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hazelnutnebula · 9 months
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and what if they were in the residence. like evil.. ☠️🩸
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sri-rachaa · 1 year
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david shaw aka husband material
ft. the angel wings wedding ring (!!!)
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flowery-king · 1 year
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Concepts and ideas spinning in my brain aka wips
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shuffle your On Repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people ✨
tagged by the lovely and wonderful caroline @lineegrace
Honeywell by Clem Turner
The Devil Is In The Desert by Small Leaks Sink Ships
Boy In The Bubble by Alec Benjamin
Two Hearts by Dermot Kennedy
Run Away With Me by Carly Rae Jepsen
Subliminal by half•alive
Left and Right by SEVENTEEN
The Best View in Liverpool by BANNERS
Open Road by NATI.
Warm Water, Winter Winds by A R I Z O N A
I tag @snyderpretzels21 @rinneyelaine @funkyplantguy @buglite @poeciles @milesmain @routeriver and anyone else if you wanna do it (no pressure tho!!)
(idc if I repeat tag anyone caroline tagged and idc if you already did it. you're my friends and I'm gonna be annoying because ily)
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raedear · 8 months
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why is everyone so insistent Karev is hot? Karev looks like a cop.
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philsmeatylegss · 8 months
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“Parasocial relationships are bad” “it’s not creators’ responsibility to cater to your feelings”
I genuinely am still heartbroken three years later about finding out what an awful human Shane Dawson was and is and I truly still feel angry and betrayed by him and I don’t give a shit if it is parasocial.
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134340am · 2 years
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for the madeup fic game, idk why my brain immediately thought of the words "banana bread" but here i am with the title "banana bread" if you can think of anything 😂
hello my pretty rae! happy tuesday <3
for banana bread, i'm thinking of a light-hearted crack fic where bokuto is cursed at birth to drop any and all foods that he compliments after the first bite.
it started when he was a kid, just a little guy at the park chomping down on some ice cream on a hot summer's day. he's saved up enough to try a new flavour—today's treat is strawberry ice cream encased in a thin layer of mochi. "yum," he mutters to himself after the first bite: a small, tentative one, where he rolls the flavour about on his tongue afterwards. when he goes in for a second, bigger bite, he drops his ice cream.
fuck.
bokuto swears by his dad's toast. it somehow tastes better, though it's just toast? the outside is a stunning golden brown, the balance between the crunchy crust and the pillowy insides is perfect, and the little pad of butter his dad slides on top the hot toast is just the right amount—enough to coat the entire surface of his breakfast without getting it soggy and greasy.
"it's just toast, but it's awesome every single time, pa," he once said through a generous mouthful of said toast, before his fingers twitch and his breakfast goes barrelling towards the floor.
gravity 1, bokuto 0.
(screw this shit, he hates it here.)
he's mindful of his compliments to the chef now. pizza, beef rice bowls, cold soba in the summer and hot oden in the winter: whatever he's eating, bokuto's careful to express his appreciation for the food only after he's had at least half of it.
until he met you.
the humble bakery down the street serving the freshest pastries has been the fruit of your labour for the past five years. lemon pound cake, pain au chocolat, darling little vanilla cupcakes and giant chocolate chip cookies—your menu is sure to satisfy anyone with a sweet tooth. your best seller, however, is your banana bread: the caramelised exterior and fluffy interior, in addition to the overpowering smell that wafts through the street every morning, had people queueing up long before your bakery opens.
bokuto is no exception.
he's almost in tears when he tries your banana bread for the first time, teeth sinking into the crispy crust to find the soft sponge underneath and a satisfied hum already brewing in the back of his throat.
before he can help himself, he speaks, "this is the best banana bread i've ever had."
shitshitshit, he shouldn't have said that.
bokuto cringes, awaiting the familiar numbness to take over his fingers, awaiting the dreaded fall of the delicious banana bread from his hand...
...but it never comes.
when he opens his eyes, he's puzzled to find the golden-brown square still intact between his thumb and index finger. huh, that's weird.
"this banana bread is— it's, um. amazing. delicious. wonderfully tasty," he tries, eyes fixated on the dessert. he even takes another bite for good measure, nibbling at the corner where a bit of caramelised crust has formed. he starts rambling when nothing happens. "this banana bread is lovely. i'd eat it everyday, for breakfast and lunch and dinner. maybe even supper, but my trainer says i shouldn't eat too late or i'll mess up my circular rhythm. my circulator rhythm? what's the damn word— anyways, this is good. like, great good."
nothing happens. his little slice of banana bread, now down to a piece the size of his thumb, sits unharmed in his hands.
a grin breaks across his face, lighting up the room almost immediately. "holy shit!"
"holy shit is right, sir." you slide into the seat opposite his, armed with another slice of banana bread on a plate. your smile mirrors his, amusement decorating your pretty features, and bokuto feels his heart rate pick up even more—something he didn't know was possible.
"i'm glad you like my banana bread. it's our bestseller, and you probably know that, but nobody's really complimented it the way you have." you laugh good-naturedly, sliding the plate across the table. bokuto's eyes flick from your face to the bread and back, heart soaring.
"well, i hope you know i was telling the truth," he starts, almost shyly. "would you, um, like to share this piece?"
send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it!
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iguessitsjustme · 1 year
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If you learn nothing else from me, please learn that it’s okay to complain. Even encouraged, especially at work. There’s always going to be a limit to complaints, obviously, but never hold yourself back from saying something because you’re worried.
My desk is currently freezing. It’s an arctic tundra over here for reasons unfathomable to me and to the rest of the office. So I went on a walk to my manager’s office because it’s warm there and she used to sit at this desk so she knows. Anyway, there’s nothing we can do to make it warmer but she lent me her shawl so I can lay it across my lap and now one shawl and two cardigans later, I am not freezing my butt off.
Complaining is good sometimes and accepting help following those complaints is also good. Let people know when there’s a problem. Don’t suffer silently. Suffer loudly so the problem gets solved. Even if it’s only solved to get you to shut up.
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raebonnz · 6 months
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r43b00 <<< RAEBONNZ
for the first time since 2021 my username across all platforms is renewed. hello rae raebonnz ^__^
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majorpepperidge · 2 years
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TMNT 2003 era Rae! No mutagen, instead got randomly picked by Byakko, the White Tiger, to mete out justice where needed. Supernatural abilities thanks to this bond, including lightning control. Puts on a bright face but is way in over her head with this sudden responsibility thrust on her by a spirit.
Byakko himself, often takes the smaller spirit form shown here, but can also be Big Tiger. Knows Rae has a good heart and a drive for justice, but perhaps pushes her a bit too hard, due to him being 'out of touch' with mortals thanks to chilling in the heavenly realms for forever.
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ghostwise · 2 years
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This was so cute tbh
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soldier-poet-king · 2 years
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Has anyone ever considered that I don't want to do chores and run errands after work and commuting and I WANT to go home and nap and play video games and read
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mundanemiseries · 8 months
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@cosmicdreamt replied to your post “@cosmicdreamt : Neff is 5 for 7 for Raven c: 5...”:
Neff vc: it's okay he's a cute birbling c:
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​:3 he very much is like...
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is he not the cutest (and prettiest) lil birbling/reaperling?
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bewilderedbuck · 1 year
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spencer ur at work stop freaking out over the firefighter show and do your job
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consulaaris · 2 years
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love (and by this i mean loathe) the inverse relationship between my mental health and credit card bill
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raedear · 7 months
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every Grey's episode in this little patch has ended with a minor key cover of a classic pop song. I don't know what the music supervisor was feeling but I'm kind of into this cover of Fame
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