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HANDS DOWN the funniest tiktok comment about SPN!
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the-shy-wolf · 10 days
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mourning dove
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There is a story behind this…
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Taiga only wants to play, to continue being Miri’s friend. He had the happiest time when he was allowed to visit Miri and played Morio Kart with her two dads. Most of all, he misses the girl. It feels as if she understands him better than his male friends at his new school. Besides, he has not seen her for months. And today walking home from school, he sees her again. But there is a problem. Her dads are also there. And they guard her like wolves in the daytime.
Oh well..
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anamericangirl · 1 month
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Ohhh, okay so it's okay to disagree with science but not your beloved God.
My beloved God created science :)))
I don’t disagree with science, I disagree with what some people claim about science because humans are deceitful and prone to error.
God is neither of those things.
Die mad. :)
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 1 month
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OH MY GOD NO
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sadsoftserve · 3 months
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I can do anything I want, and this is what I do
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hakusins · 2 days
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OH I FINALLY GOT THIS !!!!!! whitney you big meanie...
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liverpool-enjoyer · 3 months
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so long, london?
SO LONG, LONDON??
SO LONG, LONDON???
SO LONG, LONDON????
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imaginethezeldaverse · 10 months
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bard. bard hear me out. you accidentally scrape up your hands on the rocks on yunobo's back when you're both lost in the moment and later on, when someone sees your hands all wrapped up and asks what happened, you get all quiet and before saying you had a rock climbing accident.
FNWKOWFMKWLDNNJ OKAY OKAY
“Ten topazes, just like you’d been looking for” you offered to the Gerudo merchant, carefully pulling the precious gems from your satchel. The high sun in Eldin hit them just right enough to make their canary coloring truly shine. She thanked you tremendously, exchanging the rupees she agreed to before she caught sight of your hands.
“My, are you alright? Did you burn your hands recently?” Ramella asked, eyeing the bandages with some concern. Your genuine smile dropped almost immediately to a nervous one. The recollection of last night hitting you like a ton of bricks - how you were so lost in the throes of passion, with one certain President of a Mining Company™️ dicking you down so well that all you could do was desperately try and hold onto his back for purchase. Unfortunately that ended up with your hands being completely scratched up after the fact - and served as a reminder for him to take a few extra rolls around Death Mountain to even the ridges of his back out. He’d helped you clean and care for your hands this morning…you were hoping nobody would notice.
Clearing your throat, you tried to gather yourself “I, um…” and your eyes wandered over to said Goron, who was currently talking with his mentor Bludo at entrance to the city, “Had a uh…rock climbing accident.”
Ramella watched your gaze float over to Yunobo, the President of YunoboCo, a Goron she often did business with. The look on your face, the bandaged hands, a “rock climbing incident”? Everything clicked into place the longer you sat silent. The Gerudo tried to conceal her sly smirk, though it was evident in her tone, “I see…perhaps you should…wear better protection next time you try to climb that rock. Would be a shame if he leaves your backside in the same fate — ah, I mean ‘it’!”
Your face burned at her words and you shielded your reddened face, “Ramella! Oh my goddess!”
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sneezarify · 9 months
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Have I lost it or is the word “sinuses” sexy as HELL?
used in a snz context of course.
“my sinuses are all messed up”
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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years
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Oblivous! Deuce and Childhood! Reader
CAN WE GET AN F IN THE CHAT FOR READER
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“I wonder how Deuce has been…” You mutter, looking up at the sky. 
“Aww, your ex-delinquent boyfie~?” A friend of yours tease. You give them a shoulder nudge, pouting. 
“Are the chances of that happening even possible? I mean, he’s in NRC, and I’m here… besides…”
“‘Be-sides, he’s kind of a dingus and a dumbass and has NEVER picked up on my hints!!!’’, I know, I know. You say that every time you talk about your man.” Your friend snorts, giving you a sympathetic rub on the back. 
“He’s NOT my man!”
“Mhmm- oh hey---!” Your friend looks over your shoulder, spying on your phone. “Deuce is calling~”
“Hah, like hell he is-” You pause, and indeed, the caller identity is Deuce. “H-H-HE’S CALLING?! W-WHAT DO I DO- I HAVEN’T SPOKEN-”
Your friend presses the ‘accept’ button, and you silently thank your friend, placing the phone on your ear. “H-hello?” You ask nervously. 
“[Name]!” His voice, demurely bright as ever makes your ears flush. “It’s been a while. Sorry I haven’t called. I was busy with school.”
“I-It’s fine! Sorry, I haven’t called too, I was, um, also busy with school.” You lie, twirling your hair. In truth, you were just too nervous to call him and when you do manage the courage, something always interrupted you from doing so. 
“S-so, you’re doing… good? After the whole… VDC thing?” Your voice trails off, cheeks heating up as you remember gleefully squealing over the video of NRC’s VDC performance. Of course, the main attention was on Vil Schoenheit, the actor, but you do with what you can, glancing little peeks of Deuce. He looks so cool, ahhh!!!! And hot- NONONO NOT THE RIGHT TIME TO THINK ABOUT THAT-!
