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bisquitly · 2 months
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.... freaking ananas lonkero did not just almost make me cry
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smolbeanxoxo · 2 years
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Over-worked, over-stressed, overthinking
Under-slept, under-cuddled, underpaid
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akindplace · 2 years
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I find it funny that some people question the gender/sexuality of others so much so they decide that anyone labeled “different” should have no rights and get so mad about what other people do in their private lives when it doesn’t affect them in any way. Idk, you choose to be mad about something that has nothing to do with you and think that people should suffer for this when you could, you know, walk away and live your own life without meddling on people’s bodies. We need to have legislation so others don’t commit hate crimes to others because of what they do in their privates life with consent because some people think they have a right to know about private things like that and the right to interfere.
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babsaros · 3 months
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hey, regular reminder that if you get someone in your inbox (that you have never interacted with before/has never been following you) asking you to reblog a post on their blog (sob story asking for donations, usually about a pet to make it extra guilt-trippy) and they specifically ask you to answer this ask privately (for a vague and weak reason, why wouldn't they want more eyes on this post?) and then you go to their blog and their account is days old at most (and they're even claiming they have an old account that got shadowbanned ((?? being "shadowbanned" on tumblr does not mean you can't still post from that account?)) but never mention the url of that old blog) and all their reblogs are straight from the op and not from anyone they might be following who reblogged the post first (indicating they just quickly searched a semi-popular fandom tag to reblog some innocuous fanart to make the blog seem lived in)-
this is probably a scam :/ keep your eye out for odd details, inconsistency, and a glaring lack of credibility. stay safe out there everypony.
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Are you telling me that Mike "I keep every drawing of Will in a binder carefully, I have Will's drawings taped on my basement wall even now even though I remove and change many other posters, I give a drawing made by my best friend to my girlfriend to put in her room" Wheeler saw that Will brought a painting at the airport and didn't ask him to show it to him because he wasn't interested? No way...
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FL Leo: I feel like you're playing favorites.
Nardo: *sipping out of a coffee mug covered in Donnie's face, wearing a hat with the letter D on it and a purple shirt that says "I 💜 Donnie" on the front*
Nardo: ...no idea what are you talking about...
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lilac-udon · 8 months
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the share dream idea I had a very long ago but it's pretty angsty and probably not realistic so yeah basically, Sunny has his only little dream and the dw basil IS basil, he is just green (and sometimes Stanger, it depends so, basil has his own little dream of everyone being fine and then getting dumped into black space, separate himself from the other=basically he is having nightmares, and he dreams about Sunny trying to save him but eventually, he would get killed or killed by Sunny. Either way, he sees this as a punishment for himself For years he had nightmares most of the time yippy
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shining-m00nlight · 2 years
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I often forget how uncool the Tully Banner is. Until I think of the german word for trout (Forelle).
And remember that it is that ugly ass fish that my grandma served every Saturday with brown scales and empty eye sockets!
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thetarttfuldickhead · 5 months
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A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.
Masterpost / AO3
5.
Everything was not all right. Bleary-eyed and with the beginnings of a headache brewing, Jamie slumped down on the bench by his cubby, ignoring the excited chatter of the dressing room and politely (he hoped) brushing off Dani’s attempt at getting his in-depth opinions on Dani’s new socks. (They were decent. Little bland, but the colours went nicely with Dani’s skin tone.)
Evidently, making nice with Coach Nate had not been enough to appease the universe, because Jamie had spent the better part of last night staring at his phone, trying to work up the courage to call his mum without any success, and now he’d spent the better part of training trying to figure out what the matter was, also without any success.
It was fucking weird. It shouldn’t have been hard, calling her. It wasn’t like they never talked or anything, he’d spoken to her just last month. But it was different now, somehow, when he knew he wouldn’t just be talking to her, but actually talking to her.
Fuck. He’d been so sure that saying sorry to Nate would do the trick.
More out of desperation than anything else, Jamie stuck his head into the head coaches’ office. Ted wasn’t around, but Coach Beard was sat by his desk, feet up on it and with a book in his hands.  
”Do I need to apologise to you?” Jamie asked without preamble.
Beard looked up from his book, fixing Jamie with that unnerving stare of his. “What for?”
“I dunno.” He couldn’t actually remember ever speaking much to the man before, but maybe he’d managed to somehow wrong him anyway.
