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stilinskiderek · 1 year

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all you have to do is keep it running. just keep it going.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 6 months

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what if he fell first... but she fell harder... but by the time she fell, he can't imagine life without her... and he'd rather have her as a friend than risk losing her entirely... and she never felt the same way and he doesn't want to scare her away... so he holds back on pursuing his feelings... meanwhile she finally likes him like he likes her... but he's trying to keep things platonic because clearly that's what she wants... so she's trying to keep things platonic because it seems like that's what he wants now... and he's mourning a love that he thinks can never exist... and she's mourning a love she thinks she's too late to create... and both of them are hopelessly stuck in this imaginary friend zone and have to pretend their every move around each other isn't a thinly veiled love confession... all the while feeling guilty for clandestinely pining for someone they think only wants to be their friend... and they waste so much time that could be spent honestly loving each other because they're bending over backwards to make sure the other person is comfortable and act like they're comfortable with it... when they really want the same thing... but they both sacrifice that desire... because they'd rather have each other and make each other happy than risk losing each other... WHAT THEN

#had this thought at 11:25 pm and began gritting my teeth and smacking myself in the face with a pillow #shipping #ship tropes #otp #he fell first she fell harder #tropes #writing #you probably know EXACTLY who this is about #sabezra #ghostflower #cygnet scholar #otp: i remember my friends who get it #otp: maybe you need some normal friends

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ovalitana · 2 months

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bite

#hazbin hotel #art #artwork #hazbin alastor #hazbin sir pentious #radiosnake #radiosnakechild #the fact that my otp is not popular does not mean it sucks #fight me #sir pentious #alastor #radio demon #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel fanart #teeth

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ohmygodthemuppets · 1 year

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“We also like to kiss our kin, cmere give me a kiss”

(Interview where this happens)

#I AM DEAD AND IN THE GROUND #WHEN I TELL YOU MY FACE WENT BLANK #DR PEPPER IS REAL WITH A LIVE ZOOT REACTION?#dr teeth and the electric mayhem #muppets mayhem #dr teeth #the muppets #muppets #lips #zoot #floyd pepper #otp: dr pepper

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kirbypegasister · 10 months

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Floss Toss!!

Sick of not seeing them on this site its driving me bonkers so I'm back again with some dr. pepper drawings + memes I've made

#muppets #muppets mayhem #dr teeth #floyd pepper #dr pepper #otp: dr pepper #myart #bro my drawings are so inconsistant its killing me #hoping my art encourages more people to post their ship art #first image: teeth told one too many yo mamma jokes

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consistencydotcom · 7 days

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Guess who's backkk

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soulsoffairlight · 6 months

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They are sooo sleepy

#the muppets #muppet fandom #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #muppet mayhem #lips muppet #fandom ships #i ship it #ship art #otp: private jam session #metal pipe asmr #lips x zoot #zoot muppet #fanart #fandom art #ibispaintx #ibispaint art #made in ibis paint #my artwork #my art

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cingulata · 5 months

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a Smooth Jazz kiss that we never got to see

#but it'll live rent free in my head forever #love it when the puppeteers say “now kith”#muppets mayhem #behind the scenes #the electric mayhem #zoot #zoot muppet #dr. teeth #otp: smooth jazz

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dylanconrique · 17 days

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‼️💡 (ʘ_ʘ) SCARY THOUGHT (ʘ_ʘ)💡‼️

lucy getting fatally injured and tim pleading with her the same way she did when he ended things with her, and repeating that same phrase through tears as she's bleeding out, like "don't do this. please, don't do this. don't leave me."

#*carly catalogs #LISTEN IK SHE'S NOT A DAMSEL BUT IDC I WANT HER TO GET HUUURRT!!!!! WTH LOTS OF BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!#ALL SO I CAN WATCH THIS MANS TEARS STREAM DOWN HIS FACE FASTER THAN NIAGARA FALLS #*GRITS TEETH* I WILL BREAK THIS MAN IF IT IS THE LAST!!! THING!!!! I DO!!!!!!#lmaooooo it's almost 5am and i can't get any sleep thanks to this soreness in my ribs from that damn car accident #just imagined lucy lying across his lap and like.... spits up a little bit of blood or something sending him FUCKING SPIRALING 😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧#the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well

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hiskillingjar · 1 month

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omg i'm getting the domestic strade worm in my brain now.......do you have any thoughts on it? i'd love to read them :)

