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bearotonin-international · 2 years

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Give it up for 747 Bear Force One!

Champion of Fat Bear Week 2022

#fat bear week #747 #bear force one #fat bear week 2022 #king chonk of 2022 #we will say nothing of 151 walker 🤐

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beardedmrbean · 9 months

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Bear Force One himself, Mr 747 is here to wish you a Happy Fat Bear Friday

#bears #brown bears #fat bear friday #bear force one #747 #bear 747 #brooks falls gang #chonky #peak performance

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saltwife · 10 months

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POV you are a salmon who’s about to die

#bears #brown bears #katmai bears #747 #bear force one

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kt--extinction · 2 years

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Congratulations to 747 for winning Fat Bear Week 2022

#fat bear week #katmai national park #bear #brown bear #grizzly #747 #bear force one

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homosexual-having-tea · 2 years

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Was anyone gonna tell me the winner of Fat Bear Week is named

Bear Force One??

#fat bear week #bear force one

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boozeandbooks · 7 months

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I’m a little bummed Bear Force One didn’t make it to the next round. I picked him to win. 🏆 But maybe Chunk (bear 32) will pull it off. This must be what sports fans feel like! 🐻 whoo! Eat that salmon!

#fat bear week #bear force one #chunk #keep your shark week #vote for chunk

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kyootiepies · 1 year

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A distinguished gentleman bear

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#bears #fat bear week #bear force one #bear 747 #I was commissioned to draw 747 #the hat and monocle were just a silly joke but I liked them hehehe #emilie's art

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jaebird88 · 1 year

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When people ask me to describe my deck's strategy

#mtg #magic the gathering #edh #graham stark #bear force one #game knights

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communistkenobi · 1 year

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not sure if this was intentional or not but nemik saying in his manifesto “Remember this: Try.” is an interesting sentiment given that “do or do not, there is no try” is like one of the more famous lines from the original trilogy

#sw.txt #andor spoilers #andor #VERY INTERESTING IF THAT IS INTENTIONAL #maybe speaks to the disconnect between the jedi and the rebellion even after the order fell #the OT was written without the PT in mind but like the PT establishes yoda as a figurehead of the order #so like you could read that line as one being informed by a long familiarity with institutional power #and all the privileges that grants #there’s a similarly ‘heretical’ line from obiwan in uhhh wtf was that book called. planet something #the one by Greg bear #whatever it’s legends now but obiwan tells anakin that the force is not a nurse maid it will not protect you #which is a fairly radical thing for a Jedi to say #it’s understandable since it was shortly after he lost quigon #but I especially like when other sw media responds to established canon in a critical way #not necessarily to say it’s wrong but to present a perspective that frames the established canon as something you can contest

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 9 months

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where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.