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do-deca-dangit · 23 days ago
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I'm so excited for tpot 15. I hope basketball does something in it because I HATED that she came back from being kidnapped and forced to sign a dubious contract while being taunted by a powerful being that saw herself in her, and is the same powerful being that basketball has been trying to figure out and warn people about, only for her to not even bring it up to anyone even after appearing in thin air in front of everyone like. Did nobody ask her where she was? Hello? You guys were LOOKING FOR HER
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sweetsilveryrevenge · 2 years ago
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running away from people I love because I honestly just can't take it anymore I can't handle everyone having a different image of me and having to be there and explain everything that goes on in my head it's so much easier to disappear and have them be rightfully angry instead of actually continuing to care for me. I'm burning from the inside out.
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umblrspectrum · 9 months ago
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i love learning cursive just to write text for exactly one character
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xinyuehui · 7 months ago
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Ah, the night's just getting started. Don't let me catch you so easily next time. ⸺ QIN CHE // SYLUS ִֶָ☾.
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heartfullofleeches · 1 month ago
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"Release my penis from the dick magic you've inflicted upon me, Witch-"
"The who I did what now with?- Ow!-"
Sitting up in your boyfriend's bed, a pillow strikes the blindside of your head as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You roll onto your side as they throw themselves onto the massive, curling up into a fetal position next to you.
"I can't jerk off- Not without thinking about you. Literal thousands of dollars of commissions down the fucking drain because you won't get out of my head for five minutes!"
Turning over to face him, you can hardly see why they're complaining. "And that's my problem.... How?"
"Do you want to know what make me bust so hard I lost the hearing in my ear? Us kissing. Both of us still had our clothes on. There was barely any tongue involved either, I got so worked up over the tamest thing possible - Do you even know what I used to get off to before we met?"
"...It's probably better for my overall health if I didn't.'
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itsdefinitely · 11 months ago
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TUMBLR LEGWND ITSDEIFNITLEY ALSO DRAWS SANDERS SIDES?!?!???
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i dabble
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aroace-spec-empire · 8 months ago
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We're trending...
That can only mean one thing...
*Inhale*
MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS FELLAS THE BOTS HAVE RETURNED!
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superbat-love · 1 month ago
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If the Justice League were ‘The Office’...
Superman: I want to trust Batman, I really do, but sometimes I can't help but question him, you know? Yesterday, I came home from the Daily Planet and ran into Batman outside my apartment. When I asked him what he was doing there, he claimed he was on a case looking for "evidence," then ran off. Not that I’m accusing him of anything, but… one of my undergarments has gone missing.
The camera pans out, revealing his costume conspicuously missing its iconic red underwear.
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Batman: [holding up Superman’s red underwear sealed in a plastic evidence bag] That’s how I uncovered his big secret. How do I know for certain it’s Superman’s? Well, for one, no one else on the planet has them in this size. [glares directly at the camera] And two, you really should have kept spares if you didn’t want me to figure out who you were, Clark Kent.
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thatbugkidd · 3 months ago
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Something a little goofy and light hearted for the season, HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!! be safe if you're going out tonight
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sualne · 1 year ago
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more croco and dragon
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secretsecretbunny · 9 months ago
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how about y/n in a group chat with roommates!bts who discover her secret insta account 👀
okay maybe I had too much fun with this one lmfaooo- anyway, I hope you like it, pookie!! 😚💕
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masterlist
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volchitsa-of-winterfell · 7 months ago
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the way patrick zweig is so clearly a creature of desire; so fundamentally hungry. always devouring, uncaring of how desperate he might appear for it—taking a bite of the line judge's bagel sandwich before he even sits down; scarfing down his hotdog before grabbing a bite of art's, and then later treating their churros exactly the same way; picking the cigarette that tashi slapped out of his mouth up off the literal alleyway street so he can finish smoking it. acting on his hungers without asking permission first.
the way art donaldson is comfortable expressing desire without acting on it; content to yearn. mr. i-do-what-she-says-and-then-i-win obediently drinks his green juices, his electrolyte mixes; he lays his heart on the table for tashi, twice, and lets her decide when to take it; he tells her he wants to kiss her, but then lets her come to him to actually do it. a lapdog, just like patrick says: he'll turn his pleading eyes to you, desire writ across every line of him, but he is too well-bred to ever snap and just take.
....except, of course, with patrick; but even then, only when he can sublimate his desire for patrick into the appearance of desire for another woman. snapping at the churro when patrick calls him out over sowing doubt in his relationship with tashi is the obvious one, but also the fact that art is the one to come first in their mutual-masturbation experience when talking about kat zimmerman (how much of it was because of miss zimmerman and how much of it was art letting himself imagine patrick with her?). patrick, in the churro scene, describes it as seeing art "lit up about something," and while he's not wrong i think it's more specific than that. art feels deeply, keenly, but he guards the flames of his desire so carefully; banks them down and keeps the embers glowing for years. tashi is content to meet art halfway, to take the quiet longing invitations he extends. patrick is not. his desire, his hunger, is bigger than that. he wants to see sparks fly. how perfect, then, that he is the only one who can bring that out of art. he does exactly that with the racket-neck signal, and art (once he's over his shock) is once again lit up; ready to take the win, not to have it handed to him.
the way tashi duncan understands them both, perfectly, from their very first night in that hotel room that was so formative for all three of them. she kisses art first, because she already knows that if she kissed patrick first, art would take that as a rejection and retreat; put his desire away. she kisses art first because she knows patrick will not give up on his own desires that easily. she understands how to stoke art's desires and how to temper patrick's and teach him patience. and because of that, she gets them both: she doesn't have to choose.
