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wuntrum · 2 months
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ashy slashy!
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victoryrifle · 1 year
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10 years of Infestissumam (released April 10, 2013)
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nothingbizzare · 10 months
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Fugo rainbow for Fugo pride on an Fugo Tuesday!
( I forgot what day is today)
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vse-kar-vem · 3 months
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kris said "cue fanfiction" i said "but i can't write on command" he said "draw then i dont fucking care"
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hazelnutnebula · 2 years
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monday?   you mean,. haze’s birthday bash?? ?  🐀🎉💥✨
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encrucijada · 6 months
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i fixed the first chapter of haze dogs by which i mean i know how connor died by which i mean i can write it now
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batgrldes · 1 year
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I am trying so hard not to hyperventilate here at work as I see the 911 news pours in. I knew I should've waited until I got home to open Tumblr. So here I am, stomach clenching, skin vibrating, trying to survive the weekend so I can be alive for Monday night.
In another life did Buck ever get away from Pennsylvania? Did Maddie leave Doug? Is Daniel alive? So many questions run through my head, "for better and worse." What works out for the better in Buck's mind? Was he closer with his parents? Or maybe Maddie never met Doug?
But would he ever meet his found family? What would their lives be like if Buck wasn't a part of them? Would he run into some of them? Perhaps they don't show up and Buck feels the emptiness from their absence.
I am just so excited for 911, it's been a minute since I've felt this energy for the show. Props to those that held fast to the coma!Buck theory, it goes to show how well tuned you are to the characters and the writing of the show. I am so looking forward to seeing buddie happen, though I don't think we'll see the big moments this year. However, Monday night's episode will hold one of the most iconic moments in buddie history, I am most certain of that.
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simplykaren · 7 months
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This was the first time in a few years that I actually looked forward to getting my hair cut. I returned to the place I used a few months ago, because that was the first time since my old favorite salon (that specialized in handling curly hair) closed down that I actually enjoyed getting a haircut.
I have a tender scalp, very fine hair, and very curly hair. (We're talking my dad has a completely natural afro curly.)
People that are used to working with straight hair and treat my curly hair the same way usually end up trying to dry brush my hair and pull out a bunch of extra hair, because when dry it knots the second the brush leaves it. It's painful and very not fun.
The stylist I had last time--we'll call her A--followed all the curly hair rules. Only combed out when wet, never touched a brush, used a spray bottle to keep my hair damp while working with it, stuck to my natural curl patterns, and used a diffuser head on the blowdrier. It was great and pain-free, my hair looked beautiful, and it took me a good 30 minutes to shake off the contented haze afterward.
I knew I wouldn't get the same stylist today due to scheduling differences, but I had high hopes that if 1 stylist there knew the curly rules, then so did the others.
Not so much.
It was fine up until I saw the stylist pick up a roller brush and blowdrier (with a plain head). Granted, it wasn't as bad as the last place. I only lost maybe a dozen hairs instead of 50 to pulling, but it was a major letdown. Still tipped, but I think I'll make sure to get Stylist A next time, even if I have to ask for a day off to get it scheduled.
My hair is mostly straight at the moment, and I can't decide whether I want to wash my hair immediately when I get home or to wait til tomorrow morning to reset my curls. I haven't straightened my hair in over a decade. It looks so weird. I don't like it. I'm going to go shopping now as a consolation prize.
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twogoliathbeetles · 9 months
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never ask me what i'm meant to be doing bc the answer is writing and yet. i'm never fucking doing that am i
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bogmachine · 1 year
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erm hehe whah huh
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degnarra-easelbox · 1 year
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(re: music ask/tag meme)
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theorajones · 1 year
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Another one that’s been in heavy rotation. If I like a new pop song, it’s usually T-Swift. 
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self-made-cages · 1 year
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As much as I’d like to have the Lavender Haze video this week, I’m putting my money on next week because I’ll be on a flight most of the day Thursday and we all know Taylor loves to announce chaos while I’m airborne.
