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#fuck tumblr fr
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ew. why the fuck did they add a whole fucking section for tUmBlrMaRt??? no. gimme back my profile page thank you. tumblr really gotta stop with that shit fr.
also- wtf is that new icon?????
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plzzzzzz 😩😩 be. fkg. fr.
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decaf-nosebleed · 6 months
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i hate that tumblr wont let me use commas in tags
bc like,,,,
i cant do this,,,,
and im forced....
to do this.....
and this...... is more ominous.... than this,,,,,,,,,,
how am i supposed to display my quirks and idiosyncrasies in this environment????
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girlwithfish · 1 year
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seriously what is that yellow pikachu person man being advertised on the dash and peoples blogs its pissing me off and it is so fucking weird
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luxesiren · 1 year
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bitch— wtf.😒😒😒 not yall hating on armin eating pussy and serving the girlies.
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akuutaguava · 2 years
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im gonna [REDACTED] if tumblr doesnt let me post on my oWN FUCKING ACC AGAIN STOP SAYING ITS SHARED WITH MY MAIN TF IS WRONG WITH YOU </3
ITS BEEN LIKE THIS FOR LIKE THE ENTIRE YEAR BRO WTH
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yennefer · 10 months
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"i don't like this thing and i wish i didn't have to see people talking about it all the time"
girl (gender neutral), you are on tungle dot com:
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choose your fighter.
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godnectar · 5 months
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Now ur just missing a pfp
wdym– 😨 to me it appears that it's already changed 😞😞😭😭
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daintyprinc3ess444 · 8 months
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magnus-cinis · 6 months
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Toxic yuri
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murk888 · 26 days
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Aro 👉👈
I DIDN'T HAVE MY TWILIGHT STAGE IN TIME, OKAY?!? Now I watch the films while dying from laughter most of the time, their faces I can't-
MICHAEL SHEEN >>>>> 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐
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scottinaussie · 5 months
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Fr. Mike Schmitz
February 2023
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tawnfawn · 4 months
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i just KNOW that simon riley is a messy kisser. this mf is grabbing you by the hips, waist, hands, thighs, neck, he does not care—hands rubbing up and down your curves like he doesn’t know where to touch first. it’s all teeth and tongue—he’s one impatient mf. he’s waited long enough to kiss you, he’s not gonna be light. and i know he doesn’t half ass that shit!!! this man is either kissing your forehead softly or making out with you like there’s no tomorrow. definitely the type to “accidentally” bump into you while you’re doing something and use it as an excuse to kiss you. he’s not a PDA person, but when you’re alone he���s always, and I mean always got a hand on you. one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh or holding your hand. he lets you have aux too, but he’ll complain about your “shit music” every time. EVERY TIME!!!
can you tell i’m in love with this man
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newwavesylviaplath · 26 days
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a modern day woman with a weak constitution
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tumblr is just fuckin with me at this point.
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Like how is there even a bug like this.
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python333 · 8 months
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task force 141 getting gaslighted by [reader] — python333
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synopsis just as the title says, tf141 gets gaslighted by [reader]... nothing serious, dw!!
relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.
characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.
warnings gaslighting, but used in extremely stupid and unnecessary ways, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign], probably ooc but i'm a little more confident in this one than the last one!
note i'm so sorry that this is so long... it's like 3k+ words :{ and the soap and gaz sections are a majority of those words LMAO also tysm to the people who reblogged my last post?? thats so sweet?? im crying?? it was my first post too so i was just hdjsfhjdhsfjf tysm tysm!!
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JOHN “BRAVO SIX” PRICE
➥ price is basically your dad atp.
➥ so it’s safe to say he knows about pretty much all of your weird little antics and shenanigans.
➥ this includes your tendency to gaslight people about the stupidest shit possible.
➥ trust him, he was a victim of this.
➥ the first time it happened, it was just too perfect of an opportunity for you to pass up.
➥ price was trying to eat his food in the mess hall, when you had sidled up right next to him at the small table he was eating at, and commented on his food choice.
➥ “Oh, nice. We got the same thing.” you’d said, setting down your tray of chicken, rice, and potatoes right next to price’s bowl of soup.
