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yuzuavenue · 5 months

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translation of yuzuru’s official announcement of his divorce

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greta--gill · 9 months

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people on the bird app saying that sonnett only came in to kill time and that it was a waste… please understand she literally plays the 6 for club LMAO like what?? also does anyone else remember the never-say-die 2021 washington spirit or??

#maybe instead of questioning skills and leadership of players we should remember that they’re supposed to be getting coach from their… yknow #coach #and people saying that you can’t have someone just for their presence??? kelley o’hara y’all #i’m just in disbelief #the sonnett dislike makes me so mad lmao #do better yall she is not the problem why are you logging on to say something so silly #uswnt #wwc23 #emily sonnett #kelley o’hara #i firmly believe the leadership for the ws2021 squad is what really led to that win - not necessarily that they didn’t have the skill witho #t kelley and sonnett but to be galvanized by veterans??#that’s what they need

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saturdaysmp3 · 1 year

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#I SEE LOUIS IN 2 WEEEKKSS #I CANNOT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#actually have no words #I’m just in disbelief #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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phaginof · 5 months

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that was just an hour of them going “wow they’re just like us :) except we communicate well and have a very nice relationship. what a good husband i am. now get over here so i can kill you with this hammer”

#i’ve exited the disbelief stage and now i’m just find #dan and phil #dan and phil games #dnp

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quisters · 6 months

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Arthur must constantly be passing out with his frankly atrocious lack of blood at this point

#malevolent #malevolent fanart #part 36 #part 37 #arthur lester #arthur lester fanart #Arthur Lester should be in hypovolemic shock rn #*slaps arthur* this bad boy can fit so much blood #and talk about a strong immune system #this man NEVER gets an infection #I could have executed this better but tbh this was just me farting around in procreate #quisters #these colors are nASTY #but so is this podcast so it works #oscar malevolent #john would hate this #as a nursing student this podcast’s logic really tests me sometimes smh #I’m having a hard time suspending my disbelief Harlan #comic

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unfortunate17 · 7 months

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LOOK AT THEM!!! LOOK!!! AT!!!! THEM!!!!!

This is courtesy of @grizviser (everybody welcome her back to the trenches 😌🫶)

#young royals #we’ve talked about nothing else all day I’m SCREAMING #Simon is just HAPPY TO BE THERE #Wille is in DISBELIEF #THEYRE FINALLY TOGETHER #wilmon

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adriancatrin · 7 months

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blue spirit.. thing?? idk

#my art #i’m really proud of the hair things representing the swords lol #imagine a modern zuko doing blue spirit drag #used reference for the body of the outfit #then promptly forgot about it /discarded it for the third drawing lol #the necklace is inspired by the shape of the top of the mask #zuko #blue spirit #avatar the last airbender #avatar the legend of aang #atla #did i actually just manage to do digital p well? world caught in disbelief and dismay. more at 5

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ickypuppi3 · 1 year

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be mine.

billy sighs. rests his forehead against the cool metal of his locker. tries to ignore the hum of people talking around him. holding hands. cuddling. it’s a shitty day. it’s a shitty day and billy knew it was going to be a shitty day before it even started.

he knew because he had been the one to say it. yesterday. to tell steve that they’re not- that billy doesn’t need to be treated like a fucking girl. that they’re just screwing around. that he doesn’t give a shit if steve wants to fuck someone else today.

that steve might as well go crawling back to wheeler because billy sure as shit can’t hold his hand or call him sweetheart in the hallways. that he gets enough heat at home without the whole of hawkins high knowing how much of a queer billy hargrove is.

and then billy had walked off. slammed the door behind him and gone home. had picked a fight with neil just to top it off.

all because he was scared.

is scared. scared of steve harrington with his preppy fuckin’ polos and dumb hair. his pretty eyes and pretty smile and ability to tilt billy’s world on its axis just by looking at him. scared that steve will get bored of him. that he’ll realise billy isn’t worth the effort.

scared.

billy sighs again. shuffles back slightly and glares down as he twists the lock. the door swings open and billy is halfway to grabbing the book he needs when something falls out. a scrap of paper. no bigger than the palm of his hand. a note.

it lands on billy’s boot.

he looks around. wonders who had felt brave enough- dumb enough to shove a note through billy’s locker on a day like today. he bends down. picks it up. reads the words in front of him.

quarry, 9.

there’s a little heart scribbled on the top right hand corner. billy traces the familiar writing with a thumb. feels that all too familiar feeling in his chest. he clenches his fist. hears the crinkle of paper as he does.

then he looks up again. into his locker. really looks, this time.

a pack of marlboro reds lay on top of his books. unopened. new.

next to those, something smaller. candy, billy realises. a sweetheart, specifically. the words kiss me etched in pink.

billy smiles. can’t help it, really. it’s restrained. barely there. just a small twitch of his lips but a smile nonetheless. his first smile of the day. credit to steve fuckin’ harrington and his inability to leave well alone.

billy smooths the note out. places it next to the reds. next to the heart. tries to tamp down on the butterflies swarming in his chest. he takes a deep breath before stuffing the cigarettes and note into his pocket.

his hand hovers over the sweetheart.

