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sqrkyclean · 4 months ago
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it's the most efficient way to clean a pooltoy!
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ender-of-the-sender · 4 months ago
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Chat, I'm coming out as an Ezekiel fan. The way Joey plays him- Im so sorry but like ?!! You give me another hateable shithead character thats also just a little guy and expect me to act normally?
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No. Fuck that.
Joey had NO RIGHT to play that fucking bird. How dare he.
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AND WHEN HE FALLS IN THE WOOD CHIPPER AND JOEY PULLS THIS SHIT ??? I screamed.
Fucking look at the SPECTACULAR lightning for this stupid fucking weed bird.
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Chat, I am actively screaming, crying, throwing up, throwing myself into a wood chipper- this fucking Nighthawk.
If it seems like I'm angry, it's because I am.
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ganemouchie · 4 months ago
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abegil on da jon soms jumper
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xochimillilili · 1 year ago
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I think no matter what, tummies are my fucking favorite. Small tummies, big tummies, any size is just great, I love how sensitive they can be, how just a light touch can have one squirming or starting to flinch and twitch.
How soft they are, plush or silky, smooth or hairy, it doesn't matter since they're all nice to nuzzle and rub, rubbing tummies is just so nice, how happy they can make another.
The smoothness or hairyness some have, perfect to kiss and lick and use to make funny sounds on. If you don't like tummies you're a fucking coward.
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oceanbilly · 1 year ago
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Sorrow's native son
hi, i've never posted a fic and what i wrote might seem strange and unusual, so i wanted to give an explanation beforehand. i happened to read that one page from the stranger things book, max's book to be exact, it was the scene where neil abused billy with a belt and something in me broke and what i wrote was like a knee-jerk reaction to that. it's not really a romantic setting, i think it ended up being gender neutral too (but not 100% sure), i just needed to find a way to make billy less lonely. anyways, i hope there's at least one person who will enjoy it and relate to it.
My finger slid across the different boxes on the shelf. My eyes eventually landed on the one with the sale sign hanging below it. The store was quiet except for the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights. It was getting late.
I heard a bell announcing someone’s arrival. The cold air wrapped around my body like a blanket and I shivered. As I entered another aisle, my eyes fell on Billy Hargrove.
Our paths rarely crossed, yet his sight was uncomfortably familiar. Back in high school, he always made sure to be obnoxious enough to be noticed by everyone. He was loud and bold. Liked showing off his body even in the most inappropriate places and despite the dreadful weather, as if he was rebelling against Hawkins for the sake of it. He liked being intimidating and feared. He liked being admired.
All of that used to make an impression, until the thin veil of bullshit dropped and I saw the nasty truth.
Not long after graduation, when I was walking down Cherry Lane, I saw him carrying a big box out of the back door of his house. I wouldn’t pay much attention if it wasn’t for his father, who was walking closely behind him, pushing him to go faster. When Billy tripped and the box fell with a loud clash, I stopped. I wasn’t planning on helping – it was sheer curiosity more than anything else.
Before even a thought could pass my mind, his father’s booming voice rang in my ears. His mouth danced around the word ‘useless’ like he was used to it, like it was his favorite word and saying it caused him great pleasure. I wanted to scowl and move on, telling myself that it was none of my business, but a pained noise made me freeze. A heavy boot collided with Billy’s ribs once, twice, three times and I felt every kick in my own body. His father spat on him, yelled a few more offensive words and left. I saw Billy push himself up until he was on his hands and knees. His head hung low as he took a few deep breaths. I didn’t know what I should do, or if I should even do anything at all. Billy, however, decided for me, because when he raised his head, his cold eyes pierced through mine and I knew I shouldn’t get close.
In that position on the ground, he seemed like a wounded animal, glaring at me silently. I felt like an intruder. I looked away and forced my feet to start moving again. I walked, but it was harder now, slower, because of the heavy guilt that kept weighing on my shoulders.
After that day, I saw him everywhere. It was like I was being punished for what I did. Or didn’t do. His sight alone always brought back the shame and the guilt.
Right now he was browsing the medicine shelf. He picked up the aspirin and then put it back down. He pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill out of his pocket and looked at it like it was offending him. He also looked different. His hair was gathered in a bun, and instead of his usual showy outfit, he was clothed in sweatpants, a plain t-shirt and a red plaid shirt thrown on top of it. It hung loose on him, too, and it was dripping wet. I looked outside the window, where the heavy November rain was wreaking havoc. He eventually stuffed the money back into his pocket and put the bottle down. He huffed, irritated, and stormed out of the store.
