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NEVER FUCKING WATCH BONES
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All videos and photos are posted on @psgacademyqatar (blurred their faces for privacy)
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also please lmk if your opinion was recently changed cause obviously sadie sink was in the cast photos and i know a lot of people were like phew this proves it
#guys im gonna kms#I HAVE PUBLISHED THIS POLL TWO TIMES#AND I DID SOMETHING WRONG EVERY TIME#LAST TIME I MADE IT A DAY NOT A WEEK#AND BEFORE THAT I WROTE THE WRONG OPTION#AKAJSNJSHSHS#DYING#anyway#stranger things#byler#max mayfield#very curious so answer
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It's like I blinked and "Haha I'm going to kill myself" became a funny joke to make again, or an alright thing to say ironically. You guys stop that. You'll feel better for not saying it, I promise.
#this is also a psa to please not put that in tags for my art#i LOVE the gushing and the “oh my god my heart is in a blender i am laying down on the floor crying sobbing screaming” stuff!#just not the kms stuff. it took me a while to unlearn that habit and some of you guys need to do the same#it's so much funnier to say stuff like IM GONNA EAT A WHOLE GIRAFFE#or other such hyperbole#i promise#mango talks
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ENHA BF TEXTS
PAIRINGS: enhypen × fem!reader, established relationship
WARNING: sexual innuendos, swearing, suggestive? (idk but I'd rather have the warning here than not!), mentions of pregnancy, uses of petnames, a little jealousy
NOTES: enha post debut? couldn't bring the brain to unfog for the next chap of LOTC so I suppose this is my apology 😞
edit: I knew the word bouquet was looking funny, now I'm realising I spelt it wrong 😓😓
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen x you#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x y/n#enhypen x oc#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#jungwon x reader#niki x reader#enha x reader#enha x you#enhypen fake texts#heeseung enhypen#jay enhypen#jake enhypen#sunghoon enhypen#sunoo enhypen#jungwon enhypen#riki enhypen#guys help i keep noticing typos im gonna kms
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LONGAN IS HERE
#cookie run#cookie run ovenbreak#longan dragon cookie#GUYS GUYS GUYS#cookie run oven break#ITS LONGAN#IM SUCH A HATER#IVE HATED THEM SO MUCH IM STARTING TO LIKE THEM#IM GONNA KMS#CRYING RN#I NEED LONGAN YURI#OUGH I HOPE THEY D I E
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fanart for @bulliestrolls new trolls AU
#im not at liberty to say what it is#you guys will find out soon enough#trolls#cloudguy#im gonna kms
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dallas winston DID NOT die for this
#guys this is from the musical#ur telling me they just gonna take the “you're the only reason I'm living” trope and reapply it to johnnyboy?#as if dallas didn't literally kms cuz johnny was no longer there#im sorry guys i love pb&j but this is sooo NOT them it just pains me#ik pbj shippers are eating this bs up while all jally narion is left with is a goddamn sibling dynamic
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HE WANTS TO CALL TOMMY
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jaw on the floor, weak in the knees, gasping for air, fainting.
#♡₊˚ chatting 🍒・₊-#my man is so fine#guys i can’t do this anymore#im gonna kms#look. at. him.#theodore nott#theo nott
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well uhm… congrats to Nandermo for the divorce even though they were never together.
#the purpose talk wtf 😭😭😭#im gonna kms excuse me#BITCH U WERE NEVER TOGETHER WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE A DIVORCE#aassjahsj Guillermo moved on but Nandor can’t#also the way Guillermo learned to love himself as a human but Nandor still craves to be one#guys just kiss pls I beg u#stop dancing around each other#STOP DIVORCING EACH OTHER !!!#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#wwdits season 6#nandor the relentless#guillermo de la cruz#nandermo#nandor x guillermo
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narrow thoughts // carmen berzatto
part one: sprite
finally done with part 1! somewhat happy ending in part 2 btw, since i don't totally hate you guys or want you to suffer for once
synopsis: you and carmen were good friends turned strangers — the trauma bond from Noma still keeping you closer. you've noticed Carmen's hard work, and you worry terribly for him and his wellbeing. keeping quiet has never been so hard; being "friends" has never been so hard.
pairings: platonic!richie x reader – romantic!carmy x reader
english isn't my first language — expect some mistakes. feedback is always appreciated.