“hey.”

billy pulls his hand back. fast. as if he’d been burned. he looks to his left. locks eyes with the boy now standing next to him. feels his heart stutter. “hey.”

steve gives him a knowing smile. “good day?”

“no.” billy frowns. you already knew that. “pretty shitty actually.”

steve leans. folds his arms. “that bad, huh?”

better now that you’re here. billy swallows. turns away from steve. back to his locker. “did you want something, harrington?”

“nah, just..” steve smirks. reaches out. billy feels his breath hitch. steve’s smile gets wider. he flicks billy’s earring. once. before turning on his heel with a see you around thrown billy’s way.

a promise. something deeper to them but. casual. friendly to anyone watching.

billy watches him leave. wonders if steve might be okay with them having to do things differently. wonders if this might be enough for steve. for them. wonders if he could be enough for steve. hopes-

billy jumps when the bell rings.

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they meet up later. at the quarry like steve had said. neil under the assumption that billy’s seeing some girl. steve’s parents likely thinking the same.

billy feels as though a weight has been lifted as soon him and steve tumble into the back of the beemer. all cold hands and fumbling with belts. awkward limbs and steamed up windows. and billy lets it happen. lets himself be held. lets steve be sweet to him.

billy lets it happen. finds himself thinking that today might not be all bad. and that he might be more than a little bit in love with steve harrington. he pushes the second thought down. focuses on winding a hand into steve’s hair and sucking a mark into the soft skin just below his jaw, instead.

not all bad.

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later finds them huddled under a blanket in the back of steve's beemer. sharing a cigarette. marlboro. red. steve nudges billy after a few minutes. doesn't say anything just. nudges him. billy tilts his head to the side. gives steve a look. steve just looks down as his hand finds billy's under the blanket.

then he presses something small into the palm of billy’s hand.

billy raises an eyebrow in question but steve’s already looking away. staring out into the night. cigarette glowing in the dark. billy rolls his eyes. wiggles his arm free and holds the object up to the window to get a better look.

be mine.

he laughs. loudly. tries to hide the racing of his heart. calls steve a fuckin' cheese. and a sweetheart. waits until steve turns to face him again before pressing the candy to steve's lips and pulling him in to exchange kisses that are almost too soft. too sweet for whatever this is. whatever they agreed for this to be.

steve pulls back first. whispers against billy’s lips “hey, baby?”

“yeah?”

“happy valentine’s day.”

“…yeah.”

almost.

steve grins and reaches out to play with one of billy’s curls. billy laces their fingers together under the blanket.

or maybe it’s just right.

#billy ‘i’m too hard to love’ hargrove and steve ‘i’m literally so in love with you’ harrington #the queers are queering #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #my words #i was thinking of those love heart sweets we have here and found out sweethearts are a thing so here we are #i haven’t done my research so idk if they were a thing then but i assume they were #so #suspend your disbelief if you must #anyway #i think it’s fun to imagine steve’s biggest gripe being his sexuality crisis at the begging of them hooking up #but once that’s out of the way he’s just got billy on the brain #but billy’s problems come later when he has to be like #vunerable with his emotions #and he immediately tries to build the walls he knocked down back up #because it’s safer that way #but steve just won’t have any of it #yeah that #also he feels bad because steve can’t be all steve with him in public and it’s like #a thing #but steve finds ways to work around it

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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reverse isekai but it’s me at 6:45 pm in a car

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma archon quest, depictions of modern organized religion(none are specified, none are in great detail, but talks of restrictions within those are mentioned. it’s only one paragraph but still), this is unedited and with zero (0) plot to it :))

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taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky

your world is loud.

from the moment the favored could see it, this was clear. it was loud, filling with screaming machinery that left trails of dust and buildings so tall it made their neck hurt to view.

it was bright, with lights that shone through the darkest of nights, reflecting off glass and the speeding machines and reflecting reflecting reflecting back into eyes to sting. your sun is so harsh, so unpleasant and overbearing, hot instead of warm and burning instead of soothing.