I bit my lip nervously. I quickly grabbed the aspirin and made my way to the checkout. When I went outside, I saw him walking slowly down the street. He wasn’t in a hurry, like there was nowhere he was supposed to be in this nasty weather. His figure illuminated by the street lamps seemed small.
I chased him down and stopped in front of him, successfully cutting him off. I pushed the bottle of aspirin into his hand. He furrowed his brow and looked confused for a second, before his features were clouded by anger.
‘I don’t need fucking charity,’ he spat.
‘Take it or don’t, I don’t give a shit.’ Lies.
Billy has been all I could think about. Every time I saw him in public with his father, my heart sank. It was easy to miss – the light shoves, the way Billy never really looked him in the eye. Whenever I saw him, my mind immediately recalled the image of Billy on his lawn. It was burned into my brain and it paired well with the pang of guilt somewhere in my chest.
He also seemed to remember this moment well, because whenever he spotted me in town, his body tensed and he turned his head away. We never actually talked, but his posture was a warning in itself.
Billy clenched his jaw, but his hand tightened on the bottle. The dim orange light couldn’t hide his swollen eye and a bruised cheekbone. He opened the bottle and took out three pills. I dug in my shopping bag for a water bottle, which I passed it to him. This time he accepted it without any biting remarks. My gaze flickered down to his hands and one look at his clean knuckles told me everything I needed to know. He swallowed the pills.
‘C’mon, I’ll give you a lift,’ I said and pushed past him to go get into my car.
I half expected him to just leave and not look back, maybe flip me off as a goodbye, but to my surprise he slipped into the passenger seat next to me. I took in his face which scrunched up in pain for a second, but he schooled it very fast. The raindrops slid down his cheek.
Billy didn’t seem like the person who could simply accept help. It wasn’t taught to him. His pride got in the way too. His whole body was stiff, like he was ready to bolt any second. Like he was still on the verge of making his final decision. However, these last gruelling months have taught me that he also had a strong survival instinct. If he did something uncharacteristic – he did it out of pure need.
‘So what, you just pity me? Is that it?’ His voice was low and quiet. There was a layer of anger to it. This situation was taking away his control and he didn’t like that.
‘No,’ I replied, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road. ‘I pity your dad.’
‘For having a useless son?’ He asked louder now. The cool mask of anger was cracking, allowing the anxiety to seep through. From the corner of my eye I could see the end of his sleeve gripped tightly in his hand. I flinched at the word. It was now my least favorite word.
‘For being a braindead pissbucket.’ I spat. ‘I believe it’s incurable.’
I risked a quick glance at him and found him staring at me like I grew a second head. He snorted loudly and turned towards the window, a smile playing on his lips. I felt a bit lighter now that he was slightly less tense.
‘Do you want me to…’ I hesitated, knowing I was about to bring his mood down, ‘drop you off at home?’
He didn’t reply, but he shook his head, still looking out the window. I clenched my jaw, eyes fixed firmly on the road. He was out late in the pouring rain in the middle of November wearing these damn rags. He clearly walked for a while and he didn’t have his car. I wondered briefly if his father would be above kicking him out of the house for the night. I didn’t ask where to take him, because I had a feeling he didn’t have anywhere to go.
After ten minutes of silence I pulled up to my driveway.
I got out of the car and leaned down to look at Billy. ’C’mon.’ There was no point in asking. I let him make his decision based on what he really needed right now. He followed me without a word.
I opened the door and pushed him inside first. The pleasant warmth of the house made me sigh in relief. I took off my jacket and shoes, and looked at Billy, who was currently leaving a small puddle on the floor. I walked up to him and gently slid the dripping plaid shirt off of his shoulders. I was going to put it on the radiator in the kitchen, but something caught my eye. His white shirt had splashes of red all over his back. My heart stopped and the shirt slipped out of my hands. No. No, no, no.
‘Billy?’ My voice sounded weak and uncertain.
‘Yeah?’
‘You’re… You’re hurt,’ I said, eyes glued to the blood stains.
He tensed immediately. He didn’t reply and I was worried I saw too much. The most he had hoped for was probably just the painkillers and a place to crash. He didn’t actually plan on letting me in and now I accidentally stepped into his personal space. I was too close to the issue and I knew it scared him.
‘It’s fine,’ he said in a defensive tone. ‘Don’t worry about it.’
I could just let it go. In fact that’s what I should’ve done.
But then I felt it again. It creeped upon my shoulders slowly just to crush me all at once. The guilt. It didn’t let me move. It didn’t let me breathe. After that the panic started to set in. I let him suffer for so long.
