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summer04rayne · 12 days
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I’ve seen some people getting annoyed because of Lewis giggling for getting p18, the fuck do you want him to do? The car is bad, and he has to experiment with the set up to at least get something out of it, especially because he knows it’s not gonna rain tomorrow (and that’ll probably help him a lot).
And what’s sad is that, it’s actually his « fans » who are annoyed, like what?
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kookiecrush · 7 months
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So apparently Taetae smells like musk and Kookie smells like sweet flowers 🥺
It's the fact that Tae said he likes the smell of flowers, and apparently Jungkook wears a floral scent, and Jungkook said he likes the smell of musk, and Tae wears a musky scent.
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asoulwithadream · 6 months
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what. the. fuck.
what the fuck was that.
they put the entire season into the last episode. what the fuck. literally what.
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no-one-better-than-lee · 10 months
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Ao3 is down what am I supposed to do on my breaks now
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caramel-catss · 2 months
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gaming update: my brother keeps stealing the switch cartridge for link's awakening so i'm playing the dx pc port. wdym i already beat the game... wdym i still have to beat majora's mask before i do anything else... shhhhh
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fresh-trans-fish · 3 months
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Eh after seeing lovesick cross, him looking at me with judging eyes has no effect
How do I respond to this?
Uh
You a fan of Ismae-Allen?
That's nice
Here's an axlotl
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pasteloctoz · 3 months
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I hate that this is the only way i explain this without spoilers
If im wrong dont hate me i dont pay attention to anything but damn crew ;-;
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girl help ao3 is down and now i have to think thoughts with my brain
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giupdatecorner · 7 months
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google dot com how to end a fic
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naes-dairy · 4 months
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I'm in the deepest darkest depths of hell rn
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areyoudreaminof · 1 year
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I find myself sitting alone in my room, trying to eloquently describe choking on a boba bead for a fic. I love my life.
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uploxy · 9 months
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which one hurts you the most? (very important question for a debate) pls 🙏🙏
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aliveandfullofjoy · 1 year
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if i were not myself
but the brightest
handsomest
best man on earth
and if i were free
i would get down on my knees this minute
and ask you for your hand
and for your love
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alarrylarrie · 1 year
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I know grain of salt and all that but duexmoi posted a rumor about the boys briefly reuniting to send off James Corden along with other guests so we may get ot4 in 2023!!!
Anon if this is true….
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unholystagepresence · 2 years
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Bad Dreams (Version 1)
Title: Bad Dreams
Fandom: Critical Role C3
Characters: The Crown Keepers
Summary: Orym wakes from a bad dream
Notes: Spoiler-adjacent for C3E33. Fuck you comfort fic.
“Orym?” The soft whisper of his name just a bit off to his left was enough to shake Orym awake, his eyes shooting open to find dark sky and twinkling stars, glowing embers of a dying fire just barely lighting the five foot area around the pit they smoldered in. He was drenched in sweat, his skin clammy and pale, his hands still shaking from the nightmare he’d experienced. Slowly, he sat up from where he’d been curled up in the crook of Fearne’s knees, and turned to see Dorian had half lifted himself from the ground where Fearne had him trapped, his brows drawn tight in concern. “You alright?” he asked, softly, just loud enough for Orym to hear and not disturb their companions. Orym’s gaze slid from the genasi’s to where Fearne’s ear flicked, and she let out a soft snort. Dorian followed his gaze, then slowly extricated himself from Fearne’s grasp, pausing each time she so much as twitched, until he could shuffle awkwardly a few inches away to stand. He took a moment to brush the dirt from his cloak, and then tossed his head over to the edge of camp. Orym didn’t hesitate to find his own feet and follow along. When Dorian sat, he plopped down right next to him. “You were making some pretty scary noises over there...bad dreams?” “...Yeah.” “You want to talk about it?” Dorian stayed silent while Orym chewed on the decision, the only sounds that Dariax’s snoring and of the gentle breeze that blew a bit of his hair onto Orym’s shoulder. Orym didn’t make any move to brush it off. Already, the shaking in his hands had subsided and the details of the nightmare were already fading from his mind, as such things often did. “It was just...the typical sort of nightmare. I think I died.” “Oh.” Dorian let out a long breath, his eyes widening as if he might have gotten into a situation he was ill-prepared for. Orym knew that much was unlikely true...Dorian was often well-prepared save for a lack of confidence in his own ability. He continued, already comforted simply by Dorian’s living presence. “Because I was protecting people. Protecting friends. And I failed.” There was silence once more, now Orym giving Dorian the space to think on how he wanted to reply. He tilted his head up and picked out Catha and Ruidus, not too far off from each other at this time of year and night, both gently illuminating the sky. Watching over them. The thought brought the barest hint of a smile to Orym’s lips and added to the comfort of the moment. “Must’ve been a pretty awful fight for you to go down.” Dorian finally postulated. ‘There, see,’ Orym thought to himself, not daring to say it aloud, ‘you found just the right thing to say.’ He smiled, returning his gaze to his companion. “That, or it was a meat pie even I couldn’t finish.” Sensing an opening to help ease the tension, Dorian leapt on it with an overdramatic gasp. “Now that, my dear Orym, is impossible!” They shared a quiet chuckle in an effort to let their friends sleep, and then Dorian reached over to tug Orym to his side, squeezing him in gently. Orym’s own arm reached up, though it didn’t reach the other side of Dorian’s waist, and they sat in the embrace, as Orym’s heart finally joined the rest of his body in understanding that it was safe. He was safe. They were all safe. Maybe not forever, but for right now...safe. “Whatever it was...it was just a dream.”
“Yeah...just a dream.” “Am I interrupting something?” Orym had heard Fearne’s hoof prints slowly approaching them in the grass, though evidently Dorian had not been so perceptive, as he jumped half out of his skin. “’Cause if I am I can go watch from over there instead.” And yet, despite that, she simply sprawled herself on her back over both men’s laps, wiggling a bit to find the most comfortable exact position...and try to disguise her hand trying to slip into Orym’s pocket from around both their backs. “Geeze, Fearne, a little bit of warning maybe?” “Nah, you make really funny faces when you’ve been spooked.” “I- th-that’s-” Orym stared Fearne down and she finally met his eye as her fingers slipped around the single copper piece his pocket held. He simply raised an eyebrow, and watched as she contemplated her next move, before she simply shrugged and left the copper where it was. “Can’t fault a girl for trying.” “It was a good attempt, but maybe pick better targets.” Dorian looked from one to the other with the least subtle amount of confusion, before another voice joined the fray, and then another. Seems they hadn’t been quite quiet enough after all. “Oh hey, is this where the cuddle pile moved to? I was gettin’ cold.” “A cuddle pile without me? That’s so mean! Scootch over!” Dariax settled himself to Orym’s right, squishing him in against Dorian in the impromptu cuddle pile, while Opal over dramatically flopped onto Dorian’s left side.
Dorian grimaced. “Opal can you not...get your goop all over my cloak?” “Ugh, it’s not like I can control it, just get a new cloak!”
Trapped in the middle of the snuggles and good-natured bickering, Orym managed to catch Dorian’s eye again. Dorian rolled his eyes, and the halfling shrugged, leading them both to chuckle again as Orym let himself relax and settle in against Dorian’s side, letting himself just enjoy the moment and the soft, comforting circles Dorian’s fingers made on his opposite shoulder. For now, they were safe. That was enough.
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tasticbastard · 1 year
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i’m not allowed to meet frank iero irl bc this is what i’d do to him for all the crimes he’s committed against me personally
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