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frownyalfred · 1 year
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the shopping list from hell, AKA what Alfred has to deal with every 5-7 business days
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sisterkosho · 1 year
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Never forget that La Squadra canonically had a group chat together.
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thequeenofsarcaasm · 19 days
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Guys, if you see this, please reply with the first Latin American country that comes to your mind (excluding Mexico)
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saikyo-rat · 2 years
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Quiet everybody
Their having a group chat
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kicktwine · 10 months
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Every time Tataru waves at me I put my controller down and wave back
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dindjarindiaries · 2 years
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Good morning everyone, don’t forget to think about Din Djarin today
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ow-anteater · 2 years
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Pspspsps don’t be shy pspsps come here ‘’overwatch 2 new voice lines’ video from esteemed YouTube channel ‘overwatch interactions’’ pspspsps it’s safe now you can come out pspspspspsps
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shyrule · 1 year
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i think silver is mad at me/pos <3
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tightjeansjavi · 1 year
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Hello and good morning/evening to y’all :)
This has been something on my mind for quite some time and I really would like to shed some light on the topic and discuss it.
I have been actively writing Joel Miller fan-fiction since mid February. I had no idea that it would turn into something that I’ve become deeply passionate about.
With this, I have begun to realize that as an author, and as a writer, I have to make sure my work is inclusive for ALL. Especially in anything I write that is Joel x reader based.
I realize that there is a ton of white coded/washing language that can be found in reader fics and I will say right now, I am guilty of this as well.
ie: blushing/flushing, red marks/bruises, running fingers through one’s hair etc.
I don’t want my readers to feel like they are excluded from my work. In my private life, I am very much an activist for human rights. I consider myself to be an ally to POC and the LGBTQIA community. I am pro-choice and pro-women. I am the furthest thing from being conservative and I am not afraid to show it.
So why shouldn’t my work reflect my personal views? I plan on going through each of my reader based works and editing any white coded language that is present.
I am sincerely sorry if I have made any of you feel excluded from my work. I will be actively making sure that my Joel x Reader pieces are inclusive.
If there is anything I can do to help make you all feel included, and show you that this is a safe place, please do not hesitate to message me.
I appreciate all of you that have been actively enjoying my writing and interacting with me, and my stories.
Have a wonderful day ♡ ♡ ♡
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katelfiredemon · 9 months
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I need to learn how to crochet
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voluntaryvictim · 1 year
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i need to find idkhow’s cover of just a girl during visitation i will find it
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eyelinerdean · 11 months
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does anyone have a blank destiel meme template. preferably good quality
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If I don’t get polls soon I’m throwing hands with @staff
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disasterhimbo · 8 months
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Where’s the 9/11 furry post
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yesterdayiwrote · 1 year
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I don’t know about the Colin cake can you explain??
Colin the Caterpillar is possible one of the most ‘British’ things out there.
M&S is a British department store that also sells food. In the British Supermarket tier system, it is your top tier. They sell a kids birthday cake that is a chocolate Swiss roll, covered in hard chocolate with a white chocolate face stuck on the front. They made him into a character and they called him Colin. If you got a Colin the Caterpillar cake as a kid, it was a big deal.
Thing is M&S cake is actually really good and now the people who wanted Colins as kids are all grown up and still wanting Colins for nostalgia’s sake and so it’s not such much a kids cake anymore as just a really popular yet overpriced birthday cake.
Colin is so popular now that M&S have released a whole range of ‘Colin’ branded food. There’s jumbo Colin (which is what George got - £45 for a cake that serves 40!) there’s mini colins, there’s Colin spread, Colin gummies, I got a Colin brownie mix for Xmas, and there’s the BEST Colin product - the Colin cake jar which is just cake, buttercream, ganache and chocolate chips mixed in a pot together and it is DIVINE and better than the actual Swiss roll imo.
Colin is so popular now that he has a girlfriend called Connie (the same but with pink sprinkles) and every UK supermarket has their own version with their own name, like Clyde, Wiggles, Cuthbert, Curly etc… but Colin is the OG. Colin has even taken the other caterpillar cakes to court to prove he is the OG (no that’s not even a joke).
Basically Colin is a legend, (along with Percy Pig, who is M&S’s character from their blackcurrant and raspberry foam gummy’s). If you get a true, legit Colin rather than a cheap knockoff, then you are an incredibly lucky person. It is a top tier supermarket cake.
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padfootastic · 2 years
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on to the Prongsfoot Propaganda™️ now. james and sirius. generational habits + love & comfort + friendship. also, pet names.
