#I’m kinda hungry
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lore-grandma · 5 months ago
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How fucking dare, you come into my house, fuck my wife and you don’t even offer any of your bean dip casserole?!
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fang99o · 2 years ago
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part 999876544 of shidou making a move and sae just lying there
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IT IS COMPLETE! Let me know what you think :D
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not-a-bot-1234 · 2 years ago
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Cheese
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whump-galaxy · 5 months ago
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The whumpee waking up in bed, blood covered and shivering. They don’t know how injured they are, but they’re in too much pain to get up. They wonder how they got themselves into bed like this, but a chain around their leg tells them someone else had a hand in it.
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artzykrowz · 7 months ago
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more secret life majorwood 😋😋
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penguinessentials · 24 days ago
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Bald characters when they fall in the hands of a 12y artist
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updogishere · 26 days ago
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There isn’t even a point in running at that point.
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housecow · 11 months ago
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So what’s your go to fast food order?
idk if i’ve answered a question like this before. so!
Chick fil a: 2 sandwiches, 12 nugs, large fries/soda, couple shakes and cookies
Dairy queen: steak fingers basket w extra fries and gravy, large soda, their fried jalapeno things, and a large blizzard
sonic: 3/4 chicken sandwiches (they’re small but so good), fried jalapeno things, maybe popcorn chicken, route 44 coke zero, shake(s)
why is my mind blanking on fast food places?
do y’all have bill millers. anyways: breakfast, 6 bean and cheese n bacon tacos lol. anytime else: 4 piece fried chicken, loaf of bread, large order of their delicious soggy fries. fuck i’m craving this i miss it
ngl y’all i guess i don’t eat *that* much fast food?? my next choice is greasy mexican/texmex
pterry’s: couple chicken sandwiches. idk why i like chicken so much apparently.. also some shakes if their monthly one is good!!
in n out: at least 2 double doubles, extra onion, large soda and shake(s), animal fries
canes: whatever the biggest combo is w extra bread instead of slaw 😌
kfc: 2/3 famous bowls!!! extra chicken/mashed potatoes/corn. so much soda
wingstop: large combo, it’s like 20pcs, large fries, add a drink?
i don’t go to whataburger, mcdonald’s, chipotle, or subway much
i’m a liar. whataburger: 2/3 breakfast burgers (sub brioche bun and extra creamy pepper sauce), hashbrowns, large coke zero, maybe a large shake before 11am if i’m brave enough
used to get their patty melt but it’s not as good :(((
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secretlifeoflyss · 1 month ago
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fighting the urge to watch the tv show. send help im scared
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dandyleyen · 8 months ago
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yet again thinking abt how dunmeshi is helping me fix my relationship with food,,,,,,,, thank u lord for giving me a reason to enjoy food and enjoy eating and enjoy cooking so I can Normally take care of myself like a normal adult my age can
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telekineticseance · 2 years ago
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WORKING MAN
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pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader
summary: another late night at the office (third part to circumstances)
genre: fluff
word count: 1289
cw: legal age gap although nothing happens....yet, reader has a small thought that’s a tad unprofessional
author's note: once again thank y'all so much for the response to the previous two parts. i've really been enjoying writing this fic for y'all. NOW ONTO PART THREE! p.s. i have no idea when a slow burn should stop burning but we will figure it out together.
if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"
Matt laughed at the joke you told him as he sat at his desk and you sat on the same couch from this morning. It was currently almost 3 in the morning and you both were incredibly tired from not getting much sleep from the night before so you both sat up, drinking stale office coffee, waiting for Trey to finish the next scene in the script. Despite Matt's original thought, it did become an all nighter type of night.
Matt let out a sigh as he checked his watch, "You know you can go home whenever. You don't have to hang out with an old man like me." He said while chuckling slightly at you, clicking the keys on his keyboard. You shrugged in response, "I like keeping you company."
You rose from the couch, walking across the room before grabbing the coffee pot and pouring more coffee into your cup, adding sugar and creamer, the creamer you were surprised with one day for late nights like these. Although he denies it, the name written on it was in his hand writing. Small gestures like those were honestly the one thing that gave you that small feeling in your stomach, the one of something may happen. But then he follows it with some logical excuse on how it just makes your job easier or something along those lines.
"What are you thinking about?" You heard the voice come from right behind you as you jumped, dropping the glass, spilling the contents inside. Matt jumped back as well with his eyes widened. "Shit. I didn't mean to scare you."
