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somewherebetweenrage · 3 months
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when do you gaze at your soulmate
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when they're dancing you're not sure if they know you're there or not. you're not sure if it matters. you watch them sway to the music, watch as they twirl around and smile for no one but themselves. they're free and laughing. they're alive and vibrant. they're everything you might never be except when you're with them. so full of life it makes something in your chest tighten. there are frown lines at the corners of your mouth but your lips are smiling right now. rare. and often, only for them. they have light in their hearts and some days you fear the darkness in you might swallow it whole. but they'd never let you walk away. so make sure the darkness inside you keeps all the other monsters away from their tender heart.
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solarpunkani · 10 months
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Psst, hey.
Hey you.
Come closer.
Listen to what I'm about to say good and well, alright?
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b4kuch1n · 3 months
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post-drive sketch commissions fulfilled so far! for Cookie Nomie, A. Peake, @azaelyas, viviiyon on twitter, bxby_ashhh on twitter, tsunesama, @trucbiduleschouettes, and Anna.
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cubikzoa · 1 year
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Feeling like someone should run a similar sort of spambot generator that we get on Tumblr on Twitter. But it’s all Elon Musk bots with bootleg Elon profile pics and their posts and comments still sound like Elon, because let’s be fair, that’s easy bc he’s stupid and predictable.
Just, like, a billion different fake Elons and one real Elon like one giant game of spambot Among Us. Absolute chaos and desolation. The final squeaky rubber nail in the Twitter Clown Coffin.
I think he would be so absolutely infuriated he’d turn red and explode like a Looney Tunes character
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autisticburnham · 21 days
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Ya ever think about how Spock and Michael both time traveled away and ended up stranded from their loved ones, including each other?
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probablygayattorneys · 9 months
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how do you transfer a mayor
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litfeathers · 1 year
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The huntlosers, upon being asked what they are going to do after watching FTF:
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yeetlegay · 1 year
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IZZY!!!!!!! izzy have you noticed how becky kneaded freen's tiddy in the GAP eating pussy scene. HAVE YOU DARLING?? they did this for us im crying
I MISSED IT THE FIRST TIME BC I WAS HIGH-FIVING FIANCÉE AND SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS BUT REST ASSURED I NOTICED DURING THE REWATCH AND ALMOST FELL OFF THE COUCH
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Charlie: trips over slightly
Nick, rushing over: OH NO ARE YOU HURT YOU TORE YOUR JEANS LOVE, HERE TAKE MY JACKET, SHALL I GET YOU ANOTHER ONE WAIT I’LL GET ALL OF THEM JUST-
Michael: throws himself downstairs
Tori, watching from the top with a mug of diet coke: Do a flip next time
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plotted starter for @griim​ 
   It’s a testament to just how rusty he is at all of this that Erik doesn’t realise he is being followed until it’s been going on for two days. At least, he’s had that prickling on the back of his neck, the impulse to constantly check behind him for two days – who knows how long before that his pursuer picked up his tail?
   The mutant is not currently a wanted man. After the stunt he pulled with En Sabah Nur he expected prison or death – certainly he welcomed the latter – but instead Moira pulled some strings and fed the media some bullshit about him being a hero. As if he wasn’t the one who’d betrayed his friends and only came to his senses at the last minute, as if he’d been fighting the Egyptian god from the start. Erik doesn’t like lying, but this lie buys him freedom – something he hasn’t truly tasted in years – so he accepts without objection. 
   In doing so, however, he is left anchorless, wandering; home is gone and it cannot be reclaimed, and Westchester is not the place of rest and safety it once was. In time perhaps, Erik will find a new home, a new purpose. But until then he travels nomad-like from town to town, no possessions beyond what he can carry on his back, no steady employment, more nights spent under the stars than under a roof. Almost like how it used to be all those decades ago, back when life was simpler.
   “I know you’ve been following me.” Low words directed at the campfire by his feet, unwilling to shout into the growing darkness around him but easily loud enough for any observer to pick up on. The mutant isn’t afraid of his recently-acquired shadow, but neither is he inclined to pretend or pussyfoot around the issue. Erik is out here to be alone; the pursuit needs to end.
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peonypyxels · 10 months
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if u see me hyperfixating on the harvest moon release next week no u didn’t 👀
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monstersmashorpass · 5 months
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Hey-o, reminder when sending in suggestions, we have a format for those. PLEASE use it. It's in the pinned post.
Any fandom based ones have to have source material.
Thankfully, the ones that came in, we know, but it won't always be the case!
~ Ghoul ☢️
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deathfavor · 4 months
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@yeonban said: "that was a life lesson. i learned it the hard way." shalnark's voice is calm yet distant as he recalls the details of his death to kalluto; from kortopi's head in his hands, to the sharp pains felt moments thereafter... to the sensation of blood loss that felt akin to hours despite most likely only lasting a few minutes. he hadn't thought it would be possible for hisoka to revive himself if not gifted with a specialized nen in that regard, and so both he and kortopi had paid the price for the carelessness that came with that thought process.
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To any observer, they might be horrified at the words that come from the older, but Kalluto, as one would expect, shows little reaction to the gruesome details that was shared. After all, sometimes there were requests when it came to assassinations, at least in how it would be done. He was no stranger to such details. Yet - this is a new experience. He has not lot anyone close to him before and nor has he been on the receiving side of such news. He created death, not listened to its arrival on swift wings. He had no experience beyond being its herald.
He listens attentively to the insight.
He does not know how to comfort Shalnark. Even if he could, he doesn't know, or rather, he doubts that Shalnark would want such from him no matter how genuine Kalluto's intentions are. His eyes fall to his hands, characteristically silent for a long period of time. ( He is not sure what is worse - Shalnark's numb distance in his voice or that shrillness of his mother's shrieking over matters when she learned of something. )
I'm sorry feels inadequate for the moment. Not to mention, he is plenty aware of the fact that he has nothing to do with it.Shalnark was logical, Kalluto knew saying that might just earn a comment on that fact - or that this was just a lesson for Kalluto to learn from for the sake of the troupe. His hands curl around his war fan, the only sign that reveals his frustration at is inability to help or do something more for Shalnark. He wants to help. He just...doesn't know how. Comfort has never been something prominent in his life.
" I'll keep the lesson in mind. " Kalluto speaks softly, though there's steel even in the quietness. He can't change anything, but he can learn from it so the loss was not all in vain. The youngest of the troupe lifts his head to look towards Shalnark, caught at a loss for what more he can do. What more he should do. " How can I help? " Either with Shalnark, or Hisoka, or something else entirely - he didn't want to be useless or baggage.
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wellenklavier · 11 months
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oh christ i just realized im actually going on a 9 day roadtrip and ending up on the opposite side of the country. starting tomorrow (21st). hello ...
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carbondated · 2 months
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❝ No. Can't do that I'm afraid. My map, my rules! ❞ Stubborn as the day was long, once River Song's mind was set on something there was, unfortunately for everyone involved, no chance of changing it.
One arduous month's journey to recover the damn map and she was expected to what? Resign herself to wait in the wings while someone else swooped in to claim it from right under her nose? The very idea. She crossed her arms, settling back against that wall with a matter-of-fact sort of smile. ❝ Besides, we've only just met ... How do I know you'd honour that deal? ❞ @jeditrash ❤'d // accepting.
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probablygayattorneys · 11 months
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Dopest place in London 😎
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