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siriusblackisdead Β· 8 months
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PART 5 (i guess i actually have no idea anymore) OF AFTG MEMES (i warn you they are shitty but i honestly couldnt care less so HERE WE GO)
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mondaymelon Β· 28 days
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i think you need to send me that link
giggles.
sillies dont gatekeep :stareyes:
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while im at it...... i should make you aware of this one too....
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( i WATCHED THIS WHILE OSMEONE WAS OVER AND THEY WERE FUCKING DYING AND SO WAS I I FEELL OFF MY FUCKING CHAIR AND ROLLED ON THE GROUND AND THEN I ACCIDENTALLY LIK. LICKED THE GROUND AND EW OMG anyways both of these were very tragic tw: emotional </33 )
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sotvtaughtmehowtofeel Β· 7 months
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headcanon: Ezra lied about his filter being spent.
what we know:
1. Ezra was tethered to Number 2 so his filter was spent initially
2. Both Damon and Number 2 had working filters when they died
3. Damon shot Number 2 in the chest at around collarbone level. His filter was lower and unlikely to be damaged.
4. Damon seemed to be shot also rather high, but the railgun might have a larger spread than Ezra’s pistol, so we’ll say maybe his filter was damaged.
5. Cee bolted the first time she was face-to-face with Ezra.
6. Ezra was unlikely to leave a working filter behind when his was damaged.
7. Ezra made it back to the pod with no hookup.
8. Ezra’s saturation indicator is not red when he holds up his filter in the pod.
I propose that Ezra took Number 2’s filter and had a working filter when he got to the drop pod. He lied to Cee about needing a hookup because he knew she was a flight risk.
what we know (continued):
9. The Sater may or may not have had a filter to trade. If they did, Ezra likely took it (it doesn't look like there's one in the trade pile, but I can't really tell).
10. Ezra made it to the amputation tent with no hookup.
11. Cee’s filter was saturated by the time she got to the amputation tent. Unclear if filters can be cleaned or need to be replaced.
12. Ezra and Cee uncouple again for the fight with Inumon. Ezra is again allegedly without a filter.
I propose that he gave the good filter to Cee in the amputation tent, but continued to lie about his filter to keep her close.
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kryspiekream Β· 9 months
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aight bet. since youve seen my tits i guess expect selfies soon
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trashcanmando Β· 2 months
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figuring out how i want to draw kal <3 (Daniel Craig used as reference)
you can really see me figure it out about halfway through lol
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cokoweee Β· 5 months
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My next post will get y’all to unfollow for sure.
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dee-writes-smut Β· 1 year
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BURNING HOUSE
FEATURING Steve Harrington x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNING mentions of possible character death, actual shit writing (like its really bad), loads of angst, sadness
SUMMARY Even a burning house couldn't touch your love.
AUTHORS NOTE I hate this so much, like it is so bad, but I wanted to post something for you all because it has been WAY too long.
TAGLIST @livsters
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You woke up to the smell of smoke, and it wasn't your friendly ol' joint either. No, it was a full-on house burning the fuck down smoke and you couldn't believe it, so you just laid there like a complete idiot.
Steve was supposed to come over in an hour for dinner, and you were planning to tell him how you felt. That you loved him. You had made two steaks with mashed potatoes and asparagus. Still, you had been so tired from working with the kids earlier in the day that you must have fallen asleep while the food was cooking and now here you are, sitting on one of your barstools with your head against the counter watching as the flames from the pan spread to your countertops like a starving child might do when introduced to an all you can eat buffet. Your lungs burned from the smoke intake and your body burned from the heat of the flames. There was no stopping it, they had already become way too out of control for your pitiful fire extinguisher in the coat closet to your left down the hall. When it all clicked in your head that you were about to die if you didn't move your ass, you jumped from your chair.
Coughing like an asthmatic old lady that smokes three packs a day, you slowly make your way down the hall to your bedroom where there was a window you could escape from, but the closer you got the harder it got to breathe. The smoke made your eyes water and your lungs burn, and as it got harder to breathe it got harder to see. Your steady trudge quickly turned to a weak limp, barely moving more than a slow drag. You were going to die if you didn't move, but you honestly couldn't find the strength to push on. At one point your body decided to quit for you, falling to the ground just outside your door in a heap of limbs. You didn't want to die, but you couldn't breathe and if you couldn't breathe then you couldn't move and that was sort of the point.
