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peachfruitcake · 11 months
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superanimepirate · 1 month
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Hey, uh, wtf???
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He's putting his scars back on?????????
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Oh I can't wait to see this cartoon body horror animated
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frozenwafflesagain · 1 year
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It’s my personal belief that after a few years spent in the apocalypse, Five started coming up with roasts to use on the rest of his siblings when he saw them again
And like yes of course it was a coping mechanism but it spurred him on to keep going — he couldn’t give up until he tore each of them to absolute shreds
But also I think it’s just objectively hilarious to think of Five at seventeen, at twenty-six, at thirty-four, at forty-eight, just stopping whatever he’s doing because he came up with a killer comeback and just HAS to write it down
“Omg Dolores can you imagine the look on Diego’s face when I call him discount Batman? That’s gonna be so funny”
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theflyindutchwoman · 2 months
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Okay I’m not 100% on this but
I’m pretty sure Lucy was wearing her Tim necklace during her exam 🥹
Which means she brought him with her.
I am normal about this
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She was! No joke, that was the first thing I noticed in that scene #priorities. And I love how you can really see it too. I know that she has been wearing it constantly but there's something that hits different in this scene. You are spot on, it feels like she brought a piece of him with her for comfort and support. And just the fact that she pretty much only wears this necklace now makes me all emotional.
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misschanandlerbong-3 · 7 months
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Y’all ever get a day where you just feel super fuckin queer?? Like, the queer is coursing through your veins? The history of the queers is manifest in the present, in your soul? No? Just me?
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my ability to post normally on this blog is back
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narbevoguel · 2 months
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People: "OMG they're officially dating!!"
Me, an intellectual: Wait, "freaky with Friday"?! Oh no, they're swapping bodies! Someone help em recover their respective bodies before Big Man finds out! He'll be so worried!😭😭
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rapidreptile · 3 months
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ruiner nergigante has been ruining my night (affectionately)
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gladlacks · 9 months
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How to count
The way modern humans count is inefficient and boring, to simple for humanity's own good, like the designs of modern companies like Pringles, therefore I've done some digging and discussing on how to count,
Example of bad counting
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I've found an old culture or people of somthin' like that and they have a way better and smarter way of counting
The better and smarter way of counting
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The system for this is that you take each finger, except of the thumb, on one hand and give it a value of 1, count each of your 12 fingerbones with your thumb so if you count with someone else they understand which number you're on, and for each time you're done with one hand you raise a finger on the other, giving it a value of 12, this way you can count up to 60, which i think is how the minute came to be.
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cowgurrrl · 11 months
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Unfortunately for you bitches I have come up with another plot point that is ✨devastating✨
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Managed to say two different embarrassing things yesterday without even realizing until later that they were embarrassing
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arcxnumvitae · 11 months
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🎥 for Eilidh
@soulsxng || A scene from my muse's life
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She waited until his breathing beside her evened out with the deep peacefulness of slumber. Waited some more. After several long moments had passed, Eilidh pushed herself up in the bed, ready to push her sheets away. She needed to move, before some small sound or movement woke her husband, but the woman found herself unable to keep from glancing down at him.
The flame-like flickering of his hair shone gently in the darkened room and its usual brilliance was quieted with his slumber. Her Aodh. Her heart hurt for what she was about to do, what it would mean to him, but as time passed she had begun to realize that she would not be able to give him the one thing he ever hoped to gain from her-- her love.
He would never demand it of her, no, but just the knowledge, the startling realization she had of her husband's feelings for her had been enough to feel an iron grip of panic over the woman's heart. The scariest part of it all was that Aodh himself seemed to notice at least to some extent as well. His actions had grown more grand, more overbearing as the days passed.
Was it cruel to stay knowing that she may never be able to return what he felt for her? Or was it crueler to leave as she was? Could she even be so certain that time wouldn't turn Aodh's heart, and that he also wouldn't feel the weight of his unreturned affections clouding his heart. What if...he turned cruel?
Her mind had long since been made up and Eilidh took what may be some of her final breaths of home. She would have to go somewhere he could not, or would not, retrieve her from. Somewhere that would be protected from the reach of a gentry of Seelie.
With her mind made up, Eilidh quietly slipped from their bed and disappeared into the night, leaving her husband behind slumbering peacefully.
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books-and-studyblr · 7 months
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I somehow started this chapter with my conclusion and now I’m working backwards and honestly I don’t know how we’re getting here but the conclusion is SICK.
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cherrypink-t · 2 years
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So, my voice dropped awhile back and it’s not super deep by any means but it definitely can’t go as high as it used to. Somehow my brain has yet to recognize this.
Last night I was in the kitchen watching what I would class as a very scary moth. It was as big as a hummingbird, very fast, and I was not a fan. So this moth suddenly turned, flew as fast as it could into the window, and hit it hard enough to make a noise.
My first instinct was to scream because I’m a coward when faced with insects but I just can’t anymore, at least I can’t scream like I used to. So instead I made a noise similar to a broken chew toy getting hit with a baseball bat, scared the shit out of my cats, and was sent into a coughing fit.
I can’t be the only person this happens to. I have no idea how to get it into my head that I just am incapable of such a high pitched noise anymore. Like, it’s always funny afterwards but in the moment it hurts.
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psychicbergara · 1 year
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idk why i suddenly thought of this but ryan thinking dicks are gross is more evidence that he's bi.. i'm right it's just the way it is alsdkjf
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Fun fact: you can grade all 60(ish) of your students’ papers in only four days if you just sell your soul, sideline your own work, and neglect basic necessities like food and sleep
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