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I'm in so much pain rn omg
#fuuuuuuckin ow#why did working in construction hurt less than working as a delivery driver#bc i was in better shape probably#oooooow
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among sebastian vettel's many f1 achievements: making charles leclerc lose his mind in ferrari challenges and traumatizing him forever
#idk why i never posted this i just found it#it was probably meant to be a longer vid but honestly it's funny like this too#oooooow seb. seb!#charles leclerc#sebastian vettel
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Oh, DADDY WOLFY BOY
My old art. One day, when I saw this photo, I immediately thought of April in a black dress on a date with Donnie💋💕
Donnie is like: “I have to refrain from howling "Owww!"„😳🐺
What do you think of my idea April in Red Hot Riding Hood style?😁😉
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#tmnt bayverse#tmnt 2014#tmnt 2016#inspired writer#tmnt apriltello#donapril#oh#oh wolfy#💋💕#night date#warner bros#tex avery#black suit#she's gorgeous#oooooow!😍🐺#he is a predatory turtle#love in the evening#love in the air
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Dom's cap left the chat
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there is a fox fucking screaming outside my house rn
#theres also a peaceful great horned that i can easily fall alseep to and then a fucking scream interupting it#hoo hoo hoo 💕💕💕 hoo hoo 💕 👹OOOOOOW👹#thats what i hear rn
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Which tragic character from ancient Greek Literature are you?
Your Result:
medea
you are medea from from the argonautica by apollonius and medea by euripides. you are ambitious, ruthless, and unforgiving in getting what you want, and unapologetic in your self-preservation. the truth is, you have let your romantic ideals get the better of you before, and time and time again you have had to relearn how to build up those walls and thorns that guard it. the only person who can protect you is yourself, and you have learned that the hard way. sometimes stoking that fire of hate and anger in your heart hurts more than whatever you're fighting against
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@aalberich asked ❝ how long until you believe that you can trust me ? ❞ for Diluc (ouch)
╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Assorted Sentence Prompts || Status: Accepting
His eyes darted up from what the table he had been busy cleaning. It was a personal choice not to scoff or roll his eyes, and in it’s place kept his face willfully neutral.
Most of the crowds had cleared out for the night and the few that were left besides him and Kaeya were either far to busy being in a stupor to care or willfully ignored their conversation as they finished up their last drinks of the night at the tavern before they got thrown out.
It was then he dropped the rag on the table as he pressed his palms down on the wood. His voice intentionally cutting he said, “the time I thought I could trust you to be other than a nuisance is long gone. And we are about to close for the night, though I know I shouldn’t be reminding you of either.”
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Miss Formica Dinette literally has the most amazing singing voice on the planet and tragically only me and Arin, an aging hippie in Colorado, and some guy in Germany know this.
#thats an exaggeration but only Very slightly#the band she was in is SO Obscure like you cant find any of their music online#there's like two youtube videos of the band at a festival in the 90s that are like 120p#a blog review of the album on a defunct site#a single scan of a poster from a gig they played#and like. a handful of copies of the CD you can get on discogs#it had to be a pretty limited album since it was a side project of a garage act from decades ago#and luckily theres liek 3 copies of the CD in our family#like i sould liek a hipster or like i'm exaggerating#but this is legitimately that obscure#if anyone knows what i'm talking about PLEASE dm me and i will marry you immediately#ONE THING BEFORE I GOOOOOOOOOO#BRIIING ME A THIRTY-TWO#TO PAY THE DEBTS I OOOOOOWE PLEASE BEAR IT AWAYYYYYYYYY#arinposting#personal post
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Idiots to Lovers (aka The Honeymoon)
WC: 684, for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 8
Rating: T
CW: Mild violence and h/c, fluff, 80s insults.
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All Eddie did was step into Scoops Ahoy. Or, rather, stoop into it.
The store had closed—the shutter was halfway down—and Steve-douchebag-jock-of-the-decade-Harrington sprung from nowhere. He grabbed Eddie by the front of a ‘Plastic Zombie’ t-shirt he totally didn’t want ruined and slammed him against the wall.