➥ at first, he thought you were just joking, and gave you an amused look and commented something along the lines of you being blind because you absolutely did not get the same thing as him.
➥ you take your gaslighting very seriously. this is not a joke.
➥ so you insist that you did in fact get the same thing, and you shoot a very confused look at him for good measure. your definitely-serious tone throws price off, because there’s no way you could possibly think you both actually got the same thing…
➥ … right?
➥ cue the rest of your lunch being spent alternating between eating your food and arguing that, “But we did get the same thing!” while price can only counter with, “No we did not!”
➥ now you may think that this is the point where you give up.
➥ it absolutely is not.
➥ see, price’s first mistake was giving you leeway to argue with him over this. his second mistake was suggesting that you ask someone to come over to the table and settle this by telling you both if you did get the same thing for lunch.
➥ naturally, you chose soap, because who else would encourage your bullshit with the same enthusiasm he does?
➥ long story short, he agrees to come over and settle the very weird argument you’ve started with price, and takes a very close look at both you and price’s chosen food items for the day and after you shoot him a glance that tells him everything he needs to know he confidently says, “Aye, these’re the same.”
➥ price has never recovered from the crisis he had after that entire interaction.
➥ so, the next time you do it, he knows exactly what to do.
When you sat down next to Price during lunch, he immediately got a sense of deja vu. Which is weird, because you sit next to him everyday, so what could possibly be different about today?
“Oh, nice. We got the same thing,” you’d commented offhandedly, setting down your tray of food, of which was just about the direct opposite of Price’s meal. Oh, so that’s why I feel like this has happened before. Price stared at your tray for a moment, flashbacks running through his mind, recalling his trauma from the last time this happened.
Then finally, cautiously, he agreed, “... Yeah. Whatta coincidence.”
You didn’t know if you should feel disappointed, happy, or shocked by him agreeing with you this time. You were fully prepared to pull Soap and Gaz aside to take a look at both of your trays of food and agree that they were the exact same meal, down to the portion sizes and everything. After a quick moment of thinking, you smile at him with the most innocent smile you can muster and eat your food, ignoring the sigh of relief Price lets out when you don’t begin to argue with him.
JOHN “SOAP” MACTAVISH
➥ actively enjoys being gaslighted.
➥ in the sense of like, how many ways can he defend himself in ways you can’t argue with?
➥ he’s like the gaslighting victim version of markiplier with the whole ‘i’m not a masochist, i just wanna see how much pain i can handle’.
➥ so safe to say he very much encourages your gaslighting.
➥ the first time and only time you ever gaslighted him was when you were both hanging out in his room, both of you on your phones, soap watching ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ after you told him you thought he’d enjoy watching it, and you scrolling through social media to pass the time.
➥ then, you got an idea.
➥ “Soap?” soap perks up at the sound of his name and hums in acknowledgement of you talking to him, “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”
➥ “Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left.” he’d responded.
➥ “Really? What season are you on?”
➥ “The last season, season two.”
➥ “... What do you mean the last season?”
➥ you two go back and forth, with you insisting that no, you told him to watch ‘the vampire diaries’, not ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’.
➥ the entire thing goes on for at least thirty minutes before soap sighs and insists that you’d told him to watch ‘my babysitter’s a vampire’ one last time, and you finally break.
➥ you break out into a small fit of laughter, and stop yourself to take a deep breath and admit, “Yeah, I did.”
➥ honestly, soap is very impressed by your determination to manipulate him. 10/10 would encourage you to do it again. in fact, will help you gaslight anyone you so please.
You and Soap were sitting in his room, him on the bed and you on the floor sitting down on one of his pillows. You’d just been scrolling through any and all apps you had, even going through your photos app, bored out of your mind, when you suddenly got an idea. You turned off your phone and looked over at Soap.
“Soap?” He tapped on his phone screen to pause the show he was watching and hummed, looking over at you. “Have you finished that show I recommended to you yet?”
“Nah, I’ve still got a few episodes left,” he’d answered, sitting up and cracking his knuckles.
“Really?” you’d asked, feigning confusion, “What season are you on?”
