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camojacketfag · 8 months

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chasing euphoria in-between anonymity

#been a hectic couple of days #last day is today #ending with the cure #body is sore as a motherfucker #I just wanna stay home and play video games and play with primrose #anyhow #my photos #concert #concert photography #turnstile #riot fest

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wiisagi-maiingan · 1 year

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I'm all for natural remedies and traditional medicine, but I think when your "natural remedy" is based on the idea that water can become medicinal by being in the presence of a teeny itty bit amount of something, then it's probably bullshit and you're getting scammed. Go buy some ibuprofen or see a doctor.

#this is a long way for me to say that homeopathy is a scam!!#and that ''homeopathic professionals'' deliberately prey on vulnerable and scared people #especially chronically and terminally ill women looking for help and answers to illnesses they don't understand #so then they end up paying absurd money for fucking PLACEBOS #literal bottles of water and sugar pills that can supposedly cure their diabetes or fibromyalgia or cancer #and it's fucking disgusting and shameful okay

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kotaki · 3 months

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Cure Wonderful in FUN☆FUN☆Wonderful DAYS!

#this is a queued post 😇#precure #wonderful precure #cure wonderful #inukai komugi #mygifs #*d #watching this reminded me of last year when hishikawa hana cried through her end message i was 😭😭😭#komugi is so cute!!! she's a huge change coming after sora who is so calm and formal lol #(also i'd never heard of papillon dog before her and omg.... they're so cute.....)

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dont-let-me-eat-pears · 5 months

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Newt | Peeta

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retrowebz · 8 months

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when I say I need a lesbian wild west show in the exact same vein as certain comedies (like ofmd, good omens, wwdits) I am not joking !!

give me silly sapphics being endearingly goofy and gay in an oddly specific sub-genre please I am begging

#like when do we get to be happy and silly #‘well there’s always (insert tragic gay show)’ I am not talking abt that !!#I have a need for silly goofy lesbians that get happy endings and there is only one way for it to be cured #good omens #ofmd #this isn’t hate either I adore all of these

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shitpostingkats · 5 months

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Brennan Lee Mulligan will spend an entire season setting up a bunch of seemingly unconnected emotional beats, and then, in a single monologue, reveal it was is an elaborate rube goldberg contraption that slams a sledgehammer directly into the viewer’s stomach.

#I’m listening to the finale of burrows end and #BRO???????#I never thought I’d be emotionally wrecked by a players response to ‘do you cast cure wounds?’#Brennan: It’s about seeing. And looking.#Me: *on a level of human emotion previously unknown* You’re damn right it is.#brennan lee mulligan #dimension 20 #d20 #burrow's end

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thankstothe · 2 months

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#house md #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #long post #longpost #screencap #s05e17 “The Social Contract”#amazing interaction #wilson thinks that when he doesnt filter himself its a “reality” things he saying #very close to the position of “im not an asshole im just being real”#which makes sense only if you dont have much experience #and it seems wilson only does it with house #a georg of any data pool #and yeah babe this is still social contract you not escaping it by just labeling it differently #hes even arriving at that point at the end there #and house was already “there” earlier in the episode hes just doing it back to wilson now #im unwell and house would not cure me

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vendettasfanfictioning · 8 months

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no. you don't understand how funny this scene was to me.

these four basically represented how dean winchester was perceived by others. there's the people who love him; charlie (platonic), sam (familial), and cas (romantic). then there's rowena who, at the time, was the stand-in for their "enemies" (hatred).

and they all need to work together to cure dean. i'm unwell 😭😭

#do not speak to me of what happens After this episode. we need to erase it from canon completely #in my head they do find a cure right at the end of this episode #then sam dean cas and charlie had dinner in the bunker again and had a Jolly Fun Time the end #if you think that cas wasn't already head over heels wings flapping heart racing in love with dean by this episode yet #then you are sorely mistaken #watching spn #spn #supernatural #s10e21 #dean winchester #sam winchester #charlie bradbury #castiel #rowena macleod #spn.txt #destiel #deancas

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rapidhighway · 11 months

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No seriously check yourself for ticks. I feel like a make this psa every year but everyone always ignores the fact that they've been hanging around tall grass or bushes. Check your body, check your siblings and kids who won't do it as carefully as they should, and stay safe!!

#hey i got bit as a kid and got cured!#but that's bc i could go to the hospital for a month and get treated and not everyone is able to do that #we didn't find the tick behind my hear until 2 weeks later and my ass ended up with neuroborreliosis and facial palsy #SO YALL BETTER CHECK #👍👍👍👍👍👍👍#they hide in the warm creases of the body where the skin is thin #and often the ill ones leave a red a white circle around the bite #though i check every year if im still healthy i still feel some effects fairly often #so yall be careful #!!!!!!!!!

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baeshijima · 21 days

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mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.

he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.

you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.

in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.

"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."

standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.

"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.

and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.

with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."

silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.

"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"

had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.

his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.

(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.

you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.

you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)