WARNINGS: friends - strangers - lovers, angst, fluff, NOT an established relationship, pre-existing history, ZERO use of y/n, reader is implied female, mention of the nickname "Pico," short for "Piccola" ; small (young), or even baby, in italian.
wc: 2.1k
You twisted the silver key at an angle, locking the glass door shut — the 'CLOSED' sign taunting you. You and your pre-existing staff expected to open in just 6 weeks, and you still felt like so much time lingered. The emptiness of the sidewalk made your stomach drop to your feet, the same way it did every night. You waited so impatiently for the opening day of your coffee shop to inch closer and closer; but you were uncertain, unsettled, and lacking confidence in your craft. Was simplicity really the answer? Should you have just stayed in New York? Were you just another, "Eleven Madison Park Dickhead?" Did you even want answers to these looming questions? No. No you didn't — not yet. All you wanted that night was a glass of homemade sprite, and maybe a real conversation with an old friend.
Maybe he'd know what to say, if anything at all.
So, you walked. And you walked, and you walked, and you kept walking — your dark blue crewneck sweater that went just past the belt line of your baggy jeans, a pair of pantyhose, white socks, and Doc Martens keeping you clothed in the Chicago cold. Your bracelets clanged against each other, harmonizing with the sound of the keychains jingling against your purse, clutched close to your sides. You finally reached the The Beef, the florescent glow casting a blueish green shine against your face. Another 'CLOSED' sign pointed a childish finger at you.
"Richieeee!" You wined, gently knocking on the glass window to grasp his attention — his back turned to you as he was telling Tina and Marcus yet another story about Carmen's childhood. You almost regretted being nice to him, but it gave you leeway; visiting after hours, special treatment, and even the nickname 'Pico' was coined after you.
"Richie, I know you can hear me!"
"Yeah, and he goes—" Richie reluctantly paused, hearing a familiar voice from behind the glass. His hands, frozen in the air, fell to his sides as he dramatically walked over to the door. "Shit, hold on. Pico's here." He groaned, slowly unlocking and cracking the door open, moving out of your way to let you in.
"Thanks." You breathed, crossing your arms as you took a step into the restaurant — immediately met with smiles and good night's from Marcus and Tina. Your eyes darted around the cramped space of the counter, not quite being able to see into the kitchen as you stepped closer to take a seat in a red barstool.
"What're you doin' here? You alright, sweetheart?" Richie asked, his tone only slightly annoyed from the interruption of his attempt to humiliate Carmen. He waltzed behind the counter, supporting his weight by pressing his palms against the metal as he stood across from you. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering — completely disregarding Tina and Marcus clocking out and leaving for the night.
"Yeah, just uh — my stomach hurts. Like, bad." You sighed, sticking your elbows up onto the counter and resting your face in your hands, the stool next to you occupied by your purse. Richie only nodded his head, noticing your mouth slightly gaped open like you had more to say. Even if he was a childish asshole, he wasn't evil. He'd never interrupt someone who was clearly in need.
"And–and i'm just... payin' a visit, I guess." You tried justifying your reasoning for coming all this way. It was 9:47, and you hardly ever came around this late. Typically, you'd lock up by 9:15, come over and stick around till 9:30, and be home by 10:45. You must've needed something, he thought, but he chose not to pester you tonight.
Please don't ask.
"Alright.. Yeah, 'ya look a little green. You wanna sprite?" Richie gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead, just reassuring you didn't have a fever. You nodded your head in approval. He walked into the kitchen, shouting "COUSIN! Pico wants a sprite! Make it for 'er, will 'ya?"
Carmen shut his locker as he nodded his head to Richie, mumbling, "be right there." He bit the inside of his cheek, his lips curling into a smile when he saw you through the tiny peak between the counter and the kitchen that you were too far from to experience. Admittedly, Carmen liked seeing you come in — bringing coffee for everyone in the mornings, and wishing everyone goodnight in the evenings. It gave him something to look foreword to. He liked the consistency; and hell, he fucking loved the blonde espresso macchiato you conjured up for him, the foam just a tad bit flat from having to travel on foot from the cafe to the restaurant with it.
You scrolled on your Instagram timeline as you heard Carmen mumbling to himself as he made your sprite, noting the clinking of ice against a glass cup and the crisp sound of the homemade soda pouring in. You gave Richie an air-kiss on the cheek goodbye as he walked out of The Beef, his lanky frame covered by his leather jacket. You smiled again at the sight of Carmen politely delivering your drink, putting your phone away in the pocket of your jeans.
