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"i'm going to put on ofmd in the background while i do the dishes/cook/clean my apartment" FOOL!!!!! that is the DEVIL talking! you will inevitably be absolutely transfixed by it and be unable to do anything other than sit mesmerized in front of the screen, no matter how many times you've seen it. and you can't do anything about it
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jokin-around · 9 months
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what would gay ppl do without each other frankly?
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maddie-w-draws · 1 year
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fanart of my cat biting jason todd
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margotmilevaz · 1 year
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Hey everyone. Friendly reminder. It's probably time to wash your Big Hoodie. Throw it in with your laundry next time you run it. Peace n love
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anxious-lee · 29 days
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when your shy friend who only ever chuckles quietly at things finally giggles (and it's adorable)
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maxkirin · 1 year
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everybody:
me, talking about my OCs:
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audarcy · 16 days
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well your "sensitive white boy" was just arrested for impersonating home depot employees to steal generators
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Wally, eating cinnamon donuts: *lips puff up, throat starts closing, mouth and throat burns, tongue swells up*
Wally: ... wow that's crazy
Wally, still eating cinnamon donuts: Anyway-
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Magnus: *reading while cuddling Alex* Alex: what if I bit you right now Magnus: mm. I wouldn’t mind. Alex, shocked at that response: really? Magnus: *stickers out knuckle* Alex: heheheheh *nom*
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ya-zz · 8 months
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Ramattra Drabble
He looks up from his desk as he watches you fall onto his bed, face hitting the pillows below.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Far from it.”
The omnic turns in his seat. “Do you want to talk about it?”
There was silence in the room before you turn to look at him. “Yes.”
For once, he seems surprised. He puts his tablet down and fully turns, moving the chair closer to the bed.
“You have my attention.”
There was a slight hesitation as you started. “Memories from the past have come back… well- I guess it’s not a memory, more like a nightmare.”
Ramattra stays silent, arms crossing over his chest.
“It happened so long ago, but, it’s still fresh. I still remember. I don’t want to remember.” Tears prick your eyes. “I want to forget. I wish it never happened.”
“What… what happened to you?” He tilted his head, shoulders stiffening.
The hesitation from you was all he needed as he stood up and sat beside you, servos gently rubbing up and down your back.
“I suppose it makes sense.” He started. “While you did not show fear towards me, you still flinched. You were still hesitant.”
“It was never you. Never had been.”
“It took awhile for you to let me touch you.” His voice was calm before he states what you didn’t want to say. “You were attacked.”
A nod of agreement.
He pauses his movement monetarily. “I am sorry that happened.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”
“No, I know.” He pats your back, an indication he wants you to sit up. “Come here.”
You laid there for a moment longer before sitting next to him, head resting against his shoulder. Ramattra placed his hand on your arm, pulling you a little closer to him.
“You do not have to face it alone.”
“I always have done.” You sigh, feeling the tears spill. “You are the first I’ve told.”
“Did you not report it?” He asks.
“No… it took awhile for me to realise what had happened, and by that point… it was already too late.”
There was an anger building up inside of him but he doesn’t show it.
“I see.” His tone lowers. “You are brave for telling me.”
You hum in response, not knowing what to say.
“If I see the bastard, I will not hesitate to kill him.” His free hand balls into a fist.
“For once… I’d let you.” A slight, quiet laugh escapes you, though still evident in pain.
Ramattra chuckles, squeezing you against him as his hand rubs up and down your arm. He relaxes almost instantly.
“Anything for you, dear.”
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asukiess · 9 months
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a lighthearted story about adrien comforting a very hungover marinette
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perdvivly · 6 months
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> looking at my cat
> ask the cat if he is stinky or stonky
> he doesn’t understand |>pull out an illustrated diagram explaining what is stinky and what is stonky
> he laughs and says “I’m a good cat sir”
>he’s stonky
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Suptober 2023 Day 3: Inspired
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Becky Rosen’s heart was beating out of her chest seeing the name on the caller ID. How many times had she hoped and dreamed of this moment and yet now it was finally here she could barely believe it was happening.
Straightening her shoulders and attempting at poise she answered the phone as calmly as she could. “Hello Sam.”
“Becky.” Sam Winchester’s voice was not filled with the penitent longing of a man in the third act of a romcom, it was hard and cold, the voice of a man who was not going to spill forth a monologue about how he’d seen the light and come to realise she was the only woman for him.
“Hi Sam,” she tried again, “why are you… I mean, it’s lovely to hear from you after so long.”
“The story, take it down!”
Something twisted guiltily in Becky’s guts. “Sam I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, but she did. The fanfiction story about y/n meeting Sam Winchester in Las Vegas, a 4 day whirlwind romance and a wedding…
”You tagged it as being ‘inspired by true events’ Becky,” Sam said his voice incredulous and angry in her ear. “The chapel … the waffle iron… Dean… No one else knows those details, Becky! And it wasn’t inspired by anything, especially not true events. You drugged me, you tied me to a bed and shoved a sock in my mouth. Take it down … or… I’m telling Dean.”
Becky shuddered at the thought, Dean had put a gun to her head and said there were other ways to annul her marriage to his brother if she didn’t sign the paperwork.
“Okay, Sam. I’ll take the story down,” she said and heard the phone cut off and click dead in her ear.
Becky stared miserably at her computer screen, then sighed and clicked the button to delete her story.
It really wasn’t fair, she’d even tagged her story properly (something so many other authors didn’t do.) Her story had been just as ‘inspired by true events’ as all those stupid movies that claimed the exact same thing… So what if she’d left out the part with the love potion and the demon.
It had been so very painful to delete the one story which had earned more kudos than all her wincest stories…
Then it hit her, if Sam Winchester had read her Las Vegas wedding story… how many of her other stories had he read?
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limeghosty · 2 months
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Even the Maxwells are Lethal!
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t00nified · 2 months
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It's a daily occurrence
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howlingheretic · 1 year
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she skina on my ma til i rink *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER* she rink on my skina till i ma *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER* she ma on my skina till i rink *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER* she skina on my rink till i ma *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER* she
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