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determined-ghostworm · 8 months
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:Smoothie:
After this Tim will decide that he has been awake for far too long and promptly go to bed. Only to realize that the spooky white-haired child was not a sleep deprivation hallucination when he awoke to said white-haired child staring down with teeth a bit too sharp and eyes a bit to green to be human.
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Tim: Wakes up
Danny: Rawr
Jason: That’s adorable, now stab him and you’ll be perfect.
Danny: Boops Tim on the nose… stab •-•
Jason: Beautiful
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cat-brrr · 2 months
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:3
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Neil, on the bus back to Palmetto after the Ravens game: So you know how I promised not to lie to you guys anymore? Uh... Last night I was taken in front of Ichirou and watched him blow Riko's brains out. Also Tetsuji is stepping down as coach. That's really going to affect their next season. We'll have to train to beat the Trojans in the final next year
Everyone else: .... Neil
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mad-scientist-council · 5 months
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I think they should put less safety warnings on chemicals. There would be more Batman villains that way.
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verylazyanimal · 24 days
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Just saw someone said in the tags of my Buddie gifset that they don't know the show but they thought it was a high production value porn 😆😁🫡
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catiuskaa · 9 months
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Quick Question: What the Hell?
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GIF by quokki
@starlostseungmin and @gimmeurtmi hear me out, you people with good taste:
mafia!seungmin, bc yes, min supremacy.
(warnings just in case) 🌻we know seungminnie wouldn't hurt a fly, this is a fanfic, FANATIC FICTION ME LOVE, everything went out of my mind and pinterest ideas, just that <3 🌻this is made entirely because I could, which I warn you- it may not work. 🌻will contain shitposting, drama, angst, pinterest and tumblr prompts and a whole bag of sarcasm. 🌻as a cherry on top, mature content too, swearing is a must cause well its mafia not my little pony but just a reminder, i warned u already. 🌻i am confident in my english, however, its not my first language so it may contain some mistakes- sorry in advance.
this was laying under some works of mine, so I retouched it a bit... should I keep it going? I mean there are like five more chapters finished, but the story isn't. I'll leave the first one here, pls enjoy it!
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"Congratulations, Detective Dumbass. You were so desperately interested in what I was doing, weren't you? Now you know. What are you gonna do about it?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Ok, emo dog, isn't there anyone else in your 'I can show up bleeding' list or was I, the late night shift Subway stranger, your only option?"
"I already went to my other option. They gave me this," he groaned, gesturing to one of the biggest wounds.
Wait. Stop.
Just let me pause real quick for a second. Let's back up, and start somewhere before that.
Remember that meme? "Yup. That's me. You're probably wondering how I ended up in this situation..." That's the only thing that comes up to my mind whenever I try to explain what happened that Monday night or dare I say Tuesday morning, at 1:51 a.m.
What was I doing? Well, absolutely nothing, because no one, absolutely no one shows up at a Subway at that time, not on a bloody Tuesday. My shift finished at 3 am, the last of the day, so you know, I wouldn't try to summon demons into the shop, and I was just there to get paid a minimum wage. Not like I wanted to get Hell involved.
It had rained outside, the wet street and the puddles that the rain had formed were still there. I thought it would last all night, but it stopped suddenly as if someone had turned off the hose. I had music playing, but no headphones in case someone called or entered. I allowed myself to be a bit carefree, but I was still at work.
And then, it happened. For the first time in what seemed like forever, someone showed up and made the automatic doors open. It was a pale, young man. He was wearing an oversized black hoodie and black jeans. He walked towards me, and for a second the thought occurred that I was going to be robbed. He settled one hand on the counter that stood between us, leaving the other by his stomach, making me notice that he was sort of bending down a bit, but before I could say anything, his face lifted, his gaze met mine and I froze.
Those dark brown eyes stared at me deadly. I shivered. It felt like if I started thinking too hard, he would be able to read whatever crossed my mind.
"Is he here?" He asked with a soft and tender tone, yet not a soothing one, rather than what you would expect for someone with such delicate facial features. Still intimidated, I simply shook my head sideways. I knew I was alone inside the building, but, is who here? Would it be possible that he was looking for Jisung? He had given no signs of life since he stopped coming to work, and that was almost a week ago. Every time I tried to contact him, to make sure he was OK at least, the automatic voice message simply replied that the number dialled didn't exist anymore.