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chrnbylart · 1 year
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in the cathedral
full resolution here
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jasonstiff · 2 years
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Even if it says "REHTAEW", I have weather on my mind for you at 10 & 11pm! . . . . . #California #Chico #Redding #NorCal #hair #haircut #mind #sun #heat #heatwave #haze #smoke #fire #Monday #weather #rehtaew (at Chico, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChTs4JauOBX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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luveline · 8 months
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JADEEE I'M THE ONE WHO REQUESTED SPENCER X BADASS READER (the one where they read a book together). I LOVE IT😭😭 may I share some request again? maybe it is a day off and one of the bau member saw reader and spencer spend their day off together like a couple?? maybe they bump into them at the alley of supermarket because reader and spencer is going to cook dinner together???
thank you for requesting gorgeous!! ♡ fem!reader
Derek supposes he shouldn't be shocked. He knows you and Spencer are making a go of going steady, knows you see each other outside of work, even knows you're sleeping at one another's places between cases (Here, you forgot your badge last night, Spence). 
It's hard to align his view of you with what he's seeing, is all. You're not spiteful, only stoic. Never cruel, but stern. And there you are on your knees by the cantaloupes tying Spencer's shoelace, mumbling something too quiet to hear. 
"Do you like honeydew?" Spencer asks, thumbing along your forehead gently. 
Derek's proud of him through the boggled haze. He always knew Spencer was a kind, loving man, and seeing him display that through small gestures has a brotherly pride swelling in his chest. 
You tap Spencer's ankle and climb to your feet. You keep some of your usual attitude even with Spencer, refusing his helping hand. "I like it if you like it." 
"That's not an answer." Spencer points to the dropping shelf of watermelon, their green stripes like shining emeralds, freshly misted. "We need one of these." 
"We don't need one. You just liked when I cut them up for us." 
"Yeah, I did. In Egypt they serve sliced watermelon with feta cheese." 
"Yeah?" you ask, reaching for a melon. You turn it around to examine the bottom, looking for a yellowed spot where the watermelon would've laid in the field. "That's a choice. Doesn't sound as nice as our chocolate fondue."  
"The first ever record of watermelons were in Egypt, so they'd know best." 
You smile at him with lips pressed together, your eyes soft with fondness. All the women in Derek's life are beauties, but he thinks love has made you prettier still. He isn't surprised when Spencer reaches out and strokes the back of your hand. 
"Hey, lovebirds," Derek croons. 
Your shoulders don't stiffen, exactly, but you lose the relaxed droop you'd acquired as you and Spencer both turn to face him. 
"Hey," Spencer says, "what are you doing here? I thought this place was too 'hokey-pokey' for you?" 
"Hey, their coupons never work. What are you guys up to? Plans tonight?" 
You withhold the typical None of your business, confessing, "Spencer and I are making breakfast for dinner." 
You have your secrets, but you don't hide Reid. It's why Derek doesn't mind the occasional snap or frosty smile; your coldness is a shield rather than a weapon. 
"And you guys eat watermelon and…" He peers into your shopping cart, miscellaneous items scattered throughout. "Massage oil?" 
You glare at him. "Don't get any ideas. It's for his knee."
Derek smirks. "Breakfast of champions." 
"We only just got here," Spencer explains your empty kart. 
"Yeah, well if what I just saw is the norm, we can expect you'll both be home sometime tomorrow morning. He'll talk your ear off if you let him, you know?" Derek asks you. 
Your glare softens. Derek might even say you're smiling at him. "I'd let him," you say. 
"He's a lucky guy," Derek says. He gives Spencer a clap on the shoulder. "I'll see you kids Monday." 
"See you, Morgan," Spencer says. 
Derek walks away, basket in hand and determined to grab a carton of eggs and get out of here, but he slows when he hears Spencer talking again. 
"Why do you act like you don't like him?"
You're too quiet for the untrained ear. Thankfully, Derek's highly trained. "I don't. Derek knows I like him. I just didn't want there to be any confusion."
"Confusion about what?" 
"About who I want." You say it simply. Derek can imagine the steam funnelling out of poor Spencer's ears. "You can be easily deterred, Spence. I wanted you to know I liked you." 
"I know now. You and Morgan would get along really well if you let him talk to you, you both care about–" 
"You?" you ask. "Let's go look for that weird miniature toast you wanted, or we really will be here all night." 
"It's not miniature toast, it's melba toast, and it's actually a kind of rusk–" His babbling fades out of range. Derek snorts and grabs a small carton of eggs. He knew you liked him. 
Not as much as you like Spencer, that's for sure.
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