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roadkill111 · 9 months ago
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”you’re hesitating, love.”
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kiyoce · 1 month ago
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helppPAGABQNAGANSMSBABG 😭😭😭😭😭😭
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aryomengrande · 4 months ago
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PAUSE 2NE1 IS COMING BACK
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autumnalmess · 6 months ago
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Someone pointed out how Arlecchino is in many official arts where her children are in and I wanna cry.
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swiftmitsu · 8 months ago
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I've been told by a certain MellyBabbles you deserve a badge >:3
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WHA—
I.
WHAT.
GUYS.
YOU TWO.
EXCUSEE MEEE?!!💥💥💥💥💥
I CANT EVEN. PROCESS.?!!?!):&:@&3&28
THANK YOU????? SO MUCH???!!,!:$2
THIS IS TOO GENEROUS IM SHAKING THE BOTH YOU WITH SUCH AFFECTION💥💥💞💞💞💥💥💞💞💞💞💞
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spidey-official · 7 months ago
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Where's the hyphen in the tags?
DONT REMIND ME 😭😭😭😭😭
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ashiemochi · 8 months ago
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me showing up to the tech repair for the 4th time bc my laptop's fucking up again and now I cant use my drawing tablet to work on anything
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ifwfrankocean · 8 months ago
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PLEASE THE WAY HE SAYS “ur my fucking girl”
UUUUUUGGH😛😛.
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s0lairee · 1 month ago
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HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT
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eaglespreciouswatch · 11 months ago
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I JUST NOTICED SHES HOLDING HER DAD'S PORTRAIT???????
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malarkgirlypop · 1 year ago
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MEDIC! Part 14 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)
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I am so sorry.
This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.
“Jesus Christ.” I muttered as we finally arrived back at our old site. The jovial banter had quickly died after we returned. I looked around, the tall trees that once loomed over the foxholes, now stood splintered in half, branches and limbs of the pine trees laid scattered all over the ground. Now I understand the saying, ‘looks like a bombs gone off’, the place was a whole mess. 
“Well at least it will make it easier to build up the covers on the foxholes.” Skip mused, kicking the debris as we walked. I hummed in agreement. 
We were back looking out across the field at Foy. The thought of the enemy only being so far away sent shivers up my spine. You could see them moving around like little ants, scurrying from one house to the other. They were getting ready. Did they know we had moved back in? I had hoped not. Maybe they could leave us in peace for a while, and make it easy. But who was I kidding, this was not going to be easy in the slightest, taking hold of Foy was going to be a mission. An even harder mission at that with stupid Dike leading us. God if anything happens please let Dike be injured. It was cruel of me to think that, but I needed my boys alive. 
I drag tree limbs back to the foxhole we had claimed, throwing them down onto the front of the hole. I roll my aching shoulders, wiping the sweat from my brow. Don comes up from behind me throwing more branches down onto the pile. 
“What, are you tired?” He teases, as I stretch my arms. I crack my knuckles on each hand in response. “Oh, ew!” He cringes at the noise. 
“Oh you’re gonna love this then. Listen.” Even though he hates the sound he pauses and listens. I twist my back, keeping my feet in place, the joints popping up my spine. 
“Oh, Em what is wrong with you?” Don crinkles up his nose in disgust at the noise. I laugh. 
“I���m creaky!” I shrug, still smiling at him. 
“Creepy more like.” Don pokes me in the stomach, I fend him off, pretending to be offended. 
“Alright lover birds get a room.” Skip says as he approaches, dragging more sticks for us to put on the cover.  
“We do! We just have to share it with two wombles!” Don and I turn our assault onto Skip, poking him in the sides. He yelps trying to get away, Don and I cackle mischievously. Alex comes up seeing the chaos and decides to join in, attacking Skip as well. Skip falls to the floor, red in the face and out of breath. We finally let him go, stepping back to enjoy our handiwork. 