“She’s not interested, freak!” Harrington shook Eddie so hard his teeth rattled. “Stay the hell away from her!”
“What the heck, man?” Eddie squeaked, while shock mushroomed into vengeful fury.
“Don’t play dumb, numb-nuts.” Harrington got right in Eddie’s face. And Eddie rammed his knee toward Harrington’s groin, striking to the right of the ‘kill zone.’ Hah, who’s numb-nuts now?
Harrington dropped Eddie, staggered back, cheeks colouring—even as Eddie, who was REALLY FREAKIN’ MAD now, sucker-punched Harrington with a fist to the left eye.
“Oooooow! Jeeesus!” Eddie shook his sore knuckles, blowing on them between his snarls. Harrington was on his knees, apparently stunned.
That’s when Robin emerged from the back of the store. “Steve! Oh my God, Steve!” Robin rushed over, crouched beside Harrington. “Oh my freakin’ God! What the Hell have you two shit-birds done?”
“M’okay,” mumbled Steve. He flapped a hand at Eddie. “The freak attacked me.”
She lifted his chin tenderly and scrutinised him hard. Nearly as hard as she glared at Eddie, who felt shaken as Harrington seemed. “You hit him? You bitch! He’s had a concussion, you know? God, Eddie! How could you?”
“Braindead sailor-boy attacked ME!”
“Don’t call him braindead,” snarled Robin, bordering on savage. Eddie’s hands flailed wildly in a mingling of defence and surrender.
“I’m okay,” repeated Steve, skittering his fingers distractedly across his brow. “Really confused—figured he was crazy stalker guy, who you wanted shot of.”
“Er, no. I took care of that myself.” Robin glanced between Eddie and Steve, who had resumed their combat with glares—easier for Eddie than Steve, whose eyelid already looked slightly red and puffy. “Steve, Eddie is the guy I thought you could, uh, explore your bi-curious side with.”
“WHUT?” Eddie and Steve yelled in unison.
“No way!” said Eddie. “You didn’t tell me it was HIM! Game over, sister.”
“I wouldn’t be seen dead in the same state as that freakshow,” mumbled Steve.
Robin huffed at them both then stomped off to get Steve some ice.
***
One week later
Eddie sprawled on the bed with his new boyfriend. They explored each other’s mouths with lush kisses, to the ever-changing tempos of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.
“See?” At the end of the song, Steve licked shiny, kiss-reddened lips, and smiled that smile Eddie always considered smug and preppy. Now, he adored it. “Not only are you a closet Hoosier’s fan—we even found music we both like.”
“Okay, I surrender.” Eddie’s hand found a comfortable spot—cupping the ass of his mega-hot boyfriend, while Steve’s hands roved similarly down Eddie’s pants. “Bryan May is a half-decent ax-man.”
“Ugh, those endless guitar solos are the worst. It’s all about Freddie. His voice gives me tingles.”
“You give me tingles.” Eddie grinned daftly. “Sounds like a nasty disease. Then again, wasn’t looking to catch you, douchebag.”
“Likewise, freak.” They kissed again, delving deeper than before, rolling and scrubbing against each other till they wound up pretty much naked, in a sweaty, sated heap. Steve pulled a blanket up over them, tucked his head under Eddie’s chin and….
“You kipping on me, Harrington?”
“In about ten seconds,” said Steve, sleepily.
The light caught the shine of Steve’s fading black eye, and Eddie winced, stroked Steve’s brow just above. “Does it still hurt?” he asked, guiltily. Even if the douche had totally asked for it, Eddie now knew all the facts.
“Had worse,” mumbled Steve. “I kinda gotta thing for this one. I worry when it goes, our honeymoon period will be over.”
Wtf?
“That’s totally messed up, dude,” said Eddie, grateful when a lock of Steve’s hair slipped to cover the bruise. He planted a soft kiss on Steve’s head. “Who’s the freak now, huh?”
“Perfect match,” whispered Steve. Eddie smiled softly to himself and snuggled into his boyfriend just that little bit tighter.
