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“I have spoken.”

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I am just a crooked joke With a stale punchline That some old friends quote The neighbor that you try to ignore But you have to wave because I'm waving from my porch

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Your daily dose of cat memes

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The flowers, they look so much better! This is a disaster. — You do know what “disaster” means, right? — You don’t understand. I demanded that they come exchange them.

MODERN FAMILY (2009–2020) S01E13: Fifteen Percent

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EDDIE MUNSON Stranger Things | 4.08

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AIRPLANE! (1980) dir. David Zucker, Jim Abrahams, Jerry Zucker

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I love you. It’s not the first time those words have crossed her mind. In fact, these days, they seem more frequent, more often, more common than not. She thought it might never happen again, that her first fuck up attempt at love was all she could afford in this life. But it’s happening again, loving again. Angel loves Fox, even though it terrifies her. Instead of outwardly saying it, somehow hoping keeping it private and close will preserve it from inevitable ruin, she has her own way of showing it. Quality time is a love language she’s fluent in, but it’s also in the way her eyes linger tenderly on him for a beat too long — as if she needs a second to process how someone seemingly so unreal is exactly that. He is real, and he is hers, and she loves him. 

An unmistakable yet almost uncharacteristic softness touches her smile, even now as she looks down at Fox, her face cupped between his hands, his ringed fingers. Is it the best in her that only he seems to bring out? It has to be. Her light, airy laughter floats lazily across the breeze as she watches his eyes move from hers, down to his torso, and back up again, watching as the wheels visibly turn in his head. “It isn’t fair,” She simply agrees, messing with him as she turns her head slightly and presses her lips to the side of his hand. It takes everything in her not to say fuck her drying masterpiece and melt into him right then and there, until it became indistinguishable where one began and the other one ended. But how are they supposed to solve their little issue of the wet paint on his chest? He could easily just sit up. Except, she pays no attention to the thought, especially when Fox immediately presents his alternative. Her silent suggestion had been forgotten just as soon as it had surfaced. “Like in Spider-Man?” Angel asks, freeing herself from his gentle entrapment and sitting up straight on his lap, the fabric of his t-shirt she wears riding up her bare thighs. She considers the idea as she takes a quick hit, holding in the smoke and exhaling it before shrugging. “Yeah, sure. Okay,” She grins down at him, easing herself off of Fox and working her way around to the top of his head. Getting into position, she pauses when she looks down at him, her eyes squinting just a bit. “It’s like really fucking trippy looking at you from this angle,” She says, her head slowly tilting to the side as she studies him. “Like in my mind right now, your lips are on your forehead,” Angel adds, explaining herself. Does it make sense? It does make sense. 

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Fox has never called himself lucky. In fact, he was always unlucky. Losing his keys or wallet, forgetting to water the plants, leaving headlights on and running the van’s battery flat. He can laugh about it, but he can also laugh at the fact he feels uncharacteristically lucky to call Angel his. He can laugh with her anyway, any day of the week. He’s pretty sure it’s the basics of their relationship, whenever they’re tucked away somewhere just the two of them, they create their own language. Nobody else knows what’s so funny, but they do. Sometimes it’s nothing, or everything. Sometimes it’s just because. He can laugh about how much he loved her, too. It felt like loving a storm, but feeling all the more appreciative that he could be the one to calm it whenever they were by themselves. “Are you mocking me, Angel O’Connor?” Fox laughed and tried to lean up on his elbows, concerned that he’d transfer the drying art to his shirt. His favorite one but it looked much better on Angel anyway, and even better when it slightly traveled upwards. 

