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hellsite-detective · 3 months

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hi! i have been looking for the tea post for ab two weeks now and i saw you found one version of it (love that others are on the same wavelength lol) but can i bother you to find the version that ends with "behold, concerned brit!" i believe after talking about chocolate milk? at some point there's a gif of george washington driving badly and i believe there's also a mcdonald's ad for a gallon of sweet tea in there as well

to find this one, my immediate thought was to head over to my file of the tea post and look through the reblogs for this variation on the post. but, that search was provin' fruitless. so, instead, i went to the Search Bar and asked my ol' pal Google for "tumblr behold, concerned brit!" and got the link i was lookin' for. thing was, this wasn't a variation on the tea post. this was a unique post all together! either way, i filed it away with the others.

here you are! not the tea post this time, but a drink related post case nonetheless! have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

#i love chocolate milk #i should have some chocolate milk #ask #hellsite detective #post case closed

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dohkidohki · 1 year

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#i love chocolate milk #love is love #gay pride #art

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nickwildelvr · 4 months

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Me when I dog 2 jugs of chocolate milk when I’m lactose intolerant

#I love chocolate milk #chocolate milk is so GOOD OH MY GOD #No more fair life guys I’m living the HIGH LIFE 🔥🔥🔥

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tears-of-crayons · 10 months

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chocolate milk is the owner of my heart

#i love chocolate milk #thanks goodnight

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lassieposting · 1 year

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I just got a packet of these little white chocolate snowmen with marshmallows in them that you melt into milk to make white hot chocolate and I did it and the top layer absolutely solidified and I poked it and now I have a mug of delicious white hot chocolate lava on my hands. It is safe to say I am not feeling the dread at this time

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh chocolate milk

#i love chocolate milk #both hot and cold #backyard anon

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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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Hiiii! Thanks for writing for tcoal! If you have time can I get a yandere Andrew x reader? Thanks :)

Sure thing~ Once again, it seems highly unlikely that Ashley would let this obsession slide, so for the sake of the story, she's been bliped. Happy (late) Halloween! <3

Yandere! Andrew GravesxReader

TW: Yandere themes, possession, obsession, murder, implied kidnapping, intimidation, stalking, Andrew has a foul mouth (Y/N too), not proofread

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Andrew Graves has a mask.

It's a very well crafted mask that's used to blend in with his peers, his friends, his girlfriends, his parents, and even himself.

It covers the dark parts of Andrew that even himself is too terrified to look at.

For if you look into the abyss, it looks back at you.

But when he met you, swinging back and forth at the playground swing, he could've sworn he heard something crack.

You were beautiful.

As he watched you, with the breeze blowing at your cute overalls and baggy shirt, god, so pretty.

Your smile could open the gates of the heavens. Your laugh could make rainbows last, your tears would be prettier than diamonds, and you in his cage would bring him closer to your hell.

He couldn't help but imagine you as some sort of art. Something valuable that wasn't ever to be touched by another person. Only seen by him, just him.

His mask cracked the more he looked at you.

That day started a life-long obsession.

He would venture to that park a few more times after that, until eventually introducing himself to you. Naive you, who believed him to be a kind and stoic person.

You weren't wrong, but it was your fault for thinking that's all it was.

Even if Andrew never admitted it to himself, the thought of you being his and ONLY his made his heart flutter.

How when you breathed, when you walked, when you spoke, when you laughed, it would all belong to him.

Those thoughts kept him awake at night, even if a light blush would always dust his cheeks.

As time went on, he learned that his dakmfk thoughts that he pushed to the back of his mind would only resurface when a man talked to you. Even a father-figure was enough to put him in a foul mood.

Andrew didn't say anything, but hearing his name come out of your mouth made his blood boil.

"Andy? Are you okay? You've been glaring at the ground even since we walked past Mr. Mancho."

"Why do you even like him? He's so...weird," Mr. Mancho was an innocent looking math teacher, one that always smiled at the students. And yet, Andrew hated the fact he smiled at Y/N...he didn't like that very much.

"Weird? He's been pretty nice to me...," You scratched your chin in deep thought, "do you not like Mr. Mancho?"

Andrew looked up at your doe eyes and heard something crack again,

"...he keeps looking at my things."

Andrew justified his growing hatred.

Even as you shrugged away his weird moods whenever you talked to cousins, friends, and teachers, Andrew never lacked as your friend.

Through every obstacle, he'd be there to help you jump over them. Although he'd complain about jumping in the first place, he'd never leave you.

He'd care about your issues, he'd care for your wounds, and he'd listen to your problems.

Especially when you were bullied.

The keyword here is 'were'.

While in school, a boy had groped you. When confronting him about what happened, his friend group laughed at you, claiming that you were just making shit up for attention.

This had made you cry when you got home.

Something that Andrew instantly knew about...somehow.

"Jesus Y/N, what happened?"

"S- Some boy touched me, and- h-he then said I was just making it up for attention! My friends all believed him a-and I," you broke down in sobs as your day was retold to your best friend.

As you continued to share your day with Andrew, he remained completely silent.

Several times throughout the call, you'd check if he was even still on. Still, when you called out for him, he'd answer with praise for trying to stand up for yourself, no matter what they had said to you.

You didn't know it then, but Andrew was squeezing his pack of cigarettes so hard that by the time he had gotten off the phone with you, they were all broken.

The next week, when you came to school, authorities were there questioning all the students. When they came to you, it was explained that the boy who groped you was killed and stuffed into his parent's basement freezer. Along with his friends, who all mysterious died in the forest, with some sort of satanic pentagon painted beneath their bodies.

