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auldcine · 10 months
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I just want to wish you good luck... and all that. And all what? What ever you want. FRED ASTAIRE and GINGER ROGERS in SWING TIME (1936)
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khaotunq · 10 months
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enneagram series - type 2: pat, bad buddy "Empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. They are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing, but can also be sentimental, flattering, and people-pleasing. They are well-meaning and driven to be close to others, but can slip into doing things for others in order to be needed." (x)
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ohdorothea · 8 days
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Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?
Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me / Look What You Made Me Do / I Did Something Bad / my tears ricochet / …Ready For It?
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cryptidm0ths · 9 months
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heyyyyyyyyyyyy moth is gonna just post their vague collection of himeru covered in blood teehee
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saintmurd0ck · 7 months
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y’all.
i don’t want to say that i had a NIGHT ™ last night but……….. holy fuck
if you’ll excuse me i’m gonna be in a good mood for the rest of the weekend
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phantasieandmirare · 2 years
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If you're a RWBY fan and still complaining about the mere existence of Jaune Arc in the year of our Lord 2022 I'm gonna need you to grow the fuck up
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halfelven · 11 months
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wild that people really say 'I should be scared of you... but I'm not' in real life
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theloveinc · 1 year
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STOP U WATCH GANGASTA?!???? THAT'S LITERALLY OKE OF MY FAVS SO UNDERRATED FR NICHOLAS MY BELOVED <33333
one of your faves?🤨 how can that be? when it's actually one of MY faves???
i'm jk... but I LOVE IT TOO !!!!!!! so high up on my tiers of mangas, the art, the story, the EVERYTHING >>>>>>>>>>>>>
but i do i admit i'm a worick (and delico and gal and theo and everyone) girly, even THEY BOTH NEEDTO BE OUR BOYFRIENDS FR!!! if u ever wanna talk about it tho, hmu <333
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vibinglikethat · 1 year
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finished season 2 of 911 lone star! kind of crazy how it took me this long to finish it compared to when i watched 911 lmao
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albonium · 2 years
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i hope lando annihilates oscar even worse than daniel just bc of the shit i have to read/hear about it all already
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mizugucci · 2 years
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i love giffing stuff thats not only 3+ weeks old but has already been giffed several times
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rosicheeks · 2 years
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Tip this amazing person because her blog and personality and body are fire as fuck 🥰
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domorebemore · 4 months
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perry-flynn · 2 years
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Never Work With Detectives and Animals | a little life update | oneshot |
Apropo of nothing, I decided it was about time Perry had some company, because what’s the point of playing a grumpy detective who only wants to help, and can talk to aquatic animals, if you’re not going to make his life a bit mad The idea got away from me a bit. Here’s how it happened.
He was a skinny, rain drenched, vicious little terror the first time Perry encountered him on the doorstep. Sheltering from the awful weather, no doubt. Well. Perry was doing the same thing while he had his cigarette- and so was the odd duck he’d befriended, who didn’t enjoy rain and didn’t talk much- so he left the guy be. Now he was a slightly less skinny- but no less scraggly, with a notch missing out of his ear, and a permanent scowl- little cat with a cushion on the windowsill, and a food bowl by the back door. 
Yes, Perry had a cat. How had that happened?
The second time Perry encountered the terror was the next morning, when he was on his way out to work. The cat was still curled up on his doorstep, see, quite still, and it had been a cold night. Perry nudged the beast with his foot, and it made a mean yowling sound before sinking its claws into Perry’s ankle. He swore, shaking his foot ‘till the beast let go, and quickly headed on his way to the office. It was not there when he got home. 
Three more days passed, then it was raining again. Perry was returning quite late and it was dark, but the monster made a low growling noise, and he managed to avoid stepping on it this time. The following lunch time he was making a ham sandwich, and after a moment of deliberation he ripped a couple of slices up onto a small plate which he set down outside.
It carried on a bit like this; occasional rain, occasional food, occasional fights on the doorstep. Then one night- Perry couldn’t tell you quite how long after their first meeting this would be- it scratched on his door. In perfectly decent weather. He ignored it at first, but when the nitwit refused to stop Perry headed out with a bit of the leftover chicken from his dinner. And the cat slipped right past him into the fucking house. 
Perry groaned, leaving the door ajar and turning back inside, “no, bugger off. You can’t stay here. The duck is bad enough!” Fantastic. He was talking to them now, god. He needed to get out more. The monster, for their part, stood on his living room rug, staring at the plate of food Perry still had in his hand. 
That was how it happened. He set the plate of food down, and that was it. The monster didn’t leave- at least, never for long- was often grumpy, and when they finally made it to the vets it had fleas- no microchip- and god treating that had been a nightmare. He’d bought five different cat beds before finally giving up and letting the terror have the sofa cushion he clearly wanted, and any toy Perry offered up was ripped to shreds in days. But Perry… Had company, and sometimes when he was sitting at his kitchen table chain smoking and going over and over the same case, it came and curled up in his lap, and it never let Perry forget about feeding him- which sometimes meant Perry had to go to the store for the first time in weeks. 
So, that was it. Perry, who was sometimes a platypus. The duck, who was only around when it rained, and a cat, who had decided to move in.
Seriously, that was it. He was not having any more animals in this house. 
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folklouire · 2 years
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so we're not getting rep tv anytime soon. this is fine i'm fine it's okay
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r-truth · 4 months
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