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octuscle · 1 month
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Happy St. Patrick's Day!
There are holidays that I'm convinced the world doesn't need… St. Patrick's Day, for example. I think it's perfectly fine to be proud of your heritage. I mean, I have an Italian grandmother. I'm totally proud of that. She makes the best pasta in the world. Hehehe, if you look at my belly, you can tell.
You see St. Patrick's Day parades on every channel. It's pure brainwashing! I look at my stomach again… Maybe I'll use the day to do something for my fitness. The streets are full of happy people. Intrusively cheerful people with funny green hats.
The guy at reception is wearing a green T-shirt. And has a shamrock painted on his cheek. I could puke. "Hi mate, nice to see you. Not much going on today. But we'd like to take a few pictures for social media later. Something along the lines of today-we've-trained-in-green. Would you wear this tank top for training?" He holds something green out to me. Fortunately without a shamrock or a funny gnome. It looks like a rugby jersey. Maybe a little big. I smile painfully. "Mate, give yourself a jolt! I'll give you a protein flat rate and free training for three months!" You don't care about the protein flat rate. But free training for three months… You'll save a good 150 dollars. Then it won't be so bad that you come here so rarely.
"Come on, give it to me!" you say and give him a fist bump. Fist bump? What's wrong with you today? All right… Put on your jersey, half an hour on the cross trainer, then maybe a bit of chest training. And then that should be it. And if you absolutely have to post pictures of it. You go to the changing area. Yawning emptiness. Exactly to your taste, actually! You undress, put on the sweatpants and then the jersey. You take a quick look in the mirror. An overweight quarter-Italian in a green rugby jersey. You doubt that this will bring the gym even one new follower, let alone a customer.
You usually start on the cross trainer with low resistance. Today you can try something new. It's empty, no one is watching, you can't embarrass yourself. So you go to the rowing machine. You have no experience with that. So you hit the maximum resistance. And off you go! After half an hour, you wipe the sweat from your forehead. Your jersey sticks to your chest, soaked with sweat. The gym employee stands in front of you with a grin. "Bro, those were some really awesome shots! What are you up to now?" You grumble that rowing is a good base for lat training. And that you're currently doing antagonist training. So combine it with chest training. "Nice, that should make for great pictures." You don't give a damn that the camera is following you the whole time. Focus on the training. And finally, no consideration for others. Moan and grunt when you feel like it. And today you're lifting the heavy weights. That requires a loud scream or two.
Shit, you've been here for almost three hours. You're done. You shout to your gym's social media representative that it's time for the final show. You take off your slightly too tight jersey with some difficulty. And wring out the sweat. You smile at the camera and say "Happy St. Patrick's Day, bros! Stay focused and train hard!" Your buddy gives you a fist bump and says it was a lot of fun with you again. You hand him your cell phone and ask him for a photo. For your own account.
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Caption: "Is as Éirinn a thagann fir réadúla i gcónaí! Buailigí, a chairde, agus go raibh Lá Fhéile Pádraig iontach agaibh!"
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megachiraztfs · 11 months
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Freckles
Garreth hadn't noticed the red-haired salesman's grin when he paid for the self-tanner. "Instant effect, uniform tan - quick effect" - he just hadn't been able to ignore that. In a fortnight he was going on a trip with two friends and he certainly wasn't going to look like he existed only as lime.
When he arrived home, he quickly undressed and shook the can. Then Garreth pressed the spray button and aimed the nozzle at his chest. A generous amount came out, but... only in single drops, sprinkling his skin like cheese on top of pasta.
"Crap, dumb thing, it's broken," Garreth grumbled and looked for a cloth to remove the "fiasco" from his skin, but.... the skin, touched by the brownish liquid, began to shimmer and slightly pulsate.
  His already fair skin took on an even rosier tone, but it was increasingly hidden by the freckles. A gush of the self-tanner shot into Garreth's face, turning his short brown hair red. He coughed. His chin became a little more pointed as a red beard sprouted on it. His eyes took on a deep brown colour. Confused, he looked at the spray. It looked less and less like a self-tanner. More like a...
