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sandibullock · 20 days
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RENEGADE NELL 1.06 | Snatched by Strollers
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lordoftherazzles · 1 year
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Bilbo and Thorin being worried about each other in the thick of danger, we love to see it ♡
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pencilscratchins · 1 year
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sometimes i think about the very odd internet presence over the last 7 years on this blog, and i almost want to apologize for any whiplash this username has given you. but honestly. it’s a little funny
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elizakai · 3 months
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Error. is. fabulous. ✨💅
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updatingranboo · 9 months
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ranboo tweet... uh
["This was such a good joke and I am appalled by the fact that it has not gone absolutely bonkers viral. I mean is comedy dead? I just dont understand how a regular human being can read the word "Greans" (A combination of green and jeans) followed by an image of, well, green jeans, and not absolutely evacuate themselves in laughter.
I believe this has something to do with the fact that comedy as we know it is dying. It has become too mainstream in todays media and that is the main problem. Gone are the days where silly little guys in their silly little hop hats are able to go "knock knock" and absolutely change the world. Nowadays you have to have so many things that go into a joke for it to remotely even be funny, setup, punchline the whole ordeal. Whatever happened to just a simple Practicality joke? Whatever happened to just being able to slap someone and be the headlining act?
The world is so full of so called "comedians" these days it makes me sick. All these people do is spend hours writing and practicing their act in order to try and sway an audience to have a good time listening to their words. For SHAME! Comedy used to be just two people on a stage just slapping eachother and going "knock knock" for twenty hours. Whatever happened to the good ol days where people just laughed at whatever someone said because their brain hadnt fully developed?
This is why I believe that I am going to start performing my comedy acts to a bunch of babies. An absolute hoard of newborns. I will make my jokes to them and they will laugh for they truly understand what humor should be. I will go to a hospital in that little room they have where it is very easy to switch said babies and cause a bit of a ruckus, but instead of doing that (very funny joke) I will simply perform for them and relish in their cheers and guffaws.
It is sad that one has to turn to performing to just babies in order for the world to understand the complexity of ones said humor, but alas if its what I must do its what I must do. Maybe one day we will revert back to absolute comedy anarchy, where the chicken has not yet crossed the road, but until then I will continue to strive and push forward in this dark age of comedy.
Maybe a complete reset of what we find funny is in order, maybe we have lost what humor once was for us. We obviously have considering my VERY FUNNY TWEET does not have a bazillion likes and has not spun off at least 30 million movie deals. (Please note that this joke is satire, and Ranboo stands in solidarity with the SAG-AFTRA strikes. Support actors and writers. -A message from Ranboo)
I spent time and effort making this tweet, I saw the green jeans in front of my eyes (which are very squishy) and my neurons fired and made this absolute gem of a joke. I was excited to share it with the world, I tweeted it nearly right after I saw it, excited to see what new adventures this tweet could bring me. I went to bed all cozy smiling like a child on christmas eve night, excited for the morning. When I woke I turned to check my phone instantly, my eyes racing to see the like total. What would it be? 500k? A million? I was surprised that my dms hadnt blown up with a personal message from every billionaire going "let me give you all of my money I can never make anything as good as your "Greans" tweet" but It must have been a glitch.
I was appalled to see that my tweet had only 30K??? 30K for the pinnacle of all of human achievement? A slap in the face of innovation is what it felt like. Like when that thomas edison guy ate a stolen lightbulb or something idk what he did really but I remember the person who made that lightbulb which he ate probably felt really sad and I felt really sad so I felt a deep connection with that person.
I quickly fell into a great depression, this is what all of my life had lead up to: one sad tweet. I didnt see the outside for years because of this tweet. I thought to myself "why would they do this?", "Isnt humanity supposed to be kind, supportive, and have a sense of humor when it comes to differently colored jean jokes?" (dcjj as I call them), and "Man I should probably have a burger" (I did) (very yummy) but as I ate my burger all I could taste were my TEARS as I chomped into it from the top down. It felt like I couldnt do anything right. Until thats when it hit me.
Im not the problem, EVERYONE ELSE IS! My humor isnt "bad" or "unfunny" or "makes me want to find a microwave and cause it to malfunction so I either become the hulk or die" (Please do not try this. -Another Ranboo message) It has to be that simply I am so far ahead in the world when it comes to comedy that my time has simply just not yet come! My jokes will be funny to a different generation, which will be frowned upon at first but I will quickly be welcomed with open arms, and told that I am an innovator, a true scholar of all that is funny.
And so I wait for that day. I wait for the day that people look back on my Greans tweet and realize, that without a doubt that it is the funniest thing that they have ever seen. The problem is not with my joke, the problem is with the world, and thats what makes humanity beautiful, is that it evolves, it changes, it doesnt stick to its mindset that a tweet that has the word "Greans" followed by a pair of green jeans doesnt get a BAZILLION LIKES! I wait for that day, and for those of you who are with me, I hope you wait patiently as well. Stay strong."]
