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my-prison · 8 months
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cough... hey guyss
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samijey · 2 months
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Tiffany Stratton (Smackdown 01/03/2024)
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what if i cried
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11x13kyle · 7 months
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Kyle's millennials against canada thing makes me so crazy you don't understand like he is his mother's daughter, he is like her in a way that he always has been and always will be but he insists that he's not, he doesn't want to be his mom but there's nothing that can be done about it it's who he is they are inseparable in a way neither a child or even a mother truly wants
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I DO UNDERSTAND. I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND BC IM ALSO ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT THIS. in many ways south park is about resenting your parents and then becoming them in the process of trying not to.
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mourninglamby · 1 month
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tongue - miss anhedonia please for the love of god come back to Spotify
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hella1975 · 3 months
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wondering why old ladies aren’t smiling at me around town as much this morning then remember im wearing hoops and a puffer jacket and generally look like a bitchy year 9 girl who’s about to punch someone
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m7h33 · 2 months
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I started it, so I also finished it. That took a while, holy smokes.
Meet the baristas on their bartender shift! What drinks will they mix tonight? Who knows, but please, dear customer, step into Starlight Club tonight!
Lunary: “Please, do come in!” She greeted the customers with a smile, while quietly mumbling underneath her breath, “I still need to pay the bills this month…”
Also:
Bellflower Bat belongs to @sg-the-mag-by !
Starlight Club belongs to @alice-angel12x !
Lunary Heartsore belongs to me, oh, just look at all these beautiful things.
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sir-kuroo · 8 months
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|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ ꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱ ͜ |
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𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙄
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
@slowlyholypeanut :: knows that he's pretty and uses it to his advantage; slowly undresses in front of you but doesn't allow you touch him or make a move rather he makes you thirst for him; rakes his bangs away from his face as he pumps on his length while you watch, almost drooling; use that pretty mouth, tell me what you want, tell me where you want it
KISS IT BETTER - RIHANNA
Take it on back boy, take it back all night Just take it on back, take it on back Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night Hurting bad man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye
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18+ ASK GAME :: SONG MATCHUP
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intertexts · 4 months
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me rewatchinf arcane for fun on crimis day and checkinf tumblr for fun to see ur third sem (p5) lb like whaaaat the fuck is the timing imgoinf insane jinx is on screen rn while ure lbing akc laundromat appearance..... imgpinf to wxplode whathrwufcibwjfhwhhdhdh the blorbos ever
sorry for the unintelligible absolutelyderanged ask It Will Happen Agaim i am blowing u up with my brain !!!!1!!1!:!
HHDJDKFJDHFB THE UNIVERSE CONSPIRING TO GIVE U SPECIFICALLY 1 MILLION BLORBO EMOTIONS!!! <33333
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heung-mins · 7 months
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how has it only been like 20 minutes it feels like 56
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ihamtmus · 11 months
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ahalliance · 4 months
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fitpac are so fucking cute imso .
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warverse · 2 years
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So, there’s some bad news.  As expected- the game file fucked itself over. I lost some files in their transfer and therefore the game so far is just gone. I just lost it all XD So I don’t think I’ll be able to complete it by the end of this year with Christmas and other events coming up (The end of the year being much busier)  So here is what was remaining. I of course plan to continue Warverse but just in another medium that is reliable to me! Next year will be much more animations, comics and I will also be mostly working on @feed-the-machine my analog horror series!
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marcspectrr · 2 years
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Adding onto this, aka, a continuation on how the boys and Layla all connect to each other through writing, I headcanon Marc and Layla wrote letters to each other.
This was something I thought more about when I was reading a piece of @betweenthescarletmoon 's writing (that is not out yet but trust me, when it is, it'll be amazing).
