don’t Know Her

patrick: doesn’t every one like being choked? what a normie

henry: i’m not racist i just don’t like clowns

victor: if i stay quiet the kids won’t know im gay

mike: I wish we weren’t friends because you make me want to do dumb things like care about your wellbeing when I could be minding my own business.

ben: DIANA ROSS IS ICONIC AND I WILL NOT LIVE FOR THIS SECONDHAND SLANDER ELIJAH

eddie: i left my doctor for another doctor and it turns out they’re twins and

stan: These Fake Jews are worse then Fake News

richie: b a savage (prounounounced sah-vah-juh)

bill: not to be dramatic or anything but i would die for you

bev: sometimes you just need to fight a binch and thos are the #facts

georgie: i’m nine and i see this

Erik Klose and the Twinyards

I’ve been thinking about this and (this is so long, gosh):

  • Erik doesn’t like the twins
  • at all
  • and he hates that because he knows Nicky loves them both to death, and he wants to support him and that tiny speck of family he has left but
  • indeed
  • he loves Nicky
  • and it’s hard, you know?

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Being pregnant with Tom's child would include...
  • Finding out the very next day he left for his latest movie press tour
  • Panicking because you knew he’d be gone for at least five or six months
  • “Shit, what am I going to do?”
  • Telling your best friend first
  • “Shit Y/N, what are you going to do?”
  • “Why thank you for your help!”
  • Deciding not to tell him until he came home
  • Him worrying one day he called you because you were extra sensitive and missed him a lot
  • Your mom going to your scans and check-ups with you
  • “Congratulations, you’re having twins”
  • “WHAT THE F-”
  • Calling Tom like every two hours after knowing this
  • “Baby, when are you coming back?”
  • “I dunno, probably in like two months, why?”
  • “Oh… nothing, I just miss you so much!”
  • Crying everytime after hanging up
  • Except one time you didn’t
  • And Tom heard you sobbing your lungs out
  • And he got so worried he took the first flight home
  • He arrived late at night
  • Only to find you laying on your side on the couch, with a duvet, watching a movie and eating chocolate covered popcorn
  • “Y/N?”
  • Dropping the bowl
  • Looking at him with wide eyes
  • “Tom?”
  • “Yeah, it’s me baby, are you alright?”
  • You immediately standing up to run and hug him
  • Your five-month belly already showing under your pajamas
  • Running to his arms and him holding you, shocked, believing he was imagining things
  • But when you pulled away
  • And he saw you
  • He couldn’t believe his eyes
  • “Y/N what the fuck”
  • “…surprise?”
  • Him asking a LOT of questions
  • “How long have you known?”
  • “How far along are you?”
  • “Is it a boy or a girl?”
  • “TWINS?”
  • “Oh my I need to sit”
  • Showing him all the scan pictures you got
  • “Tom… are you crying?”
  • “No, I just, I got something in my eye it’s all”
  • Tom apologising for being absent for so long
  • And calling EVERYONE
  • “HAZ, I’M HAVING TWINS! Well, Y/N is, but, ya know what I mean…”
  • “Mom, guess what? We’re having twins!”
  • “Jacob, oh my goodness, I’m going to be a dad! TWINS!”
  • Him having to go back to work but promising he’d spend every minute with you as soon as the tour is over
  • But you offered him a different deal
  • And leaving with him for the rest of the tour
  • The whole cast of the movie taking care of you by Tom’s request
  • Especially Harrison
  • “Y/N why are you standing up you need to sit down here take my chair”
  • “I CAN’T SIT DOWN, HARRISON”
  • Going back home a month and half later
  • By then you were six and a half months pregnant
  • So, according to the doctor that left you like a month to prepare everything you needed
  • Tom refusing to let you carry anything heavy
  • Preparing and ensambling their nursery almost all by himself
  • You having to rest completely from the beginning of your seventh month
  • And just as the doctor predicted,
  • you went into early labor…
  • …a month and half early
  • “Tom, the babies are coming.”
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I eat at the same restaurant every day for the past 2 years

I’ve heard people on their phones speaking about their passions and fears

I see a couple at table 3 that arrive every Saturday afternoon

Every time they leave I feel like they left too soon

I envy the way he puts his hand on her thigh

And how they look into each other’s eyes

I wish I had their life

I bet I’d make the perfect wife

But instead I’m in this table for one

And keep writing because I’ll never be done

It’s 1:04

They’re out the door

 

The next week comes by and its noon and then…

The perfect couple rolls up again!