“Ok, note to self, don’t pick on Em and Don when they are together.” We chuckle as Don pulls him back to his feet. We get back to our task of getting more branches to build up the foxholes.       
I walk slowly back to the hole, trying my best not to fall over, I can’t see due to the high stack of sticks that Alex had placed in my arms. When a faint boom sounds from behind me, then another and another. My mind is slow to process the noise as I walk. It’s not until Lip screams that my brain finally clicks. I drop my sticks, frantically looking for the closest foxhole to shelter in, before the inevitable happens. Before I can find a foxhole the first shell hits. My adrenaline is already coursing through my veins, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, along with the yells of the men calling to take cover. The shell rocks the earth beneath my feet, I stumble moving forward. My eyes dart around looking for somewhere to hide. 
“EM!” I hear over the explosions, I look around. Don’s head pokes out of a hole, his face urging me to get a move on. I sprint towards it, diving in. We curl into tight balls, protecting our heads and necks as shells rain down around us. Dirt and debris spray over us with each hit. Even with all the noise my ears still listen for anyone calling for a medic. The heat from the shells were intense, the blow of hot air on our skin wasn’t a welcome feeling even in the cold. The shelling stopped just as abruptly as it had started. We unfurled ourselves from tight holds, peeking our heads over the sides of the hole to assess the scene in front of us. I didn’t even notice until it had stopped that Bill was in the same hole as Malarkey and I. From the deafening booms to the eerie silence afterwards it put me on edge. I was waiting for a call to go and help. I strained my ears listening, but they still rang from the events prior. 
“Maybe we should see if anybody’s hit.” Don said. 
“Yeah, Malark, that’s what they want.” Bill replied back, affirming it wasn’t a good idea to leave the holes we sheltered in just yet. “The Krauts are trying to draw us out in the open.” 
We waited and listened. But it was still. We couldn’t see much in front of us either, the smoke from the shells still hadn’t cleared, giving us poor visibility.
“I need help!” The shout was distant, but the three of us in the hole turned our heads in the direction the voice came from. 
“You hear that?” Don asked. I nodded, not taking my eyes off the place where I heard the voice. The cries growing louder. 
“Is that Joe?” Bill asked, we listened again to the voice. 
“Yeah, I think that’s Joe.” Don confirmed. I moved to get out, but Bill and Malarkey quickly stopped me.     
“Bill, he needs help!” I looked at the man, he had a firmer grip on me than Don. 
“Stay!” He ordered, getting out of the hole himself. 
“But Bill!” I protested, he turned around shaking his head. I huffed. My stomach churned, I chewed on the inside of my lip, trying to see where Bill went.        
My heart lurched into my throat when I heard the sound of more shells being fired. 
“Bill’s still out there.” I yelled at Malarkey, who pulled me down further into the foxhole. I hadn’t realised it but I had stood up when I heard the noise, straining my eyes to see if I could spot the pair. 
“Get down!” Don and I lay on the floor of the hole. I flinched with each boom. Tears welled in my eyes. Please be safe. I chanted in my head.
“MEDIC!” I was quick to my feet, scrambling out of the hole. But Don was faster, grabbing me by my waist and throwing me back into the hole. 
“They need help!” We yelled at the same time. “Are you crazy Em!”  
Shells still blasted around us. I was begging them to stop, so I could go to the men who needed help. I needed to find Bill and Joe and make sure they were ok. It ceased finally. 
“MEDIC!” I looked at Don, ensuring he wasn’t going to drag me back in the hole again this time. He nodded, letting me know he was ok with me leaving. I was up on my feet in seconds, sprinting through the forest, leaping over fallen trees. 
I got to the scene first. I was horrified. Both Bill and Joe lay on the ground surrounded in blood. But they were still breathing. I took in each man, assessing their injuries. Joe’s leg was gone from the knee down, while Bill’s leg barely clung on by muscles and tendons. 
