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kingcrustacean · 1 day
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Drew this based off this video
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cacaocheri · 1 year
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there's this guy in my econ class who asks the most deranged questions and today's instance caught me completely off guard so of course I HAD to draw it. I want it to be known that it was dead silent and nothing prompted that question. he just asked me it out of nowhere. why. why do you want to know this
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scorpsposting · 6 months
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them (explodes)
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adisquietfollows · 6 months
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Since taking power in a 2007 coup, Hamas has violently repressed all opposition to its rule. There is much to repress: recent Palestinian survey data shows most Gazans distrust Hamas, want an alternative government, and prefer economic development over war. But their individual voices are rarely heard. Those who speak out face prison and torture.
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lunastars21 · 3 months
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YALL HE IS ON THE LOOSE
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I REPEAT. KEN IS ON THE LOOSE OH SHIT OH FUCK
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namibozsu · 3 months
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Recreation of a cousin i had in my dream
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philibetexcerpts · 5 months
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“I still think he is charming and he is great fun. Hardly ever serious. But when he is, I think he talks good sense. We had a terrific time on Sunday night. We danced to the gramophone, which was great fun. You go waltzing madly round the room, but it’s not like an ordinary waltz as your partner holds you round the waist and you hold his neck. Sounds odd, but it holds you together much better and you feel safer on a slippery floor.”
— Princess Elizabeth, talking about Prince Philip in a letter to her cousin, Diana Bowes-Lyon. 30 November 1943.
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the-woild-is-y-erster · 6 months
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slightly better photo of my costume for tonight, if i look completely dead inside its because my mom was the one taking the photo xx
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conjectureand-gloom · 4 months
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my irl best friends found the sappy ass comments about akeyla i left on a video and uh. i regret leaving comments.
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mushiewrites · 1 year
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Finding Giggly Gogy
from this prompt list, from my lil angel baby puppy knight @awkwardtickleetoo 🥺 (ask here!). thank you for the prompt, this was so cute and fun to bang out (and torture you with) in like 2 hours bc im insane :3
prompt 1 - “i really want to tk you right now” / prompt 12 - “why are you holding back! laugh!”
(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.5K words)
As the evening sun poured through the living room windows, George held his hand in front of his eyes, squinting and readjusting until the sun was no longer blinding him. He slumped back into the pillows he had placed under his head, having been laying on the couch for around an hour now after finishing up with dinner. Dream was sitting beside him with George’s legs draped over his thighs, a hand resting on the brunette’s shin while the other arm was over the back of the couch, leaning into it. Sapnap had left the two after eating, having prior plans to do a sponsored stream with Karl and a few other friends, leaving them to find their own entertainment. 
They had spent their time with the tv on, some random show playing simply for background noise as they scrolled through Tiktok, every now and again showing each other funny ones that had popped up on their feeds. After a little while though Dream felt George beginning to fidget, sensing that the older boy was getting bored. Which in his experience was never a good thing. He locked his phone before placing it on the couch cushions next to him, turning his head to catch the end of George’s stretch. 
His hands were above his head, his eyes closed and his leg muscles flexed slightly as he let out a contented sigh, melting back into the couch as his muscles relaxed. Dream’s attention was caught by a flash of pale skin, a tiny sliver of lower tummy exposed from George’s arms being raised. The blonde smiled, letting out a huff of air through his nose while he thought about the possible reactions he’d get if he traced a nail over it. The elder opened his eyes, his arms still above his head as he smiled up at Dream in slight confusion. 
“What are you-” 
“I really want to tickle you right now.” 
“Wh- no?!” George’s arms immediately lowered, crossing over his torso as his hands covered what they could, yanking his shirt back down. “Why?!”
“You just look so….tickleable?” Dream raised an eyebrow as he spoke, the corners of his mouth turning up at the word choice. George scoffed, leaning up on his elbows and trying to pull his legs off of Dream’s lap. 
“That’s not even a word! Wh- Why?!” The elder exclaimed in surprise as he felt a grip on both of his ankles, pulling them back to lay against the couch and forcing George’s thighs to lay back over Dream’s. “Whahat are you doing?! L-Let mehehe go!” He fell back onto the couch as he used his hands to grab at Dream’s, trying and failing to pull them away from his ankles. He squealed, covering his mouth with his hands when he felt the swipe of a finger over the arch of his left foot. The hands climbed up his calves and to his knees, squeezing the sides of it twice and causing George to let out a startled gasp. 
“Why would I do that when I could have a squirming, giggly Gogy in my lap?” The words made George’s cheeks slowly heat up, his hands now moving from covering just his mouth to covering his whole face. Dream took this opportunity to move his hands up slowly, kneading gently into the muscles above George’s knees and smiling when he heard another muffled squeal from behind his hands. 
“Nnh!” George whined behind his hands, still refusing to move them as Dream continued his pinches and prods on his sensitive inner thighs. Dream used his thumb and middle finger to knead little circles on the inner and outer thigh at the same time, giggling as George bucked up with yet another squeal. But no matter how many times his fingers traveled up and down the thighs, George didn’t let out any laughter. This was odd, considering George normally loses his mind at any type of tickles he receives. Dream rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of the boy next to him, smirking when he realized what he was doing.  
