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garaks-padded-bra · 1 year
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winner of the clonefucking debate
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evilmacdennisevil · 1 year
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dee is 100% the most psychotic member of the gang but y’all aren’t ready for that conversation
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flowryluv · 11 months
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Lisa’s birthday countdown (15/15)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
Thank you for enjoying my stuff!!
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muchcelebrated · 4 months
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No because it’s the way Fagin tells him to run and he does but not to save himself. The thought doesn’t even cross his mind he immediately runs to the hospital. To Belle. Because “I had to see if she was alive.”
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crpingdeath · 1 year
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my mom has a scan tomorrow to evaluate where she’s at with her cancer so i’m praying and begging that she’s still in remission and i’m trying to be hopeful and positive but like my chest hurts my stomach hurts my head hurts
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victory-cookies · 15 days
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welcome to: was that a really good deal or a scam?
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elliebartlets · 1 month
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so much shit is going on with all sides of my family and I’m feeling very overwhelmed
#my grandfather is probably going to die within the year#and I walked in on my mom crying the other day about it#which made me sad and made it more real#cause it feels like it was a long time coming but also feels like it happened too fast#my great aunt has really bad problems with her hip and can’t get it replaced because she’s so old and had a stroke#so there’s a risk of putting her under anesthesia#and not only is she in so much pain and can barely move to eat or go to the bathroom#but she lives alone and her daughters who live near her won’t visit her!!!#she has a granddaughter who visits her the most but she’s also busy with work and her kid and stuff#I truly don’t know all the details but they’ve always been weird like the one daughter always accused her husband (her stepdad) of#“playing favorites” with the other daughter. and it’s like? get over yourself#I’d understand if my great aunt was a horrible mother or something but she doesn’t seem to be#plus she raised her granddaughter (one of her daughters kids) so the least that daughter could do is fucking visit her#idk I just feel so bad for her and hope she’s ok#plus there’s stuff going on with my brother which I’m not getting into on here#it’s just like all of this was slowly building up and it all crashed down at once#oh and my uncles mom died (not my grandmother or blood related to me at all) and my aunt will not go to the funeral cause my one uncles#sister is a total c u next Tuesday#like I met my uncles 2 sisters once 20+ years ago when I was in my aunts wedding#so I don’t remember them but everything I hear about them reminds me of the sopranos family#stereotypical new jersey Italian family that hates each other#like down to the siblings too. one sister who is insane and starts fights (Janice) and the other who is more “normal” who I don’t#hear about as much (baraba)#then you have my uncle who is very hot and cold like Tony soprano. plus possibly involved in the mafia or mob or something#I’m not overwhelmed by my uncles family/mom dying btw#it’s just some family drama that’s adding fuel to the fire of stuff happening#ANYWAY#breakdown/vent over! back to my assignments!#personal
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pineapple-lover-boy · 2 years
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I swear Bryce is just so incredibly beautiful. Often times I don’t have crushes on characters played by real people but she is it.
And I’m not saying this cause she’s played by a man and I have shown a love for feminine men on this blog.
Brandon plays his characters so well that I legitimately see her, Cathy, and Helen as women. All his characters share the same type of comedy and sometimes do or say similar things (first thing that comes to mind is a lot of his characters say “Well… shit” and runs when bested in some kind of way) but all of his characters have different personalities.
And now that he’s doing backstories for his characters, it only adds more to each of them.
What he does is a work of art and my favorite piece is the badass former CEO, Madame Ex-President, Bryce Tankthrust.
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etdraconis · 1 year
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( can my brain just stop, please? Like if I get one more intrusive thought telling me I’m annoying everyone and should never bother anyone ever again, while at the same time getting slammed with thoughts of my OC’s that I just want to talk about, I might actually scream )
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i think i‘m cursed to never have ayaka ㅠㅠ
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zootopiathingz · 1 year
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“I ship Connor with Markus” “but Connor and Kara are cuter” you FOOLS you can ship all three of them
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mrs-kelly · 2 years
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Ouch ouch owie :(
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Damn YT can sure take you down an evangelical conspiracy theorist rabbit hole huh
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willowfey · 10 months
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#i cannot even say how eager i am to live somewhere that is not right down the street from the hospital#i already have so much anxiety every time i pass that place but hearing the sirens constantly every single day.#it takes me like an hour to feel normal after i hear them#an hour after every unexpected phone call#an hour after my mom hears a siren and it gives her flashbacks which trigger mine#not to mention the road behind my house is this road where motorcyclists and cars decide they can go as fast as humanly possibly#so every night i hear them speeding by so fast and i have woken up to car accidents right behind my house#waking up to the sound of screeching metal and sirens the first week u live in a house rly sets u up for living there#not to mention the neighbour’s girlfriend’s ex stalks her sometimes and he’ll just Be Here Outside being weird#and i don’t trust the neighbour in general. since the day we moved in i haven’t trusted him#and then there’s the boys around the corner that always bring out their lawn chairs and shout things at me when i ride my bike past#plus the ppl in my neighbourhood have money and so a lot of them have sports cars that they drive too fast around corners#i just. i love my house i do. the inside of my house has gotten me through the hardest times of my life#but i do not feel safe or comfortable in this neighbourhood#why do the power lines buzz so loud every night#what is that godawful ringing that only me and my sister can hear on the other side of the street#idk there’s just smth Off about it here i need to leave but i’m so scared to leave my safe space behind too#this is the longest i’ve lived in a house in a Long time and we’ve changed it so much it feels like mine#i’m holding onto it but i’m so eager to go at the same time it feels so odd#anyway. could we start with no more sirens bc i’ve been sitting on the floor recuperating for the last twenty minutes#my anxiety is a million times worse than it was a few years ago and i’m so tired of being this person#i wanna feel safe in the world again
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faelapis · 11 months
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on a more positive note, the trans subtext with gwen is definitely intentional.
not just because of the “protect trans kids” thing in her room btw. there’s a few other moments like that as well. apparently the dad has a trans badge, i didn’t even see that part and i still caught the subtext.
but also, that shot you probably saw on twitter, where the trans colors are everywhere and the trans flag colors overlays in her hair?