At table 3 he pulls out her seat

And she elegantly places the napkin on her lap so neat

The server asks what they want to eat

They ask for a dessert and treat

She’s the perfect woman that I wish to be

But I’m invisible and no one ever notices me

It’s 12:55

They’re up to leave and get close to me as they pass by

 

It’s Saturday again and my hatred is growing stronger

It’s 12:01 and I don’t know if I can wait any longer

Than the golden couple comes in and sits at their usual table

And they look too perfect like their relationship is a fable

They begin to speak but I never heard what they said

I can feel the rush of my veins and my face gets red

It’s 1:09

They’re out after they drink their glass of wine

 

 

The next week approaches and I’m in the table I always sit

There’s a storm and the electricity goes out so there’s many candles lit

It’s 12:04

The couple of the year is just outside the door

I see them arrive with all their coats wet

They enter the restaurant but the weather made them upset

She gets up to hang her soaked coat and I bump into her purposely

But when she turned around I realized she looked like me

It’s 12:28

And they leave not finished with their plate

 

 

It’s next week and it’s 12:15

They aren’t anywhere to be seen

It’s 12:44

They haven’t stepped in the door….

It’s 1:02

I don’t know what to do!

They are not here

Where is the couple of the year?!!!


 

It’s 1:13

They still aren’t anywhere to be seen

I ask the server where the couple is from table 3

“What couple?” He asks me

I shout, “The ones that come every Saturday morning!!!!”

And he insists that there is no couple with a warning

I see blood on my hands and my shirt

But I do not feel hurt

Whose blood could this be?

But I have something more important on my mind to worry

 

 

So I grabbed the phone and yelled at the server to dial them

But he pushed me out the door… and I realized I was in an asylum

The guard holds me down, a needle goes into my skin as I shout

And everything goes dark and I blackout…

 

I wake up, how long has it been?

I try and get up but the room starts to spin

The doctor comes in

He says I’m finally making progress with a grin

I ask him what I’m doing in this place

And the smile gets off his face

 

It’s 11:17

I wish I could take back all the things I’ve seen…

I remember I was working on being a writer

But my dreams turned to ashes as if burned with a lighter

I worked hard and so did she

But she was always better than me…

 

 

It’s 11:26

I tell the doctor there’s nothing left to fix

I remember what I’ve done

I remember how my hatred won

 

 

It’s 11:53

I killed my twin sister in the name of jealousy

She had everything that I wanted

And I had their blood in my hands so she haunted

She came into my head and made me remember like a loon

What had happened to her and her husband at table 3 that Saturday at noon

She showed me the restaurant where I committed my crime

And she made me pay with the price of counting every minute of time

She plays the different days of my feeling of hate

And she’ll make me remember her fate

 

She replays the scenes like a movie in my head

And makes me go through them again and again……

 

It’s noon!

The couple of the year walks in

They laugh at table 3 with a grin

He caresses her hair and kisses her cheek

And their love makes me feel disgustingly weak

They are everything I want to be

But I’m invisible because no one ever notices me

I feel my hatred for them growing inside

But it’s 1:04 and they’re already outside


The next week comes and today is the day

The perfect couple will have their last things to say

It’s 12:04

I hear the tune in the restaurant but I am out by the door

I wait for the perfect couple as they step inside while I wait out with my knife

I go inside and I take their life

She screams I’m her twin and to please have a heart

But I can never be done with what I start

 


She whispers in my head that the memory is my punishment and there’s nowhere I can hide

So she keeps replaying these memories in my mind…

 

 


 

It’s noon……





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I have a story for everyone.

