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tetotetonightfever · 2 years ago
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n30draws · 1 year ago
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You make my crooked heart do freaky little flips💘
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fakesorbet · 5 months ago
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The Bad Kids + Summer drinks
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kral-adams · 1 month ago
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Steak Dinner 🥩
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royalarchivist · 2 years ago
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Luzu: Yeah, you know, I told people that I would happily make some dictionaries so that you guys have expressions to use, like you can have a book in your inventory that you open to have like basic Spanish stuff, I'm gonna mess his one, like his -
Phil: Oh yes, please.
Luzu: - book up, and I'm gonna make all like, have no meaning.
Phil: Please give him like, a - a silly book, a - give him a silly one.
Luzu: Yeah. How do I pronounce his name, Wilbur, or Wilb? Or Wil?
Phil: You got it right the first time! Yup, it's Wilbur.
Luzu: Oh yeah? Alright.
Phil: Yup yup! Or just Wil. Either - either works.
Luzu: I wanna have to find a way to, yeah, have a cold revenge. Like, he - he may be laughing today, and, "heehee, haha!" we did like this small joke, and in 20 days I'm gonna destroy everything that he loves in this server.
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humhowellujah · 10 months ago
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i'm drunk off two lavender martinis what the fuck do you MEAN dan and phil went on a step by step recreation of their japan trip as a part of a HONEYMOON episode for their sims. be so fr rn be so serious please. dan howell you have 4 minutes to respond . phil, keep it up babygirl. lavender martini recipe in the tags
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shima-draws · 1 year ago
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Carmine: Kiki’s been acting REAL weird since he got back
Carmine: He trains nonstop, barely even sleeps…
Carmine: He even beat Drayton and took his position as the BB League Champion
Carmine: I’m actually kind of afraid to interact with him now, I mean look at how awfully he treats other trainers that he sees as “weak”
Carmine: Oh but I’m sure it’s just a phase!
Me:
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fuckyeahchinesefashion · 4 months ago
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good news: op gets unblocked. bad news: op keeps fighting with horny hunters (previous post here)
[context: op is a shop keeper livestreaming on douyin and selling laser engraved key chain to fandoms. viewers are sending words they want to customize to op. op will read them as a promo. no obscene or sexually suggestive content is allowed or the livestream will be blocked by douyin. so op is telling everyone not to mess around by sending sensitive sentences. and then]
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swampthingking · 6 months ago
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no way in hell does andrew drink black coffee
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hoofpeet · 8 days ago
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Bunny likes rhubarb liquorice
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This looks SOOOOOOO good ngl ...... i love rhubarb and licorice and I would probably suck down a pound of these no hesitation
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bababonzer · 1 month ago
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Hm yes. This is good for my psyche. Nature is healing.
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beloved-ending · 3 months ago
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female characters shouldn’t have to be a “smart kind pretty queen girlboss” to be liked. let female characters have flaws. let female characters be mean or cowardly or vicious or have a terrible personality. let female characters kill people. let female characters be ugly or have scars or have terrible sense in fashion. let them show weakness and cry. forgive female characters. cry over their trauma and make excuses for their actions. praise female characters for the bare minimum. love female characters even at their worst.
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ryukatters · 3 months ago
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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn!reader
Content: (loosely) based on that phantom parade scene of gojo throwing a fit bc he ate something spicy after going on that treasure hunt thing (I know I’m so late idk if anyone will get that reference anymore), fluff, are they lovers or not? idk you can decide
One distressed phone call has you sprinting from your office to some random alleyway in the middle of the city. You’re nervous to see what could make the Gojo Satoru sound so…afraid?
The grip around your phone tightens as you navigate through the bustling streets of Tokyo. You zoom in on the map, trying to sort out which little lines will take you to Gojo’s live location (which he insisted on sharing with you months ago, on the basis that you did the same.)
It doesn’t take you long to zero in on him.
“What took you so long?” Gojo cries out, “I’ve been dying for the last 15 minutes!”