“GENE!” I screamed for the other medic, I needed all the help I could get. Gene was quick to arrive, crouching down by my side as I tourniqueted Joe’s leg. I have given him a syrette of morphine but he still grimaced in pain while I was helping him. I let Gene take over from me, moving to help Bill. I also gave him morphine for the pain. He put on a brave face. I cut the blood flow off from his wounded leg, I don’t think we will be able to save it in its condition. I would rather him lose the leg than bleed out on me. 
“Doc what can I do?” I heard Don say from behind me, as he helped Gene. Joe was groaning in pain. I turned my attention back onto Bill. 
“How’s the pain?” I asked, looking over his body for any other injuries. 
“Fine Em.” He gritted through his teeth, always so stubborn Bill, he didn’t want to admit he was in pain.  
“Bill, you’re going first ok.” I said as the men arrived with the stretcher to take him back to the aid station. 
“Whatever you say, Darling.” Bill gave me a tight lipped smile. 
The men moved him onto the stretcher, Bill crying out in agony as they did so. I winced at the noise. 
“Don’t look so worried Emmy.” Bill reached out brushing his hand over my face, smoothing out the creases of concern between my brows. I took his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze, letting him go as the men carried him away. 
“Hey, Joe, I told you I’d beat you back to the states.” Bill says as he is carted away. I help Gene with Joe’s leg as we wait for the other medics to come and retrieve him. I pack the stump of his leg with dressings before covering it. Don sits with him holding his hand, as we work.  
I hear the conversation between Luz and Lip. Lipton asks about Buck. He didn’t look in good shape when I had arrived, he had seen the whole thing. He looked distraught. As soon as he saw me and knew that the men were being treated he left. He didn’t utter a word to me, or offer to help. It was like he was sleepwalking as he trudged away. I hadn’t seen him since. So to hear Luz tell Lip that he was fine, I didn’t believe him. My mind went back to the conversation that Babe and Bill had prior about the Lieutenant, Babe was right he was wound up like a spring waiting to explode. I’m sure what he had witnessed sent him over the edge. Buck was indeed not fine. I glanced over my shoulder. I could make him out, sitting on a fallen tree, head in his hands. He looked broken.  
The other men arrive soon after with another stretcher to take Joe away. They took Buck with them as well. We had said he needed to go back to the aid station due to a bad case of trench foot. But we all knew the man had reached his breaking point, war was no good for him anymore. It would kill him to stay, we knew that. No one said anything, but we knew. Don often went to the aid station to visit him, when he would come back he looked defeated. He told me that Buck wasn’t the same, he didn’t want his letters read to him, he didn’t say anything, just lay in his bed looking up at the roof. Don tried his best to help and care for his friend, but he was too far gone. The best thing for Buck Comptant was to go home and be with his family. Away from the horrors of war. But it was a hard thing to escape once it was etched into your mind. I just wished for the best for the kind man. I hoped that going home he would be able to recover again to the best of his ability.       
We huddle round in a circle as George tells his stories. One of the best parts of the night, listening to the outlandish stories from Luz. 
“You fellas know I got no reason to  bullshit you, right?” Luz says, as we chuckle. 
“Yeah, right.” Skip says sarcastically, as we all chuckle. 
“Look, I’m not gonna bullshit you. This is what I saw. It was so unbelievable, you might not believe me. So you-know-who comes running up to Lipton. He’s got no helmet, no gear, no nothing.” Luz tells us. “Ah, 1st Sergeant Lipton, you organise things here, and I’m gonna go for…help.” Luz mimics Dike’s voice. We all laugh. I’m shocked but not surprised. Of course he would fucking dip when we were getting hit. God help us for when we have to go into Foy. “I need to go polish my oak leaf clusters.” I was never not impressed with George’s talent to mimic people, he’s so good at it. I hear someone clearing their throat, we all straighten as we look behind George to find Lip. Like being caught by a teacher doing something naughty. We all know that Lip doesn’t like us to bad mouth Dike, he says it brings down morale and it’s not helpful. It’s true but you gotta rant sometimes especially about Dike. I grin at the man as he gets called away by Lip. 
