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solmesia · 1 year ago
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i bought it ∠(ÒωÓ๑ゝ∠)_
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attic-saltsz · 1 month ago
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Wout: if you took a shot for every you've made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?
Jonas: maybe a bit tipsy
Mathieu: drunk
Remco: wasted
Tadej: dead
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edgyphaze4everr · 7 days ago
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A drawing for a friend < 3
@aireezerb
One day we will go fishing together :)
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turtlebra1nrot · 1 year ago
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I know everyone assumes that Johnathon/Spot hasn't had many intimate relationships since he's just too silly for that. But I feel like back during his years in highschool and college, he actually had a lot of partners, more than considered normal for a geek. I think at some point after getting accepted to work at Alchemax he just pushed relationships aside so he could focus on his future and kind of isolated himself.
I post this to say that Dr. Johnathon Ohnn does, in fact, have rizz.
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EDIT: his type is def alt and goth 🙏
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mellxncollie · 6 months ago
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Brad and Hunter | Dead Boy Detectives 1.05
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sotvtaughtmehowtofeel · 2 years ago
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This is a collab with @tlouobsessed. We wrote it together (we cried in our DMs about how Joel is so good with kids and pieced together this scene).
Tommy walked back and forth, bouncing the crying baby. He threw a desperate look at Joel, who smiled and held out his arms. Tommy handed the baby over. Joel tucked her into his chest, shushing and bouncing her gently. She stopped crying immediately.
“How!” Tommy mouthed, his face incredulous and just shy of annoyed.
Joel grinned cockily at him, then nodded toward the stairwell, whispering, “Go take a nap.”
Tommy rubbed his eyes, nodding, and headed upstairs. Joel walked over to spread out on the couch, laying the baby down on his chest.
The door opened, and he was already shushing when Ellie came into the room. She kicked off her shoes, heading toward him on the couch. He looked down at the baby, who had closed her eyes, then back at her. She motioned with her hands for him to scoot over. He tried to, and she somehow found space to cuddle up next to him on the couch too. He readjusted the baby, holding her against his chest with one hand, wrapping his other arm around Ellie as she laid her head on his chest as well. She wrapped an arm across his stomach, poking a couple loving scratches at the baby’s back with one hand and taking Joel’s free hand with the other. She started to trace small circles over his thumb. Leaning his head toward hers, he rested his cheek on her head. The baby was asleep now, eyes closed and little mouth open with her cheek against Joel’s chest. He smiled down at her. She was still so tiny. And she still looked so much like Sarah, even though she was starting to develop distinct features. He sighed. Lying there with his babygirls. Ellie’s thumb slowed its patterns on his until they stopped. Joel glanced down at her, confirming that she was asleep too. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes to relish the warmth of his niece and his babygirl against him.
Joel woke up when someone kicked his foot. He jumped slightly, opening his eyes to see Tommy. He looked mildly annoyed, but his eyes were wet.
“How could you fall asleep, Joel?” Tommy whispered.
Joel looked down at the baby and Ellie, both sleeping peacefully. “What was I supposed to do? Move?!”
“Come on, hand her to me, I’ll put her down for the night,” Tommy reached out.
Joel looked back and forth between the baby and Ellie. He wasn’t going to pull his hand away from Ellie to pick up the baby and probably wake her up too. “They’re ok.”
“Joel.” Tommy leaned down, gently lifting the baby, shushing her when she started to fuss. He tucked her into his chest, and she calmed down, going right back to sleep. He nodded at Ellie. “I can come back down and help you get her up to bed too.”
Joel looked down at her. She looked so content. “Nah,” he said softly, kissing her forehead, “we can sleep down here tonight.”
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rainypebble07 · 1 year ago
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Okay… like, do you see the vision? He’s a pirate. And he’s great at it and has a silly funny crew and it’s really fun. Bare with me here.
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transtronic · 2 years ago
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Obsessed with this vintage frog plush I got for a quarter at the thrift store
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His name is Herbert
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glacierruler · 1 year ago
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Little Press Release
So, I've got a story for the @tss-storytime big bang that's happening. It'll be released August 15th, and it's my biggest story yet.
