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theroundbartable · 2 years
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So, we have this giant old thing to make flour (we used to be farmers). My dad once said that he wanted to sell it. He also, conveniently forgot about it.
My brother: i have a friend who wants to buy it.
My father: oh yeah he can, but the problem is.....
My brother: *expecting technical problems with the machine*
My father: the thing is too big for the doors.
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Everyone: huh?
My father: he can have it, but it's build into the Wall.
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meanderingstream · 5 months
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malecrulesforever · 8 months
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Dinner philosophy
Maybe is just a delayed no.
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notbecauseofvictories · 3 months
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"I am going to get a good grade in ___________, a thing that is both normal to want and possible to achieve" drifts through my brain with positively alarming regularity.
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falled-over · 2 months
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its true he just comes to you in your moment of need
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caeslxys · 28 days
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you're afraid of heights. the person you love most holds your hand at the zenith. she dies for you. she comes back for you. she gives into her hunger the minute you aren't there. she lies to you. she says, "imagine how high you could fly without me". you're afraid of heights
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brandonecannon · 2 years
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livwritesstuff · 4 months
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Every day, when Steve gets home from work, he always asks his and Eddie's daughters what they did while he was gone.
One day, they surprise him with an answer he hasn't heard yet.
They tell him, “Daddy taught us how to pick locks.”
The girls are immensely proud of themselves and want to demonstrate their newfound skill, so they put on a whole show of locking themselves in the bathroom and breaking each other out while Steve watches on.
Much to his chagrin, all three of them can successfully unlock the privacy lock on the bathroom door from the outside – including three-year-old Hazel.
“That’s…that’s great,” Steve says when they’re done. “Uh, where’s your dad?”
They tell him that he’s upstairs and, indeed, Steve finds Eddie up in their bedroom folding a massive pile of laundry.
“Seems like you all had fun today," Steve says to him.
"Did they show you the door thing?" Eddie asks with a grin, "Yeah, they had a blast with that."
“Okay, you do realize that the lock on our door was our ticket to any kind of a sex life, right?”
Eddie blinks, the smile on his face slowly fading.
“Oh…yeah. Shit.”
“Yeah,” Steve repeats, “Nice going.”
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evilkaeya · 11 months
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Dazai starts avoiding Chuuya after getting out of meursault alive because every time they meet Chuuya goes, "So about that cheesy monologue you delivered before you tried to drown me-" and Dazai starts taking physical damage
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jacky93sims · 3 days
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Mac n Cheese and Chili Default Replacements for The Sims 2
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These are 4to2 conversions from Icemunmun, low poly. They will replace the original recipes in game.
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cinamun · 3 months
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Fuck you mean? | Next
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g0nta-g0kuhara · 1 year
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Sometimes you just need to spice up daily life in a killing game yknow
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redkelpfish · 1 year
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“A superhero problem must be solved by investigative journalist Clark Kent and forensic specialist Barry Allen” but what they forgot to account for was that their wives are both journalists and better than them
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robertdowneyjjr · 6 months
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a soulmates au where your words only show up after you’ve met your soulmate. sort of like an insurance policy, you know, so you’re not left wondering whether every other person you meet is the one if your words are too generic.
in this universe, captain america has been recovered and active for several years now. he runs missions and saves the world with his ragtag team of superheroes formed by SHIELD. steve's become a celebrity, which he doesn't love, but it's something he learns to live with because that's life for public figures in the 21st century.
tony never became iron man because he walked away from his father's legacy the second he turned 18. he and howard are still working on their relationship, but maria couldn't be prouder and tells tony so everyday. he built his own company from the ground up and it's thriving under his leadership. he's only marginally famous these days and he tries his best to stay out of the limelight, guarding his private life as much as possible. that's how it's been for twenty years and he's happy.
they meet on a day when steve is tired, irritable and angry. he's just returned from a mission where two of his teammates were injured because of the faulty information they received. he goes out on a walk to let off some steam and he's just slipping his phone back into his pocket after rejecting fury's fifth call for a debrief when he slams right into tony.
tony was having a good day. he'd just sent out a new set of designs and decided to reward himself for it. he goes and gets himself a fresh, delicious, life-affirming cup of coffee and is just stepping out of the cafe with aforementioned cup when a walking brick wall comes out of nowhere.
good news is, tony had ordered a cold brew. once every few weeks that's just what he's in the mood for and it had been one of those days. bad news is, instead of drinking it he is now wearing it.
sticky and cold and more than a little shocked, tony barely has time to recover and figure out what happened when steve starts tearing into him.
“god damn it, watch where the fuck you’re going! that could have spilled all over me! idiot!” steve yells at tony. and on a normal day, he’d be apologetic and he’d never curse like this at a stranger. but he really didn’t need yet another thing to go wrong today and he’s on a short fuse.
maybe later, when he’s calmed down, he’ll think back on the cute man with the giant brown eyes staring at him in disbelief and start beating himself up over how he behaved.
at the moment, all tony can do is look at steve’s pristine white t-shirt that somehow has not a single drop of coffee on it, then look back down at his own chest. he has no words except, “wow. you’re a fucking asshole.” and he just turns around and walks away.
tony gets home and strips off for a rinse before he gets ready for his flight to london for a week of meetings. all the while he can’t help but think that angry blond man looked vaguely familiar and he can’t place where he knows him from. he doesn’t notice the new string of words tattooed down the side of his thigh until he’s in his hotel room half a day later.
meanwhile, steve gets home after his walk, after he’s checked on his teammates, after sitting with fury for three long hours to debrief, and finally washes the day off of him. before he gets into the shower, he notices something different about his reflection.
along his left bicep are the words, wow. you’re a fucking asshole.
he thinks back on the cute man with the big brown eyes and a chest full of coffee and wonders how in the hell he can fix this mess.
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