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milligramspoison · 1 month
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BACK TO BACK TOO FALL OUT BOY HATES US
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jamiesfootball · 5 months
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Mondays before a holiday were made for typing fic in the notes app of your phone instead of getting work done. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar
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lover-of-mine · 4 months
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I just found out I can screen record star+ and disney+ with no work around. I mean, it's a lot more convenient to have the 911 episode downloaded but you're telling me I didn't have to struggle before I got the downloads?????? Are you shiting me???
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garfieldsbong · 1 year
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first episode of that 90s show and i already want gwen and leia to get together, im ready to be disappointed
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cin-vhetin-mandoad · 17 days
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Day 12 of obsessively refreshing the sideshow website to see if Tech is shipping yet.
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propalahramota · 3 months
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"We need more evil women in fiction"
You guys can't even accept a morally grey female historical figure without trying to whitewash her into a clueless naive idiot led astray by evil men
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wtfuckevenknows · 7 months
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nonbinarymikaela · 2 years
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why the hell is tongue twister by cash cash not on spotify?????
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norrlands-nonsense · 7 months
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Boyd Holbrook as That Hot Trashy Thief Dude Jeff GONE GIRL (2014)
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user-name-h3re · 3 months
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If Nurf ever does ONE horrible thing or ever so slightly CONSIDERS hurting Preston in the new episodes i'm going to projectile vomit and gouge my eyes out the ENTIRE REASON HE WENT TO CAMP WAS TO BE BETTER WHY IS HE THE ONLY ONE THATS HASN'T GOTTEN BETTER WH-
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kc5rings · 4 months
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I’m gonna start making a list of operators with cool masks they Never Fucking Wear
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skoulsons · 10 months
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im suffering in joel emotions ok listen
I cant get over his nervousness in the birthday flashback. The last birthday he experienced, his own or someone’s else’s, was his. And, in under less than three hours after it technically ended, the apocalypse hit their town and Sarah died
There are no good memories associated with his birthday, but I also think birthdays in general. I believe the idea at all has left a sour taste in his mouth. And especially after twenty years in the apocalypse with no one and no reason to celebrate a birthday, why would he even care?
But then there’s Ellie. His second chance. She turned 15 either on the road depending on how long we think she was 14 for when they met, or she turned 15 not too long into Jackson, before they were comfortably settled.
So her 16th is the “big” one. And despite this man who, to me, had gained a hatred and general disinterest in birthdays or celebrations in general, puts one together for Ellie. He says “Maria. She, uh… she told me about it. Figured It’d be right up your alley” but I really think he outright asked her about the surrounding area and anything regarding dinosaurs and/or space that he could use for her birthday :’)
But he puts a little trip together. A few days—ride out, there, and then ride back. He clears out the whole building to make sure it’s safe. Ellie’s notebook says “Joel said he‘a taking me on a camping trip next week for my birthday. He found something he said I’ll love. He’s acting very proud of himself. Smug old fogey.”
Again, I think he’s become very disinterested in the whole idea of birthdays and celebrating. But then, lo and behold, he and Ellie are now together and they have a safe life in Jackson and he gets to spoil her.
And he does. Clears the building out. Finds an old space launch tape for her Walkman and writes “HAPPY BIRTHDAY. love, Joel” (im telling you right now when I found this out I sobbed for hours im not kidding I SOBBED). He makes it as perfect and special as he possibly can.
But then in the space shuttle. He’s nervous. Just… something about him screams that he’s nervous to me. The little hitched breath after telling her “it’ll be worth it” if she closes her eyes to listen (which?? did he steal her walkman briefly to listen to it to make sure it worked?? maybe that’s a dumb thought). the way he has tears in his eyes like the whole scene? “I do okay?” Because he doubts himself and is scared that, somehow, it wasn’t a good trip. And her “are you fucking kidding me?” Is enough for Joel for an answer because he knows what means in Ellie-speak
but for a man who had his last birthday ruined in unimaginable ways, it was repaired in the way he went all out to make Ellie’s 16th as good and memorable as he possibly could. for her birthday, maybe the first proper one she ever got, to be as special as he could manage. to make it something good for her
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lover-of-mine · 1 year
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Os programas de esportes tudo perguntando "o que o Brasil pode aprender com a vitória da Argentina?" Sabe o que a gente tem que aprender com aquele jogo? QUE VOCÊ TEM QUE COLOCAR O SEU CAMISA 10 PRA BATER PÊNALTI PRIMEIRO CARALHO.
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monocub · 4 months
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day 59 of wondering what would have happened if sabo woke luffy up to say bye before leaving dressrosa
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lunarubra · 1 month
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Cillian Murphy’s Bedtime Routine
By Wendi Aarons and Johanna Gohmann.
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5 p.m.
Call ’round to the pub and dine on a hearty meal of potatoes, bangers, and the knowledge that you are Christopher Nolan’s favorite.
6 p.m.
Return home to stand before the hearth and mournfully play Billie Eilish’s “What Was I Made For?” on the panpipes.
6:10 p.m.
Whisper, “I was made to bring my ethereal talent to the mortal world.”
6:30 p.m.
Try on various peaked caps whilst drinking bathtub gin. Select a cap for the evening’s bath, throwing others back into the peaked-cap room. Add Guinness glitter bath bomb to gin. Soak.
7 p.m.
Slip into a floor-length dressing gown made by Colin Farrell’s nana—because only real men can pull off antique lace.
7:05 p.m.
Carefully polish both magnificently chiselled cheekbones with separate sticks of Kerrygold butter (unsalted).
7:15 p.m.
Exfoliate. Stare into the mirror and solemnly declare, “Now I am become Dewy, destroyer of premature wrinkling.”
7:30 p.m.
Mainline an entire bottle of Visine into left eye in order to maintain its dazzling azure hue. Repeat with right eye.
8 p.m.
Work on rap song by alter-ego Chillian Murf Dawg. After crafting multiple sick rhymes about Barry Keoghan’s junk, summon wee faeries to mop brow with silken kerchief.
8:20 p.m.
Text Paul Mescal a gif of Bradley Cooper looking sad, with caption “LOL.”
8:25 p.m.
Scour the Internet for any entertainment journalist who refers to you as “magically delicious.” Have them swatted.
9 p.m.
Make gentle but furious love to the ghost of Molly Malone.
10 p.m.
Throw open the shutters and shout, “I am the Father of the atomic bomb!” But in Gaelic.
10:01 p.m.
Climb into four-poster canopy bed and watch “CSI: Miami” on phone to drown out the wail of the banshee.
11 p.m.
Drift into the kind of deep, peaceful slumber that only comes when one rests one’s head in the thirty-two counties.
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Article can be found here.
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