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uchiwife · 4 months
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Sasuke : “You're fucking my brother!?”
Sakura : “No, I'm making love to him.”
Sasuke : “How is that different!?”
Sakura looked him up and down, snapped her book shut, then sighed, : “Well…. I fucked Shikamaru.”
Sasuke : “You what!?”
She pinched his arm, annoyed: “Sasuke, focus. What I mean is, I fucked Shikamaru because I wanted to and because he's hot, but after that, it was over. The difference, my dear, is that I love your brother. I'm in love with him.”
Sasuke choked, looking at her with a bewildered expression: “SINCE WHEN!?”
Sakura : “Since I was eight.”
He frowned: “I thought it was me you loved back then.”
Sakura snorted: “yeah for approximately five minutes then my eyes met your brother's and I came back to my senses.”
Sasuke : “What's that supposed to mean?”
Sakura : “You're aware that you're very difficult to love, right? You're a hottie, Sasuke-kun, but I'd rather not get stuck in a closet with you. You'd find a way to turn the game "7 minutes in heaven" into an analytical session on ‘why this game is boring and makes no sense.’ All to cover up the fact that you don't actually know how to kiss!”
Sasuke blushed: “I know how to kiss!”
She smiled smugly : “I know, I'm the one who taught you how when we were 13.”
Sasuke: “Shut up, we swore we'd never talk about it!”
Sakura snickered.
A pause.
Then.
Sasuke: “So Itachi huh?”
Her eyes lit up instantly at the mention of his name and a soft smile grew on her lips, her cheeks pink: “Welcome to my family, Suke.”
Sasuke snorted : more like welcome to mine. Something tells me I'll be seeing a lot of you in the Uchihas' compound in the years to come.
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mrsensitive · 1 year
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I’m giggling so hard rn
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radkindoffeminist · 2 years
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THEY BLOCKED ME
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{Manga chapter 78}
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{Anime episode 05, season 02}
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cultrise · 5 months
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not sukuna’s nasty ass ending up in fucking court 😭
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hydebutnot · 4 days
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I felt that I need to do this
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thatsrightice · 1 month
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One of the really great command navigators, Stewart Gillison, decided after he finished his tour that he wanted to stay in England. I welcomed him into Group Headquarters as my chief assistant. I could trust him with briefings.
Stew was not your normal guy. Under the circumstances of war, none of us were exactly level on course, but Stew was really something. At night, when he went to bed, instead of turning out the light, he shot it out with his 45 revolver. The ceiling of his room looked like a sieve, and the batman had to put in a new bulb every day.
— Harry Crosby in his memoir, A Wing and a Prayer
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souryogurt64 · 11 months
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i think some high schooler got busted for plagiarizing one of my bandom essays today because i installed an IP tracker and i was wondering why like 3 different “board of education” networks were clicking around in there including one flagged as a superintendent and i was like Ok slay i guess we can have a little wentzross at work as a treat but then i saw that there were referrals from an anti plagiarism website 😭😭😭
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midnight-moth · 7 months
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Same anon, I cannot find that MRI but I low-key love how creepy disturbing the X-rays are thank you~
Well. I can’t post the link without it just showing a graphic image of MRI sex. But here you go, below the cut. This is more documentary style. There’s actually a diff one that just shows all kinds of things. It was part of a larger project by Dr. Pek Van Andel
youtube
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xarrixii · 23 days
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i'm giggling to myself
not only did i write about someone saving their homeland, getting murdered, and then being reborn ON EASTER
it's also transgender day of visibility and the character canonically can switch genders every time they die
my brain is like seventeen steps ahead of me at all times
linked here
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rebelatheartblog · 1 year
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meilas · 9 months
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🧀🧀🧀
Consider this a warning.
threatening me with cheese now, are you @brendadaaedestler? 😒😒😒
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anxious-witch · 5 months
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Another day, another google doc shaming me for swearing. Not that this fic is about religious trauma or anything-
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sbc-moved · 4 months
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Staci makes worst post ever, asked to leave her own discord server
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dizzyscabiosa · 1 year
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Real simmers who render their sims don’t actually write their account as a watermark in the middle of photo!! Don’t worry no one will steal your beginner cheap work ! Your sim looks like your face in a spoon LOOOLLL :D so damn getto
stay mad xx
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knowltonsrangers · 5 months
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I feel like taking Nathan Hale to historic Williamsburg/ any other “living history” museum is the the funniest concept ever- inaccuracies will definitely get scrutinised. I am imagining him lecturing a group of kids about the “true” way of life in the 1770s (the man was a teacher after all), while the museums workers stand amused.
You can count it as a request or just a fun headcanon.
Your hand grasps tightly around his wrist, your shoes scrambling for purchase against the dirt road, and yet you move nowhere. Nathan is completely still, jaw still somewhat unhinged at the sight, seemingly offended at something.
You wouldn’t dare ask him what.
“Nathan Hale, move it!”
“No…”
He sounds so entirely confused, as if the imaginary carpet had been ripped from under his feet.
“This? This is what you think is accurate?”
“I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t the one alive in the 1700’s!”
You hiss, now circling his other side to begin pushing on his shoulder, nudging him absolutely nowhere.
“This is appalling. I assumed it was some sort of jest. This…I can’t look away.”
Nathan is being entirely too dramatic, but his eyes can’t accept the fact that this is what they taught people, what life was like during his time. Horrific.
Only then does his eyes avert when he catches sight of a teacher beginning to teach a gaggle of children about what education was like in Revolutionary War times.
“Oh, don’t you dare,”
You follow his gaze, standing in front of him as if it would block the aforementioned subject.
“Please, y/n, it’s so wrong–“
You finally spin him around, marching him towards the next section of the museum.
“Not today Captain, not today.”
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