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    Based off this Tumblr text post by s4mm4n:
    God I miss the days when you could show up to a strangers farm and he’d say “Whats your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I aint got one sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do for you and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who aint for married even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talking and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinking from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savor

    WARNING: Halfway through this story, it becomes about family loss and tuberculosis.

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    02 Mar 2023

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    The boy standing in the mirror wasn’t Wilbur.

    He blinked a few times, and the boy in the mirror did too. He lifted a hand, with the stranger doing the same. When he flipped the reflection off, the bony and bruised hand flipped him off in return.

    “This isn’t me,” Wilbur whispered in the stranger’s voice, the reflection mouthing the words in time with him.

    This wasn’t him and yet the reflection in the mirror was telling him it was. The boy had curly blonde hair that was styled similarly to Wilbur’s, except the fringe wasn’t nearly as long. Wide set blue eyes stared at him, and after a moment of being frozen, he squeezed them shut, wondering if his reflection would be back to normal when he opened them.

    His eyes blinked open, and he saw he was still blonde and blue-eyed. Fuck.

    or, Wilbur is bored of the monotony of his life in a small town, and wishes for a new life. Meanwhile, Tommy is tired of the isolation that comes with living in the city, and wonders what it would be like to have a closer family.

    Neither one meant they wanted to start swapping bodies.

    or or, a Your Name au.

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    28 Sep 2022

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    Wilbur always thought his dad and uncle's hobby of doomsday prepping was weird.

    It comes in more handy than he could've ever imagined.

    (or, crimebois and aeduo make their ways across two separate desolate landscapes, trying to hold onto scraps of hope as they make their way to each other.)

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    23 Aug 2022

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    light angst and apocalypse story for when i need it :) i liked this fic