GAHHHHH HEADS IN MY HANDS whyyyyyy why would you let me think about this

fine. take my deeply self indulgent and insane domestic strade/mc (meeeee :3) headcanons/plans if i ever fucking write it

so like. the underlying thesis of the domestic dynamic is "the worst possible family you could think of"

as mc gets integrated into the existing strade/ren dynamic as it is, they basically become this. caretaker for the two of them

they cook (or help ren to), they clean, they...relieve stress, they help out with streams

as a side, i'm a video editor as a hobby so i like to imagine editing strade's streams into liveleak videos because i'm #insane <3 (better than being an occasional star though)

strade basically views them as a demented little housewife who talks back sometimes but is generally pretty whipped (and a total suck up)

and they're good at it too! they're learning how to speak german, they know how to cook his favourite meals, they don't even complain when he drinks too much in front of the tv after a late night (and he has a lot of them)

they're even sweet enough to sit in his lap and keep quiet when he does! how cute <3

(definitely goes upstairs and fucks them after a good night in the basement. it's unfair to waste his urges, after all <3)

ren is pretty hot and cold with mc so their dynamic is either bad (being jealous of the new toy) or "good" (them fucking in the ickiest fauxcest kind of way)

and like. time goes on and strade ages out of streaming, giving ren the chance to take over while he manages things

ren's ecstatic about this and develops into 'fox' very quickly. making his master so proud <3

and mc is past the point of any kind of saving and likes their role too much anyway, and strade stepping down lets him focus on the two of them!

sooooo all and all, after however many years, mc is still the mommy caretaker for the two, ren is the provider and strade is the daddy looming patriarch who keeps them both whipped and fuck drunk and happy

they're like a hideously fucked up kind of family <3

oh also cannibalism happens. just super casual like.

#covers my face and slides away #otp: he'll keep you forever #grease trap #cannibal teeth #qs

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litlunacy · 2 months

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Had to go back and smooch the wife in the moonlight.

I love the soft way they smile at each other.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach x tav #oc: marika #rotting all my teeth with this sugary fluff #otp: ForestFire

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stilinskiderek · 1 year

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where I needed you, and I need you still

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kyraxyrespace · 7 months

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#rainbow high #rainbow high gifs #Kyra's gifs #my otp #Kyra's otps #gabriella x finn #Icy Waters #Rainbow High Gabriella x Finn #gabriella icely #finn rosado #RH forgets Pacific Coast High exists except for Finn #these two are so cute my teeth are rotting

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ohmygodthemuppets · 10 months

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Yayyy it's finished

#two versions cause i hated the red #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #muppets mayhem #the electric mayhem #the muppets #muppets #floyd pepper #dr teeth #my art #art #otp: dr pepper #dr pepper

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jiilys · 2 years

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“Where’ve you been?” Ron demanded, towering over her library table.

Ginny gestured at the piles of books around her, “Are you having a laugh?”

He shoved a mostly empty vial at her, “Drink this.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked.”

She looked at Hermione standing behind him, ready to raise her eyebrows, roll her eyes, but Hermione was chalk pale, biting her lip. Nodded once wordlessly.

“What’s going–“

“Gin,” Ron’s voice, a knife edge giving way to something else. Pleading. Asking with just her name. Hermione was trembling, and he reached out to grab her wrist. Ginny took the vial and finished it, honey-sweet all the way down.

“What was that for?”

“Harry’s gone and Malfoy’s trying to get death eaters in the castle.” Ron said, in a rush.

She felt her stomach drop through the floor, “What?”

“We think–“ Hermione added, “We think he’s trying to get people in the castle.”

“Hermione–“ Ron started, annoyed.

“Oh, I know, but–”

People breaking into Hogwarts. Everything she’d ever been told made this impossible: evil, here, unimaginable. But sometimes what you are told is not what you know (wet chamber floor, bored voice, the fear all through her body like blood). Unthinkable things were close all the time.

“Where’s Harry?” She demanded.

“Left with Dumbledore”

“Where?”

“Didn’t say”

“And you let him go?”

“It’s Dumbledore.”

She felt like the world was rushing toward her at speed, her body a riot of goosebumps. Unbelievable, ridiculous, and yet things always were until they happened. Until they were in front of you.

“When– what now?”

“We have a plan.” Ron said, grimly, “Or, Hermione’s got one. Don’t you?” He turned to her, still gripping her wrist without realising. Hermione bit her lip, nodded.

/

Outside the room of requirement, where once she’d been fourteen and blowing the doors off the place, now crouched against the wall with her brother and Neville, looking for that blonde piece of shit. Her pulse throbbed, almost painfully, in her neck, and yet she was bored enough to be counting cracks in the stone below them. Nineteen so far.

Ron was squinting at the map (dumb memory of a different life: sat against the greenhouses, watching the dots move, cursing the twins - every swearword she knows - for not showing her first, Harry laughing, the long line of his throat)

“He’s got to be in there, he’s not bloody anywhere–“ Ron muttering, hunched over. Beside him, shoulder to shoulder, was Neville, jaw set, turning the DA coin in his hand. He hadn’t needed anything to follow them. Only Harry told us.