You scan him for any signs for external injury. But that’s impossible, you think, he’d never let his technique down long enough for that to happen. Internally maybe? Did he ingest poison? Was it starting to affect his brain? You’re not sure what you’d explain to Jujutsu Headquarters if you bring the strongest back to them dead.
“I think this might be the end,” he sniffles. “There’s still so many things I want to do. Like trying that new teppanyaki place in Roppongi. Hey, you think they’re taking reservations right now?”
It’s decided. The only thing wrong with Satoru Gojo is his frivolousness. Maybe what’s wrong with you is that you’re willing to drop everything for him at the simple call of your name.
“Gojo.”
“Satoru,” he chirps.
“Satoru.”
“Yes, my pookie bear?”
You click your teeth in annoyance. “Don’t call me that. What happened?”
“Attempted murder,” Gojo deadpans. Instead of elaborating, he pulls out a piece of candy from his pocket and unwraps it. He proffers the treat to you, slapping your hand away with a frown when you reach for it. “Say ahhh~”
You roll your eyes and sigh. You know him well enough to know he wouldn’t poison you. Knowing Satoru, he probably just got a treat that wasn’t sweet enough for his eccentric tastes. Gojo shoves the candy in your mouth the minute you open it the smallest amount. He waits for your critique, nodding as he says, “Gross, right? Why is it so spicy? I thought my tongue was going to fall off.”
Your eyes light up as the flavors of the curry-flavored candy dance in your mouth. “This is so good! You’re such a baby, Gojo. It’s not even spicy.”
Horror paints Satoru’s face. “It is! My mouth feels like hell. Your tastebuds must be broken or something,” Gojo huffs, crossing his arms petulantly, giving him the appearance of an overgrown child. “And who makes curry flavored candy anyways?”
“Why don’t you just use your technique or something? Make it so that the food doesn’t touch your tongue?”
Gojo looks at you incredulously before he blanches. “Unlike you, I actually care about what I put inside my body.”
You return the look tenfold, eyebrows raising in disbelief. “Oh really?”
“Really really.”
“Then what’s in that bag you’re holding?”
You nearly miss the barely imperceptible shift in Gojo’s blindfold as his eyes widen, hiding said plastic bag full of confectioneries behind him, hidden from your prying gaze.
“Sweets stimulate my brain! You know that. It’s brain food.”
“Uh huh.”
“C’monnnn,” Satoru whines, bringing forth said bag, revealing all the various goodies he’d collected throughout the hour. “Are you cruel enough to deny a guy a sweet treat? Ijichi’s been bitching all morning about all these missions!”
Gojo doesn’t give you a chance to retort. “I finished my missions in record time! I think that’s means for a celebration. A prize, even.” He lifts his blindfold up then, revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You bite. “What kind of prize?”
Satoru eyes you up and down with a saccharine smile. He pretends to be deep in thought, “a kiss, maybe?”
You follow suit, crossing your arms as you hum. “Hmm…I don’t know. Seems to me you’ve won a bunch of things today already.”
“Not enough.”
He grabs you by the arms, pulling you until you’re just a breath away. His hands slide down to your own, enveloping them in a warmth that makes you tremble with want. “Indulge me a little, will you?”
Satoru knows that you will. You always do. Even the most unreasonable of requests, like asking you to kiss him after you ran a marathon through Tokyo just to find out he was throwing a fit over confectioneries.
He lets you close the distance, savoring the way your scent invades his senses.
He pulls away rather abruptly, a delicate frown painting his features. “What’s wrong?” You ask.
“My mouth feels like it’s on fire again,” he pouts.
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kalashnikovlobotomy · 3 months ago
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just whatever you do don't talk about your/my fucking BROTHER while we're having sex, how about that?🎶😑
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7roaches · 10 months ago
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quick doodlies before bed
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clownsuu · 1 year ago
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I'm just gonna leave this here.. :)
Da siblings,,,,,
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