After my silent reply, his gaze lowered and I heard him scoff.
"That's great," he whispered, in what I perceived, full of sarcasm. With that reply, my body trembled. Fuck. He now knows that there's no one else in here.
shitshitshitshit.
But before I could think of anything else to say, he slowly walked away and left.
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What in the fucknuckles had just happened? Well, I'll be damned, because I for sure didn't know.
I looked outside. A not-so-heavy rain had started again, the one with those tiny drops that were barely noticeable. Suddenly, a loud crash made me jump in my place. It had come from behind the store. I snapped out of whatever daydreaming I was in, noticing red marks, more like stripes on the floor. Like ropes. Red ropes. What was that doing there? It was sort of like a path that pointed outside. 
Ah, c'mon man, you gotta be kidding me.
The loud crash was repeated, only weaker this time. I questioned my life-long decisions and wondered if I was being a wimp by having the urge to pretend that I heard nothing. I thought to myself, it couldn't be that bad, right?
I left the register and walked to the backdoor, and slowly peeked outside. A scenario welcomed me, and I had never —not even in my wildest dreams, and trust me, I had a vivid imagination—conceived of seeing... whatever that was, with my own eyes.
Describing it as bloody would be accurate. It was the same guy from minutes ago, except he looked even paler, and his black hoodie was nowhere to be seen. Instead, what looked like a once-white t-shirt covered his torso, but it was full of blood and cuts. His arm was laying on what looked like the worst part of the scene, making me unable to see it, and I didn't know if I should've been thankful for it.
He had sat on the ground by laying on the wall and slowly slipping off. His head was tilted, resting on a dumpster... could that have been the source of the noise?
The need to scream 'NEVERMIND' and get the shit fuck out of whatever that was kept getting bigger and the one to be a hero was getting emptier. But sadly for everyone, it was not empty yet.
And just maybe, I wanted to see those dark brown eyes again...
Screw everything.
I cleaned the "red ropes" that turned out to be the bloodstains of this idiot that shows up bleeding to death on a Subway at 2 am, turned off the lights and closed an hour early. I exited through the backdoor and he was still there, which was good because I could help him, but at the same time bad because I felt he'd be the type to reject aid in any way. If he hadn't run away, he just couldn't. And that was bad. Really bad.
I got down on my knees, put on the plastic gloves I had kindly borrowed from the store, along with a first aid kit that was compulsory to have in there and shook him once. Twice. Thrice. He wouldn't wake up.
For a moment, I froze again. That's what I thought, I knew this guy. He had shown up several times asking for the missing soul that Jisung had turned to, with some blond boy with a deep voice and a strong accent. But never alone, never late at night, and most importantly, never bleeding.
"Hey," I murmured. I repeated myself, each time louder, but still gently. Suddenly I heard him groan, and I couldn't help but smile calmly for a second.
"What...?" His soft tone almost weakened me, but I knew deep down that he could pass out again any minute, and maybe I wouldn't be able to wake him up again.
"It's OK. I'll take care of this, my guy. You are a lucky bastard 'cause I know what I'm doing, but I need to take you elsewhere. I can't patch you up in this place. Can you stand up?"
He weakly moved his arm from above his torso and I saw the worst part of it. Let me tell you, those were some large cuts. Still, I refrained from expressing anything, no disgust nor pity. I knew that Brown Eyes was in a whole lot of pain and trouble, but he most likely knew that too.
"Whaddya think, can I?" He showed a weak yet sarcastic smile.
Son of a bitch. "That's my question here, smiley face. You either do so or you die due to blood loss in an alley behind a Subway." I smiled back.
He frowned and tried to get up, but failed and if I hadn't caught his arm mid-way and passed it over my shoulders for support, he would've fallen to the ground again. I took off the cloth I was wearing as a hairband and made him keep pressure on the biggest wound.
"It's only a couple of blocks away, on the street in front of us. Will you make it?" I asked, trying not to sound too worried. He simply started walking. I just hoped no one would see us.
I helped him walk till we arrived at the number four, with its red old hideous door, and I supported his weight as he slowly lay on the wall as I opened the door. As we walked he kept mumbling, saying nonsense, talking about some 'district nine' but when we entered the building he shut up, and I swear I heard a silent cry when he saw no elevator.
