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surilovesbones · 3 days
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Ser magra...
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Ser magra é sobre não estar confortável.
Confortável é ser gorda. Comer o que quiser, não fazer exercícios, comer apenas porque é bom.
Sim, ser gorda é mais bem mais confortável.
Mas garota, entenda de uma vez por todas, a magreza não é para preguiçosas.
Preguiça é coisa de gorda.
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Dissociation culture is feeling like youre really drunk or high even though you haven't done any substances recently
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corndog-patrol · 8 months
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and it went down in history as the fattest bong rip of all time
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zibiscusloon · 9 months
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This mf went and got the crown Prince of Briar Valley high while making omelets wtf is wrong with them
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enigmajaython · 1 year
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I tried to hold out but I needed everyone to look at this
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artistoons-blog-thing · 2 months
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This painted such a vivid image in my head
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incorrectbatfam · 2 months
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[before Ace got adopted]
Krypto: Hi there! So nice to meet you. I'm just going den to den seeing if any wolves would like to become dogs today.
Ace: What's a dog?
Krypto: Amazing question! You're such a good boy. Dogs are a pet for humans. You get paired up with one and they take care of you. They feed you, take you on walks, and when you get scared you can hide between their legs.
Ace: Wait, hold on. They feed me? You guys don't catch your own food?
Krypto: No, we eat dog food. And sometimes, if you're lucky, you get a treat.
Ace: What's a treat like?
Krypto: Have you ever done crack cocaine?
Ace: No.
Krypto: Well, that would be the closest example.
Ace: Okay, so I just get paired up immediately then?
Krypto: Well, not exactly. You will have to spend some time in a shelter, but if you're lucky, a human will pick you and take you home with them.
Ace: What happens if you aren't lucky?
Krypto: Oh, don't worry about it. You're going to a non-kill shelter.
Ace: What?
Krypto: Nothing! So, what do you say?
Ace: Yeah I'm not interested, sorry.
Krypto: WAIT!
Ace: What?
Krypto: Belly rubs.
Ace: Belly rubs?
Krypto: Every single day.
Ace: Okay, yeah, I'll consider it.
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fisheyezzz · 2 months
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bro okay
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frownyalfred · 6 days
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Just imagining the JL looks of confusion when Batman and Green Arrow know something very very specific drug related thing because they went to this one party together that got very very weird and very very illegal back in their late teens early 20s, just going back and forth making obscure references to this party and the others are just wtf is happening right now
And they’re so matter of fact about it too! “You can’t do coke like that” “a Bulgarian threesome always has an optional fourth partner” “actually that one is way more effective if you crush it up first and then—”
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surilovesbones · 3 days
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"Como você quer vencer na vida, sendo que vc perde pra um prato de comida?"
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hanasnx · 4 months
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MINORS DNI 18+
When you’d married Ward Cameron, you did it because your family assured you that you would never have to worry about anything again. What you didn’t account for was how much of a problem his son would become. Now Ward is gone, and there’s nothing you can do to reign in RAFE CAMERON, especially because he never respected you.
You’d come home from practice in your little tennis skirt and he’d ignore you when you’d politely greet him. You’d try to reach out to him, garner a relationship but he just pushed you away and shut you out. So you stopped caring, you stopped trying. When he gives you dirty looks for wearing barely any clothes in the house to clean or cook breakfast, you tune it out. You try your best to make sure you’re not ever alone with him.
Push comes to shove, and during a heated argument he confesses. “You know what my problem is? I got a stepmother who’s my age.” The crease in your brows deepen, a mountain-load of pent up emotions threatening to landslide as you take a wary step back. “I don’t get it.” he muses, without expecting a response. He follows you, advancing every time you back up. “What’s a thing like you…” Generously, his eyes scan down your figure, and you feel stupid for wearing so little. You’ve never felt so naked. “doing here if not for money?” Slowly, he reaches behind him. You know Rafe’s tendency to be unhinged and you raise a hand to him as if to encourage him to stop.