I grabbed his hand, led him into the kitchen and made him sit in a chair. I pulled the first aid kit out of the cabinet and I saw it in his eyes. The flash of anger and betrayal, but I have already made my decision.
‘Take your shirt off,’ I said in a serious tone. ‘Please,’ I added quietly.
I expected him to put up a fight or at least make a suggestive joke, but he didn’t. He knew there was no use. The curtain was ripped away a long time ago and he had to accept that. But it was clear that he had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that someone knew the truth.
He gripped the hem of his t-shirt and started pulling it up, but halfway through he made a pained noise and let out a frustrated sigh. I grabbed the shirt for him and gently pulled it off.
When my eyes landed on his back, I felt dizzy. His tan skin was littered with angry red welts. The bruises were slowly blooming all over his back and the skin was broken in places. My first instinct was to ask him if he was hit by a car, but I knew better. And then I saw a few deep red squares that made me sick. The belt buckle.
“Jesus,” I breathed, before I could stop myself. I reeled back horrified. I’ve never seen anyone hurt this badly. I tried not to overreact – I had a feeling he would just run if I did. I suppressed my rising panic and closed my eyes for a second. It didn’t help much, the image already burned behind my eyelids. “I’m gonna clean it up, is that okay?” I asked, full of hesitation. I wasn’t sure how to even approach this without making him upset or ashamed. He was in a very vulnerable position, which could trigger his fight or flight response.
He didn’t reply, but he did give me a quick nod.
Feeling slightly relieved, I took out a cloth, dampened it and gently pressed it against his skin, trying to clean the dried blood away to see the wounds clearly. He flinched, but stayed quiet. I had to resist the urge to just take my hand away, so that I wouldn’t cause him any more pain, but this had to be done.
I drenched a gauze in an antiseptic and with a light hand started to disinfect the injuries. That did get a hiss and a muted fuck out of him, which I tried my hardest to ignore. Looking at his massacred back up close was making me lightheaded.
How could someone do this to another person? To their own kid?
The shame I felt was shattering. I knew. I knew this whole time and I failed him. My mind was cruel enough to make me feel like I was the one holding the belt.
I tried to be quick with the antiseptic, because his body felt like a tightly wound up string, ready to snap at any moment. I looked at the pile of bloodied gauzes and felt nauseous.
I took a few clean ones and covered the wounds, and then secured them with some medical tape. It looked a bit ridiculous and not professional at all, but the aesthetics didn’t matter right now. After I was done, Billy didn’t say anything. He wasn’t really moving either. I could only imagine what was going through his head right now.
I sat down in front of him to check how he was doing and I was met with a very hard image to take. He wasn’t crying. His head was hanging low and he was staring at the floor. His eyes were eerily hollow. Emotionless. There was no dramatic reaction, no sobbing, no fighting. Just acceptance.
I put away the first aid kit and cleaned up the used supplies.
‘Any cracked ribs?’ I asked standing awkwardly next to him. He shook his head without looking at me.
I was conflicted. I didn’t feel like I had the right to act like his friend now, but leaving him alone was not even an option. I looked at him sitting there. His body wasn’t as muscular as it used to be, he looked thinner. When he was hunched over like that, his skin stretched over his ribs grotesquely. He seemed to be a shell of the Hawkins High king he once was. All of his friends who used to worship him left the town. He was alone.
I put the kettle on and prepared some hot tea to warm him up. He didn’t even move, didn’t speak. He was lost in thought. I put two mugs on the table and sat down in front of him.
I wasn’t certain if I should say anything, but when I looked at him my heart broke. I saw my hand reach out involuntarily and cover his. It was cold. His head snapped up and he looked at me surprised.
‘I… I’m sorry, Billy. I’m sorry for what I did.’
He seemed confused. ‘What did you do?’
‘I pretended like I didn’t see it. I acted like I didn’t know.’
He looked down again and shook his head. ‘It’s not your job to help. I manage on my own.’
I squeezed his hand lightly.
‘I know we’re not friends, but… I don’t want you to be on your own anymore. If you let me, I’ll be there for you. With you.’
The look he gave me was indescribable. His brows were drawn gently like he didn’t quite understand what I was saying.  The feeling of support was so alien to Billy he wasn’t sure how to react. I wanted him to know that if he shared this burden, it would get a bit lighter. He didn’t have carry it alone anymore.
