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holly-fixation · 8 months ago
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I don't know why I thought this was funny but:
Over saturated hallway ✅️
Filled with Black Robes ✅️
And captioned ✅️
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drawbauchery · 1 year ago
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amostexcellentblog · 1 year ago
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Later that night at the Hard Deck:
Rooster: Oh My God! THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A MISERABLE PIECE OF SHI... *Realization dawning*
Hangman: Bradshaw? Are you faking a fucking stroke because you can't think of a decent comeback?
Rooster: *Suddenly noticing how his blonde hair seems to glow when it catches the light and the way his eyes sparkle when he's excited* ...Awww crap. *Turns and runs out the door*
Hangman: HEY! GET BACK HERE! I STILL HAVE 5 NEW INSULTS TO USE! INCLUDING TWO ABOUT YOUR MUSTACHE AND ONE ABOUT YOUR SHIRTS... Damn, well there go my Friday night plans. *Turns back to the Daggers* Rude!
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bookwyrminspiration · 1 year ago
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do you think they have elven booktok. it has to be bad also
pov its 2am and you scrolled one post too far on elftok
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im-an-anthusiast · 3 months ago
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Lights
Lights light up – my computer's screen
Lights, with them, everything is seen
Lights light up – every single scene
Lights, on them, I can always lean
Lights blind me, with brilliance
Lights, fractured into millions
Lights, breaking in all directions
Up till midnight, yours or mine
Go to sleep, please, for me it's nine!
"When you wake up, I will be here"
Go to sleep, please – meet at your nine?
Up till midnight, till we're fine
Lights, shining in all directions
Lights, unbroken, yet in billions
Lights blind me, with your brilliance
Lights, on me, you can always lean
Lights light up – everything you're in
Lights, with you, everyone is seen
Lights light up – my face; my dear kin
LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO THE EVER-SHINING @the-lights-are-loud
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ask-the-crimson-king · 8 months ago
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The night is cold, and he is tired.
Firelight flickers and dances upon the walls. Quiet conversations are murmured somewhere in the distance. Laughter accompanies it, sometimes.
The night is cold, and he is tired.
The feeling of soft linens brings a measure of comfort. It rustles gently as he moves.
The night is cold, and he is tired.
Light dims. Starlight paints an infinite sky. Ink spills and bleeds on blank parchment. Words dance across its pages, continuing a march that had started hours ago.
The night is cold, and he is tired.
No more words are said. No more memories to be laughing over. Cold overtakes warmth.
The night is cold, and he is tired.
The words have long since stopped being written. The pages are dry, crackling as a great tome is closed.
The night is cold, and he is tired.
And he draws up the feathers around him, fashions himself a bed.
The night is cold, and he is tired, and so he sleeps.
He dreams.
The night is cold, and he is tired.
So he dreams of what the dawn may bring.
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skyward-floored · 7 months ago
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I wrote another little scene with IAU Twi and the glasses, I need to be stopped
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worldsworstfemale · 8 months ago
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holy shit i wanna change my major
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superfruitland · 1 year ago
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okay okay okay i was gonna start doing the requests but i had a fleeting thought
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yaldabaothadeez · 1 year ago
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babydxhl · 2 years ago
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[concern for others sentence starters] "i'll take care of it."
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concern for others sentence starters | still accepting.
The rough scrub at her face succeeds only in sending a horror film slash of blood from her nose to the curve of her cheek, the heel of her palm slick. The split second fumble with her lighter gives her enough time to think — your hands are shaking — before nicotine floods her lungs.
The dead man between them is already going cold. Her gun on the cement is a dull shape amid the rainbow soap-smear of oil, rainwater, gutter-muck native to Gotham's alleyways.
"He hit me first," she says, voice steady, then sniffs once, feeling copper run thick in the back of her throat. Not a person, really, but a cop, out for blood and a bonus in the middle of the night. Mary Dahl takes a few steps back. The tiny glow of her cigarette trails smoke into the freezing air.
"It'll all have to disappear."
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wickedwitchofthesouth · 11 months ago
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The blender:
I sit here perched up on your countertop collecting dust.
Red and silver and black and blue all at once just to admire. I've been loud and clear, but you haven't heard me in a while.
How beautiful my song used to be
Strawberries, blueberries, mangos, and pineapples. Milk and honey, chocolate and caramel, oh how we used to sing togther.
But it's been two weeks since our last duet. Here on the countertop collecting dust
You promised every day, and i believed we could do it.
Sing and drink and run from ruin
Now all I do is sit here and let my silver blades rust.
Here on the countertop, forgotten, I stop.
Here on your countertop.
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slut4converse · 2 months ago
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i think the illegal aliens in jails should be given transgender operations. As a treat.
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averysmolkirbo · 3 months ago
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IDEA THAT STRUCK ME AND THUS I MUST WRITE IT DOWN NOW BEFORE I FORGOR
REGIONAL APPLIN FORMS FOR DIFFERENT TYPES WITH DIFFERENT FRUITS ITS INSIDE OF
LIKE ELECTRIC TYPE LEMON APPLIN
LEMONLIN!!!
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siren--squid · 3 months ago
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you literslly reblogged the coral post FROM ME and i didnt realise, until just now that "current events" is a pun. i just thought it was a statement. like yeah why wouldnt the coral be stressed ahout politics in 2024
LMFAOSFDGVGFDS
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delcat177 · 2 years ago
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The Sunday Grunk! The Sunday Grunk!
It loves when folks have thought and thunk
When drink and hygiene are eschewed
YOU'LL be the one the Grunk has chewed!
So listen, children, listen well
To avoid a Grunkish spell
Behold this potion!
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That's the trick!
Water makes old Grunkies sick!
So quick with the water, quick with the soap
And that bad old Grunk will be out on a rope!
But that's just part of the magic spell
Your brainy-box must be washed as well!
So think about beetle-bongs in the trees larking
Imagine fine grizzlick couples parking
Sing up a song of pattles and snood
To soap away that grimy mood
Til all at once, finished, you cry out "I'm done!
Poo-poo to the Grunk!
I'm off to have fun!"
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yeah that's fair
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