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oldmanffucker · 7 months
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Hey so wanna hear something devastating.
The costumer just causally dropped that the ring around Izzy’s cravat is his mother’s.
“He’s very sentimental, like he carries his mother’s ring around his scarf.” (X)
I’m on my friends porch in tears rn. Are you kidding me. Ms. Taylor was talking about Izzy’s drag look and just dropped that fact as if that wouldn’t rewire my entire brain chemistry.
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onlyswan · 5 months
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that’s my boyfriend btw
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gregkinz · 1 year
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AAAAAAAAAUUGHSAAHJJAAAAYGGHHHGAAAAYYGHHAUUUGH <- thought about the intricate rituals
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rukia-writes · 7 months
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The EREN KRUGER CRUMBS
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carouselcometh · 10 months
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“The point of horror is to survive” “the point of horror is to be doomed” maybe the point of horror is to cum
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officialbabayaga · 2 months
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the way this is phrased to avoid confronting the reality that people can’t afford food anymore
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luriuan · 4 months
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Oh my god. The tears in Luke’s eyes when Percy says the betrayal line. The desperate pleading for them to run away. That he doesn’t want to hurt Percy. The tears in Percy’s eyes. The fear and shaking. Percy apologizing for actually hurting him. The look of horror on Luke’s face as Annabeth comes in. How horrified he looks when he looks down at Percy, who he HURT. The realization that Percy won’t join, and the equaled horror of hurting a twelve year old child.
Then he runs.
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shepscapades · 24 days
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Collection of warmup doodles that I had way too much fun with (from these hc chatlog screenshots from the past few days! [x] [x] )
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rooolt · 18 days
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deeply important aspect of riz gukgak’s character to me is that he’s quite a bit deranged. Brings a gun to school, shoots an unconscious man point blank in the head just so he won’t wake up, tortures a kid by shooting off three of his fucking fingers, threatens to bite Dayne’s eye out of his head as revenge for Fabian, literally eats Kalvaxus, consistently hissing throughout sophomore year, and of course “make sure to cut off his head so he can’t be revivified”
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nessieartss · 8 days
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the fact that gege drew this panel and then pulled ch 261 is wild
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fallahifag · 4 months
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you guys need to start being more careful with what you say in regards to the palestinian cause. some of you are over excited white people with some weird saviour complex and you’re speaking over palestinians and using the wrong language and it makes the media demonize us further.
palestinians are not aggressive and we’re not blood thirsty people. we want to live and that is simply it. we want a life for ourselves and for our children and for our friends and for our beloveds. we want a life in the homeland we’re indigenous to. that is it. stop twisting it into your fucked up little fantasy
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opikiquu · 21 days
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satoruxx · 13 days
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boyfriend toji asks you to workout with him all the time, but not in the way you’re thinking. you’re his incentive, a little prize for working so hard.
so of course he cages you underneath him as he does push ups, claiming a victory kiss each time he lowers himself to the ground. honestly the way you laugh and giggle is far more satisfying than the actual workout part of it, his lips quirking into a half smile each time he pushes back up.
“you’re so lame,” you laugh, patting his flexing bicep and he rolls his eyes.
“what’s wrong with havin’ a prize? i’m workin’ so hard,” he stresses the last word with an over exaggerated sigh.
“yeah right like this isn’t the easiest possible thing for you—”
a heavy kiss—his favorite way of shutting you up. he pulls back, expression going smug at your dazed reaction.
“you sure do talk a lot for someone who’s enjoying it.” he quips.
and you do enjoy it—honestly you’d take any excuse to steal affection from the hulking wolf of a man that is your boyfriend, especially when he’s always so willing to give it.
some days he’ll switch it up and ask you to get on his back as he does his push ups, because god knows he’s strong and he can handle you so easily.
and he likes the way you loop your arms around his neck, likes the way you squeal as he playfully tries to bite your fingers when they get too close to his face.
“i think i’ll just stay up here,” you comment from atop his back, and toji can hear your smile.
“oh yeah?” he grunts as he lowers himself to the ground.
“mhm.” your fingers drum over his back. “you look pretty good like this. i can boss you around and everything.”
“hah—” an evil smirk, even as sweat drips down his temple. “watch your mouth, kid. don’t push your luck.”
you laugh, he grins. somehow you just make the whole process that much more fun for him.
toji is selfish too. bad enough that he has you trapped either under him or on top of him as he does push ups for as long as he can. but once he’s done and you’re about to go do your own work he’s grabbing your wrist with that trademark smirk going, “hey i’m not done yet.”
and then you find yourself holding his feet down as he casually does sit ups, and of course each time he makes it back up he’s kissing you. you giggle each time, leaning your weight onto your palms to keep his legs steady as you peak over his knees. the sound tickles his ears—infectious.
“aren’t you tired yet?” you call out, tilting your head with a teasing smile. toji pulls himself up, abs flexing as his bulky arms stay put behind his head.
“tired?” he scoffs, lips brushing over yours. he pulls back just slightly, hooded eyes boring into yours. “i got my energy right here.”
he’s ridiculous. selfish and utterly ridiculous. it comes to a point where he refuses to do his exercises if you’re not there, claiming that “it’s no fun workin’ hard if there’s nothin’ to work hard for.”
but obviously half of the time he ends up forgetting about the workout anyway, grabbing at your waist to pull you into his lap as he presses his mouth to yours eagerly—one little prize already managing to distract him.
for someone so strong, toji can be embarrassingly weak when it comes to you.
oh well, no harm done. he knows he can get his exercise in a different way—and you have no problem with that either.
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foldingfittedsheets · 1 month
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Most parents I think worry or wonder when their kid might finally start repeating swear words they hear. The tale of my initiation into the world of cursing was the subject of family lore however.
First, to set the scene, my nana spent a lot of time with me when I was young. She lived with us briefly and I firmly cemented my place as number one favorite grandchild by climbing up into her attic room to cuddle on the regular.
She’d take me on errands and watch me when my parents were at work. She even once lured me away when she ran into my dad watching me as a store. She didn’t think he was keeping a close enough eye and called me over to her a few aisles away.
I happily complied since I loved and recognized her then we watched my dad for several minutes before he finally looked down, saw me missing, and panicked. “That’ll teach you to keep a better eye on her!” My nana scolded him, convinced that every babynapper was slavering for her precious redheaded grandbaby.
So one day my mom had me in the car. We were driving along and from my back seat I chirped, “Can we play pretend?”
My mom smiled, imagining I’d start narrating some silly adventure or something. “Sure.”
“Shit shit SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
My mom sat stunned in the front seat, baffled momentarily by the stream of cursing.
After careful questioning it was pretty obvious what had happened. My nana had sworn up a storm in front of me but didn’t want to come clean about it to my parents when I started repeating it. She’d instead invented a fun game and the rules were that I could only curse when we were playing a special game.
My mom was furious, and my nana got a sound dressing down both for the cursing but more importantly for the lying.
My favorite time telling this story though was to a girl in high school. She listened with wide eyes then asked, “Did your mom fire her?”
“What?”
“Your nana? Did she get fired?”
“My…. Grandmother? Did my mom fire my grandmother??”
“Ohhhhh. Not the nanny then.”
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bbyteach · 6 months
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Title ideas for this little comic were ‘stede loves his heavily tatted wife’ or just ‘the inn just becomes a tattoo studio in 1717 AU’ idk
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hyacinths-in-a-storm · 4 months
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I had a weird fever dream in which whenever Lu ten wanted to refer to both Azula and Zuko at the same time, he called them Zaza
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