"Why thank you!" You cooed, looking into his big, blue eyes that didn't really know what to focus on. You took in every feature: his curly dirty-blonde locks in need of trimming, his big and arched nose, the round shape of his chin. You were staring, your stare never leaving his figure as he set the glass down on the counter, and he couldn't help but smile back.
He was perfect — it was almost scary.
"Pleasure." Carmen chuckled, placing a warm hand on the back of his neck as he thought of what else to say. He couldn't remember the last time you two were alone. The closest thing was him coming over to your apartment in broad daylight to help you get rid of the green, god awful futon in your living room that was covered in weird stains.
"You've got a weird definition of pleasure." You sighed, raising your glass to your lips and feeling the sprite ease your stomach. Your eyes rolled when you heard his obnoxiously attractive laugh; breathy and nervous.
"Yeah, yeah. I know." Carmen nodded his head, essentially saying "you're right, but respectfully — fuck off" without actually saying it. He picked his head up, watching your throat contract with each sip — the neon lights all around the restaurant displaying a purple glow against your skin. It was childish, but knowing he could make your night just a little bit better with a glass of sprite made him proud of himself.
"You feelin' alright? As best as you can, I mean." You set your glass down, resting your face in your palms as you blinked at Carmen, your eyebrows knitted in concern. You worried for him, no matter how much your brain reassured you that they grey crescents under his eyes were none of your concern. It was normal to never get more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep every night as an overworked 34 year old, right? It's a Carmy problem, right?
No. Fuck no.
"Uh... yeah, I—" Carmen's hands gripped tightly against the cold, metal counter, his foot tapping against the tile floor. He bit the inside of his cheek, diverting his gaze away from you and back towards the walkway into the kitchen. He was lying, and you knew it. He felt his chest heave at the question as he forced himself to look at you again; your face still expressing a sense of panic for him.
"You..?" You finished his empty sentence for him, getting a little impatient. Your manicured nails clicked against the counter, waiting for him to tell at least some fragments of the truth.
"No, not alright. Not really. I, um—" He paused again, his eyes finally locking with yours, completely unable to pull away now. You looked beautiful to him — elegant, even. With your hair messier than the way you styled it this morning, with your chipped and grown out manicure, and especially with your lack of knowledge that Carmen was analyzing every inch of you. He felt guilty for looking - more than he usually did.
"I've been having those weird fuckin' dreams again. A-and these panic attacks, I think?" Carmens voice went softer, a whine of fear in his speech; he finally let his guard down just a bit. It was like just looking at you calmed him down enough so he could choke out another sentence.
"Shit. Still?" You asked, your nails pausing their annoying clack and tap so you could focus all of your attention onto Carmen. You remembered Natalie mentioning Carmen's recent manifestations of his stress, often asking if you'd just check up on him every once in a while, just in case she couldn't reach him.
"Yeah." Carmen replied, his voice airy and unsupported. His eyes were blue and desperate, and fixated on every part of your face. It made his thoughts narrow down to you; your weird sense of humor, your artful hands that illustrated your frustration when you complained about your day, even the perfume you wore every day that lingered around the jacket you left at his apartment (which he still hasn't given back to you.) Why would he? How could Carmen not keep a piece of you in his home?
You finally caught Carmen's gaze as you grazed the condensation on your glass of sprite — and you could see it in his face; the exhaustion, the anxiety, the need for stability in his eyes. You saw what this place did to him; what fixing this hellhole turned him into for a second time. It felt silly, controlling, nagging even, for you to assume that Carmen couldn't handle himself. But maybe that wasn't too unfair of an assumption; even if Sydney tried to condition you to believe that not every Carmy problem had to be a you problem.
"Jesus. I'm sorry." You clenched your teeth as you thought about his nausea spells he'd get every morning, remembering the dozens of empty bottles of pepto bismol littered around the kitchen counter of his apartment in New York. It was like you could still feel the sting of stomach acid your throat when you ended up puking every night after dinner rush; your digestive system completely empty from the lack of time you even had to keep your body intact. And yet, it was fucking everything. Your calloused fingers from the knives and the rasp in your throat from crying felt like a trophy; a mark on your person that forever reminded you of how great you once were.