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sweetsilveryrevenge · 1 year ago
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when a pair of church bells can shake me. take me for all I am worth and shatter it in front of me. sending me crashing. crashing. crashing.
taking myself on a walk and consoling myself and wandering down to the beach while shaking and arguing with every part of myself, words just fucking falling out of my mouth as I trail along and gradually pull off all my jewelry and try to keep as composed as I can. just. going. and going. and going. along the road. seeing so many small businesses that must mean people's lives to them, it's so stupid and futile and barely makes a dent in the world but to them, its purpose and it's a world of its own. I'm the stupid one for not being able to lose myself in a passion like that. why can't I have something to make me feel alright.
walking along the very end of the sand next to the harbour
endless poetry coming out of me. against my will. just tumbling out. crying. screaming and feeling the emotion of everyone who has ever lived. terrified. and beautiful. alive. undoubtedly human. scared of my own existence. It is beautiful it is raw it is disgusting. wishing to die wishing to live forever wishing to be nothing but mortal crying like a baby wishing to be a child again. apologising to every other soul who has walked this earth and this sand I stand on. my life is so insignificant. it is my short eternity. crying out to infinite people, ahead of my time, ones who died before my existence, I love you, I love you, trying to pull myself away from this tide.
walking away, endlessly spiraling, my life my life is my eternity.I will live until I cannot live anymore. I am dead in life I have never lived. Repeating. I will scream until I cannot anymore I will tear the world piece by piece by piece. I will claw until I cannot. I have been dead from the very second I have existed. I will keep going. it is what I do. it is the only thing I know how to do. I will keep dying. again. and again. and again. cry my makeup off to the water again and again and again. I am dead in living. doomed by existence. undoubtedly human. afraid to love. afraid to live. the walking guilt of every dead that speaks to me in my mind. they haunt me, they want justice they want remembrance. I will be like them, I will be forgotten completely at one point. until only my concept can be remembered, by some poor soul like me, plagued with the thoughts of a dead universe upon their shoulders dares to think the same thought I once had.
forcing myself to adjust. to normal. clean up the gaping figurative shot wound in the centre of my skull and pull myself on a tour. out of hell. dragging myself. through hell. around. around. up. down. too tired to even think . dragging myself. up. up. up. bridge . over a wide central road. staring. fuzzy. leaning. hands on sharp edges. A church bell strikes in the distance and I feel my breath come in harshly, ice cold on my throat. my heart beats in my ears and I feel myself swaying onto the rail. so tired. but so energetic. body more ready to exert itself than my mind is letting me know. ringing in my ears. sickening. like I'm going to pass out. so loud I cannot recognise the sound of a car rolling up next to me so slowly, tires crunching. A gentle turn. and a dead eyed stare. police. we stare and I disappear like a slow breeze, empty but caught. hollow inside with a thought rattling in my head that maybe I was stopped by their prescence.
I haul myself through busy streets and up more hills. deep city. late night. alone. colder. glaring. face permanently twisted into a scowl. echoes of makeup dusting my cheeks. music on.
the man who screamed at the universe and cried like the cosmos has retired now. put back on the shelf like a dusty old book you don't understand the word choice of. inside me. waiting. waiting. until a chance comes to feel divine again. as if he is instructed to die in that moment. to make it dramatic. and that is all he is good for. we are connected. he does not indulge in futile human endeavours. I share his sentiments and cry over them in the comfort of my own bed. but I can compose myself. I can hold back the vocabulary vomit. I can live. for him. I can be his futility.
I am clinging on. we are holding each other. a flood of obligation and a sea of uncontrollable but indescribable feeling. hands frantically wrapped around me. nails digging in. into fuzz and emptiness. into the mass of nothing that I am. adapting. continuing because that is all I know. ready to face the end wherever it shall pull the ground from under me. I will not fall. for when I hit the ground I will realise I never left it in the beginning. I have always been there. for as long as I was capable of falling. catastrophic. pretending. hiding. always just under the surface. Do not stick your hand in the water. it will bite you and its teeth will sink in so far. it will become infected. it will spread to you until the effects are fatal.
We are clinging on to each other. so tightly. for life. for death. we are all we can depend on. we are the only ones who can understand each other. others can pretend but they can never feel it as personally. never as intimately. we are all we have.
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umblrspectrum · 4 months ago
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part 4 of a lot funnier in my head than on paper
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sluttyseacadet · 5 months ago
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Rings of Power + text posts (1/?)
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heartfullofleeches · 5 months ago
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V [Loser Yan]: Do you think we'd make good parents?
[Loser Reader ducks beneath the window, army crawling behind the couch]
V: What the hell are you doing now?
Loser Reader: Hiding from the sniper you hired to kill me because there's no way you're talking about us. If you and I had a kid together that child would need therapy before it could even crawl.
V: I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU ASSHOLE! WHAT'S SO HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU?!
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