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I am 100% convinced that Hua Cheng's array password is a sneaky double entendre. It would have to be something that at first glance is maybe acceptable, but to be said three times would be reeaaallly lewd lmfaooo
My first guess is "come inside" HAHAH
Deliciously mortifying, especially for Xie Lian. Having to say that three times would make me crumble to dust too
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cj-kenobi · 10 months
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a wild otter-wan has appeared!
do you:
- fight! - give him a little pat!
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majorbaby · 2 months
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brown guy standing way too close to me in the queue and white lady cashier who assumed we were 'together' bc i'm also brown both doing so in spite of my obvious discomfort like sexual harassment vs racism showdown
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sunshinechay · 6 months
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The model, the fellow art students, the sculptures in the background and god:
“Really right in front of our [fruit] salad”
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cryptictwaddle · 2 years
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operator, operator i’m slaying
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Anything fluffy with the master I'm begging🙏🏻
Was the song too clichéd, the Master wondered? It was a thought that was occupying an unreasonable amount of his time lately - well, that and planning world domination, plotting his best enemy's death, and hypnotising the Tsar's entire family and household into doing his bidding. It was surprising that he got any time to himself at all, really, and what little time he was privy to was mostly spent grooming his beard, fiddling with his contact lenses, and wondering about his sartorial music choices.
The Master had been through ten songs already in his Grand Plan. The immediate predecessor to his current choice was 'Daddy Cool,' which he'd eventually rejected on the basis that he'd spent far too much time on Earth to be comfortable with daddy jokes, and he'd mentally added this cardinal sin to his long, long list of reasons why all humans deserved to be wiped off the face of an otherwise quite tolerable planet, although the weather needed fixing. Especially the bloody Siberian winter, which had a tendency to get ice in his beard, freeze his toes, and generally render most of Russia impassable. It had worked in the country's favour several times, most recently against Napoleon, but he was beginning to realise that he hated snow almost as much as he hated the sand and dust of his home planet. Water? Perhaps water might be better. Maybe in the regeneration-after-next he would aim for gills and become semi-aquatic, although it did seem terribly inconvenient. The Doctor wouldn't need to foil his plans; she could just lay him on a towel and watch him slowly suffocate. Not very chic.
The current song was, he thought, perhaps his favourite. What could possibly be funnier than his arch-nemesis realising the depths of his depraved plan to the sweet, sweet sounds of Boney M, singing a song that he was reasonably certain he would be popping forward in time to inspire. He did love a paradox loop.
Yes, he was big and strong, wasn't he? And his eyes did certainly 'flaming glow', although he might need to have words with them about that; there were uncomfortable echoes of the word 'flamingo', and that wasn't doing his image any favours. People were definitely scared of him, although he wasn't sure anyone would describe him as 'lovely'; he'd recently tissue-compressed a babushka in the next village for smiling at him due to her senility. Couldn't have people smiling at him. It ruined his mystique. As for the Bible... well, he did try to avoid evangelising about it, but when he did have to, he just made up the parts he hadn't committed to memory - how hard could it be? Hellfire and damnation were easy enough to describe; he could use Skaro or Benidorm as inspiration - and people seemed to lap it up. Maybe he could be the next Joseph Smith. They might even write a musical about him.
He was not, admittedly, sure about the line about being desired, but he supposed he did want the Doctor's attention. That was sort of the same thing, wasn't it? And besides, he couldn't think of any better songs, and bootlegs were hard to come by in 1916.
No, he could commit to being Russia's greatest love machine if it meant watching the Doctor squirm.
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and-corn · 1 month
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shoutout to the "foolproof" bread recipe I fucked up entirely for inspiring this
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arunneronthird · 1 month
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lautums · 29 days
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I A HOMO. 2 REÁL IS 2 REÁL !
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unpretty · 3 months
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earlier today andrew was like, "hey, check this out" and turned their phone around to show me an image of a pair of dreamworks eyebrow sunglasses before swiping to show me another image of the sunglasses and bask in my horror
but the pictures were on tumblr and they accidentally swiped the wrong direction in the image viewer
so from my perspective what happened was that andrew was like, "hey, check this out" and turned their phone around to show me an image of a pair of dreamworks eyebrow sunglasses before swiping dramatically to reveal an unrelated image of stuart little, watching me expectantly for a reaction that never came
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blarnsblog · 5 months
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they SERVED together
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trek-tracks · 1 month
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Kirk (yelling over the communicator): Scotty, beam us back, quickly! There's a lion storm!
Scotty: Aye, Captain, but don't you mean an ion storm?
(a loud roar in the background)
Kirk: no
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mariaalenkoshepard · 9 months
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~ Every day, it's a-getting closer ~
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Happy Valentine's Day! (and this blog's first post anniversary!)
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femmeidiot · 2 months
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I could call you lettuce the way you're a sub topping
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dedicatedfollower467 · 9 months
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ed the shrimpede
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