His eyeline gravitated straight to the hem and his hands quickly followed to her thighs, smoothing over her bare skin with a soft but needy touch. “Jesus.” he mumbled, having to shake his head through the haze of both the weed and now his not so innocent thoughts. His hands lingered over her when she re-positioned too, until her new location made it impossible to hold her any longer. And Fox’s little hmph said everything about what he felt about having to drop his touch away. He blinked at the blurry vision of Angel appearing upside down, immediately bursting into a string of laughter. “Okay yeah, this is weird.” he chuckled, but was happy enough for his hand to be able to reach up and cup her face again. Not at the same angle he was used to. “Wait, this looked so much easier in Spider-Man.” Fox said as he leaned up, trying to catch a kiss from her lips but aiming slightly too high and getting her nose. “What the fuck? Where are you?” he laughed, trying again, this time a little closer. In the end, he was just dotting kisses all over her the bottom half of her face, not on purpose.

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i'm both dumber and smarter than you think so don't underestimate me because i'm actually smart about a lot of stuff but also don't be surprised if i'm dumb about some other stuff hope that helps

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“Finn?” Hunter sounded offended, but he was used to people getting them confused. And with his brother Elliot, and the fucking blond Andersons and even the Young boys. Southside really needed to start letting different folks through their streets. “Wrong but we can go see him?” Hunter yelled back, trying to get loud enough over the Prospect’s scream. “What the fuck’s a van halen, dumbass? Kas, right?” Hunter grabbed him by the material of his shirt, hard to get a good look at his face because of all the fucking hair. “What’s with these haircuts?” He yelled again, one hand on the wheel to stop the truck veering off to the other lane. “I don’t have time to be chasing around after you like some little bitch. You either wanna get a patch or you don’t, stop wasting our god damn time.”

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“See him?” Fox was just as confused as Finn??? Who was this man!? “Who are you!?” he screeched, trying to angle himself in the seat as the truck swerved through the lanes. Oh my God, this was it, this was how he died. Not cooking pasta like he originally thought his way would be. How didn’t he know who Van Halen was? “Uhhh, self titled debut album was released in 1978. They covered You Really Got Me by The Kinks? People went crazy for it.” Fox had never talked so fast in his life, trying to speed through the information while understanding completely this was not the time. “Kas? Patch!? Man I am so confused, I’m Fox.” he pointed at himself, eyeing the road at the same time. “I think this is like...one of those identity fraud things but I duno why this Kas would wanna be me. I’m in debt.”

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                                        “I’m the person giving the words so I’d be the rule-maker too, that’s just science.” Lola chuckled and shrugged at him. He was such a sweetheart and it often played on her mind about their previous relationship. Not many people were as kind as Fox, and kindness always had a special place in Lola’s heart. Like for Lucky, too. “I would never want to see you fail!” she gasped, genuinely hurt by the accusation before she burst out laughing when the guitar appeared before her. “You think I grew up on a ranch and don’t have a few tunes I know by heart?” she grinned at him, picking it up but a fit of giggles prevented her from actually taking it seriously. “You know the fish song, right? You need to sing if you do, it sounds better when there’s more voices.” Lola told him, trying to sound serious but laughing through her words as she began to play and sing. 

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Fox puffed his cheeks out and then sighed. “Don’t bring science into this, that’s like automatically going to confuse me.” he laughed before it trailing off into a little aww noise at Lola’s words. She always had been a sweet person, even when she broke things off with him she said it all in the cutest way. I mean obviously, being broke up with so many times wasn’t exactly Fox’s favourite memories but Lola’s break-up was the least hurtful one at least. “I would never assume anything, I’m just saying. You got a lot of opinions so, prove me wrong.” he gestured playfully at the guitar before his head cocked to the side, like an actual fox trying to work something out. “Uhhh...fish song. Oooh, this might be a song I don’t actually know. Lemme hear it.” he sat up excitedly, watching with a smile as Lola began. He bopped from side to side on the bed as she played it, a confused smile on his face for pretty much the whole song. “That...was really cute but I’ve never heard it. Until now.” He made a grabby hand at the guitar and gently took it from her, striking up the first chord of the song. “What’s it go like again?” he muttered under his breath, replaying it in his head until he got it right. “Ah yeah, just gotta be on third fret for that part. Nice. That’s cute as fuck. Wanna go again? I think I got it.”