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bombshelllblonde · 1 month
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listen
i LOVE LOVE LOVE love like ghosts as much as the next person
but
am i the only person who hears kermit the frog singing when Ben says
“all the spirits that i know i saw
🐸 do you see no ghosts in me at all 🐸”
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myfriendgoo94 · 7 months
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another selfie dump
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andreehanart · 2 years
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✨princess yue✨
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ravelqueen · 9 days
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I LOVE
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SOMA
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SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH
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LIKE!!!
look at him!!! hes so pretty and cute and also so fucking dumb, i adore him
ciel goes : this is a secret so OF COURSE the first thing to do is to be as obvious as possible i would die for you Soma Kadar
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lyrimi · 7 months
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Hmmm…
Frankly indescribable how difficult attending university is when you’re disabled tbh .
Even with a laundry list of accommodations and hundreds of dollars in mobility/other aids, I can hardly keep my head above the water, and my pain and fatigue is off the charts.
Anyways ,, if you’re able-bodied and use resources deliberately put in place/necessary for physically disabled students you actually suck soooo hard and I promise you’re making someone’s already impossible day even more difficult.
Cut it out!
<3
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theproblemcallednight · 6 months
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guess whos not doing their hwwwwwwww
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anyways. sigma in hoshikawa's style?? kinda?? the proportions, eyes, and shading are fine but the way they do hair is over my head. anyways hope this is good enough
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royxrizafan · 8 days
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Not Dead Yet went from being a hidden gem to nearly unwatchable?? Like the ghosts have been so sidelined you could basically lift them from any episode without changing a thing; the Edward/Lexi pairing has been nauseating; it seems like they want to make this a workplace comedy but the side characters honestly aren’t strong enough to carry the show in that genre; I WANT MORE CRICKET 😭
Nell’s growth feels totally stunted (probably bc the ghosts are so absent) and I’d be lying if I said her dynamic with Edward wasn’t a huge part of the show’s appeal, so the total loss of that his season has felt really tangible.
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rosesfromslashers · 1 year
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Deep Ellum - Chop Top Sawyer x Reader
I've fallen down the TCM pipeline and I can't get out. Plz send help. Sorry if my writing comes off as a lil rusty! I'm in the process of teaching myself how to write again.
CW: Kind of a dark fic! Drunk reader, Chop Top to the rescue in his own special way (aka kidnapping), so be prepared for yandere vibes. Referenced stalking. Nothing explicit. Reader has she/her pronouns and is referred to as a girl.
They ditched you.
They fucking ditched you.
You're trying so hard not to cry, but with the alcohol coursing through your blood stream, it's hard not to let your emotions get to you.
Surely they didn't mean to. I mean, maybe it was your fault. You try to remember if you were the one who broke away from the group - maybe you took a wrong turn, or something caught your eye, or maybe you went into a different bar and forgot to call after your friends. But you're not that fucked up, right? But no matter how hard you dig into your memories, it's like they never even existed.
And that's when it hits you.
You're alone, in a wild part of Dallas - a place you've never been to - wandering around Deep Ellum after dark. And as your lack of memory serves, you've been blacking in and out three ranch waters in on an empty stomach, because your new friends said you should have one more. When in Texas and all that yeehaw bullshit.
Fuck.
You're in a dangerous spot, drunk off your ass to the point of swaying. There's nobody around on the street you've found refuge on, just lines of cars up and down the sides of the road. And judging by the ache in your head, your brain could decide to turn itself off again at any minute.
So you cry. The drunk tears just start to flow and you become aware of just how sloppy you look, crying on a street corner in a mini skirt, boots, and a shitty cowboy hat on a cold Texas night. God, it just makes it worse.
Then nothing. You try to form memories, to keep track of where you are and what you're doing but you just CAN'T.
Then something briefly snaps you back. The rumble of a truck. A soft denim jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. A slight Southern twang with almost a boyish charm and excitement saying you'll be alright, "I've gotcha," an arm around your shoulder to steady you and the rumble of that truck growing closer. Wait, did this person just... smell your hair?
You can't form images, but you can feel and hear faintly, like everything is ten miles away.
And just like that, it's over, and you're concious (and panicked) enough to know that you're in a stranger's truck going God knows where.
You're too scared to look at the driver. To see who it is that would snatch a drunk girl off the side of the road. You're positive that you're going to end up dismembered in a ditch by sunrise.
"I-I've never brought a girl home for dinner!"
You blink, keeping your eyes focused out the window.
"I-in the traditional sense, a-anyways."
You sit in shaking silence.
"It's okay. I know you're p-plastered. We'll be there in 30 and I'll let you sleep it off."
"Where are you taking me?" You ask, trying your damndest to not sound so scared, but it comes out as a squeek.
"Come on baby," he says, "look at me."