it’s cluttered, wires suspending from towers and running along your roads. glittering signs point out things they can’t read, the sacred script only giving them a headache. at night, they can find no comfort in the stars, something that sends them into a panic the first time they see it. it’s not clouds, it’s not anything worldly blocking their view, it’s that they’re gone, the ones they can see washed out and faded. they wonder how anybody can live like this, and if you blessed them with a night sky of such beauty because yours was so…

they can recognize some of it, the plants and trees and flowers, wild or not, call to them in recognition, but so much is frighteningly new. the style of the clothing, the kinds of jewelry on the people you pass. try as they might, they can’t locate a single vision anywhere, not even on you. they wonder if people hide them, like during the vision hunt decree, but even at home you don’t reach for it, you start fires with odd devices and plants grow slowly, the air and stone unmoving to your desires. you spill drinks. you freeze water using more strange machinery.

it’s so strange, because they can feel your world brim with elemental energy. their vision beams, shining so brightly with all of the potential suspended in your world. no matter how poor their elemental sight, your world glows, the air itself carrying a blue tinge. they try, in a world without visions, to use theirs, and their power springs in an instant to their fingertips. it dances across their hands, enveloping when they barely intended for a small spark, a small flame jumping across the dry grass of unspent energy in your world. they extinguish it quickly, tightening their hand into a fist to stamp it out before they damage something, and something like awe shines in their eyes. there’s so much, their vision so eagerly lapping it up, and you.. don’t use it?

you have machines for everything, devices to harness the wind and waves, boats to travel across water at impossible speeds, strange flying machines that you can hear from the ground, mere specks in the sky, and yet… you have yet to capture them in their most essential forms. you speak of elements, sometimes, but you use different names and there seems to be many, many more. you say that the air holds ‘nitrogen’, that you seal things with foil of ‘aluminum’, and you even say that water itself is composed of ‘hydrogen’ and ‘oxygen’, something that they struggle to understand. how can water be made of something else? how can hydro users bend more than one thing to their will? how can anemo wielders command such a broad spectrum of things? you speak of other elements in the earth, and though some are familiar, such as iron and gold, others’ names hold no meaning. you say potassium is in fruit, that there’s multicolored rocks called bismuth and poisonous liquids named mercury. you say that there’s 118 elements, when all they’ve known is 7.

it takes them a while to come to terms with that one, and even then they settle on it being inherently outside of their understanding. after all, they are in a world crafted by a god.

speaking of..

there are multiple religions in your world?

and it’s not as if they’re different ways or interpretations of the same god, no, it’s entirely different ones. not in the ways of teyvat, where everybody’s aware of all seven and follows the one of their nation, not even that much. they’re wildly different, with different policies and ways of worship, some with multiple gods and others with just one. some are strict, ways of lifestyle chosen and laid out, whilst others are lax. and even within the same religion, it varies from one place of worship to another? somehow? some religions specify clothing, disallowing certain parts of the body to be exposed- which they can understand to an extent. it’s when they learn of religions that police love, ones that write in harsh lines where and when and who somebody can love, that they need to take a step away.

so many parts of your world are confusing. so bright, flashy, new, rumbling in the walls and barreling down the roads with nothing but a scream to warn. lights are everywhere, every sign and post and building vying for your attention. this they could understand, as who wouldn’t wish to be the object of your interest, but the most dizzying fact that they learn during their stay is that you are no different than anybody else. everybody is subject to these sights, everybody is pulled in by a particular shade or cut of cloth, everybody is startled by the bright lights and loud announcements. everybody. you’re lost in the ocean of people so different and yet endlessly identical, nobody’s eyes lingering on you or calling your name specifically. when you step into a crowd, nobody notices you, save for the select, precious few to whom you are known. you have to carve out a place in your world, go out of your way to make sure your name, your face, your interests are kept in somebody’s mind, and even then people dare to forget.

that’s the worst of all. overwhelming lights, sounds, smells: nothing. it makes sense that they’d be out of their depth in a world built for the divine. but to know that you’re not receiving any of the recognition you deserve, to know that nobody thinks highly of your work in teyvat, to know that you were kind enough descend and build yourself a new life amongst the world, and to share your creation across said world, only for nobody to appreciate it. nobody thinks twice. people dare to complain over something you’ve hand-crafted, over something that, even after completion, you revisited with a traveller, doing your best to save one sibling and fix the problems that had cropped up in your wake. you’ve done so much, you’ve cared after it so lovingly, and you boosted the power of some of those you granted a vision to. as somebody who had experienced this love first hand, the favored could not find the words to express their anger at the situation. your world was wrong, it was cruel, and though they found beauty in the most hidden of places, it didn’t change the fact that it didn’t love you.

it only strengthened their desire to take you back to teyvat, where you would be truly loved.

