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strongermonster · 1 year
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why is this written like it's trying to hypnotize me into making a batch of caramelized onions, and more importantly, why is it working
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scyllas-revenge · 1 month
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I made a magnolia tea latte so good I'm having a religious experience at my desk
this is a PSA to go steal some magnolia flowers from your neighbor's yard TODAY
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symphonyofsilence · 10 days
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What drives me even more insane about this scene is how you'd expect Gojo to imagine High school era! Geto in the crowd. Or at least not the cult leader, worst of all the curse users Geto Suguru. But no, it's the cult leader Geto. It's Geto as Gojo last remembered him. As Geto last was. Whatever choices Geto made, wherever his choices led him and them, however he was, whoever he was, traumas and messed up ideas and bad choices and ill reputations and scorns and all. Gojo wanted Geto Suguru there. Not any ideal version. Not any "what if" version. Not any "at some point in time before things went downhill" version. Not any "when your hands weren't stained with innocent blood" version. He knew very well what he wanted. And he wanted it all the same. He wanted Geto Suguru. However he was. He just wanted him to be there. He just wanted him to be.
And he didn't want him to help him, he didn't want him to fight with him even if they were strongest together and always fought together for a while. He just wanted him to be there in the crowd and cheer him on. He just wanted him to stand there and give him one of his sweet, heartwarming smiles that shaped his eyes into crescent moons. He just wanted him to be. Then even if Gojo had died in the end anyway, he would have been satisfied. It would have been worth it. Only if Geto was there.
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huariqueje · 4 months
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Big snow (changes) -    Sebastian Blanck , 2022.
American, b. 1976 -
Pen and ink with gouache on paper , 60 x 72 in.
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chronomaza · 7 months
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So I just found satan in my pokemon ultra sun playthrough
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obsob · 2 years
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ive started doing lino again. i forgot how nice it feels to make something out of nothing
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weaponizedducks · 1 month
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If bbc merlin wasn't gay then tell me why my middle aged, agressively heterosexual father that thought neil and todd were straight just turned to me and told me magic was an allegory for queerness. fucking riddle me that
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sashaforthewin · 7 months
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The mosh pit was intense. 
Steve had never been to a concert with moshing, but after a few moments of assessing the situation while trying to protect Dustin, he got the hang of it. There seemed to be one main focused clump of violence and then the edges where people were taking hits but not giving them. Steve instinctively knew this was where he was meant to go, so he positioned himself between the moshers and his charge. Dustin, unfortunately, seemed completely clueless and kept trying to get around Steve to get in on the fun. 
Upon closer observation, Steve noticed that the pit, while chaotic, wasn't actually as violent as he first thought. If someone went down, everyone around them pulled the person up. No fists were colliding. It was wild and bodies were slamming into each other, but it didn't seem life-threatening. So Steve looked at Dustin and said, "once around and then back here," before stepping aside and letting Dustin into the chaos.
Steve's eyes tracked Dustin's progress around the pit while he continued to take the hits the people behind him clearly didn't want to take. Bodies slammed against him, but there was something about it that was starting to be fun. There was a sort of camaraderie to the whole thing.
The moshing was moving in a sort of slow clockwise rotation, seemingly without anyone consciously choosing to do so. But then a guy slammed into Steve from the opposite direction, swimming against the stream, as it were, laughing and smiling. He looked at Steve and then did a double take.
"Hi," the guy said, now standing still within the mosh pit, unphased by the bodies slamming into him from all angles as he took Steve's hand in a slow shake, staring at him with huge dark eyes and a wide smile. 
"Hi," Steve responded. 
"I love your hair!" The guy said, still holding onto Steve's hand.
"Thanks, I love your vest!"
"Thanks, do you-" he started to ask but was cut off when the pit started to speed up and everyone started slam-dancing in a faster rotation. The guy was swept away into the circle and Steve lost sight of him.
Steve blinked. Then he saw Dustin, whose loud shirt was much easier to spot at a distance, and yanked him out of the circle pit. He could sort of see the guy every once in a while but the pit had him now so Steve continued his barrier duties of protecting the general crowd from the moshing and Dustin continued enjoying the raucous music.
