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petitesmafia · 26 days
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Chuuya wanting to put this whole Fyodor thing behind them is sooo funny like he's genuinely so over it 😭
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every chapter since Chuuya's just been like "is he dead? he's dead. he's sooo dead" likeee he's so funny fr 😭 watch how in the next chapter he's just gonna be like. pause. he's NOT FUCKING DEAD??
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cairamelcoffee · 6 months
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He tried his best to cheer the innocent baby when he knows himself the catastrophe they’re facing. Ya Allah, please protect the people of Gaza. You know what is best for them. Grant us the imaan, patience and bravery You gifted them
via @/writer_liltash on twitter
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egophiliac · 2 months
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GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, THE NEXT BOOK 7 UPDATE FOR THE JP SERVER IS SET FOR MARCH 1ST.
HOW WE FEELIN LADS!?!?!
AHHHHHHHH NOOO I'M NOT READY, I thought we'd be getting the fourth anniversary first and then Sebek's birthday and then maybe some more episode 7, I didn't -- I didn't think it'd be Friday --
oh god and they're rerunning the story cards, they didn't say this was the final part but it feels like...maybe the penultimate chapter? could the end of episode 7 finally be looming in the distance?! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO
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citrusclowncircus · 4 months
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little creachur called ottercon
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nighternex · 3 months
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Something lurks in the dark...
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This was originally just supposed to be lethal company art until my funky little brain told me the bracken would look pretty if it had leaves/ferns on its head.
Then mid-way through sketching another bit of my brain whispered that it looked kinda like Sun from fnaf don't he?
Well one thing spiraled into another and now the hoarder bug is a mini-music man and the bracken is the daycare attendant. 👍
Good night everyone.
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andy-clutterbuck · 17 days
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The Ones Who Live: Behind the Scenes
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tempestaurora · 1 year
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giving sherlock holmes a little sister is the best thing to happen to his character in the last century
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reenaki · 6 months
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Something something.....
..infatuation....
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greencarnation · 6 months
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I went to an Ilan Pappé talk yesterdays - I really recommend his books if you've not checked them out already. He's arguably one of the worlds leading experts on Zionism and the "Israel"-Palestine conflict, so obviously everything he said was great, but what I want to highlight:
Someone asked him if he thought the protests and petitions and calling you reps and shit would work, and he said no, it never will. It's still important to do that but the powerful will never surrender their power to the powerless just because they ask for it. Asking the UK and the US to cut ties with their imperial outpost in the Middle East is like asking an animal to gnaw off it's own limb - it won't do it unless its only other choice is dying completely.
So who does have the power to put a stop to this, we asked. The working class of the imperial core. That's us, and we are the most powerful people in the world right now, because this war machine can't function without us. Movements like this can only be built from the ground up, so stop looking to the government and start looking to your community. We need to make it more unprofitable to support Israel than it is to cut ties with it.
This is a call to action. The people HAVE the power, and we have to use it. Yes, that's you. Contact your trade union, your workplace, your school, your church, your university. Your friends, family, any connections you have. As many people on board as possible, with one goal: shut it down. Take direct action now.
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Nygmobblepot Text Meme
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prismatic-starstuff · 7 months
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Again?!
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khaotunqs · 6 months
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#LetHimSing!
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kroovv · 9 days
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Just a periodical reminder that i do not allow people to use my OCs as their own character/ as their character face claims. Even in your private games, please don’t :’) thanks
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princeyam · 8 months
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champions of my heart
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saetoshi · 1 year
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itoshi sae hates laundry day ever since your dryer broke.
(he broke it. neither of you know what he did, but he broke it and he hasn’t bought a new one since.)
he especially hates when it rains. it means he’s stuck with a pile of wet clothes and no place to dry them in.
it also means he’s stuck sitting in front of the doors to your balcony, glaring at the sky when he realizes the rain isn’t going to let up soon.
he hears the front door open, signaling your arrival. he makes no move to look at you, but he greets you back when you call out to him.
“it’s raining.”
