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disastergoose · 4 months ago
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OH MY GOD also check out what @cherubeck made for me!!!!!!!! for my bday!!!!!
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ch0colate-cake · 5 months ago
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hey check out my new valentines
bones vallentine:
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finnunu · 2 years ago
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From Siobhan Thompson's Instagram vornietom
"Boring weekend where nothing happened :( :( :("
Congratulations to Brennan and Izzy!!!
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spideystevie · 2 years ago
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💘 + hangman "sharing a bed. then making up more excuses to share a bed after that night just to wake up next to their roommate in the mornings." from the "and they were roommates!" list <3
thank you for your patience! mentions of alcohol but i think that’s it. i had a lot of fun with this one and i hope you like it <3 - [1.2k] | join the party!
It was a one off fluke. Well…it was supposed to be. It was going to be until you realized that there was something sweet in waking up next to your roommate in the morning. 
It didn’t have anything to do with the crush that had just rooted itself in your chest, at least that’s what you told yourself.
That first morning was sweet until you remembered why you were sharing a bed and a wave of embarrassment came over you like a tidal wave. 
You’d come home from a night out, absolutely plastered. In the haze of your memories, you can vaguely remember one of your friends using your phone to call Jake while you were out at the bar. He’d picked up on the first ring and you could hear his voice saying your name like a question over the phone.
“Is that Jake?” your words were slurred but your eyes were bright and shining. Your friend shushed you gently and readjusted your phone against their ear. You tried to grab for it and they turned away from you, keeping their free hand wrapped around your arm.
You can’t remember much of what was said in the conversation, only that your friend told him you needed a ride home and that Jake was already out the door. You squirmed in your friend’s grip, reaching for the phone again. “Lemme talk to ‘im.”
In a blink, your phone was back in your possession but the call had ended. You think you remember frowning at the screen when you noticed. 
“C’mon, he’s gonna be here soon,” your friend said, tugging you towards the entrance of the bar you were at. Sure enough, he’d arrived not even five minutes later. He looked a little tired, fighting off sleep while he waited up for you to come home. 
“Jake!” it came out in something close to a gasp, a great big smile lifting your cheeks. Your inhibitions were low as you stumbled towards him and all but collapsed against him, his arms coming around your waist to catch you. His t-shirt was soft against your cheek and you remember keeping your nose pressed against his chest for an almost embarrassingly long time because he smelled so good. 
He’d smiled and nodded at your friend in a quiet thanks before he led you to his car. You had held your breath while he buckled you in and tried to focus on one point on the horizon to wade off the nausea creeping up. Jake let you lean most of your weight against him as he helped you inside and to your room where you collapsed onto your bed. 
As soon as your head hit the mattress you felt a sleepiness take hold, your eyelids feeling heavier with each blink. You’d groaned when Jake made you go into the bathroom to change for bed and he’d helped you take your makeup off when you were too stubborn to do it yourself.
When you were all settled into bed, advil and water on your bedside table for the morning, he’d turned off your lamp and got up to leave. You feel a slight bit embarrassed when you recall asking him to stay with you before he could leave the room. You hadn’t really expected him to agree, but he did. 
You lift your head off the pillow and it immediately begins to throb, making your face scrunch up and your eyes squeeze closed. Through the building tension, you remember the water and pain relievers he’d set out for you on your nightstand. Your eyes peel open just enough for you to grab them and swallow the pills down with water. 
After setting the water back down, you look over at Jake sleeping in the spot next to you. He looks so serene, features completely relaxed and his face slightly smushed against your spare pillow. His hair’s a bit of a tousled mess from sleep and the sight of it makes you smile. 
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. His voice is deeper in the morning, this you already knew but hearing it immediately after he wakes up, in your bed no less, makes a thick, gooey warmth cloud your chest. You roll your eyes, though he can’t see it, fighting off the embarrassment tickling your nerves at having been caught staring at your sleeping roommate. 
“I didn’t think you’d stay,” you say after you’ve laid back down. His eyes blink open and he’s quiet for a minute. He holds your gaze for a minute, lets it wander across your face and then back to your eyes. He shrugs best he can, laying on his side. 
“You asked,” he says simply, like it’s obvious. You swallow and nod. He looks over your features once more, almost like he’s committing them to memory, and Jake realizes he likes having you to wake up next to. 
After that first morning, the two of you find almost any excuse you can to share a bed at night. 