"There's my hairspray, dude, I've got to get my look right," Garreth said, spraying a generous amount into his red hair. "Quick selfie, then the gym can come, need to look good for the lads," Garreth said, leaning out the window and pulling out his phone. As he pressed the shutter, his pants turned into dark blue shorts. His chest showed lean muscles, his arms the beginnings of good strength. All decorated with brownish dots. No wonder Garreth only had the nickname "Freckles" among his friends in the gym.
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daisyswift3 · 4 days
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I Think There's Been a Glitch
GUYS I just realized sth crazy while watching this tiktok….I think the reason Taylor has red hair in so many mvs is bc it’s a play on the term RED HERRING. Red HAIR(RING). TTPD itself was a red herring and ends w the manuscript which is basically just the all too well short film (from RED TV) which she has red hair in. The glitches. Error 321. Bad BLOOD mv where she has red hair. THE RED BLOOD MOON. CHAOS 🫚 ANON = GINGER = RED HEAD = GLITCH. Glitching back to the 1989 era??…..
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IT'S A CLOCK, IT CAN HELP YOU TELL TIME. She literally told us her entire plan all the way back in 2022. If the midnights vinyls make a clock that counts down to midnight then we’ve officially reached the “blood moon glitch” stage. I'm assuming 1, 2, 3 error/TPD (if you reverse the website glitch) was the moonstone vinyl so now we're at 4, 5, 6 the blood moon vinyl. The Jan 4 🫚 message tells us that we should be counting from 1-10 and not backward. And this means the final act ends in October AKA Halloween AKA pumpkin anon. "Frivolous, tenfold, 3 desires And until the clock strikes midnight Light the ground with fires." Seeing how each vinyl is a quarter of the clock and TTPD (the glitch/red blood moon/red herring) was released in April, I think it's safe to assume each quarter represents 1/4 of a year or 3 months. Which means 2025 or New Year's Day would be Midnight. So perhaps a kaylor reunion in Oct and an official coming out around Dec-Jan. This aligns w another interesting anon message we received abt New Year's Day being when an atomic bomb would go off (volcano anon?). "The real drama, the heartbreaking beauty of it all, unfolds not in a grand finale, but in the quiet unraveling. The magician's greatest illusion is the one you choose not to see." Shits abt to get crazy
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royaltea000 · 1 year
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Sloppy snotface snotlout sketch o(-( 
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ghosty--spice · 1 year
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CYRAN ROUTE WHEN???????
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randybutternubber · 17 days
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Spreading my spoon girl and Noone friendship propaganda in the form of an animation that may come some time after the turn of the century or maybe next week but my work speed is woefully inconsistent
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mystery-fish-17 · 11 months
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They're the silliest dudes ever
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asmoteeth · 1 year
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Got back on watching Rescue Bots and felt the urge to draw human Blades
Can't exactly say I fell in love with any humanization of him so far so I wanted to make my own: he has his air rescuer uniform on, he has eyebags from watching so much TV and white hairs from chronic anxiety along the common stress from his job. He's a silly man <3
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iksvolforb · 1 year
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Omg haiii!! I’d love to see a one shot with Kyle kind of getting jealous with creek? not in a “I want to be with him” way but more of the “I’m so single” way, and then realising that most of the stuff that him and Stan do together is super weirdly close to the stuff creek do? Sorry if this is not making any sense!! You can change it however you want I hope it just gives you a cool idea! Or just jealous Kyle in general 🥺🥺🥺 I would die !!
South Park oneshot prompt #1 DONESKI!!! Pls all go and enjoy jealous hot-head Kyle you deserve it 😭❤
If you have a prompt send it thruuu and i'll have a look at it! (eventually! pls be patient unlike our boi kyle over here on god i beg of you)
ILY HAVE A NICE DAY STAY HYDRATED
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dixidin · 6 months
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The fact that we got the mf who saved Childe when he was in the abyss BEFORE Sandrone...... Sandrone lovers we are not making it outta this one are we?
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octuscle · 2 months
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Greeting Support, I have always loved the looks and feel of chavs ; and their lifestyle ; is it possible to have a script that will make me a perfect one physically and mentally ; and being also total football lads (what American call soccer)
Phew! You're in your mid-30s… A bit old to pass as a credible chav. And that little paunch there and your snooty Oxford accent don't make it any better… But let's see what I can do. Here's the address of a pub in the Eastend. Be there at 17:00.