“The last one, season two,” he replied, showing you his phone screen. You looked at it for a moment before drawing your eyebrows together in pseudo-confusion.
“... What do you mean the last season?” you’d asked, “There’s eight seasons.”
“Uhh…” Soap looked back at his phone screen, confused, and tapped his screen a few times before he shook his head, “Nay, there’re two seasons, c/n.”
“Are you watching the right show?” you’d asked, watching as Soap nods confidently, and yes. You had set down your phone, ready for this new form of entertainment.
“Yeah. My Babysitter’s a Vampire, right?” he said, hoping for confirmation that he’s watching the correct show. You slowly shake your head negatively.
“No, I told you that you should watch Vampire Diaries,” you’d clarified, watching as Soap started to disagree.
“Nay, ye told me tae watch the Babysitter one,” Soap argued, quickly pulling up his text messages with you, “I reckon I’d ken if ye told me tae watch Vampire Diaries.”
“Well, I did,” you argued back, “I told you, verbatim, ‘hey you should watch Vampire Diaries, I think you’d really like it, since you like making fun of old 2000s shows with me’. I texted you yesterday about it.”
Soap raised an eyebrow before he’d turned his phone to you, showing you your text messages from yesterday, where you definitely did not tell him to watch Vampire Diaries. You took a good look at the text messages, before looking up at Soap, concerned, “Are you okay? That clearly says what I said it says.”
Soap looked baffled, and it took everything in you not to laugh, “Nay, ye messaged me tae watch the Babysitter one, so I’m watchin’ the Babysitter one!”
You two went back and forth, arguing over what the text actually said. You’d constantly deny everything Soap saw and he’d argue back in the most flabbergasted tone that ‘Nay, it’s richt there, I ken I’m no’ goin’ daft!’ and you argued back that he’s definitely seeing things because how could he possibly be reading the text but see completely different words than what it actually says?
Eventually, you both stopped arguing, taking time to catch your breaths. You had taken one look at Soap’s miserable facial expression before breaking out into a small fit of laughter, giggles spilling from your lips as you tried to muffle them by putting your hand over your mouth.
“Ye ‘nd I baith ken that the text says you want me to watch My Babysitter’s a Vampire,” Soap breathed out, watching you try and muffle your laughter.
After you’d taken a moment to catch your breath, you admit, “Yeah, I know.”
Soap’s eyes widened and he immediately said, “So ye admit it?”
You nodded affirmatively and he groaned, flopping back down onto the bed, the action having made you giggle even more. “Ye’re a bampot,” he’d grumbled, though there was no serious anger or irritation behind his words.
SIMON “GHOST” RILEY
➥ now why would you even try this, huh?
➥ have you MET the dude?
➥ he absolutely will not fall for it.
➥ he won’t encourage it, won’t argue with you, in fact he’ll shut you down with a simple “No.”
➥ you’re too scared to even try again after the first time you tried it.
➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, you were both just walking down the hall together.
➥ you tried convincing him that gaz was off on a mission when you had just passed by him.
➥ the look he gave you… my god.
➥ “No he isn’t.” i’m so sorry please let me jump off a cliff i’m sorry i made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgment and i don’t expect to be forgiven i’m simply here to apologize mr. simon ghost riley lieutenant sir.
➥ you never try to gaslight him ever again.
You thought it was a good idea at the time. You don’t know what drugs you were on or what meds you were off, but you decided that, yeah, I can totally gaslight Ghost with no repercussions, that’s definitely possible. So here you are, walking right beside him, the both of you going to completely different locations but he doesn’t need to know that.
When you first sidled up to him, walking by his side down the hall, he looked over at you for a moment and was just a bit confused but didn’t say anything otherwise. The two of you passed by Gaz, who was minding his business just walking past the two of you. He gave you both a quick nod and you made a point to nod back, not only out of respect but because you thought it would make your gaslighting session just that much better.
Just a minute after passing Gaz, you sighed and commented, “Can’t believe Gaz is on that super long mission right now. Two weeks is crazy.”
Ghost had slowly turned his head towards you, a sight that made your stomach drop because oh God I definitely fucked up, and simply said, “No he isn’t. We just saw him.”
