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Am I crazy or is Gordon Ramsay (literally any of his shows) everyone's comfort show? Like this guy screaming and angry all the time is the most comforting thing to me.

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Was playing a Han hiding obby on Roblox with my boyfriend and he captured this beautiful screenshot lmao

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Tw: suicide

Idk if this is the right place to put this cus I’m pretty new to tumblr, but here’s something I’ve been thinking about lately.

A few days ago I saw a post by @sinfulfarts on TikTok about how Anya actually died and the difference between overdosing on oxycodone and paracetamol (oxycodone being what they use for curly before they ran out and paracetamol being what was in the medical locker)

To summarize overdosing on oxycodone will basically just shut you down i.e. breathing will get more difficult until you just kinda fall asleep… permanently, and oding on paracetamol will rupture your stomach so let’s just say a lot more pain and blood etc (I highly recommend going to @sinfulfarts on TikTok for a more in-depth explanation they do a much better job of describing the effects)

Anyway a few years ago I was really depressed and suicidal so I tried to od on the only drug I had access to at the time which just so happened to be paracetamol but being only twelve and having never swallowed a pill in my life I couldn’t get myself to down more than one, so I obviously lived through that and I’m doing much better now and I think it’s interesting that if I had od’d I would’ve been sitting next to my bed at 4 in the morning the same way Anya was and I would have never seen this game being made and how ironic it is in a way that I basically get to see what my own death scene would’ve looked like lol

Ps sorry for it being hard to read at times this is my first post

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passion fruit.

"you're supposed to scoop it out with a spoon," chan mumbled from behind you.

his hands made their around your next, his face pressed against your hair. you didn't know when he woke up, but didn't want it to be a consequence of your overwhelming desire to eat passion fruit.

"i'm sorry i woke you up channie," you pouted as you turned to look at him.

sleepy eyes and a lopsided smile was the beautiful sight you were witness too. chan's curls sprang up and he started peppering your face with kisses, his breath minty from toothpaste.

"i didn't wake up because of you," he said in between his attack of smooches, "i woke up because i smelled passion fruit."

you couldn't blame him. your rabid passion fruit consumption had caused your shared apartment to retain it's sweet smell. it was nice for the first few days, but living in a state of permanently smelling like you has just checked into caribbean hotel got annoying fast.

"go sit down, i'll bring it over," chan insisted.

you tried to argue, but he ushered you onto the sofa, all your protests submerged by the sound of his voice telling you that it's his solemn duty to spoil you.

loving chan was like being wrapped up in a warm blanket. it felt like sunshine and everything nice, like soft moments and heavy yet fleeting touches.

loving chan didn't make you feel on top of the world; it made you feel like you could lose yourself in your world.

chan brought over a bowl of passion fruit and two forks. he held it out for you and you grabbed them from his hands eagerly.

"i love you," he announced, "but if the baby gets a passion fruit obsession, i'm moving to alaska."

you giggled against his chest as he snaked his arms to drum his finger on your very pregnant belly.

"you really mean that?" you snorted.

"no," said chan against your hair.

"for you and for the baby, i would buy every single passion fruit there is, just to keep you both happy."

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Kidnapper: I have your hyung

Jeongin: Which one?

Kidnapper: The loud one with separation anxiety

Jeongin:

Jeongin: I asked which one

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plot twist: he made the brownie

Felix: I’ve never smoked marijuana. I ate a brownie once at a party. It was intense. It was kind of indescribable, actually. I felt like I was floating. Turns out there wasn’t any pot in the brownie. It was just an insanely good brownie.