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cokoweee · 15 days
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Ok ok as much as I love the noise I do not like whatsoever the hoops I gotta go through to get this exported to post. Anyways blah blah sumthin sumthin about this update
Oh yeah. Anatomy is a bitch and I hate it with every fiber of my being.
K bye bye 💃💃💃
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impishtubist · 3 months
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Someone give me that trend of dads shaving off their beards and their kids' reactions to it, except with Sirius and Harry.
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cult-of-the-eye · 3 months
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I need Sam to go through something horrific soon this curiosity needs to go somewhere
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goosin-around · 4 hours
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regina baby what were you smoking those eyes are RED
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tiredthistofor · 21 days
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Good news! My throat is better! Yay!
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fungi-maestro · 1 year
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Questionable Images - The Question #10 (1987)
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ricketyrackety-24 · 4 months
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Listen, I’m all here for Lewis and although the news almost sent me to the grave, am a Hamilton girly all the way.
But where is Carlos gonna go now???
Who the fuck is Ferrari going to prioritize???
If this is possible, could Ric make it to RB??? Are the possibilities endless????
What a way to start the season honestly
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subpixie420 · 8 months
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I was tortured
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mchiti · 1 year
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watching nazionale italiana or studying for the exam I have on monday i've been crying non stop on for 3 days
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i alwayswonder if srchehr ccna hear me laughing from the other room
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5judgements · 1 year
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@stingslikeabee​ asked:
“How about you and I? Are we gonna try again?”
   Another chilled night had fallen upon them, his eyes focused on the warm crackling embers of a fire keeping their room tolerable. It hadn't been a meeting born with any intention outside of being with one another, the proximity was enough for him, though he understands she wanted more. She sought to save his soul from the damnations of the empire, and he would struggle against her every attempt to do so, a condemned man weighed down by his self made chains. Dressed down in the oppressive armor of his station it is a bolstering focus for himself just who he was supposed to be, what he became.
   Melissa in her existence here, under a name not her own and sent on the whims of their rocky relations with Bhujerba, was an entangling mystery. Though the woman claimed no misguided intentions to be in Archades he couldn’t in his right mind, deny the impeccable timing of it all. Something in the way that her expression had changed when they first locked eyes upon one another, so many months ago now, had set him off. A red flag waving its fabled color of blood against the contrast of her alluring appearances; he was no fool, there was a feeling of the situation being incredibly wrong. 
   Bowing his head for a moment and running his fingers across the nape of his neck in a display of an exhausted mind, he is fairly aware of her moving around behind him, keen ears listening for the betrayal he figured was coming. That is all his life had ever amounted to. A countless occurrence of treachery, violence, death, he cannot afford to believe anything else. Stilling himself and glancing towards his helmet placed on the floor between his feet, Gabranth observes her reflection in the metal from where he’s sitting. 
   “How about you and I? Are we gonna try again?”
   She asks, and he doesn’t respond, watching the way that she stood like a wilted flower beyond him. There is a sadness settled whole into her voice that pierces through whatever remained of his heart.
   He doesn’t know what she wants from him, that he was entirely unable to give her an answer made his guts coil into knots. She continued to lie straight to his face and still, she wanted to make something of them? He could almost laugh at the absurdity of it, if he hadn’t been the one to agree in the first place, to meet her in the rented hotel room. Maybe it is an underlying seam in his armor that she is plucking upon to try and unravel his every defense, this ploy, these emotions, all her claims of innocence. 
   He doesn’t want to find evidence supporting otherwise, but it is beginning to eat him alive, that she might still stick a long blade into his throat. 
   “We can’t,” he finally answers her. 
   The words feel as hollow as his chest, a whistling gust of wind through his lungs releasing the syllables. His fingers feel numb against the gloves they are wrapped in and it seems like a waking dream when he reaches out to take the glaring helmet from where he’d set it. These motions are not his own, they belong to someone else, a monster puppeteering his every action and thought. He isn’t sure if there is a distinction between the two anymore, if he is even alive, or if this Gabranth had swallowed everything that made the flesh beneath the armor. It doesn’t seem an important tribulation enough to stop him from replacing the offensive grimace over his features.
   “You would do well to end this charade, before I do it for you.”
   He will leave with the wondering question, what had Noah seen in her, and have the answer before he steps foot outside the building.
   Everything.
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waugh-bao · 2 years
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menlove · 6 months
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I've never played a more perfect card in the 10 years I've been playing this game
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mikewheelerfan2022 · 1 month
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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to
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hycinthrt · 3 months
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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”
the flour massacre
these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood
evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing
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sergle · 10 months
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this tweet is making me choke to death
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