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baby

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Heated gaming moment.

Here’s my entry for @maddox-rider‘s Draw This In Your Style challenge! The AU is about Dan, an introverted gamer, who meets Phil, an extroverted photographer, and as they fall in love they try to show each other the beauty in the virtual world VS the real world. Here’s a sweet moment of Dan completely losing his temper and Phil still being completely infatuated with him. So like… in real life.

maddox’ artwork  |  art insta

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Dear Leo , i hope ur doing okay , as you know , us dannies , are in need of his beauty , our hearts are shattering after the long hia**s so if you , our kind hearted saviour , the one who keeps all the embarrassing and cute pictures , don't mind my request , then feed us daddy . - ur fellow follower <33

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travel the world with me 🗺

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<3

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One thing I knew I would miss was my pillow from bed, so I brought it with me!

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squishy

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rare dan and phil photos (1/?)

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gen z culture is being asked by a gen x if u want kids and 97% of the time you’ll hear “oh hell no kids are so annoying” coming from a kid themselves

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Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

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King of Hell - Great entrance

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every inch of you is perfect, from the 

to the 

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forgot to post this here!!! speedpaint vid  (ofc i forgot to record sm parts again) 

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Midoriya: So Kacchan’s doing the right thing instead of the selfish thing? [looks at Kirishima in betrayal] You did this to him.

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wow now thats dedication

Three Years

I had the same English teacher for my three years at middle school. I’ll call her Mrs. M. This information is important in what you are about to read…

We were writing our first essay in our middle school years and I got to the end of the paper pretty quickly. My classmates were still fairly behind, so I had some time to kill. I went through my essay, carefully proofreading it, and when I reached the conclusion, I noticed the perfect spot for a pun.

So I, of course, inserted it.

We got the papers back a week later. I would’ve had a perfect score, but my pun was apparently "too informal", so I was docked two points.

Me, being the tiny sixth grader I was, decided to fight back. So the next essay we wrote, I inserted two puns. I was docked two points again. The essay after that I wrote three puns and was docked two points. This kept going throughout the year, and every time Mrs. M saw me she would sigh and usually smack her forehead. I was up to twelve puns on the last paper when the year ended.

During orientation before seventh grade, I was with my older brother (I’ll call him R). We chanced upon Mrs. M when I came by to pick the syllabus up for my science class. I remember their conversation because R had Mrs. M the three years he was at middle school too and was all awkward because he didn’t know how to speak to her. Mrs. M commented on how "Smart and creative" I was in her class, how I "most certainly think outside the box" and how she "hopes my next teacher can adapt to my lack of informality in my writing". I was smirking behind R as they were talking because I had already gotten my schedule. I was in her class. She didn’t know what was about to hit her.

Lo and behold, the first day of school right before the bell of third hour, I walked into Mrs. M’s room. She didn’t notice me because she was talking to another student, so I just sat down in my seat and waited for class to start (reading my book, because I was/still am pretty antisocial). The bell finally rang and she got to the H’s. She read out my name like she would every single time last year and when she got a good look at me, she stumbled back with a gasp (please keep in mind that I was about 4′8′’ and donned extremely large, baggy clothing because my parents expected me to grow a lot like R did when he was my age).

“Hello, Mrs. M. I hope you can adapt to my lack of informality in my writing.”

“Not again.” Mrs. M said before continuing roll-call.

When we had our first essay of the year, I wrote thirteen puns instead of starting over. I got to watch as Mrs. M graded my paper–I could tell it was mine because she kept throwing murderous glares at me throughout the thing–and I got the same score as always.

By the end of seventh grade, I was up to thirty-two puns (it was getting very hard to insert them, I had to extend my paper a couple extra pages to find a way to put them all in). But still, the same score as always.

I apparently got popular within the staff room because one day in the middle of the year a couple teachers that had the hour off came to watch me insert twenty-eight puns into an essay about school uniforms. The teachers loved me, whenever I walked past them in the hallway I would get a cheerful hello and a question about what number of puns I had on my next essay.

Eighth grade started and I walked into my first hour class–Mrs. M’s English class. This time she just sighed and looked as if she had already given up. "Morning, Hosler.“

"Hello, Mrs M. I hope you can adapt to my lack of informality in my writing again.”

“Just go sit down, Hosler.”

By the second week of eighth grade, there was an official count of the amount of puns due on my essay. The little news show we had in my school even had a two-minute interview with Mrs. M and I, and all the other teachers were laughing their a**es off in the background. I was now known as the 'Legendary Pun Maker’ around school.

Que the last essay I had in middle school. Except, instead of one essay, I technically wrote two. In one copy, I had a total of fifty-one puns and it ended up being twenty-three pages long. In the other copy, I had no puns and it was two-and-a-half pages long. I handed in the second copy but carried around the first.

Now, let me tell you what the topic of this essay was about. The founding fathers. For those of you Hamil-fans (like MEEEE), you may have noticed the fifty-one puns. I thought that was perfect. For those of you who are not Hamil-fans or do not memorize the entire musical (I have no life), here are the lyrics (and a funny ten second video to go along with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzOCrOn4nBY):

“[About the Federalist Papers, there were supposed to be twenty-five] In the end, they wrote eighty-five essays, in the span of six months. John Jay got sick after writing five James Madison wrote twenty-nine Hamilton wrote the other fifty-one!”

We had to go to a stupid assembly before we could leave. At the very end, right as we were standing up, Mrs. M grabbed the microphone.

“Hosler, show me your actual essay with your fifty-one puns! You can’t leave without it!”

“What if I don’t have one?” (I was shaking like a leaf in a tornado while I said this, but you can’t blame me because I have anxiety and LITERALLY EVERYONE WAS LOOKING AT ME)

Mrs. M just looked at me disbelievingly.

I walked down the bleachers from the very top (I regretted sitting there as soon as she said my surname) and pulled my folder from my bag.

“It’s twenty-three pages long. I shall see my grade by next week.”

With that, I left the assembly with thunderous applause surrounding me.

The very last essay I did in middle school contained fifty-one puns, twenty-three pages, and the ending sentence, "Just as the author wrote fifty-one puns on their last essay of middle school, Hamilton wrote the other fifty-one out of eighty-five Federalist Papers after John Jay and James Madison wrote thirty-four.“

I got a perfect score. Plus two points of extra credit for "an abundance of creativity, even if the style of writing is informal.”