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goldenpinof · 2 days
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Daniel Howell: WE’RE ALL DOOMED! (Full Comedy Special)
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junkbbykow · 1 year
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1st of December Ritual!!!
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Here’s what I need us to get done by Monday (12/5)
Egg Cleanse
Spiritual Bath
I washed in this order: water, salt, soap, rinse,
sage (seasoning not a closed practice), rinse,
cinnamon, rinse, sugar, rinse
Money Wash
Shielding / Protection
Dec Vision Board (+ start 2023)
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glimmerofawesome · 1 year
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mysweetoddbird · 9 months
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OH MY GOD ??? OOOHHHH MY GOD. OH MY GOD
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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years
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i want to post, but i am too sad to edit. here’s a moodboard
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So Sam and Dean see a film about curing a demon, don’t know what the hell they’re doing, and decide to use a knight of hell as the guinea pig. Mf’s run into 5 demons on the daily, but sure…let’s sow back together a knight of hell. I like this episode but damn, that’s dumb.
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1-1-s1ay-2-2 · 2 years
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8:22 angel number! 😇
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Imagine the Whitebeard pirates learning how petty you can be
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You: *knocks on his door* hey pops
Whitebeard: *just sat down for the first time that evening* you have a talent for picking the least convenient moment possible to need me.
You: oh you don't need to get up, I just need you to listen and do something for me later.
Whitebeard: *squints at you suspiciously* alright?
You: Ace was bullying me earlier, so I need you to ask him what a furry is tomorrow.
Whitebeard: ... a furry?
You: ... Yes
Whitebeard: alright
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The next day at breakfast
Whitebeard: Ace, what's a furry?
The crew: *immediately stops moving to gleefully watch Ace squirm*
Ace: *wants to curl up and die* why do you ask?
Whitebeard: I asked you first.
Vista: *leans over to Izou* where's (y/n)? They're gonna miss this.
Izou: they're hiding from Thatch in my room, they pointed out the doors on the kitchen cabinets are warping because he said their chowder was bland and lacked soul.
Vista: wasn't it their mum's recipe?
Izou: yup
Marco: wait, didn't Ace make fun of a picture (y/n) drew yesterday?
Izou and Vista: (⁠☉⁠。⁠☉⁠)⁠!
Izou: you don't think this, *points at Whitebeard and Ace* has anything to do with that?
Vista: I dunno, but I definitely know I'm gonna go outta my way to stay on their good side from now on.
Izou: A wise choice, I'm doing the same
Marco: I'm not
Izou: Why the hell not?
Marco: I'm not afraid of them.
You: *Grabs his ankle from under the table where you've been hiding the entire time*
Marco: *screams*
You: hehe, you would be wise to be nice to me. I already know what I'll do to you if you don't. It'll knock you outta yer gay little shoes.
Marco: my shoes aren't gay!
Vista: no they're pretty gay, thought you knew.
Izou: *nods his head* it's the tassels
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darcyolsson · 6 months
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"they're literally me" is a great way to connect to a fictional character but "they were literally me when i read/watched this for the first time but it's been a few years and i've outgrown them now" is maybe an even more precious connection to have to a character or piece of media. it's sad to lose the ability to connect to a certain character so completely but at the same time i've found it's very precious to have a place to put some of that strange fondness and sadness you feel for your younger self
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glimmerofawesome · 2 years
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sarcasstic-jpmvr · 1 month
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Can we pleeeaaassseee talk about how well the lyrical version of “Teardrop” by Massive Attack would have fit the final scene in House?
I mean look at this:
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Love, Love is a verb
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Love is a doing word
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Fearless on my breath
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Gentle impulsion
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Shakes me, makes me lighter
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Fearless on my breath
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astrosky33 · 11 months
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THE NUMEROLOGY OF THE BEGINNING OF RELATIONSHIPS
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If you start dating on a 1 day there will likely be a lot of arguing and fighting in the relationship
If you start dating on a 2 day you will likely have a peaceful relationship
If you start dating on a 3 day you will likely be able to communicate well and laugh a lot together
If you start dating on a 4 day you will likely have to work hard to keep the relationship going long term
If you start dating on a 5 day you’re more likely to have children together although it may be more of a sexual relationship than romantic. You may travel a lot together as well
If you start dating on a 6 day you’ll likely start a family together
If you start dating on a 7 day it will end badly (ex: Valentine’s Day 2+1+4=7- don’t start dating on this day)
If you start dating on an 8 day you could be a very powerful couple however the relationship could involve lots of karmic lessons
If you start dating on a 9 day your egos may get in the way of the relationship and it will likely end with you both having an extremely hard time letting go (ex: Brazil’s Valentine’s Day 6+1+2=9- don’t start dating on this day)
If you start dating on an 11 day you will be very empathetic towards each other’s emotions. This is one of the best days to start a relationship
If you start dating on a 22 day you will be able to build a strong relationship with one another and gain wisdom together
If you start dating on a 33 day you will both teach one another a lot
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𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧
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© 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝
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numahachi · 7 months
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desceros · 5 months
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me, innocent, a victim: [goes to look for something in my phone's photoroll] me: [is violently assaulted by gb art] donatello/reader; gn reader; rated t
When you open your eyes, you see, to your shock, Donatello. 