“Alright fellas, Em.” Luz looks sheepish as he turns to go talk to Lip. 
“Goodnight, goodnight all.” Don says as he makes his way back to the foxhole to get some shut eye.
"Night fellas. Night Em." Skip says to me as Alex and Skip leave to their own hole.
"Night you two, see you in the morning." I grin at the pair as they wave goodbye.
I stayed back, wanting to talk to Lip after he had spoken to Luz.
“I’ll meet you back at the hole.” I tell Don, he nods leaving me by myself. I watch Luz and Lip walk away from each other. I say goodnight to George as he passes me. I follow after Lip, I walk about two steps before I am knocked off my feet. I fall back onto the snow, dazed by the blast. The trees around me explode with a blinding light. I get to my feet. Only to fall again. I crawl forward as the shells explode around me, Skip and Penkala are just ahead yelling at me to move faster to get to them. I shuffle forward, every time I stand another shell hits the ground near me knocking me off balance. Everything moves in slow motion, I look to the boys who scream for me, ushering me forward with their arms. I am almost there, almost safe in their foxhole. A blinding light hits their hole, the boys basically disintegrate in front of my eyes. A gasp leaves my lips, before my brain can process what I just witnessed. The hole, now a crater, is empty and the men residing in it have disappeared. A strangled scream leaves my lips. I sob. I cry out in agony. Tears blurring my vision. I can’t stop screaming. My blood curdling screams fill the air along with the deafening blows. I lie in the snow, shells still hitting the floor I lay on, as I howl, I can barely breath. I have to get up. I force myself to stand, tears streaming down my face. I run, I don’t even know where I am going. I get up, I fall again. I crash to the ground in front of a foxhole watching the soldier stand. It's Lipton, he grabs me by my clothes hauling me into the hole with him. I can’t stop sobbing. I bawl as Lipton holds me to him. 
“Muck and Penkala!” I cry, “They’re gone!” My brain can’t even function or process what I have seen.  
A shell hits close by the blast hitting us and sending shrapnel flying in our direction as we grunt bracing the impact. Lipton groans out in pain. We cover our heads as we sit in the hole, when the shells sound less we lift our heads. A bomb lands beside us, I gasp, waiting to be blown to pieces, but it never comes. The shell lying beside us doesn’t go off. I feel like I am going to throw up. I pull out the cigarette that Malarkey gave me earlier when I had beaten him in cards, lighting it. I inhale the foul tasting smoke letting it burn my throat and lungs, Lipton takes the smoke off me inhaling deeply as well, “I thought you didn’t smoke?” I say to Lip. 
“I don’t, but I could say the same for you.” He looks over at my tear streaked face, I take a shaky breath as Lip slowly puffs on the cigarette.
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just-another-cynic · 2 months ago
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the wisdom saga was something else. I listened to it this morning because the livestream was at 4 am for me, but...that's some deep shit.
like why the fuck was god games so sad? love in paradise? THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY SONGS!
EXPLAIN MR JALEPENO.
believe me when i say i was crying listening to those two.
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hylorien · 11 months ago
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This Leo movie is so good 🥹
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powderflower · 4 months ago
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hey! you’re not weird for that. we are all different and handle things differently; especially things like that. it’s okay to want to forget it and it’s okay to want to just not think about it. it’s okay to want to just put it behind you and not think of yourself like that. just bcuz you write that kinda stuff doesn’t mean that you’re weird. we all just handle things differently and we’re all different.
you’re valid and your feelings are valid. the way you feel is so valid. you’re here, you’re loved by many, and you have a special place on this earth. you’re awesome, flower. never let someone tell you different ✨😌.
ANON IM CRYING THIS IS SO SWEET AND I LOVE YOU
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karioke13 · 6 months ago
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The last episode of Friends came out 20 years ago
Thor came out 13 years go
Nobody talk to me 😭
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