Thinking of Steve and how heartbroken he might be to discover you died so close to safety, you managed to pull yourself a bit further, able to drag your aching body into your bedroom and close the door in order to give the flames more of an obstacle. If you were being completely honest with yourself though, there was no way you could lift yourself back onto your feet in order to reach the window, let alone open it. You were a goner, but at least you could go out saying you tried, no matter how minuscule. You laid in your bed, eyes closed and waiting. Waiting for the flames to take you away, and god did they. You screamed in agony as the heat licked your body, your skin boiling from the heat. It was the worst when it stopped hurting because that's when you really knew it was over, you were gone and you never even got the chance to tell the love of your life how you felt about him. What a shame.
"Y/N!" Steve yelled, running up to the receptionist's desk with tears in his eyes. "Where is she?!"
"Sir, please, calm down." The woman calmly replied, standing from her seat and trying to gently place her hands on his shoulders. "Take a deep breath."
"No! I don't think you understand! Please I need to know she is okay," He sobbed, pushing away from the woman. "Where is she!"
"She's in surgery. They are doing the best they can," she soothed. "For now, she needs you to take a deep breath and calm down."
"Okay," Steve conceded, nodding his head too much as he tried to calm his racing heart. When Nancy showed up at his door, tears in her eyes while she explained to him what happened, his whole world felt like it was going in slow motion. He couldn't even think of anything to say to her as he grabbed his keys and got into his car before racing off to the hospital. "She needs to live." Steve sobbed, "I never got to tell her that I love her, so she needs to live." He spoke, trying to reassure himself that the worst wouldn't happen, that their love story wouldn't end before it even got to start. He sat in the chair of a hospital waiting room that night and then into the next morning, waiting. People would stop by occasionally to check in on him and ask if anything changed, but the answer was always the same. "I don't know." She had been in surgery for over ten hours and no one had stepped out to update him once. He was almost asleep from pure exhaustion when suddenly a voice spoke.
"Y/N Y/L/N?"
"I'm her husband!" Steve instantly jumped from his chair, looking for the person that announced her name. They wouldn't tell him shit if he didn't lie, but he couldn't help but enjoy the sound of the name. Her husband. Forever with her. It sounded like a dream.
"We were able to stabilize her, but she has severe third-degree burns over her entire body. The rehabilitation process is going to be long and painful. She's only allowed one visitor at a time and they must be completely sterilized before entering." The doctor informed, droning on and on with information that Steve couldn't process. She was alive. That's all that mattered to him at that moment. She was alive. They could still have forever.
"Can you take me to her?" He asked, his voice shaking.
"Of course, right this way." The doctor answered before gesturing for Steve to follow him. Steve shook with anxiety at seeing her, but at least she had lived. Even a burning house couldn't touch their love and that was all Steve could think about while making his way back to her room in the ICU.
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anamelessfool Β· 5 months
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In my next fic I'm writing a pre-retirement Terzo so unbelievably (and in a way understandably) toxic that I'm feeling both scared and free at the same time.
I first wrote this fic in January this year. I'm reworking and rewriting it on and off between writing V&G. I'm going all in on this one. Weird ideas win.
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monsterfactoryfanfic Β· 1 month
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Most important essay arg coming this weekend
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savethepinecones Β· 2 months
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heads up to my non dnp followers the wad livestream is all im gonna be talking about for the next two days at least
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annarexcouture Β· 5 months
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viciousmatriarch Β· 1 year
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Some days you just wake up needing to tackle a boy in the forest until his face is wet with sweat and tears and his flesh is covered in bite marks and scratches.
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chunkysoup22 Β· 2 years
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the fucking. reveal of the golden guard skeletons. that belos was just tossing their corpses into a pit. that there was THAT MANY. i will pay for hunters therapy myself
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christinered Β· 5 months
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Here she comes Boys and Girls...
Brace yourselves.
She has a tendency to be very invasive.
You've Been Warned.
~Red
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oknowkiss Β· 5 months
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fest assignments finally turned in!!! which means:
a) catching up on the wonderful things you’ve all been saying and doing and writing and posting for the past few months
b) self-indulgent brainrot turbohell writing until further notice
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25daysofvoyager Β· 4 months
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Baking Is A Science - gijane7702 - Star Trek: Voyager [Archive of Our Own]
My submission for Day 24 !!!
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