As soon as the song ended, the guy popped back up next to Steve. 
"I love your energy, by the way. I haven't seen you at any shows around. I'm Eddie," he said, flirty, taking Steve's hand again, not really shaking it but more formal than the typical holding hands. 
"I'm Steve. Ow, and this is Dustin who I babysit because he is an immature little child," Steve said, rubbing the back of his leg where Dustin had kicked him.
Dustin was glaring.
"Dude, you don't have to call it babysitting, I'm fifteen."
"Don't worry, little fella, maybe your hot babysitter will invite me over some night he's watching you so we can hang out without you after your bed time."
"Ew. Also, he makes out with women, he likes women," Dustin proclaimed. 
"And more," Steve shrugged, still staring and smiling at Eddie. 
"More, huh? Well I am most definitely more."
Steve had never gone after a guy before, but he couldn't deny the appeal of someone so obviously really attracted to him. His inability to tell if he liked someone or if he liked that they liked him had caused him issues in the past and it sure wasn't showing signs of stopping any time soon, so he just embraced it. He was always willing to give it a shot and see what happened. 
So, with that in mind they exchanged numbers and then got to chatting. Dustin got bored and snuck off back to the mosh pit and Steve decided he could deal with whatever consequences he ended up with, which later turned out to be a bunch of bruises and a bloody, but unbroken, nose. 
But in the meantime, Steve and Eddie discovered they were both in Chicago for the concert and were actually both from the same town, though about as far away from each other as they could possibly live while still being in the town limits. They made plans to hang out at the Hideout the following weekend just in case they lost each other's numbers, and then they were rudely interrupted by Dustin turning up with blood pouring out of his nose. Eddie grabbed them some bar napkins and Steve decided they'd better call it a night. 
"Here, little man, we can trade shirts so you don't have to jumpscare your parents with gore. I like Weird AL and I don't mind being covered in blood. That sounded weird, don't take that the wrong way, Steve."
After some grumbling, Dustin and Eddie swapped shirts. Steve thanked him for being so considerate and kind by pulling him in by the hand and placing a small kiss on his lips, which Eddie eagerly reciprocated and the two made out hot and heavy for a moment until Dustin yelled at them and dragged Steve away.
Eddie just stood there smiling and watching his future husband get pulled out of the club by a disgruntled teen now rocking a Corroded Coffin shirt. After they were out of sight, he sighed wistfully and then headed back into the new circle pit that was just forming. 
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sappho-ilmarinen · 5 months
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shehzadi · 5 months
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feel like the fact that israel bombed balata refugee camp, nablus (west bank) has been unintentionally overshadowed by everything else that’s happened in the last few days (namely, israel targeting practically all of the hospitals in ghazzah, forcing evacuations and bombing several schools) but don’t think that that was something insignificant. don’t let what’s happening in the west bank go overlooked. because (as far as i know anyway) that was the first bombardment in the west bank since Oct 7th and it came amid rapidly rising settler violence, arrests (~3000 made since Oct 7th) and targeting of hospitals and medical staff in the west bank. ghazzah is the main target for now but don’t think that means the west bank isn’t facing the same threats.
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crunchchute · 4 months
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frenchiepal · 3 months
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7.1.24 🌠 google scholar save me...google scholar...save me google scholar
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the whole "the white lotus would be the gaang if aang unfroze early" thing is dumb and makes no sense for multiple reasons (bumi's like 50 years older than everybody else, iroh & piandao & jeong jeong were busy being baby imperialists) but the worst part is that it means everyone's sleeping on the actual most logical early emergence au: hama cracking open the cold boy
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carduelis-art · 3 months
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ariesles · 5 months
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•Time for fun!
Another art on the beautiful au Springdad! (I hope you enjoy it Starbs!)
(I have two options for your taste.. I couldn't decide)
interesting.. Does Elizabeth know how to juggle?🤔..Does William like cabbage pie?
@skeletoninthemelonland
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muscosus · 1 year
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