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vehicular manslaughter chappell roan be like you can hit a hundred boys with cars

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it's always sunny in philadelphia <3

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trump dies of congestive heart failure before being sworn in charge to like cast to reblog

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thinking about them rn

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meow charlie kelly meow

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gen z has to reckon with its radicalization problem. you are not a morally pure and superior generation of youth come to save the world, your men and boys are radicalized at an unprecedented level and you ignore it because it’s too hard to address but you have to. these boys are in your classes, they date your friends, you know them and you cannot continue to pretend this is an “old white guy” problem

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What’s your weirdest “oh shit things are bad” reaction? Mine is the sudden urge to keep chickens.

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strange vibes the last few days. made this. sort of brings together some feelings.

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refraining from a lot of election joke posting and instead I just donated $55 USD to gaza soup kitchen and i encourage anyone else to consider donating even a couple of dollars to the people who will be affected the most from whatever outcome happens

you can also donate to care for gaza here

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I ADORE THIS sorry i’m sorta going fucking crazy but godddddddddd this is so cute!!!!!!!! whjwehhehehwhehehehehehehaj i love it!!

Whats My Age Again?

Chapter 3

Charlie Kelly x reader

Summary: a charlie kelly high school fic where the reader is Mac's sister, thats it.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Masterlist

“Who wants popcorn?” Mac asks, crushing the beer can in his hands.

“Nah, I’m actually pretty tired, I think I'm gonna crash,” Dennis admits, grabbing his bag and heading to the downstairs bathroom to begin his lengthy nightly routine.

“Oh god he’s gonna be in there forever,” Charlie sighs, “Shit and I have to pee.”

“Just go upstairs,” Mac mumbles, mouth full, having found one of the chip bags they had opened earlier still had crumbs in it.

Charlie shakes his head, still thinking about earlier in the night and the tender moment Y/N and him had shared. After a minute he had to pee even more, “Fuck it,” he trudged his way up the stairs. He passed your closed door and the thoughts overcame him again, not even registering that the light in the bathroom was on, or that the linen closet door was open.

“Ah!” Y/N yelled as she closed the linen closet door, blankets falling from her hands.

Charlie yelped in return and turned to see her standing there. The two gripped their own chests for a moment and caught their breaths.

“You scared me,” Y/N said, regaining her composure and picking up the blankets off the floor.

“Same for me,” Charlie laughed a little, which caused Y/N to do the same. “Here, let me help you,” He bent down to help gather the blankets, but made the mistake of looking up at her. Y/N felt his eyes on her and looked up, locking eyes. Their faces were centimeters apart, he could feel her breath on his face. He couldn't help the compulsion to look down at her lips, where smudged lipstick sat, leftover from prom. Her lips part slightly at the weight of his stare, and his eyes flick back up to hers. Like magnets, they are pulled together, connecting at the lips. Charlie’s hand finds its way to Y/N’s cheek. The kiss is sweet and gentle, and it ends far more quickly then Y/N had hoped.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie stands, snapping out of his stupor.

“No, no, don’t be,” Y/N stands as well, grabbing his hand lightly.

Charlie’s eyes land on where she holds his hand, his gaze trailing back up to her face. He pulls her into another kiss, this one is deeper and rougher. Y/N pulls his body into hers and backs up against the counter. Charlie craves to be impossibly closer to her and lifts her gently up onto the th counter, never breaking the kiss. Y/N’s hands begin to roam his body, and Charlie breaks the kiss only to lower his head down on her neck to suck there.

*knock knock*

“ Y/N, what’s taking so long?” Dee calls from outside the bathroom. Th pair breaks apart.

Mac had trailed his way upstairs, bored, “Wait, I thought Charlie was in there?” he asks Dee, albeit loud enough for the couple in the bathroom to also hear.

“Shit,” they whisper in unison.

Y/N rushes to grab the blankets and Charlie straightens himself up in the mirror. “Follow my lead,” she urges. Opening the door with a sheepish smile on her face, “Oh, hey guys,” she attempts acting nonchalant.

“What were you both doing in the bathroom together..?” Mac asks, fearing the answer.

Y/N puts on her best embarrassed smile, “I may have clogged the toilet, and AND I didn’t want to make a big deal about it but then Charlie came up and helped me.”

She nudges Charlie lightly, “Yeah, yeah, I was just helping her!” He spoke a little too excitedly. “Nothing to worry about, bro,” he added in cooly, which earned a glare from Y/N.

“Okay…” Mac approved. Dee only nodded.

“Okay, well, night guys!” Y/N rushed past the two boys, dragging Dee with her.

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Y’all fuck with my 2000s macdennis vision?

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my favorite little lesbian cannibals

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yo stop what ur doin rn and wish my man godzilla a happy birthday

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I hope november is kind to all of us

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