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Thank you so much for reading 🙂 Also posted here on my AO3
#steddieholidaydrabbles#steddie fic#steve x eddie#steve harrington whump#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie fluff#steddie fanfic
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OwwwwWwwW shitty maid skeletor made in 30 minutes oooooow
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Are requests open?? If so can I ask the moon boys x reader, when the reader is eating but their hair is not tied-up and it keep getting in their food. And the moon boys help them tie it up.
I was think of Steven do braid on the reader hair
Yes, requests are open currently, darling.
Oooooow, this is super cute, silly, and FLUFFY 😭 Yes, of course, I'mma do it for sure!
pairing: Moon Boys x fem!reader.
rating: fluff, fluff, flufffffffffff.
warning: none.
I'd like to thank my bestie, @wysteria-clad, for always being here for me ❤️😭
Steven:
You two are having lunch together. Steven has returned from work to find you already preparing the meal for both of you. You're an excellent cook, and he loves your cooking so much. And since you got together, your cooking became more creative as Steven is vegan and you want to make him happy by your small efforts.
“And Donna was rinsed when I—” Steven frowns his brows a little when he catches you struggling a bit. “You alright, love?”
You sucked your teeth, “It's nothing, baby, it's just my stupid hair won't quit sticking to my mouth,”
“Hey, don't call it stupid, I love your hair,” Steven's voice is so soft, the smile on his face is so gentle, and the look in his eyes is so childish, pure. You swoon.
“Okay, then it's not stupid.” You chuckle.
Steven's smile goes wider before he gets up and washes his hands, “Wait, Steven, you didn't finish your—”
“Be right back, dove,” He kisses the crown of your head and loiters down to the bedside table, he grabs something from the drawers and heads back to you.
You gaze at him with furrowed eyes as he stands behind your chair. “Steven?”
“Since your lovely hair is giving you a trouble, gonna braid it for you, yeah?”
You blink, “Oh,”
Steven grins and split your hair into three locks, his deft hands never pulling on your scalp. You know he's doing a good job.
“Never knew you could do that, babe.” You say when he's finished, “Where did you learn that?”
“Heh,” He blushes a bit as he sits at the dinning table again, scratching the back of his head nervously, “School girls.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Shit, that sounds creepy,” His eyes flit away from you down to the table, “Y'know we have a lot of students visiting the museum, like a lot, yeah?”
You nod, taking sick pleasure of his cute and desperate attempt to correct himself.
“Some of them are young, little ladies, their braids would go loose during their trips, and they'd cry, and you know I can't stand watching a little child crying without me doing anything. So, I'd offer them doing their hair. Some of them are frequent visitors and now call me Uncle Stevie.”
You snore at the last bit a tad.
“What?” Steven gawks dumbly at you.
“Nothing,” You smile, pushing your chair backwards while holding your dish up to put it in the sink.
Steven eyes you gingerly as you stroll down to him, “But expect to do my hair every morning before work,” You kiss his cheek softly before whispering in his ear, making him shiver, “Uncle Stevie,”
Marc:
Marc and you are having a Netflix and chill night. Popcorn, coke, ice cream, and unhealthy snacks are on the coffee table despite Marc's protest against your choice of junk food. You chuckle at his cute sulking. You're wearing one of his hoodies that reaches to your mid-thighs, no bra, with just a pair of thin panties underneath, and your hair sets loose on your shoulders and back. On the other hand, Marc is only wearing a pair of dark boxers, his silver Magen David —that he never takes off— is resting around his neck.
It's all about being comfy, nuzzly, and touchy with Marc. Fuzziness may be out of place with him, but you know better.
Once settled on the couch, with the bowl of popcorn on his lap, and you cuddled up into his chest with a fluffy blanket around the both of you, Marc chooses for tonight. It's his turn... finally. After you took over his turn for five times in a raw, you had mercy on him and let him choose something other than rom-com for tonight. Not that he complains tho, but he's now memorised You've Got Mail, Notting Hill, and many more, scene by scene, because of you. Somehow that freaks him out.
