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#i saw this one today and it was perfect
clov2r · 2 years
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*     calling     ...     natalie,     @yellowjacket7​.
             ❝     all     alex     cares     about     is     soccer.     i’m     beginning     to     feel     like     i     have     to     be     inflated     and     round,     with     black     spots     on     me     in     order     to     get     her     attention.     ❞
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waitineedaname · 9 months
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pov you are any adult within five minutes of meeting the specialest little princess in the world
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1rabong · 2 years
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Boros can’t cook
+) he woke him up
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runefactorynonsense · 7 months
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Cozytober - Day 30 - Campfire
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kaeyaphile · 28 days
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operation do not cry at my irl bestie’s wedding: FAILED
#kayleigh.txt#if the pets didn’t need to be watched i would’ve been one of the bridesmaids#she gave me the same giftbag she gave them and so we’re wearing the same jewelry but alas#but yeah uh. i cried. a lot. struggled hiding it lmao#my bestie looks so fucking beautiful and perfect and her now husband immediately started crying when he saw her#honestly same lmfaooo#she made direct eye contact with me when the officiant mentioned that this wouldn’t have been possible without their loving friends and fam#which. didn’t help stop my crying lmfaooo#i’m fine this is fine; the only other wedding i’ve been to was my sister’s and i was one of the bridesmaids so 🤷🏼‍♀️#i was not emotional at all during that because idgaf about my sister tbqh#she and i stay civil and tolerate each other for the sake of our father but that is it 🤷🏼‍♀️#good thing i didn’t wear any fucking makeup because it would be ruined 😂#i am going to hang out eat dinner drink wine socialize and dance a bit#hug my bestie and her husband and cry some more probably#and thej hopefully head home before 10pm 😬🤞🏻#the pets need their pm medications and also just like. attention and all that lmao#because i am their petsitter until tomorrow afternoon/evening#also i am chronically ill and mentally ill and tired and in pain from helping set up the venue yesterday#also also i desperately wanna just. vc with friends and play genshin impact/honkai: star rail/fallout 4 🥲👍🏻#my social battery had been drained dry meeting everyone yesterday so today is. difficult
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shamera · 2 months
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Keychains from @lightningstrikes-art came in today!! ٩(◕‿◕)۶ they are so so cute omgggg (no dmg, the bubbles are bc i haven't peeled the plastic layer yet)
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orcelito · 4 months
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As for my post this morning. If anyone was worried. Me personally I'm okay (I guess) but my dad's in the hospital and things r still very up in the air. So.
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demo-ness · 4 months
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i think this website may be allergic to the idea that most medications aren't for neurological stuff
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daz4i · 5 months
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was looking at potential apartments and. one of them was straight up in a students dorm building????? is that even legal
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sunlightfeeling · 1 year
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oh my god
the shirt that needs no reminder but…
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(rescanned this btw)
The advertisement photos seem to be from May 2021, so both shoots were probably around the same time?
could see him actually owning these, so either he liked it and bought the shirt after doing the first shoot or these were/are both his lol
…or secret third thing: Tarzan and TBC had a hidden agenda..to convince people that Kimura is actually a foxy lady
eta: if you would like a post thread of me trying to fix my “2021” mistake
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artsysurvivor · 1 year
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Don't Touch Me, I'm Scared
So, I've had this head-canon for awhile now and this prompt reminded me of it.
I find it highly doubtful that after being almost drowned Halt would get on a boat right away to sail to Araluen. No chance, nonzo. But I also think that his instincts would tell him to get to the docks as quickly as he could to get away from the guards and stuff.
So, he doesn't really let himself process what really happened, because 1, it would slow him down, and 2, it's painful emotionally, and frankly he didn't know how to deal with it. (Because he was never taught how to deal with emotions in a healthy manner)
Now, I also head-canon that Pritchard had trained him on the way there, and just generally did dad™️ things, or at least tried to. At that point, Halt was pretty distrustful of basically everybody, so he did what he was used to and shoved all his emotions down.
Until they actually got to the docks.
When they had entered the boarding area, the first thing they smelt* was fish and shrimp. Halt furrowed his brows and set his lips in a fine line. (Why let a little smell get to you? You're so close!) Pritchard asked if he was ok, and he replied by moving through the crowd. Pritchard sighed and tried to catch up to him, noticing that Declan was more visibly nervous than usual.
There were a lot of people hauling around supplies needed for their short and long trips ahead. Children ran, played, and screamed. Halt focused on the path ahead of him, trying to block out the people surrounding him. Before he had gone into the crowd, he got off Declan, leading him around by the reigns. While that drew less attention to him (the thought of being noticed was obviously pretty anxiety-inducing) it also made him feel more sweaty, and worse, more trapped. He grit his teeth and pressed onward, having to tug on Declan's reigns slightly to get him moving.
He finally made it to the boat, handing the captain a pouch of coins. He stared at the boat in front of him. He took in the rocking of the boat, and for the first time in a while he hesitated. He cursed himself and forced his feet to move. This time, Declan didn't, and instead neighed and kicked his feet (you know, the stereotypical freak out for a horse).
Halt paused on the deck and tried to calm him down.
As he did so, he could feel his heart pounding faster,
He smelt the shrimp, now a stronger smell than before.
and faster,
The rocking of the boat beneath his feet.
and faster,
Declan would not calm down for the life of him.
and faster.
The final nail in the coffin, so to speak, was when some of the ocean water splashed over him.
