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I wanted to ask you what is a strawberry if not a fruit but decided to google it first and as I started typing "what is a straw...", google finished "...berry if not a fruit".

The results are super interesting! I learnt something new today thanks to you!

haha yeah been there done that :'D i now never really know whether to count it or not! but it is fun to learn things!

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#fave

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Tag your favourite flower, fruit, colour, scent, season and tea!

#pansies #does strawberry count as fruit? #if not then apples #blue #grass after rain #summer #lemon

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Piers Nivans, Leon S. Kennedy & Chris Redfield, Piers Nivans & Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy & Jill Valentine Characters: Piers Nivans, Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil), Jill Valentine, Original Characters Additional Tags: Feral Behavior, Kidnapping, Human Experimentation, Mutual Pining, Developing Relationship, Caretaking, Sleeping Together, Cat Ears, will tag as I go, Sharing a Bed, Animal Instincts Summary:

It’s a Thursday when Piers ends up in possession of the cattified version of the new coworker he’s half in love with. Naturally, everything else gets more complicated from there.

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WIP of Jill and her dog being happy bc this woman needs peace

#jill valentine #fanart #ah i love this

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my horoscope this morning said that today i'd succeed in everything i do. i proceeded to have one of those days where you drop everything you touch, have constant back ache, my shoes leak and it's wet slush outside, and i had to eat cold food because my microwave broke down. and now i'm sitting here staring at my unfinished fic without adding a single word to it.

yes feels like a very successful day indeed :'D

#i don't even believe in horoscopes #but this was just #so hilariously wrong :'D #me and my life #and stupidly i'm the most bothered #that i didn't write at all #even the cold food i dealt with better :'D

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I don’t know which author needs to hear this right now but even if you never update your wip i would never regret reading it a time of joy is never wasted

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One Night Stand Prompts

by creativepromptsforwriting | do not repost

Person A is not a kiss and tell kind of person, so their friends start to think that they have been alone for way too long now and set them up with Person B. What the friends don’t know is that they both already know each other – intimately.

It was supposed to be a one night stand. Then it became a second night. A third - and suddenly they realized that they had never left.

Person A normally does not go out to clubs. They normally don't accept drinks from strangers or dance with them. And they normally do not go home with them.

Remembering every last inch on Person B's body is not a weird thing, just because they only hooked up that one time. They had just been very thorough. And now the memories are haunting them. In the best way.

Person A's last one night stand ended with a misunderstanding and a lot of awkwardness. To cheer them up again, their friends set them up with a blind date. They meant well, it’s not their fault that it’s the person they had previously slept with.

Person A's friends are obsessed with setting them up with blind dates, and A knows they mean well, but they are just not interested in dating, so they just ask their last blind date, Person B, to fake date them, so A's friends stop setting them up.

Can you still call it a one night stand if they actually already had one years ago?

Person A had never had a one night stand before, so they don't know what the correct etiquette is. They are currently bringing breakfast to Person B, who is still in bed, because that's the polite thing to do, right?

What is the worst thing that can happen when you have someone in your bed that you just had an amazing night with? Your parents deciding to pay you a visit, who are just so excited to meet your new partner.

Person A and Person B are in a committed relationship and very happy. So happy that they decide adding a third person for just one night won't change anything.

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#prompts #damn i do want #i want something #where they have a ''one night stand'' #and then a year or so later another #rinse and repeat #and it takes them a longass time to realize #it's becoming a habit and #they kinda wanna make more of it

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Shoutout to all the artists on Tumblr who work on something for weeks and only get 4 notes

Shoutout to all the artists on Youtube who do amazing speedpaints and, if they’re lucky, will get 500 views

Shoutout to all underappreciated artists who do amazing work and receive no recognition

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today's pet peeve: people on reddit do not know the difference between the words "mistake" and "accident". someone can make a mistake on fucking purpose it's not always an accident 🙄

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ough thats a lot of prompts woag. i would love to see what you think of with "pinned" or "buried" ? love to see a guy struggling with all his might but hopelessly trapped and in danger >:)

Ooohh absolutely 🤭 (for this prompt list)

Pinned/Buried

Leon can't breathe right. The first thing he's aware of when he swims shakily back to consciousness is how hard it is to suck in a full breath, entire ribcage aching when he tries. He groans, attempting to roll onto his side--only to cry out as his eyes fly open, ragged, excruciating pain shattering the dreamlike haze. It takes him a long time to focus, the slowly-building agony in his thigh making itself known at the same time as his left arm begins to throb, tingling like it's losing circulation. There's daylight pouring in from somewhere above him, autumn sunlight dappling a small sliver in the rock above him in vivid gold. He vaguely remembers that the weather had been nice before he and Piers' team had entered the underground laboratory, all rustling leaves and cool breezes. Speaking of, where is Piers?

It's then that he makes sense of the massive chunks of concrete pinning him in place, a glance downward revealing the spire of twisted rebar that plunges into the outside of his right thigh and keeps him from moving an inch in any direction. The rock it's protruding from is half leaning on Leon's chest and shoulder; not a huge piece of wreckage but still enough to make breathing hurt. His left arm--

Leon swallows down the urge to vomit, taking in the sight of his mangled left arm, hand pointing the wrong way and fingers crumpled like a wad of bloody notepaper, aching all the way from his upper arm to the tips of his nails. He whimpers. That can't be good, can it?

The sudden shriek of what can only be a licker freezes him in place, adrenaline flaring as he automatically tries to shoulder the piece of cement off of his body. It doesn't do much more than drive the metal spike even deeper into his leg, a stifled groan echoing around his small pocket of air. He blinks hazily as the world goes a fraction more out of focus, unable to do anything but stare up at the sky. The clouds are fluffy and white, like lines of sheep bobbing happily across the sky.

It's possible that he's hit his head, too.

The licker shrieks again, closer, Leon's muscles coiling as much as his broken body will allow as the thing peeks it's awful head over the edge of the nearest mound of rubble. It hisses, tasting the air with a long tongue, and Leon hopes against hope that it won't head in his direction. But of course it does, wicked claws scraping over crumbling stone as it creeps slowly down towards him.

Leon can't move a muscle.

#ouchhhh

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#keyboard 100% #phone is so tedious #with a keyboard i be fast