You can’t sleep and knock on his door in the middle of the night, complaining of a minor nightmare. Jake puts his sheets in the wash and claims he doesn’t have a made bed to sleep in, despite the spare set of sheets in the closet. He hosts movie night in his room under the guise of the couch suddenly being too small. 
Slowly, over the course of many nights and phases of the moon, something in your dynamic shifts. He’s a lot more touchy with you, his fingers lingering against your skin. You get braver by kissing his cheek before you get out of bed the last few times. 
It’s an unspoken change, one neither of you really feel the need to address. That is, until excuse number fifteen—the storm outside might make you lose power and it’s better to just sleep in the same bed in case that happens—and he’s holding you in his bed.
The rain splashes against the windows, flashes of lightning lighting up the room as thunder cracks overhead. It’s quiet though in the comfort of his sheets. You can’t decide if you’re starting to prefer his mattress to yours. A hum of your name breaks you from your thoughts and you adjust your head to meet his eye. 
“I’ve been thinking,” he starts and you try to bite back a smirk. 
“That’s never good,” you muse. He laughs and shakes his head. 
“I’ve been thinking,” he restates. There’s the beginnings of a nervous blush creeping across his cheeks. “Maybe we should do this…permanently.”
You blink at him, eyes a little wide. “This, like, sharing a bed this?”
He nods and you think this is the first time you’ve ever seen your roommate so nervous. You start to smile. You make him nervous. The thought makes you feel giddy inside. 
“Yeah. Okay,” you agree and you can feel him physically relax against you. “Now you can stop lying about not having sheets on your bed or the couch being too small.”
He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face and a laugh bubbling past his lips. He’s just glad he gets to wake up to you every morning now on purpose.
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sarah-chasm · 5 months ago
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I’m so fucking sorry… WHAT!!???
(I’ll be fine I just need to adjust to this INCREDIBLE REALITY )
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!👑✨🤯🥰🤩
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spiltsoup · 5 months ago
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Happy pride month!! I am a proud lesbian!
Now you will all look at my vast collection of middle-aged women who have something Wrong With Them
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dodecademons · 1 year ago
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The crit role/d20 (specifically main cast cr and intrepid heroes, just because the general audience have seen them the most) chaotic cast that I must witness includes:
Ally "i have an insane idea and will roll a nat 20" Beardsley
Ashley "I understand there's consequences I just dont care" Johnson
Emily "I've been sent to destroy your campaign" Axford
Laura "I have an idea but the dice dont like it" Bailey
Lou "I'll do anything for a bit" Wilson
Sam "sounds fun, I'm in" Riegel
Zac "if it's funny I'll commit and do it" Oyama
Dm of choice. I do want to see someone like Jasmine Bhullar maybe in a warhammer-esque style of tabletop. Just enough chaos dm energy but also can put the bumpers up on sight
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vulpinesaint · 2 years ago
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the hogwarts legacy conversation really highlights something that i think usually stays hidden under the polite facade of liberalism. in the past days, weeks, months, it has become increasingly more apparent that there are SHOCKINGLY few trans allies in spaces which pride themselves on inclusivity and acceptance. as liberal people whose allyship so far has been limited to offering pronouns in their bio and maybe putting an infographic on their insta story once in a while are pressed to make choices to actively support trans people, it becomes increasingly clear that what they offered was never allyship at all. it becomes increasingly clear that their 'allyship' was contingent on all trans people being nice and unobtrusive and separate from other issues. people are dropping their illusions of supporting trans people shockingly quickly when confronted with the choice to actively harm people or not play a video game. as pat loller described it, they are presented with a trolley problem with trans people on one side and jk rowling/the (already paid) game devs on the other. one side will not be damaged. the train will take them on to their next destination, in fact, with very little fanfare. the train will crush the trans people. you have to actively pull the lever to crush the trans people. so-called allies are actively pulling the lever and then getting upset when trans people get upset about being DIRECTLY HARMED. how dare we speak up about the issues we face. how dare we be upset about the direct disregard and harm that people who claimed to support us are now foisting upon us. how dare we be messy about that. we are being actively legislated out of existence, and people who said they were our allies are abandoning us in droves for their much larger problem of... not being able to play a game. it's honestly fucking comedic. your allyship means nothing if it comes with conditions. your allyship means nothing if you are not willing to take action for the sake of your allies. your allyship means nothing if you are not willing to LITERALLY SIT STILL AND NOT DO A SINGLE ACTION for the sake of your allies. the trans community asks people NOT TO PLAY THE GAME. and people look us in the eyes and tell us that a few hours of antisemitic gameplay is worth more than our lives. fine. whatever. we see how it is. glad that they're finally being honest, at least. if you play hogwarts legacy or engage with harry potter i hope you die.