“What’s going on? I have a squirmy Gogy, but it seems I’m lacking a giggly Gogy! Let’s change that, shall we?” 
George lowered his hands at that, panicking with his eyes wide as he watched Dream wiggle his fingers over his torso. The brunette reached his arms up, attempting to grab onto Dream’s wrists again, but squeaked when the hands dodged out of his path and began poking softly up and down the right side of George’s ribs. As quickly as he lowered them, George’s hands were back over his face, a shaky groan seeping through his fingers as Dream continued the gentle assault on his ribs. 
“Why are you holding back? Laugh, you little idiot!” George whined at that, shaking his head quickly as his blush quickly spread from his cheeks to his ears, turning them bright red and letting Dream know his teases were getting to him. 
“Come on, where’s my pretty boy? Why is he hiding the giggles from me, huh?” Another long whine from George was all Dream needed to tell him that the older boy was on the brink of breaking, smirking as he moved one hand from George’s ribs down to his thighs again. 
“Alright, Georgie. You’ve left me no choice.” Dream faked a disappointed sigh before pinching his right hand over George’s bottom ribs, while his left hand squeezed quickly into his inner upper thigh. The blonde was smiling, breaking into his own giggles as he watched George squirm like a fish out of water, kicking his legs pathetically against the couch and twisting his torso back and forth to try to move away from Dream’s pinches. 
“Mhmhm!! Nhn!” 
Slowly but surely, more squeaks and squeals came from behind the barrier George had made with his hands, until eventually it all exploded out when Dream hit a particularly sensitive spot on the back of George’s ribs. The elder tried his hardest to keep his laughter in, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as hard as he could, but it was no use. He was simply too ticklish. George couldn’t help the hyena-sounding cackles that poured from him, finally letting it all out and quickly grabbing for Dream’s hands once again.
“There he is! Finally, giggly Gogy has been found!” The pun was not lost on George, who would’ve rolled his eyes if he wasn’t drowning in his own laughter. 
“Okahay okay! P-Plehehease! Dreheheam!” George pleaded, giving Dream his best teary puppy dog eyes to try and persuade the younger boy to stop. It would seem luck was on George’s side as not even a minute later, the tickling came to a stop, now replaced with soothing rubs from Dream’s palms to help calm the ghost tickles. George allowed himself to ride out the giggles, closing his eyes again and throwing an arm over his face that was still glowing bright pink. 
“Wh-What was thahat for?!” He questioned the blonde as he finally got his breathing regulated, leaning back up on his elbows as he waited for Dream’s reply.
“I was bored, you were bored. I saw you were squirmy and I just had to do it! Plus, you’re adorable when you’re tickled.” Dream explained, laughing when George rolled his eyes. He poked into the older boy’s ribs twice more, making the smaller boy break out into panicked giggles as he pulled his legs back over and up into his chest, finally able to break free from the tickly trap Dream had him in. 
“That’s not even a real reason!” George complained, trying his best to sound annoyed through the huge grin that he couldn’t quite shake, the ghost tickles still bubbling in his tummy at the thought of what he just went through. 
“To be fair, I was going to stop, but you decided to be stubborn and hold your giggles back from me,” Dream shrugged, picking up his phone from off of the couch before unlocking it, now scrolling through his twitter feed. “Consider this a learning experience! Next time just laugh for me, okay kitten?” 
The nickname had George blushing up to his ears once more, letting out one last scoff as he sat up the right way on the couch, his feet barely touching the ground as he leaned back into the couch next to Dream, shoulders brushing together as he did. 
And if a few minutes later Dream finds himself with a lap full of the brunette’s torso, no one can blame him when he decides to tickle the life out of him; this time making sure George doesn’t have any chance of holding in his laughter. In fact, just because he was robbed of prior giggles, Dream decides to make him scream. Just because he can.
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jtl-fics · 10 months
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Hello 2 and a half hour drive to go see my dad where I can sit, technically have my eyes on the road, and think about my WIPs as I listen to my music on shuffle.
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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 months
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🎶 It’s the most self-doubt and invasive thoughts about your self worth and the value your family puts on seeing you or even acknowledging you exist at all inducing time of the yearrrrr 🎶
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solecist · 2 months
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idk if this is finished but i did lose sleep on it! i think i might wanna add color bc it's not as clear as i want that this is 춘식 and 악어
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pineapplesaresweet · 7 months
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I was told to post this by @justneo
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philibetexcerpts · 1 year
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On 24 April 1950, Princess Elizabeth wrote to her beautician, Thelma Besant, from Malta.
“I am most grateful to you for sending the two powder puffs for my birthday – they will be so useful … It is lovely to be out here in the warm sun – very unlike the weather at home, I gather – though we have also felt the influence of the bad weather from Europe. I haven’t managed to get at all sunburnt, but have produced dozens of freckles on my nose, which my husband thinks is very funny!”
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pointnumbersixteen · 2 years
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“Now, eh, I did not for one moment want to bring out the Bren Mark-1 Light Machine Gun in such an enclosed space but you forced my hand!”
“Is he having a breakdown?”
“Very hard to tell.”
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