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#who was it in primary school
gouinisme · 10 months
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aro-aizawa · 8 months
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i like to think everyone has a colour associated with them, whether its just your fave colour or what you generally wear most of or what colour your bedroom walls are. i always associate the name sophie with dark blue, my mum is always a nice turquoise, i like to think my colour is a bright sunflower yellow.
if you have a specific shade pls tell me i adore when ppl have associated colours and tell me them, bc i think of them when i see that colour
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cla0chlaithe · 3 months
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(by class__art on tiktok! )
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For David Tennant’s next role, he’s embodying a closeted preteen testing the gay waters with fuck ugly corporate-approved K-Mart hoodies
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communistkenobi · 7 months
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there are valid reasons to have an antagonistic relationship to academic scholarship, but those reasons are overwhelmingly not raised in graduate classrooms, where students instead bitch about theory in general, jargon in general, making them sound ultimately like conservatives, who view any attempt to systematically account for social phenomena as a form of useless intellectual degeneracy
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marlinspirkhall · 9 months
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I just saw a poll about variations of childhood games, which reminded me that there was a small maze painted onto the floor of my school playground where we used to play “Dalek tag” (the daleks can't shoot around corners, but they can fly around the outside of the maze and phase through walls. They can't shoot while they're phasing through walls and are vulnerable to being attacked by players while they do so. If a player successfully lands three hits on a dalek, they turn human again. If you get shot you become a dalek).
We also used to play "line tag" where you could only run along the straight lines of the basketball court (kinda like the floor is lava, I guess). You could step off the lines to go around/overtake other players.
Apparently we later introduced variations of dalek tag where you could "shoot down" the walls, and anywhere the paint was chipped was a "gap" you could shoot through.
I vaguely recall earlier variations where people were eliminated from the game instead of becoming daleks, but the game was essentially just one big group of kids going "yes, and" for an hour so it got more complex over time. For some reason, line tag- played on a much larger area- never did.
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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ur stucky shit is so good love u so much hope u have a great week
I had stucky bouncing around in my head today and I just need to talk about it 😩 And I hope you have a great week too!!
I really love the thought of mutual masturbation that dissolves into a threesome with Steve and Bucky. Like maybe you're all roommates? The three of you are more than aware that you all have needs and since you're attracted to each other, it almost just makes sense to get off together every now and again.
It's so much better like that anyway, getting to see those two beautiful men, stroking their own cocks while they watch you trail your fingers from your little fluttering hole to your throbbing clit.
"That feel good, angel?" Steve teases with a lazy smirk on his face, his strokes slowing down because he wants this to last. Whoever gets off first tends to get teased by the other two for having no self control and he's determined that it won't be him tonight. In all honesty, it's usually you.
"It's so good." You groan, rubbing tiny, well practiced circles over your own sensitive clit.
"It looks like it feels good. But then again, you were needy today. Bet you were thinking about this all morning. Got yourself all wet and messy before we had even started." Bucky wasn't wrong but it was hard to focus on anything he was saying with the thick droplet of precum rolling slowly down his shaft. You were desperate to taste it. Desperate to get on your knees in front of him and lap it up. But that's not a scenario you should be imagining. Not if you're trying to last.
"Some of these days you're gonna need more than just your own fingers, won't you, honey?" Steve's cock throbbed in his hand and you couldn't help but imagine the weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel to have him hitting the back of your throat.
"I'm surprised she hasn't given in already. Spent all this time showing us just how she likes to be touched. It's almost like she thinks we haven't picked up how to do it right." Bucky's eyes tear away from your glistening cunt, watching your expression carefully for any sign of discomfort at the turn this was taking.
Instead, you just looked even more blissed out and both men seemed to delight in that.
"Always wanted to taste you, doll. Not fair that you're the only one that gets to play with that pretty little pussy." Bucky was the first to move, taking your wrist gently to guide your fingers to his mouth and groaning pathetically as his hot, wet mouth engulfed them.
"You're missing out, Buck." Steve mumbled, settling between your spread legs and kissing up the inside of your bare thighs towards your soaked, neglected core. "Fuck, you're so easy to enjoy." He trailed the tip of his tongue so gently from your hole to your clit and it became difficult to focus on anything other than the two eager, insistent mouths on your skin.
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thefloatingwriter · 10 months
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James and Barty were each other’s first crushes, and only Peter knew.
James nor Barty even noticed the way they acted around each other. But Peter did.
He saw the way James unconsciously ran a hand through his unkept hair when Barty approached. He saw Barty arranging himself “cooler�� (e.g. leaning against a wall, etc) when he noticed James.
Peter never got to tell either of them.
He found it funny at first. But after the two of them started at Hogwarts and started, slowly, unconsciously, growing apart. Peter didn’t know what would help. If anything would help.
He kept it under lock and key. He never said anything.
