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#ugh im mad
semercury · 1 year
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I hate you keto, I hate you low carb, I hate you sugar free fat free zero calorie snack, I hate you artificial starvation, I hate you the idea that food should not be a source of energy, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
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sanjipussyindulgence · 2 months
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i cannot. fucking believe how badly tumblr butchered the quality of that edit. on the right is how its supposed to look in 1080p. if i wasnt already fed up with how the post already broke once id try and fix this. for now just... whatever.
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the-agent-of-blight · 5 months
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as an aro/ace man. i'm aromantic and because of that im queer. being a man does not make me any less queer. and neither does being aromantic. if you disagree with this i hope you have wet socks for the rest of your life
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keke palmer and daniel kaluuya 🥹
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cyani07 · 3 months
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in light of the recent wilbur situation, i hope you're okay.
that's so nice for checking in on me thank u
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doostyaudi · 29 days
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Auditor we love you!
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angelpuns · 21 days
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Leo going through the horrors but the horrors are just that he had a shitt day and no one bothered to save him any cookies :/
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soggisquid · 2 months
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I just realized I don’t think I ever posted this here so here’s a Luke if he got a different fit for plvsaa
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stobinesque · 11 months
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Sometimes I think about the fact that Eddie was wearing both a leather jacket AND a hunting vest and even though EVERYONE ELSE had theirs zipped up (INCLUDING DUSTIN, who actually appears to be the most heavily padded of the UD crew) for some reason Eddie was like "ah yes I shall walk straight into this hell dimension with nothing but a thin layer of cotton between me and the monster-bats we are intentionally drawing towards us."
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lover-of-mine · 4 months
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No, but this is definitely my most controversial opinion, but the whole thing with Buck and Eddie being the same age comes back to the fact that they are mirrors of each other. Down to the tattoos with mirrored placement, yes, but like, narratively speaking too. They've been running parallel to each other their whole lives and them being the same age makes that even more intense. Eddie had to grow up too fast and Buck didn't have to grow up at all. Eddie was forced to take care of more than he could and Buck was never allowed to care as much as he wanted. Both of them ran because their lives were overwhelming. Buck gives Eddie the tools to slow down for the first time in years while Eddie gives Buck something he's allowed to care about. They're two sides of the same coin. They complement each other. They're each other's missing piece. And that's so much better when they're the same age.
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solargeist · 28 days
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the students protesting across the states give me so much hope for the future and the young people <3, i've been clenching my teeth for several days
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lemonzestedtea · 2 months
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aaron had every reason to hate neil btw
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raydioactivegeorg · 11 months
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i hate gay people oh my god
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acrosstobear · 1 year
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MICK SCHUMACHER attends an event at the Ritz Carlton in Montreal ahead of the 2023 Canadian GP
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calamitys-child · 3 months
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My purpose and singular mission in life is to make sure queer and/or neurodivergent kids know that sometimes it really is their parents who are stupid and other adults are on their side. This, unfortunately, does not make me popular with their parents. Gonnae keep doing it though.
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claiestve · 2 months
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𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ꨄ Isaac
˜”* ❝𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙚'𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡?❞
⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯
“Hey, did you get my text?” Isaac caught you from across the room. Honestly, you hadn’t picked up your phone at all. You heard it ding a few times, yes. But you didn’t bother looking at it. You were in a weird state of just thinking and nothing else. No distractions, no conversations, no anything. 
“Pickle?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t see it.” You responded. It was hard to truly focus on what he was saying and why. You were just so in your head. It wasn’t anything crazy though, you were just thinking. 
Isaac tilts his head, “Are you okay? You seem off.” He always makes it a point that you can come to him if you need him but sometimes you just don’t feel like bothering him. You know he hates that, you think you’re bothering him. If anything, he’d be the happiest knowing that you’d go to him for anything. 
“Yeah, sorry.”
He turned on the light in the then-dark room and sat down. Isaac gestured for you to join him which you did. You knew he caught on and you knew he’d probably think there’s something wrong. There wasn’t, again, you were just thinking. What’s so wrong with that? 
He looks you in the eyes and sighs. Normally, you were the one to pull him out of the bubble but it was difficult for him to do the same. Not that he couldn’t or anything, it was just difficult. Plus, you never really let him either. 
“Pickle, don’t do this. Let me help you for once.” He looked at you with pleading eyes. You almost felt sorry for him with the look he gave you. 
“Isaac, it’s okay, I’m okay.” You say trying to get up. 
Isaac perked up a bit and dragged you back down. He put his arm over you, locking you into place. If he wasn’t getting answers before, he’s getting them now. 
“Here’s the deal, you can either tell me what’s wrong and we can talk it out orrr,” He leans his head on you, “We just sit here in silence. Either way, neither of us are leaving.”
Well, now what? Isaac got you trapped in his arms and you knew damn well he wouldn’t let go. He’s done this before. That’s how he did it, the comforting. He’d make you tell him unless he truly felt it wasn’t his place to know. For some reason, he has this odd sense of knowing. Knowing about a quarter of what’s going on in your head. Maybe it’s all those years of experience, being a PI and all. 
“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you, okay?” You finally gave in. His arm loosened but it stayed around you. Isaac was now looking at you expectantly. Shit. See, the problem was you never address what you’re thinking about when you’re like this. It stays in your head and doesn’t go anywhere else. You don’t say anything, you don’t put it on paper, it just stays in your mind. Now he was raising a brow, waiting for an answer. “I’m just in my head, that’s all.”
“About what?”
Damn.
“It’s really nothing, don’t worr–”
“Tell me.” 
Damn. 
“You know, I just think about us and all that.” You tried to summarize. You should’ve known he wouldn’t take that as an answer because he knew there was more to it. He knew a lot when it came to you. 
He shook his head, “What about us? And what’s ‘all that’?”
Damn.
“Fine. Look, I was just thinking about how couples are normally really fit for each other. Like, you can see two people together and it makes sense that they’re a couple. Especially if you know them because they tend to compliment each other a lot.”
“Uh-huh…”
“But with us… I mean. I feel like it’s weird or unfitting. Like, I feel like im holding you back somehow and I can’t help but think it’s about all of my imperfections that you say you love, and I don’t doubt that but, I don’t know.”
“I think we’re fitting. I think we look good together. I could ask other people if they do too. Pickle, your imperfections complement mine, your weaknesses complement mine, your strengths, your likes, your dislikes, everything. If anything, I feel like we’re a perfect match. I was alone for years after losing everyone. You were alone and in need of help. I had enough to help you, you had enough to keep me company, and now we have enough to love each other.”
Your eyes lifted from the ground and into his where you see the corner of his eyes slightly wrinkled. He would typically look at you with that when he’s the most sincere. It was like he was smiling with his eyes, like a Duchenne smile. 
“But, I understand. Our mind does this to us, we start overthinking about something we thought we knew,” He continued, “Here’s something you can trust, though. I love you, okay? Nothing will change that, ever.” He pressed his grinning lips onto your forehead and then to your lips. 
“Thank you, Isaac.”
“Anything for you, Pickle.”
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this album has multiple covers so yall know what that means .
okay i feel like this whole thing was just straight yapping but you know, isaac's my bae so best believe i WILL be yapping. thank you.
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