You do, and a sense of recognition floods through you.
It's the guy. THE GUY. The one from the record shop you stopped in yesterday. The weird one with the shaggy black hair and the vest and sunglasses and the pin that gave you a laugh when you saw it. Something about sitting on a happy face? It doesn't matter now. Because he's glancing from the road, eyes burning behind purple shades.
"'Member me? I sure do remember you!" He sounds so excited.
"You look real pretty when you cry, i-if you don't mind me saying."
"I kind of do," you whisper.
"Speak your mind! Ya know, I have this theory that nowadays people are just so scared of open communication and-"
He starts to go off on a tangent, but there's just too much going on for you to process that right now.
He's still rambling as he takes an exit onto a dark road.
"Please don't kill me!" You find yourself pleading. He laughs.
"Y/n, I ain't gonna kill ya." How does he know your name? "In fact, I think my family's gonna love you!"
"Y-your family?" You try and piece together as much as your inebriated brain will let you.
"Yeah! You've got my baby brother Bubba, my older brother Drayton, and my twin Nubbins. I really can't wait to introduce you to Grandpa!" Your head is spinning.
"T-they're gonna be real proud of me. None of them have brought a girl home before." He sighs almost dreamily. "I won't let 'em touch a hair on your head. You're all mine."
Okay, so his family is A) dangerous, and he is B) insane. Perfect.
You're never drinking again.
His hand finds your knee, you try to recoil but there's no where to go.
"I know what you're thinking. We're moving real fast, I'm aware of that. I mean, I didn't even say hi yesterday!"
"But I know we're just gonna be just perfect. Good thing I was following you tonight. Something real bad could've happened." Yeah, like getting abducted.
"But Chop's gotcha now, and you won't have to worry about a thing."
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l0v3sickl0s3r · 3 months
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forgot to tell y’all ‘tis my b-day today :3 please tell me i’m funny n shi i crave validation
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blamemma · 7 months
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today is the day.
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icemankazanksy · 2 years
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icemav headcanon pt.1
Mav is a blusher and Ice likes it a lot.
Pt.1
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"You know Mav", Ice turned to him as the training debriefing started, "that was a pretty smooth move up there." Maverick smiled at him, a blush creeping onto the apples of his cheeks, "Thanks." He turned away, embarrassed that even just a compliment from his classmate brought that god-awful rouge to his face. Thinking about it only made it worse, the tips of his ears turning pink. Ice noticed, keeping his eyes on the brunet.
"Damn, what's got you looking like that?" Slider joined the two, sliding into the closest seat. His eyes flickered between Ice and Mav, who he had watched from a distance as they conversed.
"Probably the heat," he grinned, "always seems to follow me around." Ice rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.
"Oh you shut up you," Slider retorted.
It took a while for the blush to disappear from Maverick's face, and by the time they had hit the showers and returned to their living quarters, it was all Ice could think about. There was something that sparked deep inside of him, though he couldn't put a finger on it.
Despite his internal conflicts, he made it his mission to make that cocky motherfucker blush as much as he could. He winked. He got up and close, leaning in slightly before pulling away. And sometimes, just sometimes, he would praise the other pilot. As much as he despised Maverick's clear ego problem, it was perhaps the most effective way.
It took not even two weeks for a confrontation. From Slider. It was a few days after he had switched his and Mav's shirts, just to see him blush when Ice pointed it out.
"You know Ice, I'm not sure what's going on, but you've been going out of your usual ways to tease Maverick," they were walking to their quarters, "And before you say anything, I'm all for teasing him and getting on his nerves because I hate his guts sometimes, but you're going far man."
"It's all just a little fun isn't it?" Ice chuckled.
"Yeah but switching your shirts? You know, with all that DADT talk, the others could build suspicions."
"I'm not gay Slider."
"I know, I know, I just want you to be safe, I'm your RIO after all."
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idk abt yall but these bitches gay asf
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eeejay · 1 year
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Hi
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Astarion: The party's tonight, what should we wear?
Gale: I hope you have fun, but I will not be there.
Astarion: You're staying in again?!
Gale: Yeah! My social battery's low! So low! Yeah, I simply don't want to go! I'm too anxious to socialise!
Astarion But it's your birthday party!
Gale: My bed is where I'm happy, my bookshelf is my friend-
Astarion: All your friends will be there.
Gale: I love rereading classics 'cause I know what happens in the end!
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todo-morira · 1 year
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"He had a racist mod!"
You're so right! That is a valid complaint! As an indigenous man, that would hurt too if i watched his content. Tell me, why didn't I hear about Dream giving George a Trump flag for Christmas from you? Wasn't that one of the largest dt events since it was the first holiday spent as a group? Just curious.
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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 months
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I wish this chapter could just be done already! How dare I have to write it??
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