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Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
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the death of dvds is so fucked. what about bonus features
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seriously FUCK netflix and most other streaming services!!!! i miss physical media so much!!! behind the scenes footage, bloopers, interviews, cast/director/producer commentaries etc… bring this back, damn it!!!!
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take this nachos supreme, for it is my body. and take this baja blast, for it is my blood.
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moodboard for maybe there is a beast by @harringroveheart (rated m, 29k, work in progress)
Harrington goes belly-up without much of a fuss, cradling his head like he’s still trapped in the moment of a plate breaking over it. Billy barely sees him – can’t hear a thing over the rush of adrenaline. He’ll remember details later: the drawn-out hurt sound Harrington couldn’t control; the way he’d staggered, tried to draw away out of Billy’s grip, instinctively afraid to get hit again; the limp roll of his head side to side and the slick spill of blood as his lip split open. The unexpected sting of the needle.
Or: Billy Hargrove is about to learn the hard way – if you come at the king, you best not miss.
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One week after El closes the gate, Steve stops sleeping.
Companion ficlet to maybe there is a beast from Steve’s POV before I b*tch out and delete it.
One week after El closes the gate, Steve stops sleeping.
It starts out innocuous enough – a sort of restlessness behind his eyes that makes him toss and turn, trying to remember how he normally arranges himself to drift off. He’s never really had to deal with this kind of thing before, has always slept like a baby, even in strange beds. When he was a kid his parents used to pry him out from under friends’ dining room tables, throwing their coats over him in the backseat of the car as they drove home. Sleeping had always felt like that – like being carried somewhere, safe and warm. Now it’s like he’s never really noticed how stiff his mattress is, how his body is made up of uncooperative angles, limp and ungainly like the model skeleton strung up at the front of Mr. Clarke’s classroom. Every time he turns over his lip reopens against the pillow.
The first night he’s so out of it on painkillers he doesn’t even notice the bleeding. He sleeps right through the night and the next day, waking up after the sun has already set, completely disoriented with his mouth half-grafted to his pillowcase. If his mom were home she’d have a fit about it – his face, not the laundry. When Jonathan Byers had messed him up she’d taken Steve to the family dentist three times, convinced the altercation had done some irreparable damage to his smile.
They’re going to be so pissed when they get back from Malta. Summer school is definitely back on the table.
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So I heard this video got deleted from YouTube and people have been looking for it. Well it just happens I had it saved to my camera roll so if you are dying to watch it or want to watch it again and again here you go. THIS IS NOT MY VIDEO! ALL CREDS GO TO THE CREATOR OF IT ! Enjoy :)
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the idea of a clutch purse is nightmarish to me. the whole point of bags was so we could escape the torment of holding things. and now u gotta hold a bag.
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