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mrvenuzpluto · 3 months ago
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The Relays
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Im all da way back at it!
Gettin my dough
Focus on go
Pockets on swole
Movin on low
Peepn my foe
Quiet but not slow
Up in those guts
44 on the tuck
Countn those bandz
While she play wit my nutz
Got her out her jiggin
She realer than most
Cross me wrong
Hell 2 da naw
She kno da scor!
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disekatommyriouchos
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claudiecool · 2 years ago
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Team Hustlers Win Kakata 3x3 Open Run
Team Hustlers are on a mission to become the National 3×3 Champion. They qualified to the maiden event by winning the Kakata Open Run Tour. 3×3 Liberia is a new brand in the local basketball community. The brand looks to promote 3-on-3 basketball as a world class event in Liberia. As you may remember, their first event was the Monrovia Open Run which saw Flight Nation and Ladies Lioness winning…
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dripflyoz5 · 5 months ago
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The Best Open-Ear Headphones for Comfort, Safety, and Performance
Open ear headphones are the excellent choice for daily use, outdoor activities, and exercises because they provide the optimal blend of comfort, safety, and performance. Open run technology is used by bone conduction headphones, such as the Drip-Fly OZ5, to provide excellent sound quality while keeping your ears alert. These real wireless headphones offer a long-lasting earphone experience with IP68 protection for durability in any environment, whether you're searching for bone conduction earphones for running, waterproof earphones for swimming, or headphones for gym workout.
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hellenhighwater · 3 days ago
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A note, because not everyone knows this: if you're driving and another driver flashes their brights at you, this is a signal to be on alert and slow down. There may be debris in the road, a cop out of sight, or an animal crossing ahead of you. (Or, alternatively, your brights are on and they're getting blinded.) Whatever the reason, it's a signal that you need to focus and reduce speed. And possibly turn your own brights off.
This PSA has been brought to you by the four fawns and does that ran out in front of me at various points on my drive home.
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Let's court death with mama!
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juuxzi · 4 months ago
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will you save me a dance?
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vartoids · 6 months ago
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girls dorm bathroom before the banquet !
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cowboydio · 2 months ago
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SBR anyone? (I’m so excited!)
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SBR anyone? (I’m so excited!)
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r-h-e-t · 12 days ago
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(Deltarune Chapter 3 Spoilers)
So. About Ramb.
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Excerpt from the "Grillby's Rogues' Gallery" Newsletter comic:
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I can't even begin to guess at the implications of this.
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pearwaldorf · 2 years ago
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This is some cold-ass shit. As President, Biden has to say something. But he can say it in a way that says nothing and everything.
I want to shake the hand of the staffer that wrote this because this is absolutely fucking superb.
I know we (in general but especially neuroatypicals) prefer things to be clear and straightforward. But occasionally, you can do things in full view of the world like this. And that's kind of incredible.
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appaeve · 1 year ago
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homesick
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prlssprfctn · 5 months ago
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Damian wakes up, startled. He doesn't remember what he saw in his dreams, and he is not sure what caused him to feel so anxious, but he knows what to do. The routine is easy and comforting; he just needs to find his brother Jason. So, he goes.
His bare feet against the cold floor is soundless, making no sound, and he keeps rubbing his eyes until he sees one of the doors open. It must be Jason. He always keeps the door of his room open, just in case.
There is a dim light in the room, a small lamp on the desk, where the stakes of paper are stored, and Jason is here, as tall and huge as always, tapping on his feet in an attempt to concentrate, while twirling a pen between his fingers. He is either reading or working on something else: writes down memories, afraid of them slipping away due to the Lazarus Pit hammering in his temples all the time.
Damian yawns and steps closer, tapping on his back.
'Akhi Jason,' he calls hoarsely. The body freezes, almost surprised — he is not supposed to; Jason hears him from the corridor, even if he is the most soundless kid in the whole world. 'I want to sleep.'
He never says he sees nightmares or that he is scared — just that. It always works.
Expect, this time it doesn't.
'What did you say?' Brother asks, his voice sounding so unusually stiff.
'Jason,' he repeats, more irritated this time. 'I said, I want to—'
When Jason turns around, Damian instinctively staggers back, his eyes widening.
The man in front of him is not Jason.
And for a second, Damian is panicking, until-
Until he doesn't remind himself that he is not home anymore. He is in the Wayne Manor, with his father.
With his father that looks exactly like his brother, only older, without scars, marring his face, and without a white streak that makes him look like a bird.
'Damian,' his father calls, slightly shaken. 'How do you know Jason?'
He swallows down. He is not supposed to tell about his brother. They instructed him not to.
But father has a familiar desperation in his eyes, the same one Jason had, when he was pacing around the room, muttering something incoherent, the cut out from newsletters photos of Bruce Wayne with Tim Drake in his hands, and-
And Damian shrugs.
'He is my brother,' he says, almost too innocently; because if he is going to be clueless about it, then what others will have to tell him? 'He stayed with a grandfather. It is a shame.'
Almost as if he doesn't understand what all of this implies.
'I was sleepy,' he adds. 'And got confused. My apologises, father. I shall return to my bedroom.'
Bruce stares, stares, and stares. And then, rubs his face with his hands, exhausted.
'I'll tuck you in. Let's go,' and a second later, with his voice sounding so familiarly small, just like how Jason's sounded when he first acknowledged him as his brother, he adds: 'Can you tell me more about your brother, Damian?'
And Damian tells him, of course.
He is not surprised to see the result of his work the next week.
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xaistolis · 1 month ago
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An art request from an awesome mutual on Twitter!! They asked for shadowvanilla and I PROVIDE
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sunseed-fandump · 1 month ago
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Princess Contest
Ko-fi
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redsea8me · 1 month ago
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I genuinely can’t think about her w/out getting so so sad
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juuxzi · 4 months ago
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NEVER ON THE SAME PAGE ☀️
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cookiecrushed · 24 days ago
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The real guy is actually worse somehow
(Based on a tiktok request)
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