Marc sets on John Wick series, and you're okay with that. You love both Keanu, and this franchise although you're not ready to watch the dog's death scene again.
First half hour passes by, and you almost finish the popcorn bowl. Your untied hair begins to annoy you every time you want to eat something, your hands are dirty, and can't slide your bangs behind your ears properly with the back of your hands. Marc notices your shuffling and pauses the movie.
“What's wrong babe?” He asks you while holding you near his chest.
“Oh, it's nothing, babyboy, just my hair can't stop getting in my mouth,”
Marc looks at you for a moment before slipping off the blanket and off the couch.
“Just a sec,”
You watch your boyfriend going to the bathroom to wash his hands. He comes back with tiny hair clips in his hands.
You smile sweetly at him as he sits back next to you, “Hold still, (Y/N),”
He squints his eyes a bit, his rough hands are ever so tender as he tries to glide the clips on your temples. You grin mischievously and moan in fake pain. “Ouch,”
Marc stills on the spot, his hands freeze, “God, did I hurt you, babe?” You can trace the worry within his voice.
You bite your lower lip in an attempt to refrain from giggling, but it escapes nonetheless.
“You little...” Marc groans at first, then he chuckles at your childish attitude. He grabs your face and smooches your cheeks with kisses.
“Ow, Markie who thought you'd be such a softie,” Jake says in his head.
“Aren't they cute, tho,” Steven remarks, sighing in delight.
“Think she made him watch too many movies.” Jake answers, shaking his head while grinning, “The idiot's completely smitten.”
Jake:
After sulking about the matter, Jake decided to accompany you to the festival that you nagged him about non-stop. It's more like a street bazaar held by people for cultural exchange. You were enthralled by the event when it was first announced, and you insisted on your boyfriend to go with you.
“You can consider it a date or something,” You said, trying to convince him to escort you, and luckily he said yes.
You've always been interested in different cultures and customs, and this is a perfect opportunity to experience something new.
With your hand linked to your boyfriend's elbow, you two wander around the food booths and clothings stalls. Jake listens to your excited ramblings about the information you pleasurably searched for before coming here.
Jake's smile doesn't leave his face as he watches you gasp and gape in delight as you move from booth to booth, shrieking and exclaiming in astonishment, as you practically drag him behind you.
His smile turns into a mischievous one tho, when you bump into a lingerie booth, that sells strange-looking night gowns. He wriggles his eyes at you when you two pass by, making you burst out laughing.
A bag after bag dangles from Jake's gloved hands, as you buy more stuff and presents. Jake's wallet was screaming empty, but he doesn't care as long as it makes you happy and satisfied. You do buy a piece of lingerie for him too, the one his eyes lingered on, you knew he was imagining you in that piece of clothes and you intend to quench his fantasy.
Your stomachs growls, and you drag him to the food stalls at last. You two settle on Syrian shawarma.
You two sit on a wooden bench, surrounded by your shopping bags, savouring your Middle Eastern meal. Jake picks up on your struggle with your hair as you eat.
“Be right back, hermosa,”
Jake leaves you for few minutes and returns with an adorable headband in his hand he just bought from one of the many many stalls.
You smile adoringly at him as he puts the end on your temples right in front of your ears. He slides the headbands slowly and sets the bow on the crown of your head.
Jake gives you a look then snores.
“What?!” You say.
Jake continues to laugh, “You look funny, señorita,”
Rolling your eyes, you slide your phone from your pocket and look at yourself in the front camera. You giggle at your hair as it looks like you've been electrified by a city current.
“I look cute tho,” You say, grinning childishly at your boyfriend.
Jake kisses your forehead and whispers, “You certainly do, sweetheart,”
#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#marc spector x reader#marc spector x y/n#marc spector fluff#steve grant x reader#steven grant x y/n#steven grant fluff#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley fluff#moon boys#moon bois#moon knight x reader#moon knight#marc spector headcanons#marc spector imagine#marc spector fanfic#steven grant imagine#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#jake lockley x you#jake lockley x y/n#jake lockley x fem!reader#jake lockely x reader#jake lockely x you#jake lockely imagine#moon boys fluff#syrma answers#syrma writes
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Friedrich, what are you worried about happening if Mikhail finds out about your crush on Ludwig? Mikhail is in love with Ludwig, I'm pretty sure he understands that Ludwig is a very attractive and charismatic person to fall for.