“...you, [Name]?”
“W-what?” You question, internally cursing yourself. Of COURSE YOU would daydream about your crush in FRONT of your crush (well, not really, but you know what I mean). 
“I said, uh, how about you-”
“DEUCE!” You hear a loud, sort of annoyed voice on his end, bursting through the door. 
“What?!” His voice turns hostile over the phone, making you swoon a little. Ahh, he sounds just like how he did during middle school. You still remember hesitantly making your way to the blond, handing him a handkerchief, and quietly making conversation. Ah, the eventual visits to his fights and the small, cute moments he had--! The caring ones! One where he offered you a ride on the motorbike… the warmth of his back, the way he confidently rode the motorbike through the empty city, the soft beams of the moon shining on you… honestly, that moment felt just like a movie, one you repeated over and over.
Then came his quiet and confident resolvement to change. How he gave you a promise for himself, that he’d change for his mother. How hard he studied, how determined he was. How happy he looked when the carriage came to pick him up. And you were there, every step of the way, encouraging him, cheering him on.
You smile, glancing down at your backpack. Before leaving, he gave you a small cauldron chain as a keepsake, giving you a firm handshake (still a little awkward about hugs, huh?) and stepping into the carriage. 
“...[Name]?” Deuce’s voice shocks you back into reality, nostalgia slipping through your mind. 
“Yeah, come again?”
“I said, could you, uh…” He hesitates, and you can hear him sigh. 
“Could you come to NRC?”
An indistinguishable sound rips out of your throat. “H-huh?!” Like a date?!
“There’s an event where you can bring someone from your hometown to NRC, so I thought of you.”
Guh! Of course! Absolutely!
“U-unless you’re busy, which I’m fine with-”
“I’d love to come! Yeah, of course!” You interrupt him, catching yourself from squealing
“Great!” You pick up the excitement from his voice and it makes your heart soar. “I’ll send you the details through text.”
“I-okay! See you then, Deuce! I, uh..” You feel your cheeks redden. “I can’t wait to see you. It’s been a while.”
“...I missed you.” You whisper softly. “A lot.”
“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you.” A smile crosses your face at his confusion. You’re not supposed to.
“No, nothing. See you, Deuce.”
“Yeah, bye.”
Click.
“So…” Your friend chuckles. Crap, you forgot they were there. “Looks like someone scored a date with their crush, hmm~?”
“That’s not- well, I mean…” A small gloomy frown presses onto your lips. “He probably won’t see it that way, but…” Now, a smile blooms on your face. “Yeah, I- I got a date.”
“A date… with Deuce.” You cup your cheeks, a giddy smile going to your face. “W-w-what do I wear?! And, uh, when is it-”
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“So…” Deuce feels himself getting annoyed at Ace’s mocking tone. “Someone’s got a date, hmm?” 
“I thought you said you had no romance.” 
“Shut up.” He grumbles. “We’re just friends, after all.”
Ace internally prays for your sanity. Poor you.
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You know the oneshot where allison and brock actually break up? imagine if they never get back together and Allison meets someone new, but Brock can’t seem to move on. Allison brings her boyfriend to beer night, and it hurts, but you know what the worst thing is? The fact that the new boyfriend is so fucking nice, so sweet, so supportive, exactly someone who Allison deserves. Some guys joke that there will be wedding bells soon and a baby who can shoot before they can walk. Brock is reminded every passing second of what he couldn’t give her when they were together, how they could never be so free, honest, and open, but instead of trying to rip them apart and bring her back to him, he decides to let her go because he loves her; but he can’t help himself when he’s alone in his office or when he’s lying in his bed that feels so empty and cold since they’ve broken up, thoughts of what could have been if he had been more selfish or if he had been more brave and handed his heart out to her, that maybe she would be by his side, warm and soft, holding him tight and kiss him goodnight. Sometimes he dreams of her, and she’s smiling at him, eyes full of love and warmth, she calls his name, a soft sigh, so he reaches out to her, because he desperately needs her warmth, but just as he is about to bring her into his arms, he jerks awake, and he’s all alone in his dark bedroom.
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Well that’s a tear jerker episode for What If…? if I ever saw one 🥺
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kitkatwinchester · 1 year
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I REALLY LOVE ISAAC GUYS.
Like, okay, at first, he was kind of a jerk, but he was also a traumatized jerk, and that makes it different.
And now he's just so precious and honestly gets so scared so frequently and I feel so bad for him for everything that happened at what we now know is a bank vault and ugh Isaac you poor baby I'm so sorry you had to go through that.
Like, the way he just grabbed for Scott when he got scared, and the way Derek gets soooo worried about him and protective over him, I just....
The poor baby. I love him. I want him to be okay. <3
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 1 month
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OH MY GOD NO
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skygame-sideblog · 1 year
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Dear Diary, I ran into a Moth today.
And I mean NEW moth. They had three lights on their cloak and the only reason they had three is because I found them attempting TRIALS
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"You tricked me,"/"I saved you." WELCOME TO HELL, CLARA, THERE'S A SUPPORT GROUP BACK IN LONDON YOU MIGHT WANT TO JOIN.
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