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ishowspeed and jamie carragher trying to hold a coherent conversation oh my god it would hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

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I cried so hard, this is killing me

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Klopp; an era in drawings

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imagine you are jack quaid. or karl urban. or anthony starr. and nepo cast member pretty boy ackles is in cahoots with the creator of your show. he is able to bring in his frat brother and frat lover from that one shit show that can't seem to die. you want to say something but gay people would crucify you.

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is jake gyllenhaal gay??

why would you ask us, a narnia blog, this

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This is a wheel with 250 fandoms, people, topics, specific words, etc. Spin it once.

Whatever you landed on has completely disappeared from Tumblr. Any posts including or referencing it have vanished, and none will ever be made again. No one else notices its absence, and no one else will ever ask about it.

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911 Lone Star: Texas Proud (1x03)

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forgot all the other wips i've posted whoops now i'm working on a buddietommy buck/eddie bodyswap fic and i'm literally sooo excited for this y'all so forgive me for posing another snippet

When Eddie wakes up, he feels like he did after Chim's bachelor party: disoriented, his body out-of-whack, like it’s fighting against him. Not quite his. Except, after his shift had ended last night, Eddie had gone straight home and to bed. He hadn’t had anything to drink. In fact, he hasn’t let himself have more than a beer or two in one sitting since Christopher left for El Paso. Getting too drunk to handle would just be one more thing to add to the list of reasons he’s an irresponsible father, wouldn’t it, and anyways, alcohol just bums him out these days, sends his thoughts on a darker path than he likes to go down.

Eddie’s not lying in a hotel bathtub, either. He’s half-asleep under the sheets of a bed that's comfortable, but not familiar. Light is shining straight into his eyes, even though the sun rises on the side of the house opposite from his bedroom. It’s kind of giving him a headache, and his left leg is starting to cramp, so he lifts his head up from what feels like a memory foam pillow—Buck was always trying to get him to buy one, they align your posture and cushion your pressure points, Eddie!—and opens his eyes.

Eddie blinks against the brightness of the morning. His vision comes into focus, and so does Tommy, the mattress just dipping under his weight as he sleeps with his head tucked against the opposite pillow. The comforter is shoved far enough down that Eddie’s eyes trace over Tommy’s bare chest and then lower, to the curve of his hip, and then a little more past than that. He’s not wearing underwear. Tommy is naked.

Eddie goes so stiff he thinks it might’ve triggered rigor mortis.   

Had Tommy cheated on Buck—with him? That doesn’t make any sense—he’d gone home last night and that was it—and Eddie wouldn’t—he would never—

He must make some sort of noise, or maybe Tommy can hear Eddie’s heart pick up speed, racing fast and loud in his chest, because he wakes up and immediately frowns.

“Evan?” Tommy asks, forehead wrinkled. He reaches out for Eddie, who finally looks down at himself and realizes that he doesn’t recognize his body, the shirtless chest or black underwear or long, muscled legs. “Are you okay?” 

Tommy’s hand squeezes Eddie’s—someone’s—arm. Eddie jerks backwards and falls out of the bed.

“Evan!” Tommy calls as Eddie lands in a heap on the floor. 

Was this a prank? Drugs? Some sort of roleplay?

Eddie scrambles to his feet as Tommy throws the covers off, quickly getting up, feet thumping on the floor. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, coming closer, and he’s so naked, and so huge, all of him, and Eddie is so confused he thinks he’s going to throw up. 

“Bathroom,” Eddie chokes, his voice not sounding anything like his own, but definitely not like a stranger’s, either.

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i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

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so. um. the good news is we found your boyfriend. the bad news is that, well, we sort of…dug him up…in the middle of a car park. in leicester (buckley et al. 2013). leicester, yeah. sorry. they demolished the friary he was hastily interred in when henry viii dissolved all the monasteries. you know how it is. and as it turns out, well, shakespeare was…sort of right about him. scoliosis, yeah, sorry (appleby et al. 2014). if it makes you feel any better we analysed his bones and it turns out he had a pretty high-protein diet before he died (lamb et al. 2014). and he drank so much wine that it changed their chemical composition, which we didn't know could actually happen before we analysed him (lamb et al. 2014), so he was having a good time, at least. 

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Appleby, J., Mitchell, P.D., Robinson, C., Brough, A., Rutty, G., and Morgan, B. (2014). The scoliosis of Richard III, last Plantagenet King of England: diagnosis and clinical significance. Lancet 383, 1944. 

Buckley, R., Morris, M., Appleby, J., King, T., O’Sullivan, D., and Foxhall, L. (2013). ‘The king in the car park’: new light on the death and burial of Richard III in the Grey Friars church, Leicester, in 1485. Antiquity 87, pp. 519-538. 

Lamb, A.L., Evans, J.E., Buckley, R., and Appleby, J. (2014). Multi-isotope analysis demonstrates significant lifestyle changes in King Richard III. Journal of Archaeological Science 50, pp. 559-565.

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911: LONE STAR ↳ TK Strand + his sassy hand

BONUS: One time Carlos reined in the hand + one time Carlos let his own sassy hand out

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the ides of march is taking place at the white house this year

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Chappell Roan

Wins Her Second BRIT of The Night - International Artist Of The Year (March 2025)

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as someone who nearly died at 22 due to serious health issues, society's obsession with youth and hatred of the signs of aging really gargles my goyles. not everyone gets to grow old, it's such a privilege and yet we treat it like a disease, or a curse, something to avoid for as long as possible. it truly it strangles the soul to witness

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bald pussy havers really think they’re an oppressed minority because of a handful of bush posts on tumblr dot com of all places don’t worry babe you have the entire entertainment industry and beauty industry and porn industry and also porn addicted men and also a good portion of women on your side ❤️ be strong you’ll get through this