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hellbrewed · 6 minutes ago
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* bijou in pj booty shorts that read 'hungry' across the ass, thank you.
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bybdolan · 6 minutes ago
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Bla bla celebrity culture is bad and toxic but also I had some of my best days on here virtually celebrating the birthdays of strangers whose music me n my mutuals love so maybe finding comfort in and feeling understood by an artist isn't always all that bad.
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seaprofound · 9 minutes ago
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reason why your muse should suddenly launch into the sky with po in their arms:
po’s screams are adorable ☺️
she’ll cling onto your muse for dear life 🥰
golden opportunity to sing a whole new world
reason why your muse should NOT suddenly launch into the sky with po in their arms:
she’ll try to strangle them afterwards 😌
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harahello · 9 minutes ago
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when google spellcheck says something isnt a word that i knOW is a word and have even googled to confirm it is a word,,,,,,,,,,,,,, pls. 
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gentlebcnes · 11 minutes ago
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im getting body aches and i genuinely can't tell if it's a tendinitis flare up, or because my time of the month is coming or bc of the vaccine 🙃
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fernadorned · 12 minutes ago
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// eyeballs deep in Castlevania rn so I’m giving Naru and @dapprcodes a break (I know I just made them alhkjshd; :’)))) ~
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brooklynislandgirl · 12 minutes ago
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@tangleweave  {{based off this prompt}}
The rare occasions that Beth manages to fall asleep ~coming out on top of her ever-waging war with insomnia~ it’s never very deep or restful. If it hadn’t been for Houdini who hunkered down at her feet and bristled his fur, hissing at the darkness of the hallway beyond her door, she might not have paid attention to the sounds that woke them both. As it was, she slid her legs out of bed and onto the area rug. Gathered a lavender satin bathrobe and pulled it on as she stood, to afford her some kind of modesty beyond the old, faded Damien Memorial School football jersey. It was her brother’s, but not the one he wore his senior year, which was enshrined in the Admiral’s house behind glass like a beloved relic. It still managed to brush her knees.
Her breath is shallow, every muscle tense, as she navigates past his old room and the front most guest bathroom into the wide open space that was living room, formal dining room, and kitchen. The apartment itself is ridiculously large, taking up the entirety of the fifth floor of her building. It had been handed down once a generation since before the second World War when the entire building was new and owned by the Riley family. She hadn’t changed a thing about it once it became her sole property.
There’s enough light coming in from the floor to ceiling windows, and the light she keeps lit above the stove. At first she’d hoped it was Jay, her best friend for over a decade, the first one she made on her own and upon arriving on the mainland. The woman had a key to the place and Beth wouldn’t begrudge her crashing on the couch for a night any more than she would mind Beth borrowing her Manhattan penthouse. But while Jay was much taller than Beth, she wasn’t so long legged that she had over a foot on Beth. Neither did she have shoulders that wide or the too early touches of frost that stand out amongst her dark hair. It could be that it was the distinct Van Dyke goatee and leonine features that gave her a clue.
Without a second thought, Beth held out a hand and summoned one of the exceptionally sharp kitchen knives before she registered that this was no handsome stranger breaking into her apartment with a mind for theft or something else far more unsavoury and Beth isn’t sure that she’s not disappointed that she isn’t about to be murdered in her bed.
When everything catches up to her, her eyes go wider than normal, her slack mouth parting. The knife clattered to the floor at her feet as the hand holding it flys to her chest, and she gasps. “Dr S... Stephen?” Beth had done her undergrad and med school at Columbia, and as a potential neurosurgeon in the Admiral’s footsteps, she’d known Stephen Strange as a mentor and the person to take her under his wing when she began her residency at NYH. He’d been the only person she’d talked to about quitting right before that residency, and getting her nursing degree. They may have lost touch after his accident, though she still sent the occasional email and cards at all the holidays.
Seeing him here, now, though, was a surprise and she’s not even sure why. 
When she moves, she forgets all about personal space and throws her arms around him, standing on tip toes to brush her forehead against his chin. And that’s when she smells it. That unmistakable odour of stale alcohol and detox sweat and she can help but shy away from it. Her admiration and respect both bail because they have better things to do. Like hide from the cat who is now glaring at the two of them from the arm of the couch. “Like for serious... were you run over by a Coors truck or some kine? An’...why....why ya breakin’ into my hale at...aftah midnight?”
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bloodyd · 13 minutes ago
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anyways, i’m curious but what time is it for y’all right now. it’s 11 pm for me :]
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daggerslesbian · 13 minutes ago
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one of the tattoo studios i go to had some surprise openings and emailed me if i wanted a slot and i’m like. i don’t need y’all tempting me like this i’m supposed to be saving money rn
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alexandriteobscura · 15 minutes ago
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((I'm so used to having Fridays off I can guarantee you that I'll have to actively remind myself that I work on that day. Ugh.))
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vxidlight · 18 minutes ago
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My dog is mad that I left him to go to the doctor. He's making sure he's in the corner of my eye so that I always see him but he pulls away when I pet him or give him attention. -.-
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bighooker · 18 minutes ago
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Ay so judging by what I’m seeing we’re all just gonna be making Titanfall blogs yeah? When’s the party? I can host it
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tofsvip · 18 minutes ago
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having nasty little narratology thoughts about tma
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loisjoanne · 20 minutes ago
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revamping time everyone ignore <3 
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lcvewascruel · 20 minutes ago
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all this itty bit knows how to do is go uwu over arthur and take care of plants
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prettyplaces · 21 minutes ago
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psa: this blog is gonna become a malyen oretsev stan blog come friday
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amhohwa · 27 minutes ago
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sorry in advance if i am dead to the world this weekend, i’ll be busy binging shadow and bone o__o
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