“Then I guess not.” Sounding supremely unimpressed, Beard returned to his book.
Well. Jamie made a face. It had been a long shot anyway.
He undressed; he showered; he changed. He agreed to a beer with Jeff and Arlo later that night. He wasn’t really in the mood, but he figured he still wasn’t in a position to turn down invitations. Wanted to show willing and all that. Besides, Jeff had always been easy company. Only one of the team that hadn’t thrown a fit about him coming back.
As he made his way to out of the building he passed by Keeley’s office, and paused. Keeley was by far the smartest person he knew, and dead good to talk to. She’d probably have some ideas about what he should do next.
Though the last time he’d gone to her for advice, she’d sent him off to Dr. Sharon and Dr. Sharon was home with the flu so that was no good.
He went into Keeley’s office anyway. She wasn’t there, but the room smelled like her, sweet and floral, and the familiar fragrance was both soothing and a little painful for the pang of longing it brought. He fucking missed her, in a way he hadn’t expected to when she dumped him. Back then he’d mostly been disappointed about not having the Keeley Jones for a girlfriend anymore and missing out on more of the frankly mindblowing sex, but the more time passed, the more he started to miss other things. How clever she was. Funny. Kind.
It was good, though, the way they could still be friends. He was pretty sure Keeley wasn’t the one he was needed to make things up to; he knew she wasn’t upset with him anymore, in spite of him not treating her as good as she had deserved. He hadn’t ever meant to hurt her, he just hadn’t thought.
In a fit of inspiration, he dug out his phone and after several seconds of careful consideration  put together a quick text to Amy.
Sorry I was a prick on the show. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Hope you’re all right
Then, lest she get the wrong idea, he quickly added:
Not trying to get back together or anything.
Somewhat to his surprise, he received an answer in less than a minute:
i wouldn’t get back with you if you begged me to
i’m engaged to david now
you’re a poophead but i’m paying for the wedding with the money i made selling my story to the papers so we’re square
Jamie’s gut twisted at that. As much as he loved attention and as much as he hadn’t any qualms about getting naked and fucking around on the show, the idea of Amy crying about how he’d cheated on her and dishing out all the sorted details that hadn’t made it into the final cut made him queasy. At least it meant they were cool, though, so he sent a thumbs up and tried to put it out of his mind.
He didn’t put the phone away. He scrolled through his contacts until he landed on “Mummy”. Let his finger hover over it for a long time, but it was no good. Apparently texting Amy hadn’t helped either.
Fuck, he wished Keeley was here. Even if she couldn’t or wouldn’t help him with his problem just talking to her would have made him feel better. Always did.
His eyes fell on the a life-size cutout of Roy Keeley, in spite of her otherwise impeccable taste, kept by the wall, and his lips curled into a sneer. Odds were Keeley was over talking to him right now, maybe even curling up next to him and petting his hair, though what she saw in that decrepit wanker was a fucking mystery. Sure, Roy was fit, but anyone who’d spent more than two minutes in a room with the man knew he was a miserable old twat, and if there was one person Jamie wasn’t sorry about being a prick to it was—
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Hang on. Wait a minute.
Oh. Fuck.
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writethrough · 1 year
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thinking of you and eddie whilst i eat hamburger helper for dinner
Both Eddie and I are very jealous. Our baby raccoon is ravenous.
My favorite one is the double cheeseburger.😋
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llitchilitchi · 1 year
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the real and imaginary axis used for complex numbers but used for blorbo classification
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scootersscooter · 2 years
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Sometimes you just gotta look at characters and unexpectedly think: they have massive t-boy swag
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iliyanaofcasimir · 1 year
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she lock on my tomb till I ORTUS
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ariose-ghoul · 2 years
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why do the trolls have titty. they do not need them.
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stuckinapril · 5 months
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lived my whole life in guilt bc i thought i was responsible for people's feelings. newly realizing that other people are responsible for their feelings and reactions, even if they make it seem like i'm the problem. a lot of the time it really has to do w them and their own emotional regulation. i can't keep thinking i'm not allowed to have space bc of other people's insecurities. like i literally refuse to dim myself. other people are responsible for their feelings just as i'm responsible for mine.
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jaylor · 5 months
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im buying a sweatshirt and i miss not having to pay sales tax when i lived in minnesota cause it was considered an essential for living; which imo IT IS
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