“Rafe. What are you doing?” you question, but he purses his lips to shush at you. Soft and quiet. Scared, you listen, swallowing hard.
He pinches a fold of cash in a silver clip from his back pocket, pulling it out and into your view. “This what you want?” He raises his brows. He wiggles the money enticingly, and it bends back and forth.
About a million things run through your mind, all shades of shock and offense, but you’re still fearful of what he’s capable of. You know what he’s been up to lately, you know he’s snorted something by the light dust on the tip of his nose. You just want to leave. “Rafe—“ Your hand in front of him is snatched by the wrist, and you look to it, instinctively tugging it back. He tightens his grip and you claw at his fingers with increasing vehement. “Rafe, let go. Rafe, stop, you’re hurting me.” Unyielding, he lets you ache, and he fights for your eye contact chasing it with his head.
The cash is tossed at you, hitting your chest and falling pathetically to the floor. You stop to stare at it. You can feel his gaze burning you, and he straightens to his full height. “Go on. Have it. Jus’ suck me off and it’s all yours.”
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Leo: If you’re not gonna tell dad, I will.
Leo, to Splinter: Dad, Raph smokes pot.
Splinter: What?!
Raph, to Leo: YOU ARE SUCH A TATTLETALE!!
Raph, to Splinter: Dad, remember that time you walked into my room and smelled marijuana?
Splinter, glaring at Casey: Yes.
Raph: Well, I told you it was Casey who was smoking the pot, but it was me. I’m sorry.
Splinter: It was you?
Leo: And remember when you got mad at Chompy? He didn’t break your favorite tea pot. Mikey did.
Mikey: Yeah, well, The Kraang weren’t the ones who blew up the toaster! Leo did!
Leo: Donnie hasn’t been keeping up on his training for a year!
Donnie: Raph has an alien girlfriend!
Raph: Mikey got himself in a dangerous situation and almost got killed AGAIN!!
Karai: I bisexual and Shini and I are dating!
April: Red is not my natural hair color!
Casey: I WANNA GOOOO!!
Splinter: That’s a lot of information to get in 30 seconds…
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gunthermunch · 8 days
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[Transcript under the cut]
Elsa: I’m sorry
Max: about what?
Elsa: I was too rough. I keep forgetting I stopped babysitting you years ago.
Elsa: you don’t need to date anyone if that’s not what you want to do
Max: I’m not hurt, you could never hurt me
Max: we are pretty much head to head on the asshole scale
Max: and I’m gonna talk to him eventually, don’t worry about it.
Max: because I know so damn well you’re worried as hell about Lucas.
Elsa: I didn’t even like the idea of him moving all alone on top of a hill to begin with! He’s not fucking Heidi!
Max: …
Elsa: …Ah-
Max: he is kinda Heidi
Elsa: ugh. I know.
Elsa: hey, are you still on therapy?
Max: … do I look like I’m not?
Elsa: answer the question idiot
Max: yeah. I am.
Max: she claims I’m doing a good job but, it could be some ‘’hang in there’’ motivational poster thing she says to all her patients
Elsa: well, I think you’ve gotten much better
Max: it’s Prozac.
Elsa: oh
Max: and my mood stabilizer. Drugs are really nice Elsa
Elsa: did you talk to her about Lucas?
Max: it’s like she knows him herself.
Max: …does he even like me anymore?
Elsa: Pierce says he ‘’clearly does’’
Max: alright but, no one asked him.
Elsa: I talk to him pretty much every day, you’re his favorite guy. He’s just too busy with his cows and crops to come visit. Do you think he smells like fertilizer?
Max: absolutely yeah
Max: …he’s my favorite guy too. Even though I feel like I need to explode him with my mind sometimes.
Elsa: I wish I could get inside your mind and rummage around so badly
Elsa: they’re so cute together.
Max: yeah, Pierce is kinda-
Max: -smart.
Elsa: stop that
Max: hey, it’s a joke. Still gonna do my men free week. I need to be mentally clear and sane for those dates
Elsa: we can hang out, I’m minoring in men free.
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accursed-worm · 1 year
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