You told the police you knew nothing, and all your friends who had doubted you came to you in an instant with apologies.

When you had told Andrew everything that happened he had only said,

"How strange."

As the years went on and you grew older, your friendship with Andrew always stayed strong.

Andrew would never say it, but when he kissed your cheek or patted your head, he was screaming,'I love you.'

But his dark thoughts, the ones he kept far back in his mind, would only double.

"Andy! Guess what happened today?"

"Hah?" Andrew turned his head from his spot on the couch.

"This cute boy at my job said he would love to take me out to dinner sometime!" You smiled brightly at the sly possibility that your bad streak with love would finally be over.

Every guy that ever walked into your life promptly bolted for the door the moment you opened it.

Andrew always told you that those guys just didn't appreciate you enough and that someone who bolted just like that was a quitter. Ashley?

But even then, you never gave up. Despite the long list of guys who ghosted you randomly.

"Oh...you said no, right? "

"What?" You walked over to Andrew from the door of the apartment. "Why would I say no...?"

Andrew looked at you with a dark shadow over his face, "Y/N, there are millions of creeps and perverts that are going to ask you out. They're only leering at you for your body."

You frowned at this notion,

"When you go to your next shift, tell him you don't want to anymore." Andrew thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Andrew looked at your confused eyes.

"Just realized I have to get up early tomorrow to take out the trash."

When you went back to work the next day, he had quit just as suddenly.

Sad and upset over the millionth guy that ghosted and dumped you, you'd sulk to Andrew. Who would always make you warm cup of tea.

"Dumbass, you just keep picking quitters. It's not because of you."

"But Andy, I haven't had a boyfriend in years! At this point I'll die alone, probably with you right there to bury me with my hundreds of cats."

Andrew laughed at that and reached his arm around your shoulder.

"Just wait a little longer Y/N, I'm sure there's some jackass out there waiting for you."

"Yeah, right." You smiled at Andrew, "You're the only jackass I know, though. "

You leaned your head on Andrew's shoulder and began to fall to sleep rather quickly.

"The only...jackass...in my life... Andy, I'm sleepy."

Andrew took a sip of his tea and placed the cup far away from your drink.

"Rest Y/N. When you wake up, you'll have me right there besides you."

"Andy?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, you're my best friend."

Andrew patted your hair as you drifted off to a drug-induced slumber.

"Yes, I'm your best friend," Andrew stared off to the distance as he thought about it.

"Soon, your only friend," He nodded at that statement, "Yes, the only friend you'll ever need."

His mask, although long forgotten, had finally cracked open.

You were his. Like a forbidden piece of art, it belonged to him. He was your painter, and as the painter, he declared you to be covered up. Only his retinas were allowed to peer at you.

It's your fault he went through all this effort to keep you safe. He's obligated as the painter to keep his art safe from dirty influences.

He's mildly disappointed in you whenever you speak to another man, but it's okay. It's his job after all to stalk the said man and hack his tongue off for even going to speak to you.

No matter how many guys he has to threaten, no matter how many people he's had to hack at, no matter how many people he's had to kidnap, it wasn't his fault.

It's yours.

All the blame is on his sweet, naive, poor, Y/N.

Still as innocent the day he found you at the playground.

"Still mine..." He mumbled as he stared at your sleeping face.

"Only mine."

Thanks for the ask!<3

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washiinmachiine · 1 year

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SHE ATE THIS UP...

#I LOVE HER SM #shiver also looks good but frye freakign DESTORYED #the main drawing of this looks weird but i dont care #also nintendo should really post their splatfest art earlier #because i finished a whole other drawing with completely different outfits and then they out do me like this #frye splatoon #splatoon frye #frye #splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatoon fanart #splatfest #the important tags come after my speaking for once #im so so normal about frye splatoon #i was originally gonna post my finished splatfest art this morning and then i didnt lol #tmr it is #dark chocolate vs milk chocolate vs white chocolate

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notbecauseofvictories · 4 months

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everyone admire the fact that I made so, so many cookies, I had to come up with a cookie guide to include in the box

#my entire apartment is covered in cookies right now #I am running out of horizontal surfaces for all of them.#unfortunately I had to scratch the vegan chocolate chip; they were terrible #I think I added too much milk :|#tw food #no love sincerer than the love of food

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cambriancutie · 1 year

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she's so

#my art #frye splatoon #splatoon #splatoon 3 #dark chocolate vs milk chocolate vs white chocolate #FRYE I LOVE YOU BUT I GOTTA REP MY MAN BIG MAN

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minimiffy · 9 months

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#miffy #i love miffy #miffy and friends #boris bear #snuffy the dog #cutecore #chocolate milk #milk #sweet #cute stuff #miffy merch #lovely

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fanyyy444 · 1 month

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thisthat-ortheother · 1 month

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gotticalavera · 3 months

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High School! Zukaang - Valentine's Day

Zuko decided to give him chocolates for the day, he's just coming to terms with his feelings for him, but... Aang's locker is full of candy and gifts.

Every time he gets a chance to give him the chocolates, someone interrupts them with a bigger and flashier gift for Aang. This makes him more and more upset.

At the end of the day, he hasn't given him the chocolates and Aang has bags full of gifts. Zuko no longer wants to give Aang the chocolates because he accidentally ruined them because he was upset.

When Zuko wants to go on his way, Aang stops him and hands him some homemade chocolates, he too has wanted to deliver him chocolates all this time. Surprised and excited, he also hands the chocolates to Aang and he eats them, realizing that they are the first chocolates Aang has eaten even though he has many.

After that, both of them promise what gift they will give to the other on the White Day.