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drugbot-brian · 23 days
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hey guys i think you'll appreciate this
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zishuge · 5 months
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Do you have any candy? Give me a few pieces... Every time I come here, I bring him some. Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023)
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izzenithal · 9 months
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fellas how many times does your bff have to ask u to take off your shirt whilst tenderly dressing your wounds for it to be, like, gay
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vita-divata · 1 year
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Starting this year with my babygirl Obito
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imperatorrrrr · 3 months
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leave me alone, I miss him.
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denaliwrites · 3 months
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Say My Name
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Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader
Catch and Release Prompt: "Orbit"
Summary: When your whole life centers on Cale, you can't help but learn things about him.
Soundtrack: Say My Name by Destiny's Child
Requests: Open!
Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich, I know what y'all are here for.
You hadn't meant to learn so many secrets about your boyfriend -- you supposed now that was a moot point though, as the damage had been done. You'd learned too much, way too much, and it would surely be the end of you.
He'd caught you, was the biggest problem.
You'd been up in the attic, looking for something specific -- you couldn't even remember what, now, could only remember that it had decidedly not been what you'd found instead.
One wrong turn and you'd unsuspectingly bumped into a precariously placed box, and out had spilled countless documents, pictures, newspaper clippings. Among other things.
But the one thing that caught your attention above all others was a picture of a twelve year old boy -- unmistakably your boyfriend, you could tell by his eyes -- that was labeled "Damien Valkenberg, 1983."
The floorboards creaked behind you, telling you that he'd heard the box fall and come to investigate. You felt a tear stream down your cheek, but you weren't sure why.
"You weren't supposed to find that," his voice sounded from behind you.
Your own was choked when you replied with a simple, quiet, "Why?"
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me. It's safer for you not to know them."
You didn't miss the way those words sounded, the way he'd turned them into a threat.
He moved quietly when he wanted to -- you'd seen him before, creeping predatorily in order to surprise friends or sneak the two of you into places you shouldn't be, harmless things like a movie.
But you'd never thought it'd be turned on you, that you'd be the one being stalked. Yet, the soft tread of his shoes, try as he might to make it imperceptible, was unmistakable to you.
You'd spent so long orbiting Cale Erendreich, stuck in his undeniable, inescapable pull. You supposed it was only a matter of time before he consumed you -- the inevitable crash and burn of unstable gravity. A planet flying much too close to the sun.
When you turned, he lunged.
You were easily pinned to the ground, and while every instinct told you to struggle and scream, you refused to give him the satisfaction.
He stared down at you with animalistic eyes -- a feral intent to hunt and kill, and you stared up at him with calm acceptance. What else could you do? Beg? Bargain? He'd made up his mind, it was clear in his gaze.
"Say my name."
You blinked, pulled out of your readiness by his inexplicable command.
Stunned, you stammered, "C-Cale...?"
"My real name."
You wondered what his game was. If the look in his eyes, subtly shifted to something more playful (but definitely still deadly), was anything to go by, then there was absolutely a game being played.
"D... Damien?" you guessed.
You gasped as his hand suddenly struck your throat, cutting off all air. You realized, dimly, that while it was impossible for it to be his namesake, he was rather like Damien from the Omen -- able to be sickly sweet when it served him, but ultimately deeply and irrevocably evil underneath.
You were cognizant enough to worry that'd be your last thought, only for air to just as suddenly fill your lungs as Cale's --
Damien's --
hand released you so that he could pull you up into a brutal kiss that left you not just feeling but somehow even tasting your narrowly avoided demise.
It tasted like mint with a hint of honey and lavender -- the tea you'd made him only an hour ago.
"Don't tell anyone," he commanded.
You nodded numbly, stars still dancing in your eyes. "Yes, sir."
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delta-romance0 · 1 month
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Busted my ass looking for the original of Ray’s kids from yesterday solo at Brisbane so here xx
@knivesfordays <Twitter post (original vid)
@the_mcr_archive <Insta post
this is what I was gonna post BEFORE I REALISED YOU COULD DOWNLOAD REELS. UHM. HELLO??
Dude I downloaded twitter for this. I devoured that persons profile to not find it to then search the tag then do more searching not find it. Find it by searching his name on that persons profile. Finding it and trying to figure out how to download it. Cropping and resizing it.
FOR ME TO JUST SEE I COULDVE FUCKING DOWNLOADED IT FROM WHERE I FIRST SAW IT???!!!
anyway- (i’m not mad it’s pretty funny)
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hymnoire · 4 months
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       @drjxng liked for a one liner !
"My father loves them successful, like you. Please, just one evening at my arm to make all his questionning stop and seven days later, I tell him we broke up."
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lumarkyt · 2 years
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TWO CATS IN A CAT TREEEE 🎶
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mmarinetube · 1 year
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anyone else have a grip on this man when they were 12
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