The title of the story is called Evil and its Many Forms
Feel free to send in questions, and I will release one screenshot of a line. (It's nothing that will spoil anything other than like, a nickname.)
Pairings: anaroceit
Possible pairings: intrulogicality
CWs as of now are: fantasy racism, murder, death, killing, arson, theft, abuse, body horror, transphobia, misgendering, toxic friendship, torture, neglect/talk of neglectful parenting, abuse/talk of abusive parenting, deadnaming, medication mention, accidental overdose mention
Feel free to ask questions, I'll give out answers as best I can without spoiling the story!
Doing this cause I saw that @typically-untypical was doing one and I thought it was cool.
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mohelconvention · 11 months ago
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Quick somebody give me a picture of a frog wearing a kippah
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bluebugjay · 2 years ago
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when byler start dating Mike starts to notice some of his clothes are going missing and not just the long-sleeved, cosy ones Will likes to steal borrow but also some in the short-sleeved, button-up, yellow shirt variety but he doesn't think much of it because they're probably lost in the wash or have fallen off the hanger in his wardrobe or something.
Until one day when he's at the Byers' house, impatiently waiting for Will to come back to his room with snacks, he spies yellow fabric balled up on the floor behind a stack of books. So he goes to snoop investigate, and finds every one of his missing yellow button-up shirts tossed in a hidden pile. Which is weird, not because Will has some of Mike's clothes stashed in his room, that's expected but because they're crumpled and creased and quite clearly have been thrown to the floor with very little care. Anytime Mike has asked for one of the stolen items of clothing back in the past they've always been returned neatly folded and smelling of the washing powder Joyce has been using for over a decade and that one time Will spilled almost an entire bowl of soup down one of Mike's favourite sweaters he said sorry so many times Mike had to tell him to stop.
So... what the hell? And it's just at that moment Will re-enters, a share bag of Reese's pieces in one hand, two bottles of Sprite in the other and a smile on his face that drops the second he sees Mike knelt incriminatingly beside the pile of yellow shirts. Awkward silence looms until Mike decides to break it,
"Care to explain?"
To which he's immediately answered with, "They're cursed!"
And that's when Mike learns about the yellow button-up curse, as Will calls it, and how during each of their big fights Mike was wearing one of the dreaded shirts. Mike finds the coincidence funny at first until he sees Will perfectly serious face in response. So Mike explains that him acting stupid wasn't the shirts fault, it was his and that he never wants to be such an idiot again and he promises he won't, curse or no curse. And Will looks touched for all of 10 seconds until he says,
"I still think we should burn them anyway. Just incase."
"We are not burning my shirts!"
"It's the only way to get rid of the curse!"
"There is no curse!"
But Will's already snatched up the evil yellow button-ups and is running out of the room giving Mike the only option but to chase after him in a race that turns into a tug-of-war that turns into a kiss littered with giggles.
"I am gonna burn your shirts."
"I would love to see you try."
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easypeasylindyvesey · 6 months ago
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hi guys
for anyone that’s read my fic, i would like to say this now & formally apologize for the fact that i wrote jimmy to be the biggest absolute asshole toward the end of the next section. so bring the popcorn.
ok that’s it let’s go slay game 5!
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maelorderbride · 28 days ago
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i love complaining about not having a boyfriend and then barely leave my house and become on edge whenever a man is in my vicinity and refuse to like anybody on dating apps and act as offputting in public as possible on purpose and hate flirting with people and talk about 2 old guys im clearly very attracted to at every waking moment
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sacred-pro-fiction · 1 year ago
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Hobie Brown would 100% support bi/pan and transmasc lesbians jsyk
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skylarkblue · 4 months ago
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i've stayed up all/most of the night every night this week watching gymnastics. i'm so tired. but i am also...so happy. this sport brings me joy. watching these men and women succeed brings me joy. learning new terms, learning how points are added and deducted, learning about the athletes' mental health...it all brings me joy. my facebook saved folder is all gymnastics. my bookmarks have a specific folder for gymnastics. there's a shelf on the bookcase in my bedroom dedicated to gymnastics biographies and books.
everything, for me, right now...is gymnastics.
and i'm so happy.
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nando161mando · 4 months ago
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Liberals, this is the best way to secure a victory, I guarantee it
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