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nordfjording · 2 years ago
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i love how every plant guide ever is like
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trashworldblog · 1 year ago
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"we're professional ghost hunters now"
"best in the business"
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thegirlinprague · 5 months ago
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the more i think about it the more i fear this is just a giant nordvpn ad
in the next video they will call us gullible and scold us for getting so easily scammed and not using a vpn to protect our info
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shikai-the-storyteller · 10 months ago
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Funniest comment about the QSMP event by far
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nextstopparis · 2 years ago
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bbc merlin writers every christmas eve since 2012 probably
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joenhead · 6 months ago
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Posting more duck team polycule doodles because every time I listen to campaign three my love for them is reinvigorated tenfolds and i think about them for the next week.
i was just thinking about how funny itd be if in a moment of insecurity Sol worries about what Calder and Callie think of him meanwhile those two are head over heels in love. like pining and yearning so hard it makes them dizzy.
Also no I am never letting the “Make Out Every Hour” lie go ever. Im gripping that bit so hard my hand is going to go numb.
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heresronnie21 · 4 months ago
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Forever thinking about the trogs calling apollo "lester-apollo" as if it were an honorific. In my head at least once per day.
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fuzzyblizzardkitty · 8 months ago
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Invariably like every third person to play bugsnax falls in love with this Thing
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conceptofjoy · 6 months ago
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vriska and dave are both fail girls in a this hoop is for you babe ;) (misses) way
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crossguild · 9 months ago
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all the dudes on youtube who made careers out of talking about how cool and hot and badass zoro is: live action zoro is too cool and hot and badass. he needed to be a bigger idiot. we hope he will be a bigger dumbass loser in season 2 of the live action.
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no-oneknowsmyname · 11 months ago
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Still watching old Friday night stabby vods, and I'm ill about how many times Etho gets called out for being imposter because someone can "hear his smile" while he's trying to get out of the accusations. Hear it. You can HEAR it. Etho, the only* faceless guy there, gets called out most often for smiling and I'm INSANE OVER IT
*Edit: didn't know Endless was also faceless! I know now :D
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sky-kiss · 6 months ago
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Raphael/Named Durge: Taste
Raphael tastes of smoke and the coming storm when frustrated. 
In the worst of his moods, his flavor shifts, mirroring a combination of blood and hellfire. The air around him boils, molecules threatening to tear apart, ignite, snap. Joi fears and loves him in such moments—loves him because the chaos is hers, the bloodlust is hers, roiling beneath the surface of his skin as he resists. And the fear is not so bad, not the mortal fear they have both moved beyond. It's a godly thing, as befits his (their) station. It is reverence. 
In those moments, Raphael will pace the length of his chambers, muttering in Infernal, grip iron-tight on his control, nose screwed up in an all too familiar sneer. She finds him beautiful. 
He'll dismiss her from his company if she asks what he needs. The last time, her banishment lasted for the better part of a decade. A drop in the bucket of their lifespans, but still unpleasant. 
And the game shifts and becomes about anticipating him. When he tastes of blood, it's best to pay tribute in kind; he will welcome a new toy in the dungeon or one of his enemies placed at his feet. 
He's ash when he's melancholy, and…
…and Raphael tastes like brandy when he's happy.
Not whiskey—one might expect whisky, rich and tinged with a hint of iodine, but brandy.  He borders on saccharinely sweet, too much fruit (cherry) on the nose, and something syrupy lingering on the palette. Haarlep calls it a cheap taste, a two-copper pour, and Joi laughs. Objectively, it's true. 
But the drink reminds her of summers on the coast, stifling evenings where the humidity hung so thick it made breathing a chore. Kissing him when he's in such a mood does not feel so dissimilar. She guards these moments zealously. 
Joi pulls him close, cataloging his rumbling groan and the way he leans into her touch when her fingers card through his hair. Tonight, he comes to her eagerly, smirking, swaggering, and deliciously mortal. Less like her Duke and more like the ambitious princeling he'd been eons prior.
…tonight, Raphael tastes of brandy. 
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trashworldblog · 1 year ago
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"we're professional ghost hunters now"
"best in the business"
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tiger-balm · 7 months ago
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The Leaf: Blueprint Moment | RD1 GM5
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stevesbipanic · 2 years ago
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Boy For All Seasons
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Ao3
Eddie's holiday planning hadn't been pushed back when finals came up so it was no surprise he wasn't graduating again this year. He thought maybe he should give it a rest, Steve wouldn't be walking the halls with him come fall anyway and he's sure Steve's parents found him a nice college to go away to.
He had decided to drown his sorrows in a new record from the new mall when all his wildest dreams were answered. Steve Harrington was still in Hawkins and he was dressed as a sailor! This was too good.
"Hello, Sailor."
"Munson! What're you doing here?" Steve's mood seemed to improve seeing the older boy, Eddie guessed anything was better than this.
"Was hot, wanted ice cream, what're you doing here I would've assumed your dad would be shipped you off to college already."
"I didn't get in anywhere." Steve looked sad at this which wouldn't do.
"Well I'm for one glad you're still around, Stevie."
A very faint blush graced Steve's cheeks, Eddie took this as a win. As he left he could've sworn someone said "That's another check on the you suck side."
Armed with the knowledge that Steve was sticking around, Eddie's plans were back in action.
He wanted to do something big for Fourth of July cause he knew he'd get away with it. Maybe fireworks in the carpark and an Uncle Sam costume.
Eddie was so excited when the day rolled around, he'd been visiting the mall when he could but wasn't always brave enough to say hello to Steve.
Eddie had loaded his totally legal fireworks into his van and was practically vibrating with glee as he drove to Starcourt. However, all the joy inside him quickly left him as he arrived. Starcourt was ablaze with police and ambulances crowding the parking lot.
Eddie could barely process his legs moving as he jumped out of the van, heart in his throat. He doesn't think he took a breath until his eyes landed on Steve hunched over at the back of one of the ambulances.
Steve was covered in blood, his uniform seeped in it and his face busted up.
"Steve, holy fuck are you ok?"
"Eddie? You can't be here...Russians.... Billy....Dustin?" Steve mumbled his eyes not totally focusing on Eddie.
Steve seemed like he could barely hold himself up, Eddie grabbed the cloth that was slipping from Steve's grip and held him up by his shoulder.
"What happened, sweetheart."
"Hurts..."
"I know, Stevie, I'm sorry, I'm sure a paramedic will be back any second."
"You look funny," Steve giggled.
Eddie cracked a smile through the worry, "Yeah well had a whole little suprise for you."
"Bet I would've loved it."
Before Eddie could reply again a girl, covered in a lot less blood came up to them.
"I've got him, Munson."
"Buckley?"
Robin ignored him in favour of taking care of Steve, who's eyes were starting to slip close.
"You gotta stay awake, dingus, that paramedic said you've got a concussion, they're gonna take you to hospital, ok?"
Steve hummed a reply as he lent against her.
"You should get out of here before the cops try to talk to you, Eddie."
Eddie spared one last glance at Steve before nodding, Steve was safe for now and that's what mattered.
As he lay in bed later that night his plans for flustering Steve was overuled for his worry for them, what had Steve gotten himself into, what was he talking about Russians for, fire definitely doesn't cause bruises like that.
That night he dreamt about Steve laying hurt in Starcourt, when he woke up all he wanted was to go and check on him, he promised himself he'd keep a closer eye on him from now on.
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nynehells · 11 months ago
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Absolutely nobody:
Destiny 2 leg armors:
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