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yeah that’s deliberate. i was skeptical but i’m convinced now. there’s no other shot like that in the movie. there’s no other time her hair is overlaid in an multicolored gradient like that. this movie plays with color a lot, but in every other shot, her hair looks normal and is just one color (plus the tips). this was very obviously deliberate as a shot to STAND OUT and display those colors. the dialogue in the moment is about her feeling like she has to hide who she is.
that’s beyond coding. that’s done with purpose. that’s done to be as obvious as they could get away with.
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peachesofteal · 5 months
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Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader
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“Are you sure it’s not too cold?” 
“It’s fine.” You glance down at Emmaline in the stroller, wrapped up in a blanket over her little winter jacket, fuzzy wool hat pulled down around her ears. “It’s not nearly chilly enough to be concerned. She’s probably overdressed, to be honest. In Norway, they leave babies outside to sleep in much colder temperatures.” 
“Why?” He keeps pace beside you, strolling along the park’s walking path leisurely, trying to keep his heart rate normal every time your hip bumps his thigh, or you nudge him with your elbow. 
“It helps their immune system, I think. Exposes them to the germs in their environment, allows them to build resistance, or something. Plus, the climate there is naturally cold? So, I think it helps acclimatize them. Pretty sure some people say they sleep better.” 
“That’s… brave of them.” He doesn’t know what else to say, he can’t imagine trusting the world enough to leave a baby, leave Emma, outside to sleep. 
“It’s different, I guess, when you have a ‘village’,” you use air quotes around the word village, and regret flashes across your eyes. “when you trust your community. Rely on them.” He doesn’t expect the longing that rings in your voice, the doleful, twisted tone of loss, a mournful sentiment that has him nearly pulling up short, slowing to a stop to tilt his head in consideration, his eyes above the mask zeroed in on yours until you’re giving him a meek smile and shrug. “Anyway,”
“Sweet-“ 
“I feel like we’re always talking about me or Emma. How about you? How was your week?” You pause, something occurring to you, pushing your lips forward with curiosity. “I know you said you travel for work, but I don’t think you ever told me what you did?” Shit. He’s not ready for this. He tries to recall how he practiced it with Johnny, the words that they agreed upon, the approach he would take. 
“Ye gotta make it sound at least somewhat normal, LT. Make her feel safe about it.”
“’m not goin’ lie to her.” 
“It’s not lyin’. Just, use the official language. The propaganda stuff, y’know.” 
He knows what he’s supposed to say, the lengthy spiel about ‘managing global conflict’ and ‘identifying and neutralizing domestic and global threats’, the words Johnny had suggested, but instead, what comes out is; “I’m uh, in the military. In a multi-national spec ops task force that focuses on counter terrorism. We operate from of a base just outside the city.” The park bustles around the three of you, runners and walkers circumventing where you’ve slowed to a crawl on the crushed gravel path, families tugging at one another, boys and girls hopping with excitement over promises from their parents. 
“That’s… interesting.” You say the words slowly, like you’re mulling them over, considering them. “Is it dangerous?” 
“Only sometimes.” You raise an eyebrow like you don’t believe him, skepticism plain as day, and he concedes. “It’s not a desk job, but I’m very good at it.” He wants to reassure you, desperate to keep the hope alive that’s been building in his heart for you, needs you to feel safe with him. The water is in sight now, ducks and swans floating on top of the glass like surface, waiting for their offerings that come from so many that frequent their little lake, every day. You motion to an empty bench, turning the stroller in it’s direction, his breath still caught in his chest, lack oxygen starting to make him feel woozy. Say something. Say anything. 
“Emmaline’s dad had a dangerous job too.” You unbuckle her from the stroller, cradling her in your lap as you nestle into one end of the bench, eyes fixed on the group of ducks closest to the shore. “And he was good at it.” 
“Is that how you lost him?” He concludes softly, the question as gentle as he can voice it. You don’t look at him, but he can see the change in your face, tears welling at the corners of your eyes, posture curling over your baby. 
You only nod, but it’s enough. Enough for him to slide a little closer, pressing the outside of his leg to yours. Enough that your free hand wanders, fingers brushing against the fabric of his jeans, your face lifting from the water to his with a question. 
“Can you hold her? While I get the biscuits?”
“Of course.” You shift her into his arms, and he straightens her so that she’s sitting up against his chest, crook of his arm supporting her head, other hand flush with her belly. You rummage inside the bag that’s shoved under the stroller, Emma’s backpack, and she coos at you from Simon’s arms. “Is that your mum?” He murmurs, and she gurgles something in response, a happy string of sounds that has his heart warming inside his chest. “Yeah, that’s her huh?” You straighten, bag in your hand, watching him and Emma, sad expression turning beatific, bittersweet smile pulling at your lips. 
“Come on.” You don’t reach for the baby, instead motioning for Simon to follow you, trusting him to carry her down behind you, to hold her as you as break up the little pieces of biscuit. “I promised her some ducks.” 
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