Marc, we know, is not good with words. He is intimately aware of the weight they carry and the severity of marks they leave behind when delivered certain ways. He knows that hearing them screamed can have the same effect of hearing them calmly while staring at a stoic face and spoken in a voice devoid of proper care. A voice wiped free of motherly recognition and warped into something just as long lasting, something just as imprinting. He's witnessed the impact a simple slur in the speech can have on the words themselves. He knows how many times a mean name can ring through someone's head at night. He's regrettably aware of the intricacies words take on when used as weapons, more so than when they're used to give affection and endearment a sound with some vowels and some cadence. Hearing words, it leaves impressions. Sometimes life-long, sometimes the impressions throb and ache with no end in sight.
When he meets Layla, her voice gives words a new meaning, somehow.
It becomes his favorite sound. He finds himself hearing it when it's not him she's talking to. Over time he memorizes the way her accent wraps around her syllables, recognizes the lilts and the pauses, making them truly her own. There's an openness and liveliness, sweet and genuine, distinct and addicting to listen to. Soon, he doesn't have to look at her to know she has a smile on her face, or when she's suppressing one. He anticipates the fond teases and stumbles a little bit more in love with her when they come as a surprise. He learns the tones that ask for help, and the ones that ask for advice and levity and sincerity she seeks out only from him.
He understands what comfort she wants when she quietly recites French poetry, loves the way even the foreign words can't escape her accent, and almost chokes on his beer the first time she jokingly imitates his own Chicago drawl. She fails horribly with the most shameless laugh, breathlessly weak in her posture as she leans into him and it's so dangerously endearing, Marc can barely swallow the rest of his drink. It's the first form of intimacy they share, these calm whispers when on missions together. Steady little somethings he found himself drinking up when it was just the two of them strategizing their next move, hanging onto when the mission got ugly, clinging to when it was the only thing he wanted to hear in the wake of a violent flashback.
Her voice brought a safety he couldn't always navigate but craved nonetheless, like a flame's inherent thirst for oxygen. Her words, though, they left marks he didn't know words were capable of.
Tender marks. They didn't sting, they tickled when she playfully spoke them in their early mornings under the sheets. They didn't bruise, they soothed when she softly spoke them in their moments of panicked uncertainty. They didn't burn and cut, they learned and healed. They didn't hurt. They ached, but only from the relief they brought. Because Layla was always better with them than he was. She was fearless, he thought, so articulate. What she gave him, he could only ever dream of giving her.
He didn't want to break what they had by spilling his thoughts too harshly, making them come out all wrong. What if he's careful and it still comes out like a scream? What if he's quiet and it still comes out louder than it was supposed to? What if his words fall out and stain her in welts like a belt stains skin? He knew reaching for her hands instead of talking won't always be enough.
It's their fifth mission together when he gets the letter.
They're not actually on the mission together; the operation is widespread, putting them almost in separate countries. He reads it once, realizes even without her speaking the words to him that he can still hear her voice in them, and then reads it again. It's brief, despite it being a good while since they've seen each other, though Marc reads it a third time, eyes lingering on the 'I miss you' at the end. There was a permission to believe it, seeing it like this, so permanently expressed on the page. Something he could keep without the threat of it fading from his memory, or being overshadowed by the conflicting voices in his head telling him he's a horrible person for dragging her down to his depths.
He writes back, finding that fear of speaking in the wrong way finally subdued. The words come and he wonders how much of him she hears when she reads his reply almost two weeks later. It's a comforting routine they start, whenever they spend time away from each other, providing him physcial peices of her words to carry around with him.
The night before he leaves her, he notices a yellow clasp envelope in their closet, holding the other half of the conversations that he had stashed away in his backpack, in a nearly identical envelope. The storage locker was strictly meant for the essentials, he tells himself, carefully pulling the envelope from his bag and sliding into one of the totes tightly pushed up against the wall, half wondering if what Layla and him used to have even existed anymore. If keeping the letters is his way of...processing. He thinks of the postcards littering the fishtank in a layout with no rhyme or reason and can't help but find the connection. Keeping pieces of people who no longer exist.
Tl;dr -> Marc is a damn simp, rightfully so, and we love him for it.
Okay, now I'm gonna do Jake next :)
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kawaiixriot · 2 years
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God damn his voice is so sexy 🥵🫠
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blondekimlip · 2 years
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Kinda worried, why does this Loona tour feel cursed
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