Darling, pt. 2
part 1.
It became a thing after that. Sirius never cried easily—that one night being an outlier—but that didn’t mean he didn’t brood. Because he did—he was…quite adept in the whole thing, really.
And whenever he did, whether it be in his four poster, or on top of the Astronomy Tower, or through the latch in their dorm—James would be there, armed with his blankie and increasingly, tea.
The first time that happened, Sirius was hiding lounging behind a suit of armour, crammed into a little opening hidden from sight. It was just after the Welcoming Feast in their third year, and Regulus was Sorted into Slytherin.
Sirius wasn’t surprised by that—his little brother was a snake through and through, for good or bad, but he didn’t realise it would make such a big difference in their relationship. He’d always thought that he had reassured Reggie that they would always be brothers first, Hogwarts students second—but it seemed like he had other ideas, for as soon as the Hat had screamed ‘SLYTHERIN!’ (which was about three seconds after being dropped on his tiny head), Reg had darted straight to his table without even peeking a glance towards Sirius.
That- That in itself might’ve been fine, but the way he actively avoided eye contact, stubbornly keeping his eyes on the ground, for the entire time after til they’d left for their dorms—yeah. Sirius could see their bond fraying, far more than it had in the last two years since he’d been sorted into Gryffindor, and he didn’t know what to do about it.
Sirius might have some serious issues with their family, and Slytherin, but Regulus was his baby brother and he would never dream of leaving him behind.
He’d just never considered that he might be the one left behind.
So here he was, slumped back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest, mind running in circles looking for a solution—for anything that could make this better.
As if the universe had heard his thoughts, the sound of shuffling feet and a ‘good heavens!’ came through the hallway. Sirius rolled his eyes, knowing only James Potter could curse like someone’s eighty year old grandmother in this entire school. Well, him and McGonagall but it didn’t seem likely that she shuffled her feet.
So his best mate it was.
“Sirius?”
He debated answering for a second—surely, if he stayed quiet, he could avoid this…confrontation altogether?
“Sirius!”
Never mind. He’d clearly suffered a momentary lapse in judgement if he thought he could silent treatment James into leaving something alone.
He sighed. “In here.”
A momentary pause, and then the footsteps travelled closer until they stopped right outside the tiny entrance to the passageway.
“How’d you even fit in there?” Came James’ incredulous voice.
“It’s called skill.”
“Or, it’s your gangly limbs and freaky contortionist habits.”
“Yikes, what’s with the personal attacks?” Sirius blinked at his friend, who’d finally managed to fit himself in the narrow space. His eyes narrowed at the covered—something in his hands.
“Don’t mind me,” James winced. “I just had to run all the way up to the dorms, and then all the way down to kitchens and then find you, so I’m a bit wiped out.”
“And just why did you have to do all that?” Sirius asked suspiciously, gaze still on the hidden package.
“To get this, of course!” And with a dramatic flourish, he revealed his burden.
James’ blankie—big surprise there—and a…tea set?
Sirius looked at James, hoping his face was enough to convey all the questions swirling in his head.
“There’s nothing tea can’t make better,” James announced solemnly, “Plus I brought your favorite!”
Sirius wasn’t sure chai had the capacity to make him feel better right now, but he appreciated the effort.
“Is that something your mum told you?” He snarked, but accepted the cup nonetheless, letting the comforting aroma of ginger and cardamom surround him. If nothing else, at least he had this wonderful concoction in hand.
“Is she wrong?”
And a too-nosy-for-his-own-good best friend, of course. Sirius thought about being a little shit for the sake of it, but James hadn’t done anything to get an earful. In fact, he was the only one who consistently helped. So he shook it off—that unnervingly cat-like urge to unsheathe claws he didn’t have and hiss—and merely took a sip of his tea.
So there they sat in silence, until the pot was emptied and the single blankie wasn’t enough to ward off the chill seeping into their bones from being pressed against the stone floor. By then, Sirius felt considerably better, at least enough that his thoughts weren’t in a depressing spiral anymore.
“Jamie,” he called. James was a few steps ahead of him, carefully balancing the tray with the pot and the cups, but he stopped the second he heard his name being called. “Thanks.”
James waited until Sirius caught up with him before pressing a clumsy kiss to his cheek, having to manoeuvre around the tray and the blankie wrapped around Sirius’ shoulders.
“I’ll take care of you, darling, don’t you worry.”
It didn’t sound as awkward as it did the first time, but that was perhaps because of Sirius getting used to his James’ speech.
The way it immediately made him feel better, however, was unchanged.
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