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Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

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Happy Birthday David 🤧❤️

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Me when

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GUESS WHO?

OMG NO WAYYYYY

ITS THE DUDE

THE SILLY LITTLE GUY

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SHOOTING GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 STARTS IN JANUARY 2025!!! WAHOO! ❤❤❤🥳🥳🥳😍😍😍

(from)

(Can I get a wahoo? :D <3)

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It would appear that I do

PSPSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPS

SUP HOE

You need this shirt

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KOSA IS BEING PUSHED FOR REAL THIS TIME

‼️URGENT: KOSA has been officially introduced in the House as of today.

We need to spread the word on social media and urge people to send emails to Congress through stopkosa.com.

• There will be a hearing on Wednesday (17th April) where KOSA, along with some other bad internet bills, like the Protecting Kids on Social Media Act could be pushed.

• We will be having a calling day on TUESDAY (16 th April) to make clear to Congress that there is still a ton of opposition to these bills. https://energycommerce.house.gov/posts/chair-rodgers-and-ranking-member-pallone-announce-legislative-hearing-on-data-privacy-proposals-1

• House Energy and Commerce is holding the hearing so they are the best offices to call this week ‼️ https://energycommerce.house.gov/representatives

• You can use http://badinternetbills.com/ to contact your congresspeople !

• And https://www.house.gov/representatives/find-your-representative to find all of the phone numbers of your House Representative, and faxzero.com to send up to 5 free faxes a day

While the bill needs to be aproved by both the house and senate WE NEED TO MAKE SURE IT NEVER LEAVES CONGRESS.

SPREAD THE WORD !!

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It's a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won't be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It's a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It's a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don't aim so high that you won't be hitting anything!

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Jan Švankmajer’s Castle of Otranto (1977) is an animated adaptation of Horace Walpole’s 1764 novel of the same name. This novel is credited with the start of the genre of gothic fiction, and was heavily influential on the horror genre as a whole.

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ITS HAPPENING

WOOOOO

Although it's not going to be out any time soon, it's something i am going to be working on with how much free time i am going to have :) I stopped an after school thing I did before that took up most of my time and was causing a lot of stress. I will keep you all updated and I hope you guys are excited as I am!

HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT BITCHES

I AM THINKING OF MAKING A WEBCOMIC EITHER ON HERE OR WEBTOON OF MY OCS

I AM NOT ENTIRELY SURE WHEN THAT WILL BE DONE OR ANYTHING BUT I FIGURED I WILL LET YALL KNOW IN CASE ANY OF YOU ARE INTERESTED

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"I AM SORRY!" . . . "I don't forgive you."

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This was requested by: @princeasimdiya12

TW: Swearing, yelling, general angst...

!!NOT A SHIP!!

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Izuku Midoriya had dealt with Bakugo for years. Ever since they were kids Bakugo would constantly degrade him for not having a supernatural ability like most of the world's population did. Or rather, like he did.

It was always something Midoriya thought about. He wondered if maybe he had a quirk or something that could maybe make him stand out or be able to become a natural born hero that he wouldn't be shamed for existing.

Unfortunately, neither were really an option. Continuing to think about what could be rather than what is causes him to spiral through madness almost. All those nights he's spent crying himself to sleep, all those nights... He would often catch himself tearing up at times even during his time at UA. Despite inheriting All Might's quirk and strong abilities, he always felt that deep down that they weren't his own. This was because of him.

While Izuku always called Bakugo his friend, even going as far as to give him a nickname, "Kacchan", he never actually felt like his friend. As much as he wants it to be true, you cannot change the past. Nor can you stop people from thinking the way they do. Or, at least, it's difficult to.

There had been a few times where Bakugo said something that was actually kind of nice towards Izuku but it never lasted long. It always seemed to end with Bakugo screaming at him about being an "extra" or a "wannabe", neither of which he was. Well... Izuku did want to be like All might, but he knew that he'd have a long way to go before that could happen.

Despite all of this, he kept in going. All he wanted to do was fulfill his dream; become a pro hero. He'd have to get through the work of finishing UA before he'd be able to decide whether or not he's good enough...at least, that's what he thought...

One warm yet breeze-filled evening, Izuku was outside doing some exercises. He did this fairly often, but considering the weather he'd figured it would be easier to get it done sooner rather than later. He closed his eyes and stretched before he would practice kicks and punches with One for All. He remembered to be mindful of his surroundings obviously, but still had the energy to try to put force into it.

His mind wandered as he did this, even if he didn't want to lose his focus. What if his training ended up being good for nothing? What would happen if something were to happen to him in a gruesome battle? He would become a failure to the one person he looked up to in life...

The grass nearby folded under the weight of the wind...or so he thought...

"Midoriya..."

Izuku knew that voice from anywhere. How could he not?

"Kacchan? I didn't realize you liked to train outside. Did you need something? I-I can get out of your way-!"

Bakugo stopped his ramblings by holding up a hand with a heavy sigh. "There's no need to do that. Jesus, Deku..."

There was a long pause, complete silence surrounded them. Well, silence paired with the sound of the wind blowing against the trees and grass.

"Oh...Okay, um...Did you...Why are you out here then? Did Aizawa Sensei send you to get me? I don't know what I did but I swear I will do whatever it is-" He got stopped again the same way he was the first time. However, Bakugo stepped forward. "Listen to me, Deku."

Izuku went quiet. This was a tone he'd never heard from Bakugo before, not even when they were little. It was strange, and that was an understatement. Bakugo took a deep breath.

"I...I am sorry."

