#but holy *shit* you are missing out
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kristiliqua · 9 months ago
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CHUNSIK MY BELOVEDDDDDD
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gaydaroreilly · 3 months ago
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Mav bringing Ice home all like: so I don’t know how to tell you this but my family can’t know
Ice: well I wasn’t planning to advertise our homosexual relationship, I’m not an idiot
Mav: Oh! Nah, it’d be pretty hypocritical lol
Ice: WTF
Mav: I meant the whole—using a jet to shoot other jets down for navy… maybe just say you…make porn? I feel like they’d respect that more.
Ice: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU
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murkybu · 1 year ago
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haiiii guys haiiiii
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months ago
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"haha, are you an art gay, a science gay, or a math gay"
Actually, I find the division between art, science, and math to be a very nebulous idea and useless when you actually interact with the universe. The more you learn about the world, the more you surround yourself with art and science and math, and you'll never be able to see it any other way and it will be beautiful. When I take your hand, it won't be the science of our atoms closing the distance between us that we will experience, but the math of our fingers interlocking and the art of our bodies that we will experience. You are math and you are science and you are art, and nothing will make you any lesser💛
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ganondoodle · 6 months ago
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1 year since i got scammed by nintedno leaving me forever yearning for a game we will never get and an extreme worry for the future
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sea-jello · 2 months ago
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hong kong miku,,,
#hopping on the trend jumpscare i’m from hong kong surprise#i haven’t seen that many hk mikus around#lowkey chat i think i kinda ate with this one#however i will say i am coloring in the dark so if any colors look off that’s why#and also i haven’t opened this program in literal months i jumped straight into this no warmup no nothing#miku is what pulls me out of art block apparently i was locked in for 5 hours STRAIGHT#someone needs to teach me how to paint properly holy#not sure how i feel about the bottom left one but that was a quick one anyways#i am from hk originally but i haven’t been back in years so i have no idea about the culture other than food and mirror#OKAY let me explain the context#street food is a big thing in hk and quick and easy things like fish balls egg waffles and like siu mai and wonton noodles are popular#back then people really would just squat down on the side of the road or right in front of the shop to eat it and go#but i don’t think anyone does that anymore city life and all that#ohh i should have done instant noodles breakfasts god i loved those#if anyones from hk if you go to the causeway bay mtr station exit that leads up to the big road near sogo. do they still sell siu mai there#that shit was BANGER i remember asking for them all the time#a good majority of parents in hk would get their daughters ears pierced as a baby something about them not feeling as much pain idk#that’s just what i was told#i used the neon for her friendly standard greeting cause i wanted to incorporate the neon signs somehow without actually drawing a whole bg#lots of neon signs in hk. i heard they had to take them down cause of light pollution which is sad but understandable#everyone got their shoes from dr kong. at least when i was younger they did#boy band is self explanatory. i heard they’re really popular my mom listens to them#oh i had her messing with her shoes cause hk people move FAST. you stop for one second and you get shoved#so like a fun little allusion#gave her black roots just for fun. she is violating every school uniform code possible#this is all based off of my memory by the way so like. anyone who knows this better than i do hit me up#hatsune miku#miku from my culture#jellos scribbles#i haven’t tag yapped in so long welcome back my love i missed you
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oceanicpoetry · 6 months ago
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Loki's arrival: official concept art (by Andy Park)
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cupophrogs · 8 months ago
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1. Dog day…why did you say when you saw your husbands picture “ he’s alive????” Did you think he was dead.
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"The passage of time is worthless when you there's nothing you can count on, except pain. So I always assumed my past life, and everything in it, was already gone. Hope is a very fickle thing, down here."
(Based on this song)
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the-kipsabian · 11 months ago
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valewritessss · 3 months ago
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Whenever I read those fics that have different characters povs reacting to things percy does/his trauma I get major flashbacks to those gacha life “___ reacts to ___” videos
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stargirl230 · 1 year ago
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First (official) day of college!
super nervous haha, wish me luck
(no reposts!)
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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HII just wanna let u know i cant stop thinking abt poppy and sally (and laughingstock ofc) and its ur fault!!! i love them sm!! ur brain is huge!!
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!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!
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the-eclectic-wonderer · 3 months ago
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Congratulations to OMITB on boldly going where no one else has gone before. It's about time we got a rude, creepy, money-crazy, sexist, vulgar, full of shit, ethically questionable Hollywood exec who is a woman. A woman named Bev Melon. God I love this show
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milk-ducts · 1 year ago
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????? THIS LINE ??? I want you all to fucking listen here. THATS MOTHER RIGHT THERE. serving CUNT like its breakfast, brunch, lunch, AND DINNER.
same energy as janis’ “lets rock this bitch”
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creepyscritches · 1 year ago
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My grandma is 80 and almost never wants to go do things, but every year she gets excited to go shuffle around her little shops on Black Friday with me and my mom and eeeeevery year she heehaws at me buying my annual supply of handsoap from bath and body works during their buy 3 get 3 sale. I have so much soap, by god, if I run out again before next November I'm going to kill myself
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timechange · 4 months ago
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MCFLY JULY ‘24 — on the radio.
