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almoststedytimetravel · 6 months
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The Ace Attorney Localisation setting the games in LA is really funny for a variety of reasons but one of the funniest is in investigations one, Edgeworth returns from Europe, starting from Borginina (some where in eastern Europe I assume) to Zheng Fa (Most likely based on Hong Kong) as a layover spot to refuel, then to LA. Which is so obviously a dumb way of planning a flight just obsoletely ridiculous!
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beauty-of-nyx · 19 days
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If you feel personally victimised by a simple post reminding everyone to tag their posts and reblogs
do better
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unhinged-nymph · 6 months
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The absolute dissertation I could write on just the first 20 minutes of this new ear biscuits
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Lol I saw all those stories about Meghan Markle asking Kate Middleton for lip gloss but I missed that Kate actually let her use it?! Better person than me for sure. The complaint was basically that Kate “grimaced” when she used it lol
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airagorncharda · 2 years
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got anon hate, in this the year 2022 of somebody else’s lord, for “stanning peggy the nazi” and it took me a VERY long time to figure out they must be talking about??? peggy carter??? from the MCU. Who is:
not a nazi in any known universe, to my knowledge, and in fact fights against nazis,
a character I haven’t reblogged anything about for [checks my own tags] TWO YEARS, and then ANOTHER 2 years before that one post, 
and I really cannot stress this enough, very much FIGHTING AGAINST nazis (as of last time I knew anything about her, at least)
and I really cannot stress this enough, not a character or fandom I give any fucks about at all at this point,
and not a character I “stanned” to begin with
anon haters are so fucking weird, and would be hilarious in JUST how little fucking sense they make, IF they weren’t also violently hateful. Bonkers. If you see this anon, I hope you get help
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spaceoperetta · 2 years
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Looked up then plot of The School of Good and Evil books bc that’s what I do with Netflix adaptations I will never watch of books I will never read.
Was not prepared to be absolutely slapped with “the two main girls kiss on the lips as a true love’s kiss to break a spell at the end of the first book but later books say it was a “friendship kiss” and drop it completely and THEN reveals that they are actually biological sisters
What a speedrun of backpedaling
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freckleslikestars · 5 months
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One of my favourite things about oxbridge students is how they always assume their pretty universal stipend experiences are something only oxbridge students deal with, but then the things that really are specific to oxbridge they assume are universal.
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akutahaha · 1 year
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anyone else get excited to go to places/new places for beaks n stuff because that means u got to bring the "people" or "characters" in your head with you and they too can experience the things u do and see all the stuff. carrying them around to play with like a imaginary toybox in your head except they were not toys cuz u couldn’t control them.
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maybeinanotherworld · 8 months
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physics professors are really going through it- every day, I think about my quantum physics professor who once went on a rant about how there's too many types of mustard these days followed by the words "well, at least quantum physics is less complicated than the mustard aisle" followed by one of the most cursed derivations I have ever seen
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alxclaremont · 2 years
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someone please pray for my sanity i start classes tomorrow and i dont wanna
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starfira · 2 years
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can't beleive im going to start school in 3 months i feel like i graduated 2 years ago but it was actually just this past december
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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💙❤️Happy Holidays!❤️💙
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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Eddie’s doing some dumb trick with a couple of wooden spoons, clever hands making them move through the air in improbable ways, and Steve’s about to bite his whisk in half. 
He’d thought for sure that Eddie would be going home the first week; Edward Munson, 29, bartender/musician from Brighton with mismatched tattoos and wild hair, seemed like exactly the kind of pretentious asshole who would flame out early with some ill-advised hipster experimentation. If Steve (28, social worker from Indiana, USA) had been a complete asshole, he’d have said that Eddie didn’t have the fundamentals. That he was all sizzle, no steak. 
It’s a good thing Steve’s not a complete asshole, because Eddie’s been blowing the technicals out of the water so consistently it’s actually pretty fucking embarrassing. His signatures and showstoppers are making a very respectable showing too, except for the time he tried to incorporate some fresh pandan extract and fucked up the liquid ratio, leaving him with a dripping mess that Mary’d declined to even try. 
Afterwards, Steve had seen him leaning against a tree and struggling to light a cigarette. Steve went over for no particular reason, flicking on his lighter and holding it out like a peace offering. Eddie looked at him warily, but bent over the offered flame. 