I think I just shit my pants. “Y- yeah, right, right, definitely, no clue what I was thinking,” you blurted out, stumbling over your sentences because oh my GOD I’m gonna piss myself why is he so scary lord have mercy on my soul. Ghost raised an eyebrow at you, before huffing out a small laugh and continuing his walk, amused by your sputtering. You let out a sigh of relief as he simply walked away, and you headed in the correct way of where you're supposed to go, completely chickening out of your original plan.
KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK
➥ oh that poor poor boy.
➥ probably gives into it and just lets you gaslight him tbh.
➥ like maybe if your argument/gaslighting isn’t too strong he’ll argue with you, and sure he still won’t win but it was worth a try, but if you’re gaslighting-gaslighting him? he’s just gonna agree with you.
➥ like at that point anything you say is law and he is a law-abiding citizen.
➥ if your argument is strong enough and he’s tired enough he will genuinely believe you, too.
➥#savegazfromreader
➥ the first time you tried to gaslight him, it was pretty easy. you two had just finished sparring, with you coming out on top, much to your own surprise. gaz had given you a lighthearted pat on the shoulder and went off to shower, when you had the best idea you’ve ever had.
➥ you had groaned and playfully complained, “I can’t believe you won that.”
➥ gaz turned around, confused, and was like, “Won what?”
➥ cue the next 5 minutes being spent by you saying that gaz had won and arguing with him that he did win.
➥ “Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won. I appreciate that you don’t want me to feel bad, but I can take a loss.”
➥ hes so confused omg.
➥ starts gaslighting himself into thinking he won, then he’s like ‘wait no i didn’t’.
➥ but he still goes along with it because… what else is he supposed to do?
➥ ever since then he’s been your main gaslighting victim, and your favorite.
You hated the feeling of being sweaty, but you hated the feeling of someone else’s sweat even more. Maybe that’s what tripped you up that day, letting Gaz swipe his leg underneath yours and force you to fall down onto the mat beneath you, where he then started counting to ten, as per usual with sparring. But luckily for you, you were able to grab his ankle and yank it towards you, making Gaz fall on his ass and letting you straddle his chest and begin to count to ten just as he was doing earlier.
Of course, you dramatized your counting, because who would you be if you didn’t? You emphasized every number and your lips twitched into a small smile as you watched Gaz scoff and look away from you, clearly fed up with your theatrics. Once you were done counting, you got up and held out a hand for Gaz, who took it and got up, letting out a huff and patting you on the shoulder.
“Good job,” He’d said, smiling down at you, stepping off the mat and walking over to the bag of stuff he’d brought with him. After that small interaction, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to gaslight him. It’s not your fault! Who else would pass up an opportunity like this?
You groaned and stepped off the mat, muttering, “I can’t believe you won that. I really though I had you.”
“Won what?” Gaz questioned, looking back at you, confused.
“The spar?” You answered, though you made your answer sound more questioning, as if confused on why he’d even question your words. As if it was obvious that you hadn’t won. Gaz simply looked at you, very confused, trying to figure out if you’re joking or not. By the serious look on your face—a poker face you’ve worked on for the longest time—he figured that you weren’t not kidding, which worries him a bit.
”... No, you won that spar,” Gaz insisted, before nervously joking, “Remember? Thirty seconds ago, when you kicked my arse after I thought I had you down?”
“Honestly, you don’t have to lie and say I won,” You laughed, walking over to Gaz and patting him on the back, “It’s not like I’m a sore loser or anything like that. I can take a loss.”
He was so confused, and continued to insist that you had won the small sparring match, and got more and more confused the more you fought with him on this. He was so sure that you had won—you did, didn’t you?
He eventually just sighed, and ‘admitted’ that you were right, he did win. Satisfied, you smiled up at him and reminded him that you can take a loss, and you went on with your day. And if you heard him asking Price if he could go through the security cameras for a moment, requesting to go back to that specific time the two of you had sparred, no you didn’t.
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toasternuggets · 20 days
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A drawing of Father Gregor fighting with Ignacio over what he said to Skid and Pump
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💀
I love Ignacio’s design… 😳
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