It's raining and you can't get a taxi. So you take the underground. It's also packed at the start of rush hour. When it's raining, it always smells like wet dogs on the underground, but today the stench is terrible. Your hand is on the grab rail. Your nose on your own armpit. Damn, that's you! You stink so bad. Didn't you use any deodorant today? But seriously, it smells like you haven't showered for three days. Or longer. Damn, you can only hope that nobody notices how you stink. You look around. Other passengers have already noticed…
Haggerston, you have to get out of here. A stream of people is heading towards the escalators. You're so embarrassed by the smell. So that no one recognises you, you look bashfully at the floor. At your heavy army boots. Damn it, where have your brogues gone? You look down at your hands. Dirty fingernails. Scrapes on the back of your hands and scabs on your knuckles. Fuck yeah, you shouldn't be fighting without your gloves.
On the street, you have to change buses for a few more stops. People are crowding under the small roof. A guy is smoking a cigarette next to you. You suddenly feel like smoking a cigarette too. You ask him if you can bum a cigarette. He looks at you uncomprehendingly. You repeat your question "Awright pal, dae ye speak mah leid? Cuid ye offer me a fag?" He seems to have understood about the fag. He hands you the packet of cigarettes and his lighter. "Damn, yer a lifesaver, pal! Ta gey muckle!" you answer him. Bloody Englishmen. They can't even speak properly.
It's 4.58pm when you enter the pub. It's packed. The match is about to kick off. You take your fags out of your wet Donkey worker jacket and hang it on the coat rack. You shout to Sean at the tap that you're having a large Belhaven. You can't drink that English swill they call beer here. But you can get the good Scottish stuff here. The right guys are here too. All true fans of Hibernian Edinburgh. After the humiliating draw against Hearts, we need a win against Rangers today. And you and the other Hibs here will give it your all!
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Blimey, this is a really good game. Your lads needed a bit to get into their stride. But it's the score at the end that counts. Stoppage time. Still 2 to 2. One shot! A goal! A deafening roar! Beer splashes around. You're lying in the arms of strangers. You chant "Sunshine on Leith". The landlord serves a pub round. And one of your mates tells you that a few Rangers ultras are making their way here. You take your gloves out of the back pocket of your jeans and grin. It's going to be a hefty third half.
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megachiraztfs · 1 year
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When John had returned to his parents because he wanted to "get back to his roots" - after many years of living on the other side of the country - he hadn't expected his father to drag him straight to the nearest pub. Somehow his dad had changed too. He looked... younger... when had his hair stopped being grey and gone back to the way it used to be?
"Dad, I haven't had a drink for years," John tried to defend himself against the friendly people in the pub who always offered him something. "And neither have you." "Come on, son, I liked it from the first moment too. And I feel like new when I walk out of here," John's father said, finishing his glass of beer in one go. John sighed. He could give it a try. Maybe it was available non-alcoholic. Carefully he sipped.
"That's good," he said softly. And sipped again. And with each sip, John put on a little weight. His slim belly gave way to a beer belly and with a loud ripping sound his shirt gave way. "Refill, mate!" he shouted, his nose red. A tickling sensation passed over his body. Red hairs spread out, covering his hard belly, crawling across his chest. His dark brown hair lightened, a red beard covered his face. With a groan, he slammed the empty mug down on the counter and was suddenly surrounded by other men who looked like him. Red hair, beer bellies, thick red beards and a thirst for beer and more.
"Ginger Brew is our speciality, only brings out the best in you mate," the bartender said, who was as thick as him, filling his white dress shirt with his pecs, covered in red hair, and pulled John closer to him and locked his beard-surrounded lips with him. "Now... join your friends and spread our offers!"
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susandsnell · 1 year
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is this anything
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gh0stcave · 11 months
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drawing flustered, love-sick dazai is the true therapy
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sunderedazem · 1 year
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Coruscant
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familiarache · 2 months
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what if i make a playlist but its literally just 'u/ryu pining after hime and ichi'
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