Izuku felt his heart drop for a moment. He was sorry? Sorry for what? Did he do something he wasn't aware? I mean, Bakugo did make fun of him since they were kids but there was no way in the entire universe that he would ever apologize for it.

"You... You're sorry? For what exactly?" Izuku couldn't be too sure, so it felt better to ask. Bakugo seemed irritated but sighed and continued.

"I am sorry for being such a dick to you, Izuku. I am sorry for saying you're worthless and below me. If anything, it's me who's beneath you."

Hearing Bakugo's words, Izuku's eyes widen. He couldn't possibly be serious. After all those years of being told he was worthless...All those times he was told to take a swan dive off the roof a building...And now he wants to apologize?

"I...I don't understand." Izuku said, his tone of voice was not one Bakugo had heard before. He didn't sound mad, but he didn't seem to be taking it well.

"I am sorry. What's the confusion?" Bakugo crosses his arms, starting to wonder what Izuku could be confused or puzzled about. Izuku sighs.

"Alright, let me get this straight; You have bullied me since we were both kids, you have told me on several accounts to kill myself, you have told me I am nothing, and NOW you want to apologize?" Izuku definitely had an audible tone now; he was pissed. And that was clear as day.

Bakugo was shocked by the tone. He shifted his weight from his right to his left. "I...I am sorry, okay? I know I didn't say it sooner even if I probably should have. Can we just...put this behind us and be...better moving forward?"

Izuku could feel his blood start to boil. He had never been so frustrated with anyone in his entire life. Well, maybe his dad. But that was as only because he never bothered to show up once in his entire life.

"I'm sorry, let me get this straight; you expect me to hurt forgive you for all the shit you put me through? Just like that? Absolutely not! I am not just going to fucking forgive you for making me want to kill myself and make me doubt myself on everything I do!" Izuku shouted.

Bakugo flinched at the loudness of Izuku's voice. He decided to try and speak again. "Look, I know I have done things that I cannot take back...but please, just listen to me."

Izuku rolls his eyes and starts to gather his notebook and pencil angrily. He had enough of this. He was sick and tired of Bakugo always pushing him around and manipulating him into what he should and shouldn't think. But now? Now it was different. He was done. He was going to be his own puppet master. He will be the one pulling his own strings. And that was settled.

Izuku had gathered his things and brushed past Bakugo to go back inside to his dorm room. He was this close to losing his cool if he hadn't already.

"I AM SORRY!" Bakugo shouted, he sounded like he was going to cry. He was genuinely remorseful of his past actions. He really was sorry...but sorry is never good enough.

"I don't forgive you."

The sound of the door being slammed shut echoed through the halls and was heard to anyone outside. Bakugo was left standing alone in the warmth and breeze of what was once the friendship he thought he had. But he screwed up, and he could never come back from it.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! I apologize that it's so late!😭 I have had a lot of things going on lately but I have finally found the motivation to get it done! I will be working on the remaining requests that have piled up in my inbox as soon as I am physically and mentally able to.

Hope you all have an amazing day/night and I hope to see you all in my next post! <3333

-Kai/Vert

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in recognition of World Down Syndrome Day on March 21

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Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

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Anyone who reblogs this post will have their user written on a poster saying "We Stand With Palestine" that I hope to put up somewhere in the village I live in, or the town that the village is next to.

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Imagine Aziraphale finding you and Crowley fuming at one another…

The doorbell of the bookstore sang into the air with a delightful sound as the owner had returned from his trip alone. There a sigh of content and homeliness as Aziraphale stepped deeper into the room. He took in the sight, noticing a few stray papers and misplaced books but they were all minor corrections.

Turning to his desk, he saw the trusted pair who he had left in charge - one on the chair and the other leaning against a shelf.

“So, how was your time bonding while I was away?” Aziraphale wondered ever so curiously with an excitable lilt to his voice. His adventure had been a silent plot to enhance corporation between his two friends who had gotten off on the wrong foot and continued down the road.

Without wasting a second, you cast a finger of accusation to the demon lounging on the chair.

“He poisoned me!”

Aziraphale turned to Crowley immediately to hear the explanation but the demon merely waved his glass of alcohol in the air.

“I did not poison you. Not intentionally anyway. It was more of an accidental poisoning.” He more-or-less confessed.

“Oh, Crowley.” The disappointment in the angels voice wasn’t hidden. He had genuinely hoped that the two would have found some common ground to build a steady foundation for trust in his absence.

The angel’s tone struck a chord with the red-haired being who cast an equally accusing finger at his opposition.

“Y/n wouldn’t have been poisoned if they knew not to touch my things.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Oh, please. You’ve been secretly plotting to write me out of this story ever since I foiled your plans of uncontrollable flooding and created the Niagra Falls all those years ago.”

“I’ve been plotting to write you out from the day we met. Believe me.” Crowley sneered back.

“And for what? To have Aziraphale’s undivided attention?”

The book-loving angel felt his face flush at the mention of a battle for his affection. The giddiness swept over his halo allowing him to revel in the feeling until he remembered the heat in the air almost starting to be reminiscent of ‘downstairs’.

“Now, now. I enjoy the company of you both but now I fear leaving you alone for a few seconds. Is it really so difficult to find common interests?”

You and Crowley turned away and looked around the room, pondering an answer. Surely there must have been one thing that you both could agree on?

“We didn’t kill each other while you were out?” Crowley offered.

You snapped your fingers and nodded.

Aziraphale hummed sceptically. “It’s not quite what I was going for but I’ll allow it.”

~ More imagines here ~

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