"NEW NANCY DREW GAME TO" WHAT????????????????????????
GUYS IS GAME 34 ACTUALLY HAPPENING??????? THIS IS AFTER APRIL FOOLS??????????????????
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closer to another shore by remrose has me in a chokehold expect half assed doodles of scenes soon
by @/remwrites on tumblr
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happy birthday!!! 💖💖💖
oh my god oh my god OH MY GOD OH MY GOD MAZE YOURE AMAZING MAZE YOURE THE LITERAL BEST PERSON ON THIS EARTH I CANT BELIEVE YOU GOT ME THE MOON BADGE????? HHFHGHFHFHHHJGJJFHHJJGJG OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE YOU SM THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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I hate when an artist gets exposed for being a bad person and people start the narrative “why would you even want to listen to their shitty music” when are we going to be freed from the idea that only good people create good art and bad people create bad art. It just makes it harder for these types of people to be exposed because now you got people thinking “how is this possible, his music is so good!”
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Okay we've hit changing my pfp to Will.
Guys this might just be a fixation.
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@staff if you [change] the [design] of the fucking [dashboard] i will kill you
edit. i want it on the actual post that i am not actually making a de-th threat against the staff. that's shitty. the caption quotes the fucking costco hot dog meme, which i originally said in the tags. if any staff member sees this please do Not take it personally
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they should invent a way to read in bed that's comfortable
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I fucking LOVE that Donna is not immune to being a little starry-eyed over The Doctor in the way that many of us get a little starry-eyed over our best friends but she IS immune to being that way in front of them lmao. Double love that this appears to also be Catherine Tate and David Tennant's dynamic
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HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.
he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.
and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.
so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—
half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.
and he's just so. man. in every single way.
(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)
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