He didn’t sob or open up immediately. He did not pour his feelings out to me. He sat there quietly for a long time, but I could see that there was no anger or fear darkening his beautiful face anymore. He was weighing his options, thinking carefully about the secret he has kept for so long. He was now forced to confront it, to look this monster in the eye and call it by its name. He had to acknowledge his pain, really feel it instead of burying it deep under his skin.
The yellow overhead light in my kitchen betrayed Billy and I caught the glimpse of how glassy his eyes were. He didn’t let the tears fall. He didn’t even let his voice break.
All he said was: ‘Okay.’
And I knew he was ready to let me in.
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mindfogs · 4 months ago
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i think my body knew it once was soup and will forever want to go back to it
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juergenklopp · 11 months ago
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@bryson_stott10 via Instagram Stories (December 28, 2023)
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ari-the-arotistic · 4 months ago
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Ok hear me out
Tony x Loki x Mobius
HERE ME OUT-
You can't tell me FrostIron and Lokius aren't the same ship in different fonts. A short, witty, sarcastic man with no real powers, but is still a very important member of their group because of the technology they use(Ironman suit/Tempad), and is obsessed with their work, take a chance on Loki because they think there's more to him then just being the God of Mischief? Hello??? They both dress similarly, they have similar attitudes, they both have canon children, they have similar views on how to keep people safe, Mobius likes jet skis, Tony likes cars/motorcycles, DO YOU SEE THE VISION??? THEY ARE THE SAME PERSON IN DIFFERENT FONTS
Loki has a type
He also has two hands
Thank you for coming to my ted talk
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behestofheaven · 7 months ago
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I think we should all dress like 16th century aristocrats. The world would be such a better place if we all looked equally ridiculous in our ginormous fucking bloomers and heels
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brownhairedbookworm · 10 months ago
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I GOT THE GREEN LIGHT HERE WE GO, WOMEN'S WRONGS
SPEAKING OF BAD TASTE IN MEN AND PREGNANCY-
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bluepeachstudios · 2 years ago
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I did this under threat of the discord chat and my mother who puts up with my TMNT obsession.
This is certainly not the content anyone wanted, but. Y'know. Cowboy AU.
All four turtles are yellow-bellied sliders. I could talk more about the horse but. I won't make you all listen to my horse rants.
Just know that I could, and that I have spared you.
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ipegchangbin · 2 years ago
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can we get a ranking of who has the most rizz in skz 🙏
this could be crack, this could be serious, but these are my beliefs! /j
skz most to least — rizz ranking
BEST RIZZ IN THE GAME
hyunjin - hes the motherfucking charmer. he was born from eros, he is the entire essence of romance on legs, flirting is second nature to his pretty ass. dont even try, hell get you through the night himself.
jeongin - infinite rizz and you know it. the flirting has gone south? hed smile and let you swoon all over again. he knows what hes doing. just because hes the youngest doesnt mean he isnt the best.
changbin - its one thing to fall for this guy, its another thing to make your mom like him too. hes silly, hes unserious, but he was also born with the intent of making nobody pass the bechdel test.
felix - were you endeared by his cute smiles? or in heat by his insane voice? whatever he does, you cant help but keep watching. give this man his cheese, hes been yelling through puppy eyes to make him his.
seungmin - not that hes mid, he just isnt much of a flirt: but not to get you delulu or anything, hes watched enough romance dramas to perfect the lets-small-talk-in-the-corner-of-this-crazy-place scene.
bang chan - his rizz relies on his appeal as the hot nerd who laughs nervously at everything. hes stressed and trying his best, when he flirts hes a bit of a mess, but with those corny pick-up lines? dont expect less! (barss)
jisung - “miss, do you have a boyfriend?” i could leave it at that tbh. he can get through some flirting by telling himself icandothis icandothis first, but it all breaks when he sees you. adorable stuttering mess.
minho - someone tell this man that intimidation tactics do NOT equal flirting. he is a romantic when youre established, and he can flirt when youre engaged, but dont expect a scorpio man to let himself loose first.
WEAKSHIT
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futurechancer · 4 months ago
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i feel sick
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theineated · 1 year ago
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The best job for a vampire is pizza deliverer. He just gets to go into every house because who wouldn't open the door for pizza. Then he asks for a tip. the tip of his fangs on your throat.
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queerestqueertoeverqueer · 2 years ago
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making this was the only natural reaction to this conversation with @thirteens-pocket-watch, no?
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albaqae · 10 months ago
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Other social media can be so boring cause I see a post I like and wdym I can’t make the heart explode??? Wdym I can reblog and add an audacious comment???? Where are the silly novel-length rant why is everyone saying who asked????? WHY DONT YOU LET ME SHINE.
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