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touchlikethesun · 18 days
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if you told kageyama and hinata that they could improve their timing and strengthen their hitter/setter bond by kissing they would immediately start making out. even if they weren’t interested in the other like that at all before, those boys would do anything for volleyball
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saetoru · 1 year
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bro loving a character is so embarrassing like they will do the most normal things and i’ll sit there and squeal to myself talking bout how adorable that is like girl u are EMBARRASSING get a grip
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benevolenterrancy · 3 months
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I'm reading bk6 and have just met ghostfire!Hua Cheng. i am enamoured...
feng xin and mu qing are trying to be supportive of xie lian's bizarre new castle but they're drawing the line at the evil little fire demon that seems to hate absolutely everyone except xie lian
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xdeath-by-poisonx · 4 months
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..•°♡°•..
Husk, knocking on Angel's bedroom door: "Hey, Angel, open up. I got a big package for you."
Angel, running to the door wearing nothing but their red lingerie only to find Husk standing there holding a large box: "ABOUT FUCKIN' TIME- .. wait, what the fuck is that?"
Husk: "... your package?"
Angel:
Husk:
Angel: "Ya know what, Husk? Fuck you."
..•°♡°•..
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morganbritton132 · 1 year
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For the tiktok saga, has Eddie ever been invited to the Met Gala? And would he go? I feel like Steve might be more into it than Eddie, but maybe if there was a cool theme that year where he could wear something crazy? What do you think?
I definitely think that Steve would be more into it than Eddie, but not because Steve is more into fashion. He just likes to judge people.
One year Eddie’s manager tells him that he’s been invited to the Met Gala and asks if he wants to accept the invitation. Eddie, who only vague knows what the Met Gala is through Steve, is like, “Sure, why not?”
He mentions it to Steve a couple days later and says that he’ll try to get him a ticket if he wants. Steve is like, “…You do know those tickets are like, thirty-five thousand dollars, right?”
Eddie says, “…Excuse me?” and promptly finds out that they are nonrefundable too.
So, Eddie attends the Met Gala.
He specifically attends the 2018 Met Gala where the theme is Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination and definitely commits some kind of sin when he shows up as a literal crucifixion.
Specifically, his own.  
The year previous, Hawkins High named their new music room after him and it has pissed him off ever since because Eddie was crucified by that town. They hunted him down with the intention of killing him and no one in that town ever said sorry.
So, Eddie showed up at one of the biggest events of the year wearing an exact replica of the outfit that he’d been wearing during Spring Break of ’86. His leather jacket was water damaged and his Hellfire t-shirt was shredded and torn like it’d survived an animal attack.
He paid a very talented practical effects artist to make his scars look like they had been torn open and were bleeding and then to up the Catholic Imagery and to piss off a few more people, he did the whole crown of thorns and holes in the hands.
He wrote ‘Fuck Hawkins’ around the holes.
He made the local news channel in Hawkins and Eddie was not invited back the next year. He was pleased.
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nicoscheer · 14 days
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chris_bloodfilms Met my hero on a train.
This story is long so scroll if you cba reading.
It's 2005, a band explodes on MySpace. They're dressed like you and their lyrics are a mirror to your life.
Bleeding heck, who the fuck are the Arctic Monkeys?
After 19 years on repeat it's now 2024. Myself and @conor_bloodfilms are travelling back from Paris.
We arrive at Gare Du Nord and Duffy stops in his tracks. He whispers to me "I think that's Alex Turner."
"F**k off!" | immediately reply. I gaze over at a guy wearing a leather jacket with long brown hair, his face adorned with aviators. We should probably stop staring as it's getting weird, sexually and aggressively weird.
Turns out it is bloody Alex Turner, the man who's provided the soundtrack to my life! He strolls past and disappears into the Parisian platform crowd. A missed opportunity.
We board our train back to London. We look to our left and there's Alex. Sitting in his seat accompanied by a notepad. He's probably writing the next Arctic Monkeys hit "Two gawping pricks on a train". We really need to stop staring.
I tell Duffers I'm going in, he stops me. Reminds me that I'm a fully functioning adult and not to create a scene. Christ, he's right! I feel like I'm 15 years old again, someone get me a Strongbow and whack Dancing Shoes on, kin hell lad!
Eventually myself and Con engage, it's a surreal experience. Alex is polite and returns conversation in a soft friendly manner. The whole situation is just bloody lovely.
I awkwardly ask if I can take his portrait, fully aware that it could result in an awkward exchange and destroy this wonderful moment. He smiles and obliges, he's effortlessly cool, asks for direction and I take a few snaps.
We disembark the train, I felt quite emotional and that's embarrassing to admit. Maybe it was the jet lag, the caffeine and croissant overload? Or maybe it was just the rekindling of my youth.
This all might sound trivial, however, for me these portraits are deeply personal serving a reminder that life is a series of fortunate events and when fully appreciated can conjure up some pretty awesome memories.
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mobiused · 11 months
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vivikhvv: 🤍
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strangersatellites · 2 years
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every time i see a post about steddie dressing up as each other for halloween, i can’t help but think about the way that eddie in steve’s clothes would look like a total dweeb. but steve in eddie’s clothes would be so hot and so confident and so cool and eddie would be so butthurt about it that he didn’t speak to him all night.
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blackgoddesssworld · 24 days
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You guys need to grow up.... it's really not that deep
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thenwhatthefukcisthis · 2 months
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one fine day, eames learns the phrase “lean mean fighting machine” and refuses to call arthur by anything else for a good month.
obviously, he aims to woo arthur but fails by a mile cause OF COURSE the only word arthur zeroes on is “mean” and refuses to meet the forgers eyes in the said month.
safe to say no productive dream thievery was done for a total of thirty days
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2hoothoots · 1 year
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penny for your thoughts?
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yutaleks · 18 hours
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Wanna be balls deep in megumi and watch him get all squirmy and flustered when I tell him I’m gonna get him pregnant
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thescrumptiousstuffs · 7 months
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Domestic boyfriends 🤭
Only Friends, Episode 10
14/10/2023
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homeless202 · 8 months
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no home being uncomfortably realistic yet again
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ovisiphorus · 2 months
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I know this person thinks they’re the protagonist, but they genuinely sound like a fucking freak. Bitch, what are you fucking jawing about? Yeah. COVID did a number alright. A number on you…
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sashimiyas · 1 year
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NIBBLY ONES
yes! feel like sakusa like those kinds the best even if he won’t willingly admit it.
he likes to pout, a cutesy pinched expression, and of course it’d be negligent of you to not give it any attention. you pull the plump of his bottom lip between your front teeth and let it go just as quickly.
he has to ask you why you did that, all quiet and a little pettish but that’s only because you’ve got his heart skittering and he secretly wants you to do it again.
so you peck the corner of his mouth, line his cupid’s bow with the point of your tongue, and finally kiss him full on, pulling in the bottom of his lip with your teeth and sucking it swollen.
sakusa’s hands finally have the courage to leave the confines of his jacket pockets, tentative but eager to wrap around your waist to pull you in. before he can, you separate with a loud smack. and he’s this prettiest sight, pink and puffy, bent forward and blinking bc he can’t process how amazing it felt, how he achingly needs more, and why you’d even stop to begin with.
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