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chalkbird · 2 years ago
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the other option i will accept is if they throw all of dropout's most chaotic gremlin players at matt. like yea he knows erika. and yeah he has dm'ed for ally beardsley in a one shot. but no one can put the fear of god into a dungeon master quite like emily axford. yeah he has seen rekha play in bloodkeep. but what about grant o'brien? huh? what about zac "catboy" oyama? he played with izzy roland before but what will he do when he is facing persephone valentine? make him SWEAT in that dome.
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alliellama · 2 years ago
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happy valentine day :]
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forthehonorofraeskull · 1 year ago
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oh girl .
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dropoutconfessions · 2 months ago
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Rules and other notices
Only send asks on anon, it's how confessions work, but I won't stop you from adding your name. I'll dm you to verify that you did want your name attached if so.
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Feel free to respond to other asks, this is a community, it exists for discussions.
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crustacean-crush · 11 months ago
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the dome is a very special place <3
(this was made by me in canva)
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weavers-of-the-prophecy · 2 months ago
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"Good." He zips up his bag and slides it over his shoulder, standing back up.
"Here is as good a place as any." It really isn't, not at all. But it's nostalgic.
@nobodys-soldier
Zey take a deep breath and brace themself. This dye will burn their scalp, their ears, their eyes, but it will be worth it to finally get to determine something herself for once. To make a choice that's all her own.
"I'm ready when you are."
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spideystevie · 2 years ago
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💘 and hangman with "can... can you hold me? please?"
THANK YOU MY LOVE
hi ended up turning this into a little roommates situation because i simply couldn’t resist and i can’t be stopped! also v excited with how this one turned out hehehe enjoy my love <3 - [1k] | join the party!
There were perks to having a roommate, though you’re not sure Jake would’ve been your first choice. On paper, he’s the ideal choice. He cleans up after himself. He cooks dinner for you, helps you clean. He kills the spiders. 
Despite all of that, he could be unbelievably insufferable. He was cocky and almost too sure of himself. Full of snark and the offhanded, borderline flirtatious comment. He drove you insane, in ways you couldn’t tell were good or just plain irritating.
It’s cheaper rent, you have to remind yourself when his stubbornness causes a minor spat. It’s only temporary, you say under your breath when he catches you staring at his chest for a second too long one morning and makes a stupid comment about it. 
As much as he drove you insane, you had to admit–to yourself, of course–that it was nice to have him around. He was easy to talk to and he made you laugh. He always makes you call him to pick you up just so he knows you get home safe. Plus, it was nice knowing he was across the hall at night when you go to sleep in case something were to go wrong.
You wonder if tonight is one of those cases. 
It’s not like you were in any sort of trouble. Not physically at least. You’d had a nightmare, one that left you a little breathless when you woke up. Your mind hadn’t stopped reeling, your thoughts on a downward anxious spiral. 
You feel a little silly as you stare at your ceiling, wondering if he’d let you sleep with him tonight. Just so you felt safe. You chew on your lower lip for a beat, letting your mind debate the idea for a while hoping that alone will put you back to sleep. Luck isn’t on your side. 
With a quiet huff, you slip out of bed and pad across your room to your door. His bedroom door is only five steps across the hall from yours. You feel like a little kid again telling your mom you couldn't sleep as you raise your hand to knock. 
Your knuckles rap against the wood twice and you wrap your arms around yourself as you wait. The seconds stretch together and just when you’re about to say fuck it and go back to your own room, his door swings open. Your eyes blink up at him a little wide, part of you surprised he opened the door. 
“You okay?” he asks, his voice gravelly from sleep. His slight accent seems to come through that much more too. You swallow, his voice combined with his messy hair and the black t-shirt he’s wearing along with those pajama pants makes you feel a little flustered. 
You realize he’s waiting for an answer and clear your throat. He takes in the way you’re shifting on your feet, the way you’re almost hunched in on yourself. 
“I, um…I couldn’t sleep,” you say. Your gaze drops to the floor, voice coming out timid and quiet when you say, “Had a bad nightmare.”
You hear him sigh and you fully anticipate him to send you back to your room. Instead, he wraps a hand around one of your arms and tugs you inside his room. “C’mere.”