You shook your head while nervously laughing and grabbing some paper towels to clean up the spill, this wasn't the first time Matt had interrupted your unprofessional thought process, and as much as you hated to admit it, it wouldn't be the last time either. He knelt down next to you, towels in hand as he helped clean up the mess and start gathering the broken pieces to the mug you were holding. While picking up the pieces with him, you felt a sharp pain in your left ring finger, letting out a wince as you looked and noticed a small trickle of blood running down.
"Oh! I'll go get the first aid kit. Uh- go sit on the couch." Matt told you before he got up and ran out of the office, coming back a few minutes later with a small first aid kit in his hand. He walked over to you and knelt down in front of you, "Hold out your hand."
You listened and held out your hand as he opened the box and started to pull out some band aids and some alcohol wipes. He ripped open the alcohol wipe packaging and lightly grabbed onto the palm of your hand with his left, looking up at you. "I'm just gonna clean off the blood okay?" You nodded at him, bracing for impact from the stinging sensation as he lightly applied the wipe onto the cut, wiping it clean. He then reached into the box again, pulling out a small band aid and placing it over the cut.
"There all better." He said, looking up into your eyes. You both held that gaze for a moment, your eyes staring into his green ones. It felt as though the whole world stopped spinning for a minute as time froze, and everything around you seemed to disappear, holding that stare. Matt quickly shook his head slightly while clearing his throat before pulling away from the gaze as he held your hand again, "Feel good?"
You nodded in response, straightening your posture as you adjusted your shirt, trying to play off what just happened. Even though nothing happened. People stare into each others eyes all the time. Eye contact is essential in day to day life. You watched as Matt stood up from his position and walked over to his desk, scratching his fingers in his hair, a habit he did often. He would often play with the hair at the front of his, even though there wasn't too much to play with as he stopped growing it out. Sometimes you went through the thought process of "forgetting" to schedule his hair cuts, just to see what would happen, but knowing Matt he'd probably just go for a walk-in appointment instead.
After taking a deep breath you looked back at Matt, "So is there any update from Trey's end?" The question received a shrug response from Matt as he plopped down in his roller chair, kicking his legs up on the desk, "Nothing yet. When I walked by to get the kit he seemed deep in thought so I didn't want to bother him."
You nodded in response, curling up on the couch, and resting your head on the arm of it. Matt grinned at you slightly before turning to his computer and beginning to work again. You both relaxed in the office with only the clicking of Matt's mouse and keyboard breaking the silence. You pulled out your phone and pointed it in Matt's direction as he glanced over and chuckled while shaking his head, "Don't."
You giggled as you continued holding up the phone with the camera app open, "Don't what? I'm just sitting here." He rolled his eyes playfully at you as he continued glancing over between you and the computer. "Yeah right."
“Come on. Gotta test out the camera on the new phone.” You tease, zooming in slightly on him. He continued to glance, the grin on his face growing wider as he watches you from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his face with his hand. “Matt please.”
He rolls his eyes at you before dropping his hand and making direct eye contact at the camera, causing you to quickly snap the picture. “And I got it in portrait mode.” You tell him, flipping the phone around revealing the photo. He squints looking at the photo from across the room, he really should start wearing his glasses again, as he smiles softly before turning back to the computer and typing some more.
You put the phone down next to you, letting out another soft sigh as you lay back on the couch again. “So uh..I didn’t know you drank.” Matt says softly, turning his attention back to you. You shrug in response, “I…don’t really. Just decided to last night.”
“Do you also not make out with guys in bars?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. You roll your eyes in response before clearing your throat and shrugging your shoulders, “For your information. I don’t. Just felt like it for once.”
He shrugged at your response, “You’re better than that. You deserve better than that.” A small heat rose to your cheeks as you look at him, “What?”
He shook his head, looking back at his computer, “Nothing. Forget it.”
You thought about arguing against him or just leaving the conversation at that because what did he mean? I mean it was a reach if he was talking about himself but as always, that pit in your stomach was telling you otherwise. That pit in your stomach was also wanting him to bend you over the desk and treat you like his own little toy, but that was a different story for a different time.
You opted for leaving him alone as you turned around on the couch and closing your eyes to take a nap. Before you drifted off you heard Matt’s footsteps walk over to you as he placed a blanket over you, moving a strand of hair from your face before he left you alone for the rest of the night.
updated a/n: here's part four :)
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the-meme-monarch · 10 months ago
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ok I’ve wanted to talk abt it since i saw the video like two minutes after its upload and someone mentioned it in the tags of “my we’re just abnormal abhorrent men” post so:
lol. lmao
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alastyr-not-alastair · 4 months ago
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Hhhungryyyyyyyyyyy
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cameroneatsdirt · 9 months ago
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garlic phone shenanigans
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alonewithwinnie · 3 days ago
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Today feels… weird.
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