My Mom is a mutant.

To be specific, she has a disorder called Factor V Laiden Thrombophilia (same as me *waves*), a genetic mutation that causes abnormal clotting of the blood. When treated appropriately (I can never take birth control, I’ll develop complications if I ever get pregnant if I’m not careful, and in situations such as long flights I have to make sure to move around as often as possible), it’s manageable.

There’s always a very real sense of danger, however. See, blood clots can form anywhere in the body, and *move* anywhere if not caught quickly enough. If it moves to the heart or the brain, you’re screwed, plain and simple. Even if it doesn’t, and it just stays in your leg and eventually goes away, for example, it leaves damage that is often irreparable.

Fifteen years ago, when my Mom was pregnant with my youngest sister and what would have been her twin, she developed a bloodclot in her left leg. It was late enough in her term that attempting to get rid of it would have meant terminating the pregnancy, and my Mom, after asking if she would die from it and being told no, decided to not go through with the procedure. She lost one of the twins, gave birth to my baby sister, and ever since then has lived with a disability that puts her in constant pain.

The first time I saw her with her bad leg, it was when I was six-years-old. She came home with my little sister–I had to hold her since my Mom needed crutches to get around. She screamed the entire time she walked down the hallway to her room. It hurt her that badly. I’ve never felt more helpless in my entire life. The sound of her crying like that has never ever left me.

The best way to describe the physical atttributes of her leg would be like taking a hot knife and stripping off all the skin of your lower leg. Among the symptoms she’s had for over a decade include: swelling to the point that she’s torn pants, weeping–which means the wound on her leg that never goes away because of the poor bloodflow leaks fluid–to the point that she has to wrap a towel around it, bleeding, the skin cracking and falling off on a regular basis, a higher chance of getting infections (in the past four years, she’s had two staph infections, one of which resulted in an emergency room visit), and the almost complete assurance that in the next ten years, she’ll be completely wheelchair bound.

She raised me and my three other siblings on her own with that disability after my Dad left and our extended family stopped giving a shit about us, and as often as she frustrates me, I want to be able to help her. She has done *so* much for me, and seeing her in pain every single day, having her crying in bed because she thinks nobody will ever love her again because of her bad leg, seeing her cycle through seasons of depression only to fight back with everything she has, seeing the look of hope when she finds something that might fix her leg only to learn that it’s too expensive to get the treatment, kills me. Knowing that it’ll only get worse without proper help hurts more than I can properly articulate. She isn’t the perfect mother, not by a long shot, but I love her and I want to be able to help.

The thing with her leg nowadays is that the bloodclot is gone. It has been for about a decade. It’s the damage it did to the veins that remains. We have yet to encounter a doctor willing to attempt surgery to replace the damaged vein, and everything else has been more for dealing with it than actively trying to find a solution.

We have found one possible one, however. An oxygen treatment that has been proven to help restore bloodflow. The problem is, the treatment is expensive and considered experimental, so it isn’t covered by our insurance.

You’re probably wondering where I’m trying to get at with all of this. It’s simple. One treatment costs 150 dollars, and my Mom would need to do about eight of those in the span of a few months to see any actual improvement. I want to change that. I want to be able to go up to her, tell her, “I’ll handle paying for the oxygen treatments to fix your leg.” I want to be able to see some hope on her face again, instead of the near-constant acceptance that she can’t change it no matter how hard she wants to.

I’m still just that six-year-old kid that wants to help her Mom. The only difference is, I’m not helpless anymore.

On my Patreon, I make a grandiose show of how I want it to help launch my career as a professional writer, which is true, but nestled deep in those descriptions is one throwaway line about helping to pay for medical bills. I didn’t delve deeper into how on there, since as this post shows it gets rather long-winded, but of the many medical bills that comes with this family, the need for my Mom to get this treatment is starting to creep higher and higher. She’s already showing signs of being unable to walk, and her leg is slowly but surely getting worse. Her doctors have even started talking about possible amputation if there isn’t any improvement.

