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hold on, you‘re telling me that IF we get a sincaraz-final in madrid, it will happen on 5th of May, no other day but Carlitos ‘president of the jannik sinner fanclub spain’ Alcaraz fcking BIRTHDAY ?????
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anachronistic-cat · 7 months
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There's nothing quite like listening to Jonny Sims recount violent final moments of doomed love.
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ufogoo · 11 months
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Destiny veterans how we feeling
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thelastharbinger · 1 year
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Tenoch Huerta on the Dad Life:
(also please enjoy listening to Nochie cuss. a lot. one of my favorite things about him.)
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movietimegirl · 2 months
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We were robbed to see Hunter and Wercker reaction to Batcher. I was waiting for her to run outside. 😭
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jestroer · 2 years
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More Fairies Scar and Grian but i had at least movement in my brain and made Scar a disabled fairy and he rides on Jellie as a transportation and they steal cookies (from mumbo)
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hersurvival · 11 days
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Throughout the lockdowns,
In the midst of the pandemic,
I found myself responsible for my grandmother.
Entirely stubborn and severely diabetic,
Milk was off the table.
But I was given no instruction.
And I have always preferred soy to almond,
Damn what anyone has to say about that,
So when I was told to grab her milk,
When she told me she didn't enjoy the type
My aunt had bought, I grabbed her soy.
And she was obsessed with it -
Finally, a milk she could drink, a milk she liked.
No one told me, medically, she was to avoid soy.
So when my aunt came over,
Empty cartons all over,
Washed and saved for recycling day,
We had to break it to her carefully
That she had to go back to drinking
Almond.
@nosebleedclub April 17th - Almond Milk
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unhingedlesbear · 10 days
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Are you guys seeing this shit?
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I have this head canon where Aziraphale joins an amateur theatre group once they've moved to the South Downs. He only goes for a small acting role though, but really gets into costumes and getting them historically accurate. And Crowley loves to mess around with them every now and then and adds weird colours or frill in all the wrong places to wind him up, and Aziraphale can't decide if he's annoyed or bemused. Then one of the actors breaks a leg or something and they desperately need someone who can fill in for her, so Crowley ends up on stage, acting a woman's part and loving it. Also, he's making sure that his own costume is perfect and just on this side of revealing.
What do you think? :-D
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procrastiel · 5 months
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A few naughty thoughts about Aziraphale /Crowley under the cut, if you please
It’s their game now, Aziraphale calling him ‘nice’. Crowley hears him utter another four letter word into his ear quite often, and smiles to himself every time he thinks about it.
His angel knows all the hidden and forbidden places in his heart, he can pull all the levers at once. And when he does, Crowley can barely manage to keep his corporation together.
His angel, so hot under the covers, so wanting in a long-forgotten Maltese cave, their echoes uniting like their bodies. Him moaning softly in Crowley’s ears near a monastery in the Indian jungle in the depths of night when all God’s creatures are asleep.
His angel, so naughty and sinful. So desperate to please him. And Crowley, just as desperate to please in return, in all the ways the angel can come up with, and more.
He smiles to himself as he watches Aziraphale open his mouth to say the word again. “Nice”. And then, his face changes, he plays angry, and throws him against the wall. But he makes sure their hips touch, to send another message.
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chubbening · 3 months
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Just tried on our favorite dress and had to recategorize it from "fits" to "fits with help" ^///^
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pink-pone · 11 months
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updated Nana Peppermint design! ♥️
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Vincent Price - Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea; The Deadly Dolls
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missjoolee · 1 year
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@claire8216​ requested 82! This prompt had a small existential crisis from me that really doesn’t matter but you know! What’s life without a little crisis here and there? 😅 Unedited to keep it real (flashes fake gang signs to look cool)
Pick a number between 1-102 (7, 13, 17, 23, 31, 45, 82, 97) I am working on them slowly so please be patient!
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Luke blinks slowly at the page, his grip on the pen loosening. God, what time is it? Maybe they should call it quits for the night. He looks around but they haven't had a chance to get a clock yet. Tapping his phone screen, nothing happens. Dead. Sighing, he recalls he hadn't charged it last night because the charger was at the bottom of one of his moving boxes.  Thankfully he'd spent the afternoon unpacking after he'd gotten off shift at the diner.
He gets up to plug the phone in and Julie only gives a tilt of her chin in acknowledgement that he's moved away, her pen still flying across the page.  Smiling, he leans against the wall to wait for the devise to power back on, taking in this gorgeous scene.