Or are you worried Mikhail will get... Jealous? Defensive? Protective of his one and only Ludwig? ★~(◠ω◕✿)
-🦖
(I'm so sorry I'm so rotted rn, this is making me laugh too much I'm sorry Fritz-y)
"I. Do. Not. Have. A. Crush. On. Ludwig Humboldt!" Fritz stomps his foot & pouts.
"At most, I have fantasised about having a threesome with him & Mikhail, but ONLY because Mikhail was there as well! I want nothing to do with that man, I just want Mikhail!"
James rolls his eyes & groans, "And Ludwig is also old, fat, & ugly, & not handsome at all. We knooooow, Fritz. It's the only thing you talk aboooooooout."
"Why would Mikhail choose him when I'm right here!"
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to dump you for Lionel." In his haste to shut his mouth, Fritz bites down on his tongue & wails.
"Oooooow."
"What a baby," James comes over to him & gives him a kiss on his sticking out tongue, "There. Better?"
"A little bit." Friedrich sniffles, his tongue still poking out if his mouth.
"And you still wonder why Mikhail prefers Ludwig over you."
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“oooooow i’m getting eaten by a wooooooorm”
-twink voice
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Leo: *Blushes* Um...guys look at this...
Raph: ...😳
Mikey: Who is she?😧😯
Donnie: Is that Karai? *scans image*
Mikey: It's strange to see her without armor and equipment. Really, Casey?... Casey?
Casey: *whistles* Oooooow! *Howl Wolfy by Warner Brothers*
❗Warning❗
The photo is not mine, therefore all rights belong exclusively to its creators.
@angelcatlowyn @kawaiibunga @sivy-chan-blog @greenprincess @hedgehog-dreamer @swagtreecrown @downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles @narwals14 @androgynousenemydetective @ @raisin-shell @snackugaki @tmnt22 @pheradream15 @mean-green-imagines @dai-su-kiss
#tmnt bayverse#tmnt photo#tmnt leonardo#tmnt raphael#tmnt donatello#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt casey jones#tmnt karai#tmnt Casey Jones x Karai#Carai
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Glee episode 5 thoughts part 2
I wanna go bowling now
More adult people plot that I'm not interested in
Mr shoe I can see that your lips are not matching the words to this slow ass song 🫵🏿👁️👁️
WHAT IS RACHEL TALKING AB- OOOOOOOOOW she's saying how unappreciated she is when only 1! solo was given to someone else! OOOOOOW she's making me as itchy as bella swan did!
I DONT support Finchel ❌🚫🙅🏿♂️
Bert and Ernie were just roommates 😉
Woah way to just out her preggernancy like that
Rachel showing back up to glee club in the midst of scandal
YEEHAW y'all!
Finn once again dancing from his pussy
PLEASE stop with the [redacted]
Ok hold up now something about cowboy dancing is inherently cunty 👀
FINALLY someone gets some consequences in this show
And I find it hilarious how this random drunk lady realizes glee club is about everyone and not just one person and yet Mr shoe is like did y'all hear sumn
They did NOT just slander mother Mariah
IM. LOSING. MY. MIND. We just had this whole speech about how everyone deserves their moment to shine just for Rachel to literally insert herself BACK into the spotlight as a "noble" sacrifice I CANT. IM TENSE I LIKE IM SO TENSE RN
NOBODY IS LEARNING
Somebody to love how original
I'm trying to teehee my way through but I'm actually kinda getting upset lol Jesus give me the strength
SEE?! Mercedes KILLED. SLAYED. that riff. Where's HER spotlight???!
Episode 5 done. Good. 🤦🏿♂️
#glee things#im gonna tru to refrain from posting about every single episode but this show gives me too many thoughts to just keep to myself
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