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cupcakeslushie · 2 years
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Leo in the final act of the movie be like…
Based off this at 2:18
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just-anarchie · 1 year
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domomochan · 10 months
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Bilvy and Gabanti
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Can I smile
LOL
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virtualmosshroom · 3 months
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cleaned my cats litter and took three bags of trash downstairs and showered and washed my hair even tho everything hurts!
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house-of-slayterr · 4 months
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What was I doing this morning at like 5 am you might ask?
Nothing…
Nothing:
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redhotarsenic · 1 year
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Redrew this old picture of Garuda I made in 2021 with her most recent design :)
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malfoypotterpoems · 8 months
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I could never forget you
I still turn my head at every blond girl I see
Because maybe it’s you
I never unfollowed you because that would be like giving up
But now you’re posting again
And I don’t even recognise the people in your stories
And I guess it makes sense
I guess you moved on
But how could I move on from you
I know you weren’t good for me
But living without you hurts so much more
It’s been 6 years without you
And it’s hurts just as bad
Everything reminds me of you
And honestly
If I could go back
I would just apologise
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gentleman-detective · 2 years
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I awoke to the mattress shifting and Holmes nudging me with his knee as he eased into my bed. It was a habit of mine to sleep on my side, facing away from the door and looking towards the wall I had my bed pressed against. Holmes attempted to wrap himself around me but ended up hanging partially off of the mattress’s exposed edge. I didn’t know the time, only that it was far too early for whatever he had planned that required him to wake me.
“This bed hasn’t room enough for the both of us,” I grumbled.
“Hmm…” he answered. “I believe you’re quite right. We really should have a double bed brought to the flat someday.” It had not been long since Holmes and I had embarked in our romantic relationship, and he surprised me at the speed in which he was removing his boundaries. Expressing interest in sharing a bed was something I was not expecting to hear from him so soon, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I turned my body to face him and found him fully dressed and ready for the day. He wore an outfit our illustrator had once drawn him wearing, the black suit with the pin-striped trousers. His hair was already slicked back into its signature perfection, and I longed to disrupt it with my fingers similar to the urge a child gets to skip a rock against a lake with an entirely still surface.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him closer so his body would lie flat and entirely on the bed. “And how would we explain that to Mrs. Hudson?” I asked as I laid my head upon his chest and closed my eyes.
“It’s charming that you believe she doesn’t know about us. I would be willing to bet she knew before we did.”
I simply hummed in acknowledgment and attempted to resume whatever scenario it was in which I had been dreaming.
“Watson?” Holmes asked as I was nearing sleep again.
I answered only with a groan.
“There’s a client of significant social standing coming within the next hour.”
“Then why are you in my bed?”
“It is far warmer than the sitting room at this hour.”
“Do you intend to bring the client to my bed as well? Or are you waking me to join you and replenish the fire?”
“If you would be so kind. I believe you may enjoy recording the events of this upcoming case for our readers.”
“Certainly. Now, would you be so kind as to allow me five more minutes of rest?” I still had my eyes closed and was facing away from him, but from his sigh, I could safely assume he rolled his eyes at my request.
“Five minutes. No more.” He rose from the bed and went towards the door.
“Perhaps ten,” I said, testing the limits. He only laughed and opened the door.
I called out before he closed it behind him. “Oh, and Holmes?”
He reopened the door a few inches. “Yes, old boy?”
“Don’t come into my bed fully clothed ever again.”
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angelbvn · 8 months
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not really shaking anymore so yipppeeee
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acidbathcat · 1 year
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listening to new lana album now
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ghosteso · 1 year
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for the character thing: john malevolent !
Oh my gosh! Thank you for the ask! Alright here goes! I hope people don’t hate me for my opinions lol.
First impression: A part of me wants to fight you very very much. Kind of a jerk
Impression now: I still kind of want to fight you and idk why but you’ve grown on me. Please try and keep Arthur alive from his own choices.
Favorite moment: When it’s revealed he’s a part of the King in Yellow. I got spoiled from a video about it but the scene still gave me chills when I got to that part in the podcast.
Idea for a story: It’ll probably never happen because of, well, logistics I could possible write it assuming I get the guts to share my fics with the fandom. But basically John reciting poetry to Arthur I’m not far in the podcast so if this happens please don’t tell me.
Unpopular opinion: I’m more of an Arthur fan I don’t know if you can consider that an unpopular opinion and it took awhile for John to grow on me. He’s still having trouble growing on me but I’m trying!
Favorite relationship: Arthur and John! Mostly because I haven’t seen him interact with anyone else.
Favorite headcanon: Modern AU where John his own body Kayne and John totally shit talk people together. Like you know how some people gossip? I hope that makes sense?
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twostepstyless · 1 year
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copysketchy · 4 months
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veggieguy23-me · 8 months
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I’ve spent the last, what has it been a month now? Time is stupid. Anyway, I’ve spent the last couple of weeks that might be enough to make up a month I’m not sure playing Skyrim. I learned about a mod that puts a museum for all the relics in the game which was awesome cause I was just sticking everything in a chest in winstead manor when I last played about, idk 5? 5 years ago. Now I want to try morrowind again.
Well, also oblivion but I don’t wanna play oblivion until after I play morrowind because I like to play game series in sequential order and I’m already breaking a personal rule skipping the procedurally generated Arena and Daggerfall (I heard it takes like 14 years to cross from one end of the map to the other in daggerfall, and well, I just don’t have 14 years)
anyway, I tried morrowind before but I ran into this problem where it felt like I was too stupid for the game. Like every single thing I was doing was wrong. Every choice I made was the wrong one.
I think it stems from my autistic desire to see everything in the game. I swear I think I restarted the game 15 times because I couldn’t decide what race to play.
I play a nord in Skyrim (decisions were easier when I was younger. I’m white so I play white guy) so do I play a nord in morrowind? But this is a different character… morrowind is home to the dark elves so do I play a dunmer? But wait, I’m a criminal from cyrodil right? The Imperials live in cyrodil so do I play an imperial? I don’t know what to do. In Skyrim I’m playing a nord named johann because Nord names seem Germanic and johan is the German version of John (like John smith, I am bad with names.)
I think tomorrow I’m going to boot up morrowind and try to just go. Ignore the bad thoughts. Play the game.
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