What were you even doing here? Opening another thrift shop? But this time, it had a built in cafe; a cafe you dreamed of serving the best coffee in Chicago? Wow! What an original, realistic and inspiring concept. Like Richie warned the two of you: neither of you had any idea what you were doing back in Chicago.
Is it too late for me to understand you?
"Is this even.. I don't know — fun, for you anymore? Was it ever?" You croaked, tracing the tip of your middle finger along the rim of the glass — watching the little bubbles in the drink rise and pop. The question almost struck a nerve in Carmen, it forced him to think; really think.
"I mean... 'fun' isn't the word I'd use." He shrugged his shoulders, his face contorting into that typical confused look he always gave you. It made your heart ache.
"I don't like what it does to you."
"I'm– I'm trying to... to do somethin' here, Pico." His eyebrows knitted as his hands gripped just a little tighter against the counter.
"I know, Carmy. A-and you're doing great I just– I miss you." You barely whispered, crossing your arms almost trying to defend yourself as Carmen's face softened. His stomach dropped to his feet, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
You two hadn't had a real conversation since the night you decided to quit, leaving Carmen to chase his success and even become Food & Wine's best chef without you. You hadn't cried in front of him since the day after Mikey's funeral: which neither of you could bring yourself to attend to. You'd been back home much longer than Carmen had; him coming home was so bittersweet. You needed him here. You needed him in the warm glow of your apartment, on your vintage couch as you shared the leftover pasta carbonara you made the night before. You forgot what his arms felt like around you, trying so hard to remember as you glanced at his tattoos.
"I miss you too."
TO BE CONTINUED BITCHESSSSSS!!!!!!
#AHHHH#i hope you guys like this!!!#sorry it took a while!#writers block ugh#anyway I'm so happy with how this turned out#carmen berzatto#carmen x reader#fic series#richie jerimovich#sydney adamu#the bear#carmy the bear#i love this show so much#reposts are appreciated#pls don't flop#i'll kms if this flops#istg im gonna cry#Spotify
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“KIDDO” IM CACKLINGGG
#no way im messing with a guy named earl LMFAOAOSNS#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#girlblogging#this is a girlblog#just girly things#hell is a teenage girl#this is what makes us girls#im gonna cry#kms
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god.. prayers to the asoiaf oldheads (pre 2014 twoiaf release) who didnt have names for half the targ tree..... here i am complaining that the century of blood targs dont have named mothers/daughters and you guys didnt even know alicent's name. Humbled.
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#I TURNED MY PERSONA INTO A COOKIE.#NOW I KILL MYSELF AND WAIT#NO WAIT.........#cookie run#cookie run ovenbreak#cookie run oc#guys.... i love aliens#I HAVE ALWAYS SAID IM AN ALIEN IRL#YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME TO HAVE A ALIEN THEMED CROB UPDATE????#PLUS. MY SON BELL PEPPER WON A ALIEN COSTUME#SIMPLY THE BEST UPDATE EVER TO ME#JUST BECAUSE MY SON FINALLY APPEARED AGAIN A N D WON A COSTUME.#AAAANNND ALSO#agent olive cookie is so SWEET.#im gonna kms because of that#OK I HAVE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP BYE
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When idk what to draw I always know this stupid shark thing’s got my back🙏🙏🙏
Oh and the other ones but…..THAT’S NOT THE POINT
Also Bee n Puppycat reference bc it’s sooooo good (Marie launched them into the stratosphere for messing up the easiest task ever)
#splatoon#shiver splatoon#shiver hohojiro#frye splatoon#frye onaga#big man splatoon#big man#goober art#I’m the biggest man im the biggest man😼😼#guhhhhh#also before anyone asks Shiver isn’t high I promise they just look like that💔💔💔#also I’ve been thinking abt Biggest Man a little lot lately#he’s so 𐌔𐌉𐌋𐌋𐌙#I love it when he does WAWAWAAAAA#silliest guy ever 10/10 would 𐌔𐌉𐌋𐌋𐌙 again#bro I just realized how much I use the word also kms#IM REALLY GONNA DO IT THIS TIME!!!!/j#anywho….#listen to Erica Kane by Aaliyah#(the Aaliyah propaganda continues)#do ur daily click#annndddddd#have a good#(ˆ▽ˆ)
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