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saltpepperbeard · 2 months
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crying btw. if u even care.
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theteasetwrites · 8 months
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Only man that exists to me.
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junotter · 8 months
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tenrose posters could ust post the same "nine died for his love of rose and ten was born out of love for her" and we'd eat it upppp everytime
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Photos by Peter Pakvis
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levinbolts · 4 months
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nothing sexier than a skilled, effortlessly lethal man
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jhyio · 2 months
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choi san of ateez ๋࣭ ⭑⚝
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I'm just lying on the floor, procesing the new song Hozier dropped on tik tok.
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skyof-atlas · 1 month
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I need to get railed. I need to get railed. I need to be bred (by women). I need to be bent back, pulled by my hair. Fucked stupid. Leg no work. cum. 7x. Fucked till morning————
- sincerely ur fav (during ovulation cycle)
Who can do this to me:
Beidou, Raiden Ei, Yae Miko, Lisa, Candace, Furina (my pretty girlfailure), Arelcchino, Jean, Ningguang, Yelan, Hu Tao, Mona, Navia, Ganyu, Chiori, Kokomi and Kujou Sara…
(As we can tell…there is a range…)
Kuki, Dehya, Nilou, Lynette, Rosaría, Shenhe, Yanfei, Yoimiya, Amber, Clorinde, Eula - Bite me
Fischl, Ayaka, Kirara, Layla, Charlotte, Faruzan, Keqing, Sucrose, Xiangling - kisses on forehead
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Vincent Price as Cardinal Richelieu - The Three Musketeers
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finny-propaganda · 7 months
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One of my favorite scenes from A Separate Peace, taken from chapter four:
A French examination was announced for one Friday late in August. Finny and I studied for it in the library Thursday afternoon; I went over vocabulary lists, and he wrote messages—je ne give a damn pas about le francais, les filles en France ne wear pas les pantelons—and passed them with great seriousness to me, as aide-mémoire. Of course I didn’t get any work done. After supper I went to our room to try again. Phineas came in a couple of minutes later.
“Arise,” he began airily, “Senior Overseer Charter Member! Elwin ‘Leper’ Lepellier has announced his intention to make the leap this very night, to qualify, to save his face at last.”
I didn’t believe it for a second. Leper Lepellier would go down paralyzed with panic on any sinking troopship before making such a jump. Finny had put him up to it, to finish me for good on the exam. I turned around with elaborate resignation. “If he jumps out of that tree I’m Mahatma Gandhi.”
“All right,” agreed Finny absently. He had a way of turning cliches inside out like that. “Come on, let’s go. We’ve got to be there. You never know, maybe he will do it this time.”
“Oh, for God sake.” I slammed closed the French book.
“What’s the matter?”
What a performance! His face was completely questioning and candid.
“Studying!” I snarled. “Studying! You know, books. Work. Examinations.”
“Yeah ...” He waited for me to go on, as though he didn’t see what I was getting at.
“Oh for God sake! You don’t know what I’m talking about. No, of course not. Not you.” I stood up and slammed the chair against the desk. “Okay, we go. We watch little lily-liver Lepellier not jump from the tree, and I ruin my grade.”
He looked at me with an interested, surprised expression. “You want to study?”
I began to feel a little uneasy at this mildness of his, so I sighed heavily. “Never mind, forget it. I know, I joined the club, I’m going. What else can I do?”
“Don’t go.” He said it very simply and casually, as though he were saying, “Nice day.” He shrugged, “Don’t go. What the hell, it’s only a game.”
I had stopped halfway across the room, and now I just looked at him. “What d’you mean?” I muttered. What he meant was clear enough, but I was groping for what lay behind his words, for what his thoughts could possibly be. I might have asked, “Who are you, then?” instead. I was facing a total stranger.
“I didn’t know you needed to study,” he said simply, “I didn’t think you ever did. I thought it just came to you.”
It seemed that he had made some kind of parallel between my studies and his sports. He probably thought anything you were good at came without effort. He didn’t know yet that he was unique.
I couldn’t quite achieve a normal speaking voice. “If I need to study, then so do you.”
“Me?” He smiled faintly. “Listen, I could study forever and I’d never break C. But it’s different for you, you’re good. You really are. If I had a brain like that, I’d—I’d have my head cut open so people could look at it.”
“Now wait a second ...”
He put his hands on the back of a chair and leaned toward me. “I know. We kid around a lot and everything, but you have to be serious sometime, about something. If you’re really good at something, I mean if there’s nobody, or hardly anybody, who’s as good as you are, then you’ve got to be serious about that. Don’t mess around, for God’s sake.” He frowned disapprovingly at me. “Why didn’t you say you had to study before? Don’t move from that desk. It’s going to be all A’s for you.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, without any reason.
“It’s okay. I’ll oversee old Leper. I know he’s not going to do it.” He was at the door.
“Wait a minute,” I said more sharply. “Wait just a minute. I’m coming.”
“No you aren’t, pal, you’re going to study.”
“Never mind my studying.”
“You think you’ve done enough already?”
“Yes.” I let this drop curtly to bar him from telling me what to do about my work. He let it go at that, and went out the door ahead of me, whistling off key.
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iphisesque · 8 months
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IM HOME CAN I GET A FUCKING AMEN
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ragnarockz · 9 months
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tmnt makes me so emotional man
like yes, it was the catalyst for my bullying that lasted YEARS
yes, it was the only thing that kept me alive during those bullied years
yes, it allowed me to get into writing and making stories as a way to cope
yes, it makes me nostalgic
yes, it makes me excited for the future because hey, maybe we'll always get more tmnt
yes, I was the age of the boys when I first got into tmnt (13)
yes, I am now older than them and almost 30
yes, I'll never grow out of my 'TMNT phase'
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moonlightperseus · 1 month
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and now i’m suddenly dangerously on the verge of tears
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leolingo · 4 months
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thought this nearly 14 hour drive was going to kill me but ive almost made it just another 30 minutes until im home AT LAST
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crystallizedkingdoms · 3 months
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mitski over
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sharpstake · 3 months
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ending it all
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