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countingstars-17 · 2 days
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Charles and Max in Monaco, 24.05.24
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inferno-ontherocks · 2 days
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Like father, like son
911 | 6x11 In Another Life | 7x10 All Fall Down
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koolaidashley · 2 hours
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Sad rottmnt fanart
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frikatilhi · 3 days
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Help, I'm thinking again about esc23 and how JO went with intention to make friends with everyone and have fun, but then Bojan met Jere and immediately decided "this baby needs protecting, he needs me. I'll make sure he's okay." 😭And he did😭😭 especially now that we know how tough esc really was backstage
The things we have now heard of what ESC is like for the artists, even when everyone plays along nicely, really drives it home how tough it actually is. I guess we knew that, but still.
And last year really seemed to be one big bandcamp where everyone was such good friends! But it's still hard as fuck. And to find someone to actually relax with and unwind?? That's so invaluable.
Anyway Bojan put that smile on Jere's face and vice versa and I'm not okay, okay???
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thefemaleterrorist · 5 months
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ou they doing cat misogyny on tiktok now
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bismuth-soup · 11 months
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Does anyone have a guide on what to wear on what temperature? I have no reference for this stuff and i literally have to step out of my house to see if i should wear a jacket or not
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"Long-term nuclear waste warning messages are communication attempts intended to deter human intrusion at nuclear waste repositories in the far future, within or above the order of magnitude of 10,000 years. Nuclear semiotics is an interdisciplinary field of research, first done by the American Human Interference Task Force in 1981."
IMPORTANT NUMBER: 10,000
SPLATOON HAPPENS 12,000 YEARS AFTER 2015 AND THESE THINGS COULD PROBABLY WITHSTAND A COUPLE THOUSAND MORE YEARS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
AUUUUUAAAGHHHHH!!!!!!!! DETAILS!!!!!!!!!!! SPLATOONS SO CLEVER!!!!!!!!
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oh-snapperss · 2 months
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etho posts one singular picture of his atrocious setup and we get it trending on tumblr 😭😭
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mcytblrconfessions · 7 months
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dream was my gay awakening. not that I was attracted to him but when he face revealed I realized I was a lesbian
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blanketforcas · 21 days
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pffft
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tapakah0 · 6 months
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1captainjordan4 · 7 months
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Help with hair :]
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fezcossidepiece · 10 months
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kutakunagasblog · 5 months
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Qsmp , jrwi and some fnc !
misclick duo art ! Inspired by @/ loxvan1ty art ! ( I don’t go here I don’t know anything about them 😭)
And the gillion with pink beautiful hair from a tweet by @/LemohnTheCat
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That fnc drawing is more a little animation I’m making ! Just one of the frames :)
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catilinas · 8 days
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my grandmother just asked ‘how your friend pansa’ is doing bcs i was talking about him last time she came over and she thought he was someone i know and not. a roman consul who died in 43 bce
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mosaickiwi · 2 months
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Hi, hope you had a great new years ^^
If it's okay can I request a fic of Redacted teaching Angel how to ride their bike or just Angel just riding their bike in general?
Hiiii my new year was good! I hope yours (and valentine's,easter,etc) was good as well!!
the date callin me out for how long it's been since jan i'm sobbing /silly
I feel like emo boy would be extremely thorough about teaching them so... Maybe I'll do a part two where Angel actually drives... 👉👈
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~A Riding Lesson~
[REDACTED] was in their personal garage doing some maintenance on his bike when you arrived a little early for your date. All he could offer in greeting were a few sweet words and a quick kiss, due to their grease stained fingers. You chose to silently observe them for a while, sitting at the bench they left their toolkit on. You found yourself leaning forward, watching with pure fascination.
There was precision to each movement as they went about their work with expert hands. Were it not for the occasional smiles he threw your way when he picked up a different tool every so often—smiles that somehow still sent your heart aflutter after so long—you would’ve been completely absorbed.
You'd always been curious about how it worked. But there was never really a good time to mention said curiosity. Especially since you were more focused on holding on for dear life whenever they drove somewhere, even at a snail’s pace. You supposed now could be a good time.
“Can you teach me how to ride it?” you suddenly asked once he came over to pack his tools away in the box at your side.
Their scarred hand that was idly twirling a wrench stilled as he looked down at you, light blue eyes glittering with the beginnings of something. “...Yeah, love? Y’mind saying that again f’me?”
Much too late to take it back, you noticed your mistake. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that it felt like you were picking up a conversation. In reality, it hadn't even started. “The bike, Ren,” you hurriedly corrected yourself. “Teach me how to ride the bike.”
“‘Course. My bike,” [REDACTED] nodded along and continued putting away the tools. The smirk on their face was unmistakable, but they surprisingly held back from teasing you any longer. “Maybe a quick lesson, then.”
“Really?” You perked up.
He nodded towards the bike with an amused smile as he closed the toolbox and wiped off his hands. “We’ve got time.”
Excited as could be, you hopped over and quickly sat in the cushioned seat, immediately fidgeting with the handlebars. It already seemed weird being in the front, let alone by yourself. But your heart got a little louder when your dark haired lover sat behind you on the bike.
You were certain he could feel how you shivered as his hands wrapped securely around your waist and his head rested on top of yours. Stumbling for words, you almost shouted, “So! …Where am I taking us?”
“Nowhere. Y’need to know where everything is first, Angel.”
“Boooo.”
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
After fifteen grueling minutes of quizzing, he finally agreed to let you ride around the parking lot. They hopped off the back of the bike, swinging the key around their finger.  
Without his weight to balance you, you suddenly felt a little unsure of yourself. You thought he was going to ride with you, so you asked, “Did you only sit on the bike to hug me?”
“Yeah, y’looked so cute I couldn’t help m’self,” he admitted shamelessly. They didn't give you the key just yet, merely circled the bike a few times with a careful gaze. “Clutch?”
You frowned. The quiz was supposed to be over. “Left lever.”
“Throttle?”
You remembered that one easily. He always revved the engine with it before leaving. “Right handle," you said confidently as you grabbed it.
“Front brake?”
“Uhh…” you started, quickly panicking at the resigned look in their eye. “Right pedal.”
“That's the rear brake. Maybe next time.” They gave a swift denial of your short-lived dream.
You stubbornly stayed put on the bike, though your hands were no longer holding the handles, instead resting in front of you on the seat. “I could drive it down to the street, at least."
“Y’really think so? It’s a lot t’handle,” he cautioned. He reached in front of you with the key in hand, quickly putting it in the ignition. The engine purred in that quiet way you were used to.
You watched as [REDACTED] held firmly on the clutch at one handle, and slowly guided your hand to the throttle on the other. With the lightest turn of your wrist, the engine roared loud, vibrating the seat more and more. But he turned it even further and you could hardly hear yourself think.
It made you nervous. If you weren’t sure where the break was—or which one to use—it’d really spell disaster. “Okay, I get the point,” you sighed. They let go of your hand and the engine died back down to its usual purr. “I’ll try harder to remember where everything is. No crashing your bike into a stop sign for now.”
“Good. Just wan’ you t'keep that pretty little head right where it is, love,” he hummed and kissed said forehead. “Now, scoot. Or we can head upstairs so ‘can teach ya how to really—”
“I meant the bike!!”
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