“Can’t believe I made it through this one,” Eddie said after a moment, white smoke curling out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I feel like that every week.” Steve leaned against the tree next to Eddie. It was a big tree, the kind that’s probably been growing in this field since before England was even England. 
“Nah, but—c’mon, you know what I mean.”
“You had some bad luck with your showstopper. Happens to the best of us, man. Your signature hand pies looked sick as hell.” Steve’s own hand pies had turned out pretty well, so he was feeling generous. It had only been the third week; plenty of time for Steve to snag Star Baker, though even by that point, Steve had been getting the creeping feeling that he was being a little too American about the whole thing. Everyone else seemed to think competitiveness was some kind of deadly sin. It was—actually kind of nice, to get the same kind of nerves he’d always gotten before high school basketball games, but know that he wasn’t really fighting against anyone except himself in the tent.
Anyway, the very next week, Eddie had done some kind of kickass gothic castle with a shiny chocolate dragon and gotten Star Baker for the second time. Steve had clapped him on the back, appropriately manly. Eddie had pulled Steve into a real hug, arms tight around Steve’s shoulders and his whole lean body pressed up close and warm. It had only lasted a moment, and then Eddie had bounded over to Mel and Sue, both of whom he’s been thoroughly charming since the get-go. 
Steve thinks that when this season—or, uh, series—airs, no matter where Eddie places, the entire country is going to be just as charmed. Eddie’s going to get whatever kind of cookbook deal or streaming show he wants. Sponsors will take one look at that handsome face and charismatic grin, and a whole world of possibilities is going to open up for Eddie. 
Steve’s not in it for any of that, of course. He’s here kind of by accident, because Robin pushed him to apply, and it’s a goddamn miracle he’s been holding his own. Hell, it’s a miracle he’s in this country at all. When Robin had started looking at the Cambridge MPhil program in linguistics, she’d said wouldn’t it be great if and he’d snorted, yeah right, like I could ever get whatever job I’d need to move to another freaking country, but then—well. Things had happened the way they’d happened, and now Robin’s almost finished with her degree and Steve is taking time off from the London charity he works at in order to be on Bake Off. 
He’s told all this to the cameras, plus the stuff about how baking started as a way for him to connect with the kids he used to babysit in Indiana, blah blah blah. He thinks it’s probably too boring for them to air, but he gets that they have to try to get a story anyway. 
Eddie Munson, on the other hand, is probably going to be featured in all the series promos. Steve is rabidly curious about what Eddie’s story is, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to just ask. It should be the easiest thing in the world. They’ve got kind of a camaraderie going, the two of them; a bit of a bromance, as Mel’s put it more than once. 
It’s true they get along pretty well, and the cameras have been picking up on it: on the way Eddie’ll wander over to Steve’s bench like a stray cat whenever they get some downtime, how they wind up horsing around sometimes, working off leftover adrenaline from the frantic rush of caramelization or whatever. There’s the time Eddie had hopped up on a stool to deliver some kind of speech from Macbeth, of all things, and overbalanced right onto Steve, who had barely managed to keep them both from careening into a stand mixer. Sue had patted Eddie on the shoulder and said, “Well, boys, that’ll be going in the episode for sure.”
They both get along with the other contestants just fine, of course, but they’re two guys of about the same age with no wife and kids waiting at home. It’s only natural that they’re gravitating together, becoming something like friends, Steve figures. It’s pretty great that he’s getting at least one real friend out of this whole thing.
It would be even greater if Steve could stop thinking about Eddie’s hands in decidedly non-friendly ways. With all the paperwork he’s signed, he can’t even complain to Robin about how Eddie looks with his sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, kneading dough and grunting a little under his breath with effort. Steve had almost forgotten to pre-heat his oven that day. 
Two benches away, Eddie fumbles the spoons he’s been juggling with a clatter, and he bursts out laughing, glancing over at Steve like Steve’s in on the joke. Steve grins back, heart twanging painfully in his chest, and thinks: well, fuck. Guess this is happening.
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stbot · 1 year
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We’ll do it together.
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in an insane turn of events, the person i was too scared to ask out (which caused me to start using dating apps to get some practice dating people) just matched with me on one of the apps. and now we're talking.
this feels like some wild romance novel or something but i swear it's real
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criminalizegolf · 7 months
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Pls rb if you vote or whatever
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