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#they would so do this
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Perfection
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0hheytherebigbadwolf · 7 months
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Malia: The cow says...
Bby Eli: Moo!
Cora: The dog says...
Bby Eli: Woof!
Peter: The pig says...
Bby Eli: You have the right to remain silent!
Peter: Attaboy!
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lovelyinspiration1463 · 6 months
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Somewhere in the Tennant-Verse #2 - A Scottish Crossover
Campbell, holding a camera: I'll have to make some adjustments to my film. Alec, I think you should play the role of my father.
Alec: *scowls* I don't wanna be your father.
Campbell: Perfect, you already know your lines.
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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year
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I need to share this brainrot from the dog ask ✨
Sweetheart: Good Boy!
The boys: Thank you
Sweetheart, clearly petting her dog and talking to him: What was that?
HAHAHA BYE IT WOULD BE SO AWKWARD AFTERWARDS I LOVE THIS
Bernard and Dagger would look at them so confused and Sweetheart would be mentally smacking herself and the boys. Mr. Slickback would just huff while getting petted.
(Should've said this before, but Sweetheart says good boy passive aggressively after she has won an argument or one of the guys doesn't listen to her. Example--
Sweetheart, still pissed: Now can you PLEASE-- do that for me?
Graves, huffing: Yeah. I will.
Sweetheart, nose scrunching and baring her canines: Good boy.
Graves, watching her walk away:
Price: what the FU-
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rupphiremoyo · 9 months
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Darius: Sammy, this is difficult for us to say but—
Kenji: —YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!
Sammy: Wait, what? Why?!
Brooklynn: For stealing Yaz's heart.
Yaz: Did you guys just hit on Sammy for me?
Ben: We're tired of WAITING, Yaz.
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mryaksalot · 4 months
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Me: "Hey, Warners! Do you spoil yourselves?"
The Warners as they lean back in their recliners, wearing robes and drinking a hot cup of tea like they're royals:
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"How urbane-y"
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fruitsyrups · 11 months
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had a thought that bmo wanted to rp a man with facial hair so he put permeant marker on his screen and jake has to windex it off
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I LOVE THIS IDEA. i feel like i forgot how to draw jake though, I'm so rusty 😭
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the-red-archer · 9 months
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Adam: How do you spell showfer?
Chase: *Chauffeur
Adam: Ooooo fancy pants rich Mcgee over here fucc u
Leo: spelling bee ass 😭
Bree: he gon give you the definition next 😭😭
Inspired by a reblog I saw on @mushed-kid acc
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yumnutellasandwich · 10 months
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mike ‘collects rocks and gives them to will’ wheeler and will ‘paints the rocks that mike gives him’ byers
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They did it for the meme.
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0hheytherebigbadwolf · 2 months
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I just know that the knights have a weekly meeting consisting of “so what the hell is Merlin’s actual job here” because they understand he’s a manservant, but they’ve never before seen a manservant offer the king advice, travel on hunts, come along on fights, and write speeches. There’s literally no other manservants that come along with them on hunts, it’s legit just Merlin so clearly this is not in the job description (and it’s never anyone else, if Merlin is say doing things for Gaius because he’s also the physician’s apprentice). Percival is the one to start it, tentatively asking one day after Merlin came on a hunt and spent a decent chunk of it critiquing the king’s speech before saying he’d write another one for the king to look at and Arthur just nodded “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m knew here and I’ve gotta ask: what are Merlin’s actual jobs here? Why is he writing speeches?” One of the older knights heaves a sigh and says, “Welcome to Camelot, here’s one of our core rules: Merlin’s jobs are whatever the hell he says they are. If he says he needs to inspect the armor, let him. If he says he’s gotta go help heal some person, let him. If he’s roaming around the castle in the middle of the night, pretend you see nothing.” Leon pulls out a paper that is titled “Things Merlin has done that either he and/or Arthur claims are in his job description” and includes, but is not limited to, writing speeches, supervising other servants at feasts, tagging along with Arthur on quests (with an asterisk saying no, you may not bring your own servant with you, this is a Merlin thing and a Merlin thing only), being doctor on quests, and telling knights what they can and cannot do against magical creatures and occasionally bandits
The (Un)Official Meeting of the Round Table.
They keep tabs on other nobles. They discuss trading shifts. They talk about their respective squires. They keep track of the "It Has Been [X] Days Since Our Last Disaster" board. And they take notice of "what weird thing Merlin has done this week". They call it bird watching.
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jortsbian · 4 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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brown-spider · 10 months
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Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933
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spyglassrealms · 1 year
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had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing
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hamletthedane · 2 months
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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.
I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.
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