“i know,” he sighs in annoyance.
“do we have a bucket?”
“i think so,” he gets up from his spot on the floor with a groan, “why?”
he turns his head in your direction, eyes widening in panic when he sees you standing by the door, soaking wet.
you point at the clothes clinging to your body, “it’s raining hard.”
“i know,” he rushes to you, “why’re you drenched?”
“i could’ve sworn i packed your umbrella,” he clicks his tongue, lifting up your arms to get you out of your shirt.
you kick your pants off, “it broke.”
he picks up your clothes, dragging you to the bathroom. he tosses your clothes in the sink, gently pushing you into the shower.
he takes his phone out to check the weather, slightly frowning when he realizes it won’t let up for at least another hour.
he relaxes when he hears the shower head running. “i made food.”
the corners of his lips quirk up when you groan in disgust.
“couldn’t you have ordered delivery or something?” he can hear the distress on your voice.
“it would’ve taken too long to arrive,” he bites back his smile, “plus, i was starving.”
you whine. he laughs, “eating my food once won’t kill you.”
“last time you cooked,” the shower head turns off, “we had to rush to the hospital because you gave me food poisoning.”
you stick your arm out of the shower door.
“first off,” he hands you a towel. “you were already sick.”
“and,” he grins when you step out of the shower, towel snug around your shivering frame, “if my food had, in fact, poisoned you as you say, then why was i completely fine?”
you glare, averting your gaze from his, a soft huff slipping past your lips. “you tell me.”
you perk up, turning your head towards the sink. “why are my clothes in the sink?”
“the washer’s full with our laundry.”
you turn to look at him, blinking curiously. “why didn’t you throw them in there, then?”
“the clothes in the washer are already clean.”
“oh.” you sway on your feet, “you haven’t dried them?”
sae shakes his head, a dry smile on his lips, “it’s raining really hard.”
and amused hum leaves your lips, “you really need to buy a new dryer.”
“i know,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “i’ll do it tomorrow.”
there’s a beat of silence.
“sae.”
he looks at you.
you point at the sink, “those were the only clean clothes i had left.”
he blinks. you blink back, a sheepish smile on your lips. he sighs before taking off his shirt and offering it to you.
“that’s the only clean shirt you have left too, isn’t it?” you tentatively reach out to grab it, motioning for him to turn around.
“how’d you know?”
you slip the shirt over your head, smiling at his curious tone, “it’s the only big shirt you have.”
“you also said you’d be caught dead before wearing it out in public,” you laugh in amusement.
(he did say that. the very first day you saw him in it, actually. it’s officially become his ‘i’ve got nothing else left to wear’ shirt.)
“whatever,” his ears flush, “can i turn around now?”
you hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek when he does. he kisses your forehead in return.
“c’mon.” sae tugs you out of the bathroom.
“where are we going?”
“kitchen.” he turns to look at you, a mischievous smile on his face, “you haven’t eaten yet.”
a horrified expression paints your face. he laughs at you. you try to wriggle out of his grasp, “i’m not hungry!”
“oh, please,” he rolls his eyes, “you’ll be fine.”
“itoshi sae,” you cry, “if i die i’m leaving everything i own to your little brother!”
“you don’t even know him.”
you sulk, “he still deserves it more than you!”
he scoffs, “it’s not like i’m the one doing your laundry or anything.”
“you broke my dryer.”
“i’ll buy you a new one.” he glances out the window. it’s not raining as hard. (he hopes it stops soon.)
“it better be a good one.”
he looks back at you, a smile tugs at his lips to return the one on your face. you both fall silent, the soft pitter patter of the rain against your windows being the only sound in the apartment.
you stay like that for a bit, the sound of rain soothing both of you. until you hear a thunderclap. sae’s eyes widen at the same time yours do. you stare at each other for a few seconds.
your lips form into a fine line, “we should order a dryer.”
“yeah,” he sounds breathless.
“we should do it now.”
“yeah.” he dumbly nods his head. “we should.”
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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month
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