He talked to Barty even after James severed ties with him. Just because James was one of his best mates didn’t mean he had to do everything he did.
Sometimes, he wondered what would happen if he had told them. If that would make them grow together once again, or if he would just make the space between them worse.
Peter thought of both of them as he died, his silver hand tightening on his throat as James’ face floated across his mind.
He didn’t deserve to think of him, and he tried to push it away. But after a brief fight with his own mind, he gave himself the tiniest bit of mercy. He was dying. Might as well think of all of his life regrets with the last seconds of his being.
Thinking of Barty hurt less. Barty had made his choice. It was the wrong choice, yes, but it wasn’t Peter’s fault. That disgusted him to think about, but so did the majority of his thoughts these days.
Only one thought came to the forefront of his mind.
He never got to tell them.
They would never know.
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elitadream · 5 months
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Hi! I hope you don’t mind me asking, did you go to art school or were you self taught? Do you recommend taking art classes and if so do you have any recommendations? Also if you don’t mind my asking, what got you into drawing in the first place? I hope you’re having a good day!
Hello! :D I don't mind at all! 😊
Also I did study art! My first program was more of a general introduction where I got to try out a ton of different mediums and techniques, whereas my second one was entirely specialized and focused on the 2D aspect. 🤓
I was aways deeply fascinated by drawing, and would skim through my old illustrated books all the time when I was a kid. Being able to create the illusion of life and movement through simple lines and colors was to me like a sort of cryptic magic, and I remember I had a galaxy brain moment the very first time I realized that traditionally animated movies were actually thousands upon thousands of separate drawings shown in rapid succession! 🤯😄
I learned many things through trial and error by experimenting on my own as well when I was younger, and gradually coming up with an approach that felt both comfortable and natural to me. But going to art school was what pushed said approach a little further and allowed me to significantly improve it. 🎨
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turtletoria · 1 year
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get a little sill-ay
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saturnisfallingdown · 3 months
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fandom autopsies done by people who weren't on the front lines actively consuming and interacting always befuddle me. not because i believe it's super hard to summarize a fandom after its peak through solely outsider research but because actually i do kind of believe that
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brakingpoint · 9 months
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the second funniest part of yesterday was when ticktum did the first overtake of the race after several laps behind the safety car, two red flags, and several more laps of everyone tiptoeing around in formation because of the conditions. genuinely the loudest and most unanimous cheer i have ever heard for dan ticktum in my life
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crayonurchin · 3 months
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Doing between 3-5 birthday parties every weekend means I get to see a lot of different people doing different types of parties, and this includes Instagram style parties.
For the record as long as the kids are happy and safe, do whatever the hell you want. It literally doesn't matter just give the kid a happy birthday and everything else is irrelevant.
However if you are prioritising how your party looks to others over your kiddo on their special day, then it's a problem.
The frustration I feel over kids in expensive outfits who can't play incase they get dirty, or kids being torn away from games I'm running to take a thousand photos with their parents friends, or kids who clearly don't like whatever theme the parents chose yet the parents doesn't care because the party is more for their followers than their baby, is immense. I can't say anything, all I can do is try to make sure the birthday kiddo is having some fun.
But here's the fun revenge.
I have gone to so many 'white' and 'beige' aesthetic parties. You'll have seen them, all white aesthetic that looks amazing in pictures but is depressing as hell at a 6 year olds birthday party. There is an infamous set of white ball pits and white bouncy castles and white soft play that I constantly see rented out for these events.
You know what's great about those all white rentals? It takes one kid with a runny nose to make every picture of that bouncy castle look nasty. You know what my job is? To run birthday parties. You know what I have the power to do?
Have the kids run about getting muddy and dusty and filthy then send them all screaming into the EXTREMELY easy to stain bouncy castle and decorations and 'accidentally' make all the photos the parents are so concerned about look awful.
Yes it's petty but god lord is it hilarious watching then boil red with rage but not be able to do shit about it without looking insane because screaming at children for playing at a birthday party is generally not a good look
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sebvettelsv5 · 5 months
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just saw a tiktok about what people were in the nativity and i was a mother cow and i genuinely think thats made me the person i am today
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hydrxnessa · 10 months
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can't believe fuckign gamers in early day scp: secret laboratory made me question my own identity. thanks fellas 👍
anyways when i was obsessively playing scp (u need a mic to play), i can't even COUNT how many people came up to me and were like i can't tell if ur a girl or boy ?? SO MANY PEOPLE. AT LEAST ONE EVERY MATCH EVEN. and i was like .. uh, yes? sure. i am a boy today. always have been. what's a woman. never heard of her.
. fellas i don't think i'm normal. no norm. no conform. just me being confused as FUCK !!!!
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tallymali · 5 months
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bore da mr tumblr bore da ffrindiau
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