Last night the room had felt weird. The walls laid bare, boxes shoved into a precarious tower in the corner, the mattress directly on the floor. His mom wouldn't let him take the bed frame. Something about it once belonging to his great uncle. It was a lot of change and while he's definitely better about it than Alex, he wouldn't lie and say it was the best sleep of his life, finally out of his stifling childhood home. Even if the room still didn't feel like him yet, having gone through the majority of his boxes helped to at least breathe easier. But now, seeing Julie lying on his bed, lost in the words of a song he's sure will win them awards, he realizes how much she's becoming home to him. No matter where he finds himself, he will always be alright if she is right there with him. His eyes drift closed.
The tinny startup sound alerts him that his phone is turning on, the battery finally charged enough. Dragging his eyes open, he checks the time.
Shit! Fuck!
"Shit, Jules, we have to go!"
All tiredness leaves his body as he searches around for his car keys. He'd put them in his pocket yesterday when he gotten in from the last trip of bring things in. Yesterday's pants. Shit, shit how does he already have so many clothes piled on the floor? He scatters clothing around him in a flurry. Not finding them, he looks around trying to figure out where they might have gone. His eyes cross over Julie who hasn't moved, only paused her pen to look at him.
"Don't just sit there, it's after 3! Your dad is going to kill me!"
Ray is a very lenient man but even he has his limits. Luke is frantic as he starts rummaging through the open boxes.
"Luke."
"Where the fuck are my keys?!"
"Luke!"
Her soft hand slides up his cheek and pulls his face to look over at her. She's no longer on the bed, but she's also not rushing to gather her things so he can take her home. Why isn't she rushing?
Laughter dances in her eyes as she calmly says, "We don't have to leave. Did you forget I moved into the dorms last week?"
He blinks at her, still feeling in crisis mode as his brain slowly supplies him with the memories.
"Also, he would've killed me. I take responsibility for myself, thank you very much."
He snorts at that. She does take responsibility for herself. And Ray is notoriously bad at staying mad at her long enough to enforce a punishment.
His arms wind around her waist and pull her to his chest. She's still looking up at him with a soft smile, and he could drown in her eyes. He rests his forehead on top of hers and takes a deep breath, releasing it with a slow "fuuuuuuuuuuck", trying to slow his heartrate down. Her hands slide up his back before slipping into the ripped armholes of his shirt, pressing cold fingers against the skin of the small of his back.
Suddenly, he's aware of the fact that they are alone at his apartment. A fact that he'd been very aware of when he first opened the door to let her in earlier. He'd stared down at her with a goofy grin that she had reciprocated. No parents, no Aunts, no little brothers to interrupt them. No curfew. That's when Reggie's elbow had dug into his pec as he pushed Luke out of the way (read: into a wall) to hug Julie. There were, after all, still bandmates.
But no bandmates right now. And no place they need to be. His nose drifts down her temple as his hand drifts up to the nape of her neck, pulling her into a kiss.  Warmth spreads throughout his entire body, set aflame everywhere they touch. The kiss intensifies as she presses closer and his hands begin to wander.
She pulls away all too soon, her hand pushing lightly against his chest as he tries to follow. Breathing hard, he looks down into her eyes which are darker than they were before.
"I have class at 9am. We should probably go to sleep."
A groan leaves his body at the idea of stopping, but he knows school is important to Julie and it's her first week of classes.
"Okay, yeah. Let's go to bed."
A different type of thrill thrums through him. For the first time, Julie is going to sleep in his bed. She will be the first thing he sees in the morning when he opens his eyes. That's something he could get used to. He'd take Julie anyway he can. Tangling their fingers together he drags them back over to the bed. He goes to empty his pockets and he pulls out a car key.
"They were in today's pants??"
Julie snorts from where she is putting on a pair of his basketball shorts. "Did you forget you went to work today, too?" She shakes her head in amusement. Apparently he is more tired than he'd thought.
He lets out a small laugh as he shucks his pants and pulls his shirt over his head before climbing into the bed. (climbing down? it's so close to the floor!) She slides in next to him and he can't help but pull her close for another kiss. Now that he's laying down, exhaustion floods him. He pulls back and she's staring at him tenderly.
"Love  you."
"Love you too."
There's a soft smile before she is settling her head against his chest. He relaxes into his own pillow, sleep already trying to pull him under.
"Goodnight, Boss."
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autisticgayrambles · 2 months
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What did they put into the hazbin hotel soundtrack to make it damn addictive.
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theriu · 7 months
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Bro really coming out here defending the rich 💀
Amazing. I'm in awe of your ability to miss the point XD; Oh well. It appears numerous people did get the point, which was about understanding, being open to others sharing their joy with you, and not unilaterally pouring hatred on people based on wavering social criteria and misconceptions. Thank you all for your support ^^
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