Well. It’s hardly surprising that he’s in your bed, considering he’s been getting pretty good at the whole mind-melting orgasm thing. Maybe half of the nights of your week lately have ended up with your eyes drinking in the sight of him caging you in, your wrists aching with the tightness of his fingers holding them above your head, and your ears singing with the sound of him whining your name when he comes. It’s incredible—he’s incredible—and you’d be pressed picking a time in your life you’ve been happier.
But this. This is… new. 
He’s not wearing his mask. That’s the first thing that catches your attention, once you’re able to move past the totality of his presence in the gentle rays of dawn streaming through your window. He looks… softer, somehow. Different. There’s a closeness to him, physically, literally, that makes you tremble a bit in your very skin. Like you’ve never really been with him before, absurd as it sounds even in your own head. He’s touched you the way no one else has—the way no one else ever, ever will, if you have your way about it—but this. This. 
God. He’s beautiful, you think, gazing at each inch of his uncovered skin and searing it to your mind. You’ve always been attracted to him, but here, it takes your breath away. The curve of his beak beneath his eyes, the angle of his jaw, the squish of his cheek where he’s sleeping on your pillow, the little puffs of air that snooze out with each breath; all of it entrances you, making your lips quiver. 
Slowly, gently, almost hating yourself for it, you reach out. An impossible temptation to resist. The very tips of your fingers on his face, tracing from temple to chin, over and over as you memorize this unseen part of him. Odd, how it feels like you’re pining, yearning for him, when you still feel the aches in your body from how thoroughly he’d had you last night. 
…Though, you suppose, that was him having you. And this is—
—this is you having him. 
Donnie’s lips curl at the corner, and you know you’re busted. Suddenly shy, you fight the urge to pull away, to pretend you weren’t consuming the sight of him. It’s a vulnerable feeling, but you’re rewarded when he opens one eye, blearily meeting your gaze. 
“…Aren’t you usually the one nagging me to sleep?” he says in a mumble, causing you to smile sheepishly. 
“I… couldn’t resist,” you admit quietly, your touch garnering a bit of weight now that he’s awake.
“Had to check and make sure I was real under my mask?” he teases, and it’s tempting to follow him down the path. Tasting bravery on your tongue, you resist. 
“Too handsome not to,” you tell him honestly, cupping his cheek with your palm. You feel the hitch in his breath, the warmth that spreads onto his cheeks even as his scales don’t allow for a blush. “Needed to.” 
Donnie stares for a moment, then gives a breathy laugh, reaching out to grasp your hand from his face and bringing it so he can press a kiss to your palm. This, too, is new—this quiet, non-sexual intimacy. It makes you feel warm, a bit like you’re the one who’s been basking in the sunlight, not him. 
“You’re obnoxiously romantic in the morning, huh?” he murmurs. He doesn’t sound displeased. Giddily, you wiggle closer, feeling him reach out to slide a hand to your back to help pull you close, until only a sigh separates your face and his, your legs so tangled together only the roughness of his scales tells them apart.
“…I could be obnoxiously romantic all the time,” you tell him, looking between his eyes as the other opens, seeing the tender expression on his face. “…If you wanted me to.”
A comforting, familiar, possessive hand cups your nape, his thumb tracing the soft skin beneath your ear. A dazzling glissando of sensation runs along his touch, making your eyes flutter for a moment before you lick your lips and focus on him again. 
Finally, he smiles, an honest little thing that transfigures your heart into a tiny hummingbird. “Yeah,” he says, his tone as warm as the coming morning. “That… sounds great.”
And then, as if sealing a promise, he pulls you close for a kiss even softer than the sheets that ensconce you both. Humming into it, you melt, nuzzling his beak with a lustrous glow beneath your skin. Then—slowly, gently—your fingers again find unmasked skin, loving, claiming, confident now in the long rays of dawn.
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ps1 · 11 months
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Logan Pass
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mikeywayarchive · 8 months
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Instagram story by king_contraryman
[Aug 29, 2023]
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