That's when he froze. His chest felt like it was going to burst open, his breathing was labored and he swore his lungs were closing up. The noise around him became blurred, as did his sight. His mind swam with disjointed memories from his past, and he was lightheaded.
Something—someone touched his hand, springing his body into motion again. He ran back to the woods.
Pritchard watches him run off, then grabbed Declan. He asked the captain for the refund, giving him a few of his own coins.
He had to do a double take when he saw him, deep in the woods, sitting next to a tree with his knees drawn up with his arms wrapped around them, his cloak almost completely sealing him from view. Pritchard got off his horse, Quinn, and knelt down beside him, hesitating. As much as he wanted to comfort him, he had no clue how to.
Hell, he didn't even know what exactly happened. Halt had gone far ahead, and he lost him among the crowd when he finally managed to get over to the ship that was heading towards Araluen, the boy's chest had already began to heave more frequently, and he seemed to become slightly more clumsy. Then, some water splashed on him, and he stopped moving, his hands resting on his chest and throat, and slightly hunched over. And, Pritchard didn't know if it was on purpose or not, but he had been staring at him. He pushed past the captain and tried to talk to him, but he didn't seem to register what was being said. He reached out his hand, making it brush against Halt's.
Panic lined his facial features, even more so than before, and he screamed something around the lines of "Don't touch me!" before bolting off.
The sun had been setting way too fast for his liking as he was trying to find him.
Quinn reacted before he did, sniffing the top of Halt's messy hair.
Halt looked up at them at the sensation, red surrounding his deep brown eyes, the source of the tear stains on his cheeks. He looked so small against the world, and Pritchard was reminded of how young he really was.
A broken voice came out of his mouth as he tried to speak. Pritchard knelt down beside him, looking up at the sky as to not stress him further. Halt swallowed and tried again, to avail. He squeezed the fabric of his pants tighter in frustration.
"It's alright, Halt. Unless you need something," Pritchard said, turning to face him. "Do you?"
Halt bit his lip and looked away.
"Listen, you're not bothering me if you do. I want to help you, I really do," Pritchard said. "So... do you need something?"
Halt shook his head.
"Are you sure? You've said this before, and-" he gestured vaguely. "It didn't turn out so well."
Halt thought for a moment, squinting his eyes. His brain was still foggy; it was hard to think straight. He nodded.
"Alright. I'll be setting up camp, so if you come up with anything, you can..." He felt pressure and warmth around his waist, the force of those things knocking him back. He had to catch his breath before putting his hand on the back of Halt's head, combing through his hair with his fingers, his other hand a securing weight among the boy's back.
After a couple of minutes, Halt pulled away slightly, taking a deep breath and swallowing.
"The boats," Halt said, his voice cracking. His eyes filled with exasperation among the already present fear. "Ferris, the guards..."
"We'll worry about all that once you've rested. For now, though, I promise you that everything will be ok."
Halt raised his eyebrow. "Promise." he said sarcastically.
"Promise."
"Over optimistic."
"What, do you doubt my skills?"
"Sometimes," Halt teased, pointing at him. "You're old with creaky joints."
Halt yawned as Pritchard stared at him. The old man sighed good-naturely. "What am I going to do with you?"
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queenlua · 2 years
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shitpost-y idea:
there should be a March Madness-style tournament where you have all the most contemptible/batshit internet subcultures throw down against each other. get the narenda modi stans in a brawl with mumsnet terfs. put all of voltron fandom in a cage match with the pro-Putin tankies. etc
with any luck, by the end of it, they’ll have all eliminated each other, and the internet can enter a golden age of peace. Pax Internata
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lr31o · 8 days
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i'm gonna sound like such a hater but i was watching the craving (single version)'s music video, where it's basically about tyler's feelings towards scaled and icy's reception.
and i do feel for him, you spend so much of your time and you give so much of yourself to make art only for it to be discarded and hated. but there's a more cynical part of me that's like... it's not my fault the album was bad though lol stop trying to guilt trip me
i genuinely believe Scaled and Icy was twenty one pilots' darkest moment. i don't just mean because of how the album was received critically, or the content of the songs themselves, but i think people forget that a huge part of the vitriol towards SAI was because it was fresh off the heels off of Tyler's platforms tweet incident.
it was kind of a big deal. people were getting their tattoos covered/removed and shit. tyler couldn't even apologize initially and doubled down on it
and so, charged with this momentum of infamy + the album genuinely just being lackluster compared to their other works, scaled and icy was devoured by the crowd. and honestly i feel like the backlash they received for it was lowkey deserved. it was just karma for weird behavior
anyway. my point is that i don't feel bad about thinking scaled and icy isn't up to snuff. it sucks. it's okay if you like it. it's okay if you don't. at the end of the day, the album was a financial success and they're still millionaires. from an artist's point of view, i know it hurts when people shit on your art. but i don't feel bad for thinking it's bad.
i'm glad we have Clancy to usher in a new era of songs. he can mark a new point in time to start fresh. tyler has long since apologized, and honestly? it's just a fantastic reminder that everyone you look up to has the capacity to fuck up. everyone fucks up. it's what makes us human
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torgawl · 9 months
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the more we discover about dion's father and anabella the more i'm happy dion impaled the shit out of that motherfucker and the more frustrated i become anabella got an easy death by killing herself. not that i expected clive or joshua to do anything because i don't think they're those types of people but it would have been satisfying to me
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bangcakes · 4 months
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raksh-writes · 2 months
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I really shouldn’t have made my current (and general second) run of BG3 as a tempest cleric/storm sorcerer combo, because it's so damn fun that now I won’t want to play as anything else 😂🙈
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