There’s a burning spot on your arm in the shape of his hand when he lets go once you’re inside. He closes the door and makes his way back to the side of his bed he’d been sleeping on. Jake looks at you and furrows his eyebrows when he notices you haven’t moved. 
“You gonna get in bed? I don’t bite,” he hesitates like he’s going to add something to it, something that would definitely make you want to scoff but he decides against it. You make your way over to the other side of the bed and pull back the covers. 
The first thing you notice is how warm his bed is. You sink into the sheets easily, holding back a sigh from how cozy it feels beneath his sheets. All of it smells like him, not too overwhelming but enough to make you aware of it. You find that you think you like it.
There’s a shuffling of bedsheets as he gets comfortable again. You lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling and willing yourself to fall asleep. His breathing has started to even out and you wonder if he’s fallen back asleep. Must be nice.
“Jake?” you’re not sure if he can hear you with how quiet you sound. You hear the sheets rustle like he’s turning over to look at you through the dark. 
“Yeah?” his voice sounds deeper in a whisper. You swallow, pushing down nerves though they just keep rising to the top. 
“Can…can you hold me?” you whisper, shifting against the sheets. “Please?”
For a second, there’s no response and a trail of curses makes its way across your mind. You almost open your mouth to tell him to forget you said anything when you feel his chest against your arm. His arm comes around your middle and you adjust so you’re on your side, your chests almost touching. 
Your head finds a home beneath his chin, your lips against the collar of his shirt. His other arm slides beneath your body and you worry it might fall asleep sometime in the night. The thought gets snuffed out when his hand rubs against the length of your back. 
“This okay?” he asks. You let out a breath, nodding once. 
“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Thank you.”
He hums in response. His hand continues to rub your back, the action soothing you until your body feels limp with relaxation. Your blinks get heavier, longer with each stroke of his hand. You let your body sink against his the most it can, your eyes finally fluttering shut and your breath evening out. 
It’s your little secret that that’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in months when you wake up in the morning, legs tangled with his and your chin tucked against his chest.
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verosvault · 9 months ago
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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨
Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"
Episode 6 "Party Politics"
Timestamp: 1:28:21
Video Length: 3min. & 3sec.
Kristen and Tracker's Phone Call (‣1/3 | 2/3 | 3/3)
Kristen's face is still covered with honey.
Kristen's crystal starts ringing. It's an unknown number. 😭✋
Kristen: "Hello? You've reached presidential candidate Kristen Applebees." 😭✋
Tracker: "Hey, Kristen."
Kristen: "Hey, Track. Tracky?"
Tracker: "Hey, I'm really sorry to call. Ragh texted, and I just wanted to check in, and I sort of promised somebody that I would sort of have an answer today, so..."
Kristen excuses herself to talk on the phone
Kristen: "Okay, what's up? What kinda answer are you looking for?"
Tracker: "So, there's someone here in Fallinel who I am spending time with who has requested that I be public about how we feel about each other, and I've said no for a long time because..."
Brennan: "And here, you hear a pause that you can read into with an insight check, if you want."
Kristen gets a 27 insight!
Brennan: "On a 27, she is pausing to give the reason why she has not declared this relationship publicly. The real reason, she thinks, would hurt your feelings, so she's not saying it."
Tracker: "And I told her that we should delay because...[pause]...you know, I just wanted to be respectful in terms of the time window, and in terms of everything else."
Brennan: "And this is what you know is maybe not a lie, but not the deep truth."
Tracker: "So the answer doesn't have to be yes, I just promised that I'd give her an answer today. The answer can be no, if you're not comfortable. But if the answer is no, there probably is an amount of time where it will be one necessary for me to, like... If there's a window that you feel is respectful for me to not say publicly that I'm with somebody-"
Kristen: "Oh, you're asking for my permission?"
Tracker: "I don't wanna hurt you."
Kristen: "Oh. Well, honestly, you're catching me at a really hard time. Cassandra shattered into a million pieces after choking on a shrimp, so..."
BRENNAN! DON'T SMILE AT THAT! PLEASE! 😭✋
Emily: "I don't think the shrimp was that big a deal." 😭✋
Kristen: "Mostly she just choked on a shrimp. Actually, we were really up. We were about to win everything. And so I don't know if I'm in a, to be completely honest, a mental headspace to answer your question. But that doesn't mean that you even need my permission. We're broken up."
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