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perplexingly · 3 months

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When there’s no ugly makeup used for the Creature, nor does the actor portraying him attempt to have any uncanny body language but they still talk about how hideous he is 😞

#he looks like just a dude and has the voice of an angel you’re asking for a lot if I’m to suspend my disbelief with this #this is from the Frankenstein ‘epic romantic musical’ on vimeo #it’s interesting #all of the singers have truly incredibly beautiful voices #ESPECIALLY the monster if I heard him irl I’d submit all my earthly possessions to him in an instant #but I’m not sure if I enjoy the writing in this adaptation

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apaethy · 1 year

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i feel like for a show that has so many different characters that speak wildly different languages, they use way too few hand gestures to communicate. this is why they should’ve had an italian on board.

#1899 #netflix 1899 #LIKE??#there are sooo many phrases that are just completely incomprehensible #like french and polish characters talking to each other #THAT COULDVE WORKED WITH TWO HAND GESTURES #and it would be more believable #i loooove how they use such a variety of people in the cast and don’t let them just speak english #but it’s starting to be more than i’m willing to suspend my disbelief for #OR MAYBE IM REALLY JUST ITALIAN THAT NEEDS TO SPEAK THROUGH HANDS EVERY TIME #entry

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 11 months

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miles + looking at alex during photoshoots

#i could write entire essays about the way miles looks at him 🥺#there are just so many layers #so much love and deep affection and reverent fascination #so much joy #it’s like #you can literally just see the sheer delight and elation miles is feeling at being there with him #at knowing him #at the existence of their friendship #that wonderment and almost disbelief at the profundity of their connection #aghhhhh #i’m making myself emotional i’m going to stop now #milex #miles kane #alex turner #tlsp #the last shadow puppets #lulu posts

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singing-robot · 2 years

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oh hey btw when I make silly goofy headcanons about sans and papyrus not knowing stuff about each other, I’m not saying “oOoOoO they actively lie and hide stuff because they have secrets!!!!” I’m saying that I’ve lived with my brother for about 20 years and didn’t find out he has the soap-cilantro gene until a few months ago. He silently ate soap-flavored greens for 20 years and never said anything. I found this out at a restaurant when he mentioned it to a friend. Not to me, to someone else, because he never thought to tell me in all the 20 years we’ve been together. Do you know how long that is to know someone? Do you know how many meals we’ve shared that contained cilantro? Like yeah I know he hates mushrooms because he always complains and picks them out but the soap-flavored cilantro? Can you tell this bothers me? Can you tell I’m a little upset? I found out less than 6 months ago. You know, after living with him for about 20 years. (He never said anything because he doesn’t mind the taste. He said this while eating cilantro.)

“sans never tells anyone anything” is a bitter phrase uttered by a man who recently found out that his brother has been willingly eating soap leafs for the last 20 years.

#edit: ok to rb btw #singing robopinions #see part of the thing is that I DO NOT HAVE THE SOAP GENE. SO WHY WOULD I KNOW.#idk man it’s midnight and that memory just hit me so I’m running with it #i was literally in disbelief when he told me

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estravenlover · 15 days

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me interrogating neil gaiman with a single overhead florescent light: “why wouldn’t they know what sex is? how wouldn’t they know about sex? how could aziraphale and crowley do what they do and live for so long and not know anything about sex? do you also think they don’t know about drugs? or some of the naughtier curse words perhaps? WBRBEJRGWHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT—OF COURSE THEY DO DRUGS!”

#I’m sorry it’s just NOT REALISTIC TO ME #I can suspend my disbelief about magic but not when it comes to them knowing nothing about sex or romance #those of you who feel they are ace….. more power to you #but I think they have been alive for 6000 slutty years #my post #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens

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wonjns · 13 hours

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abs licking with shotaro or sungchan the other one goes to me you could only pick one

oh yes they’d absolutely love it too,, especially sungchan the way homie is always showing them off 😩😩

kinda wanna hear both of them let out those groany-laugh type beats while leaning their head all the way back as your tongue glides along those muscular torsos, feeling all the ridges of their toned abs and leaving wet kisses & hickeys all over their soft but firm skin just to rile them up. all right before unzipping and pulling down those pants…..

let me have shotaro pls👹

#😈flwr;thots #sorry i’m just still in so much shock & disbelief #wow😭#riize hard thoughts #kpop smut #riize

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frnkiebby · 2 months

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Jfc you guys.

How are we already close to the blogs next milestone. You guys are fucking awesome and i love you all but now i need to actually stop procrastinating and come up with another milestone idea/theme.

Have some fave frimages in return for being my favorite FellowWhores~🎃

(ps. lmk if this shit is annoying to you. i just like to talk and like i said, you’re never getting rid of me now, so buckle up fuckers and let’s get wrecked.)

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