JULY 15, 1989
Marty sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He flexes his hands, rolling his shoulders, trying to work the kink out of his back before getting back to work. That’s pretty much the only downside of tinkering around with various unfinished projects of Doc’s; way too many hours spent hunched over. 
“That was Tom Petty with ‘I Won’t Back Down’ here on KWHV 108.3 and I’m your host, Jamie Lee.” The deejay’s voice is sweet and smooth, and he remembers, warmth creeping across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, that Jamie Lee was his first crush. As if it wasn’t enough she was the coolest girl inside the halls of Hill Valley High, outside of school she was the best basketball player and had the best music taste. A triple threat for sure. 
“Next up we’ve got something kinda special: a new group that’s been soaring through the charts and sent the music world spinning with their electrifying debut.” 
Marty feels his heart quicken in his chest and tries to tell himself to calm down, the radio static buzzing in his head. He drops the screwdriver, which clatters to the table clumsily. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way in hell she could be talking about–
“So, without further ado, with their lead single ‘Strangerland’ off their album 88, give it up for Hill Valley’s very own hometown boys, McFly and the Flyaways!’ 
His stomach drops. He’d recognize that opening riff anywhere.
“Future sight can’t help me tonight, tired of waitin’ for time to restart–”
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Holy shit!” he exclaims, leaping to his feet and not even caring that he hits his head on the way up. “Doc! DOC!” 
He only feels a little bad when the door gets kicked open and his best friend bursts into the room like he’s goddamn Batman, clad in safety goggles instead of a cape and wielding a fire extinguisher instead of a Batarang. 
“MARTY!” Doc cries, looking around like a man possessed, frantic in his search for some threat. “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
He runs to the scientist, grasping his upper arms. His face hurts from smiling so much. 
“Doc! Doc, listen!”
“—ghosts in my head, there’s a ghost in the mirror that I see instead—" comes his own voice a moment later. 
Marty bows his head, grip momentarily tightening. There’s a lump in his throat and when he looks up at Doc again, his blue eyes are watery.
“My song, Doc,” he whispers. An awestruck, dumbstruck, disbelieving smile on his face makes him look all of thirteen again and he couldn’t care less. He lets out a laugh that’s a little too close to a sob for comfort. “They’re playing my song.” 
The fire extinguisher falls to the ground with a thud as Doc returns the embrace, holding Marty at arm’s length so tightly he thinks he’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. If Marty thought his own smile was big and stupid, it had nothing on Doc’s. 
“Do you know what this means?” he murmurs. 
“You were right,” Marty replies. “All the stuff you said to me.” 
“If you put your mind to it…” Doc starts, gently.
“…You can accomplish anything,” Marty finishes. 
The chorus starts, crackly over the radio, but it’s the greatest thing he’s ever heard. 
“Oh, I’m lost in my dreams, fallin' apart at the seams, and time is slippin' through my hand
But I got somethin' to prove, so what have I got to lose?
I'm gonna make it outta this
Strangerland!
I gotta make it outta this
Strangerland!” 
“Woah,” Marty laughs, tears sliding down his face. “This is heavy.” 
Doc pulls him into a bone-crushing hug which he eagerly returns, the instrumentation that took them weeks to nail blaring in the background.
“You did it, Marty. You made it.”
“I made it,” Marty repeats, as if it’ll make it feel more real. He feels lighter than air and like he’s buzzing with electricity, like he’s flying over a thundercloud. “Holy shit, I made it.” A sudden realization shocks him and his eyes widen. “I-I gotta tell the guys!”
“Go on, go on!” Doc encourages, letting him go, watching him fondly as he almost trips over his feet and the rug trying to make it to the phone in Doc and Clara’s library and study. 
However, it’s already ringing when he gets there. 
“Yo!” he greets, out of force of habit.
“Marty!” his dad’s warm voice responds. 
“Marty, honey, turn on the radio, quick!” his mom jumps in. “They’re playing it! Your, um, your Stranger in a Strange Land song!” 
“It’s your song, kiddo!” His dad sounds full to bursting with joy. “And boy, does it sound great!” 
He laughs, using his thumb and forefinger in a fruitless attempt to try to stem the flow of tears.
“Thanks, guys.”
“Oh, sweetheart, we’re so happy for you. And so proud of you, too, so proud.” His mom sounds like she’s about to cry, too. “Linda’s taping it and everything and Dave has it playing at the office!”
“We love you, son,” his dad reminds him, “and you’ll be home for dinner, right?”
“Yeah, Dad. I will. Love you too.”
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