In short, I’m asking you guys for help, because I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to see my Mom in pain anymore. I know how to help her, but since losing about $500 worth of income last month, my paychecks go towards the bills and such that we already have. I haven’t been able to save like I used to, and the longer we wait the less likely we’ll be able to fix anything.

I need your help, guys. My Mom needs your help. I know this is a longshot. I know I’m not popular, I’m not beloved in a way that warrants having money thrown at me for no good reason, my creations are still fledgling, I know there are people out there that have it so much worse, but I’m still taking this chance. I’m coming with my nose pressed to the ground before you in supplication, and asking from the bottom of my heart: please, help my family.

Whether this story warrants that is beyond me, but stories are all I have.

If you can offer anything, thank you. If all you can do is read this, thank you. There isn’t any guilt here. It’s simply a story and a question from someone with nowhere else to turn. Those don’t always need responses.

They say brows should be sisters not twins, but my brows are more like the conjoined twin challenge from season 7 of RuPaul’s Drag Race. My right one is Pearl, the beautiful child beauty pageant winner. My left one is Trixie, the one that didn’t get enough nutrients in the womb and whose mom didn’t bother to put sunscreen on her, but still has a chance to make it back in the race.

Humans are weird/space orcs idea

Twins.


Like. What the fuck would aliens think when they see two people who look identical, but act TOTALLY different from each other. Example.


Srotar: Ah! Human Max, I was looking for you. What did you say earlier about eggs?


Greg (twin 2): What? No, I’m Greg. You’re looking for my brother. He’s on level 4 watching Earth tv.


Srotar: What?? You’re exactly like Human Max! You have the Human brown hair follicles, the green binocular eyes. You even emit the same sound waves!


Max (from afar): Did I hear my name? Oh, hey Greg. Hey, Srotar.


Srotar (completely shocked): Wha…


Max: Yeah, I forgot to mention. This is my twin brother, Greg.


Srotar: Do all humans have identical copies?


Greg: Oh, don’t be ridiculous. The only thing identical about us is how we look and sound. We’re completely different!


Srotar: I do not comprehend?


Max: He likes the colour blue..


Greg: And he likes the colour red.


Srotar: Why was there no information in the Human Care Pamphlet??


And eventually the aliens learn to find subtle details that allows them to tell the twins apart, and with the introduction of new alien crew members, the Humans prank them by “teleporting” around the ship (twin 1 goes through the door on the left, then twin 2 comes out the door on the right, etc.) and fucking BLOWING the alien’s mind.

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Summer is such a terribly hot season, isn’t it? My constant need to hidrate inspired DYNAMENE’s design: sleek, clean, but still packing a little “kick”. Named for one of the nereids (Dynamene and her twin were said to spin and roll the waves), this theme is indeed divine — what’s more, this is a low-effort immortality, as the design is easily accessible to all types of blogs and easily customizable =] .


FEATURES
[ + ]  500px posts;
[ + ]  left sidebar;
[ + ]  a title slot, which can be changed separately from your blog title via the customization panel;
[ + ]  subtitle slot, similarly editable via the customization panel;
[ + ]  a description slot — I strongly suggest keeping it to four lines, as shown in the preview;
[ + ]  NB: keep in mind that you have an inbuilt description slot in your customization panel that is separate from tumblr’s. I chose to add it in since tumblr is so prone to glitching, and people reported disappearing or missing descriptions as a result;
[ + ]  the menu comes with a twist — the fontawesome icons that define each link become see-through with a little bit of CSS magic, allowing us to peek underneath! (don’t worry if you want to change the default ones and still keep the effect, it’s easy and there are instructions within the code itself n.n)
tip: if the menu doesn’t show up at first, refresh. it happens on first loads.
[ + ]  speaking of links, you have home, ask, + 3 extra slots;
[ + ]  plain color background option;
[ + ]  gradient background option;
[ + ]  full wallpaper background option (make sure it’s at least 1366x768 pixels ! ).
tip: tumblr is, as previously stated, very glitchy. in order for all the on/off options to work right, turn everything off first, and then turn on those that you want active.


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