It had barely been a half-hour, yet a minute was forever. It was the waiting that had real teeth, that’s what she’d learnt after everything. Every second, wondering if Hermione had found Snape, if Luna had, where Malfoy was, and mostly just thinking how Harry had left, how he’d left without seeing her, how he’d given all his luck away.

A crack, like lighting hitting the floor, and the hall was full of the kind of darkness that had been seeping out from under the twins room all summer, (hitting the windows in the hallway, tail of the cat disappearing into Percy’s old room, mum yelling up the stairs). Dread runs through her like water, corrosive and immediate, and Ron is yelling as the darkness becomes total.

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Her mouth tastes metallic like she’s been sucking on a knife, but she still can’t stop her lip from bleeding. Every curse is a near thing. Flash of purple light just past her, Lupin deflecting it, throwing a body-bind back in that direction. Horrible fireworks, everywhere, and she ducks in and around, slamming Melveik again the wall and another guy she recognises only from wanted posters. All she can think, with every miss, is that everyone doesn’t have this, and Luna is in front of her, luckless, blonde hair pale as chalk.

Wand in her hand darting everywhere, flashing and flippant, all that practise. She can see a body in the far corner but can’t quite fight her way over (orange light, pulled back by Hermione), and it’s all she can do not to shut her eyes and will it to be anyone, anything, but someone she loves. Furious, sickening (duck under rock fall, block curse headed to Flitwicks left) how death was everywhere, right here, this close to the people she loves, and it’s all in her head (flick wrist, reducto) but her ankle is singing like she never left the Department of Mysteries, like she’s still sinking to the ground, gritted teeth, sick with losing.

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Amycus, singing , “Crucio… Crucio…” red flashing like sick Christmas lights, and Felix is good but it can’t be forever, she knows it can’t. She can’t miss them all, quick but not enough, furious spell work nothing against a grown adult, here for blood, here for Dumbledore, here to kill her.

“Impedimenta!” and she turns so quick to his voice she doesn’t even see the curse hit. Harry, wand out, wrist twisted, blue veins up his arm exposed, alive, alive, alive.

“Where did you come from?” She says, unable to think of anything else. Without replying he sprinted off, narrowly missing collapsing rock, tearing down the corridor to some other dangerous thing.

A man who was in jail when she was born and had tried to cut Neville’s neck not ten minutes ago was across the hall: long grey hair, bloody arm, sick grin on his face, raising his wand at Harry’s back .

“Diffindo!” She shouts, glass rains from the window above him. He yells, collapses under it, and she twists her wand wordlessly, forcing the glass further through him. A scream, and everyone is yelling, the place a mess, but she can hear that scream arch over everything like a spell, like a song.

She hadn’t wanted just glass, she’d wanted more pain, thinking of pushing Neville out of the way of that flash of black light, how it had torn through the wooden banister like ribbon. Thinking of Harry’s running back, the wand raised at it. She could say an unforgivable, thinks about it, forms the words. She doesn’t, because people are around, and Amycus is coming too, aiming for Ron, and she stuns him and dodges a flash of blue light and thinks, all the time, of Crucio, of pain, of how its the one thing she can name stronger than fear.

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Even the sight of Harry’s back was unbearable, hunched over, his shirt torn through the shoulder. Nobody moved, even the people crying were holding their breath, waiting for the next beat, for Dumbledore to shake himself right, sit up, fix it. The world was a wrong thing. Harry had to get out of here. Here, where death could touch him, where Dumbledore’s body was proof.

She moved past Hagrid and gripped Harry’s fingers, pulling him up, whispering. He followed blindly, leaning toward her voice. Dumbledore’s body twisted on the ground, and everything was unraveled and fucked and finished, but if she kept walking and shut her eyes there was only her footsteps, the cold wind, Harry’s hand. The pulse thudding dully in his wrist, scar on his palm, I must not tell lies. Only she could, actually, all she wanted. Dumbledore was not dead, she dreamt it. Bill was just as he was before, unkillable like all older brothers. Tom Riddle was a far away dead thing. Harry would never let go of her hand.

#hinny #hinny fic #harry potter #ginny weasley #carolineswritingtag #literally this whole thing is just them turning toward each others voice without thinking.... my sunflowers #did absolutely no work today but ginny weasley demands attention... thinking of when diarygirls said she was the original diary girl......#like yeah. and because of that shes the only one that can appreciate how that school is not safety - how it has its teeth out for you #otp: several sunlit days #the stupidity of using that tag on this Angsty 15-yo type fic........... my dumb mind......

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consistencydotcom · 6 months

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What i bring to the table

#balls #the muppets #muppets #the electric mayhem #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #muppets mayhem #lips #zoot #lips muppets #zoot muppets #muppets fanart #the muppets fanart #my art #doodles #otp: private jam session #zoot x lips #private jam session

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