"Second floor. You got this."
The fact that he didn't answer, not even with a rude comment made me worry a bit more. We did the same thing at my apartment's door and I made him wait just a bit more, running inside and taking the oldest towels I could find and I made him lay down on the now covered couch.
Okay, it's just an almost-dead guy cut like sliced cheese on your sofa. You're a med student, and you work night shifts. You've dealt with worse.
As soon as he settled down, I saw a relaxed yet bothered expression on his face, and I felt a bit bad because of it, but I couldn't let him sleep, not yet.
"Stay awake, please. I need you awake, uh..."
"Kim... call me Kim," he said, almost in a whisper.
"This is going to hurt, Kim," I said in almost a sing-song voice. I was surprised to hear him sort of giggling.
"Not more than this already." His eyes were like tunnels, looking sunken, lost, looking as if someone had turned the lights off.
"Sorry beforehand..." I opened the first aid kit and sat on a stool that I took from the kitchen.
Gloves still on my hands, I took my now ruined and bloodstained cloth and nonchalantly ripped open what was left of his shirt, to see all the cuts. I counted five. The bleeding had already stopped, but I had to clean each wound on his torso and forearms so they wouldn't get infected. I took out sterile wipes and cleaned the three wounds that were on his torso. Fortunately for both of us, the cuts weren't deep enough, so no stitches were needed. I noticed every time he flinched, and for some reason, it pained me each time. I shook my head, trying to get whatever emotions out of the situation as I dashed to the kitchen and took a damp cloth and used it due to the lack of antiseptic I could use to clean the blood off his body. I then took clean gauze and wiped the wounds dry, and used a big sterile dressing to cover each.
"Hey, Kim. Kim, lean on me."
He shook his head slightly, looking confused.
"F-For what?"
For some reason, the question annoyed me.
"Support, dipshit. I need you to sit still now, so I can treat your forearms and finish up."
What else would I ask this shit for?
After I finished, the so-called Kim lay down and fell asleep almost instantly. I took a blanket from my room and quietly sat on the armchair in front of where he was.
The guy sleeping on my couch had five cuts and bruised knuckles.
I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
Next time, I'm packing up my crayons and leaving.
~Kats, who literally found this out of luck right after remembering that she writes a whole lot of shit to forget about it lol
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p5x-theories · 2 months
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"Jitianzhudai"'s portraits from the third beta! Jitianzhudai’s 3D model follows the naming convention used for Phantom Thieves (both story and Phantom Idol), so it seems like she's also going to be a future teammate... despite her file name sounding more like a Chinese name than a codename, which is usually how NPC files are named.
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fwern · 3 months
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I forget so often Tubbo watched the animated barbie movies as a kid and whenever he references it I get whiplash
animated barbie movies stay ON TOP!!!!!!!
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tinnchan · 1 year
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To Sir, With love (2022) - Ep. 11
The Kiss
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nerevar-quote-and-star · 11 months
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Last Dragonborn: Will you please just apologize?
Miraak: Sure, but I will warn you, this will make me a better person, and that’s not the Miraak you fell in love with.
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helion-ism · 5 months
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I’m afraid that with the more time sjm takes with the next acotar book and the more time we, the fans, have to think about the plot, our fav characters, and what we want to happen, the more drama the next release will bring with it because expectations will be very difficult to fulfill. does that make sense?
I also feel like (just personally, I’m not sure at all) that acotar is her most popular series so that doesn’t make it easier 😬
I mean I don’t really care and as long as sjm doesn’t give a fuck either I guess it’ll be fine, but I know this will not make fandom drama easier lol
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what if 911 gave us a helicopter crash as a treat 🥰😇
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sv-live · 7 months
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I just thought... Would anyone be interested in my headcanons for DirkJake pairing? Things, thoughts, dynamics and stuff. With sketch illustrations
My english is still not so good, but i can try. And try to find some time for this yes
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youryanderedaddy · 2 months
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So I may have watched Hazbin Hotel recently... and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Everyone seems so hyped and I feel like it was hella camp?? But maybe that's the idea??
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daphne-minor · 29 days
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Blue undies
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Ok y'all can I get a character/thing from a fandom and a song of your choice to make an edit out of👍
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