Arkady - she/they, 31, ace af. I post whatever I feel like, but it's mostly nerdy stuff. Current obsession is Call of Duty. Some things I share are NSFW and 18+, please keep that in mind.
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“Every time I show the film – whether it’s to film students at USC or UCLA or I’m going to a festival – that’s always the first question: How did Kermit ride the bicycle? And my stock answer is: I put him on a three-wheeler until he got his balance, and then I put him on the two-wheeler.”
— James Frawley, director of The Muppet Movie
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When you choose "I'm bald" on a poll this is what you're saying
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bro last night was totally redacted! last night was fully expunged from the record. bro, do you... can you remember last night? what did we do...? what did... did we hurt someone? bro? why won't you look at me? what did I do...? whose blood is this...? bro...?
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I love when articles about toxic vintage toys have pics like this

Bert is a triple-toxic little bicth
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expect my 2 hour lore video on the hitherto undiscussed latin bat outer god within the week
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The other gentleman are so mean to me about my Amazon Basics smoking jacket :(
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listen, fuck "to each their own", sometimes your mutual gets into some batshit insane rarepair that they're a little embarrassed about and it becomes your sworn duty to put on your jester bells and jingle jangle proudly by their side for moral support. don't be a pussy. it's ride or die motherfucker
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the person who realised you could rearrange the letters in gossip girl to read “go piss girl” truly one of the great minds of our generation, madam your legacy
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“Are we gonna die because you eyes turned into potatoes???”
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two characters: flirty banter, clearly getting off on the power dynamics between them
people who are scared of going to hell for masturbating: he loves him like a son
me, hauving covid: can he call him that while they fuck
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Thinking about "came back wrong" Price, but he's come back better. John is brusque when he returns home from deployment, monosyllabic, closed off. He barely looks at you, barely speaks to you, sits in his office by himself for hours, cigar smoke creeping out into the hallway while you sit by and wait to see if the man that comes out of the room next will be the sweet, smiling, attentive man that you fell in love with, or the Captain.
You keep your head down when the Captain's home. He only needs two things from you when he's like this, and you're prompt with dinner, and bend over uncomplainingly when he tells you to. It's just a matter of time before your loving husband returns. You just have to be patient.
But this time... He's just John as soon as he walks in the door, and he beams when he sees you, and kisses you like it's all he's been able to think about during the long months away. He pulls you away from the kitchen and makes love to you, and the only smoke that fills the house is the dinner that burns while he refuses to let you out of bed. And then he offers to take you out, or order in. His eyes stay soft, and he doesn't reach for the whiskey or cigars all night.
He's buried face-first in your pussy when the door bangs open, and the Captain comes home. This is the husband you expected, eyes as cold as the stormy Atlantic, tense and ready for a fight, mouth set in a grim line. The look he gives you is murderous before he focuses on the interloper, dragging John away from you roughly.
The Captain hesitates a moment too long when he sees his own face staring back at him. It's long enough for John to lunge at him, the two of them hitting the floor, growling and snapping like dogs. The Captain goes for his gun, and John knocks it out of his grip. It skitters across the floor and stops in front of your feet.
You snatch it up, hands shaking. You tell them to stop, and they both freeze.
"Shoot him," the Captain orders.
It's obvious that John is the pretender. You should have known. It was too much to hope that he would come home happy to see you.
You study them both down the barrel of the gun, meeting the furious eyes of the Captain, and John's soft gaze. He expects that you'll do what you're told and shoot him, and he doesn't blame you. The understanding there is enough to shock you into pulling back the safety.
You take a steadying breath, and fire.
#i love this addition#and of course i love the ambiguity of the first part#but i made the same decision lbr#COD#fic rec
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Sent a 12 year old on a fake Hero’s Journey last week and holy shit he actually did it
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I’ve recently realized that Rudy wears two belts.
The one you can see right below his vest above his hoodie, and the one beneath attached to the gun holster (you can see the buckle peeking thru)
Such a silly guy. (Grown ass man btw)

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