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price sees these "don't use ur face muscles while laughing or u get wrinkles" videos online, frowns, and goes, "nothin' to laugh about in my life."

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accidentally gave my version of ramirez the perfect height to bury his face in könig's tits. he loves hugs too, so it's definitely gonna happen.

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the cult of the tree members celebrate and get drunk one night. when they wake up the next morning and feel pain in specific parts of their bodies, they check what's wrong and realize they all got the damn cult logo tattooed into their skin. jaakko vaguely remembers it being drunk-ilmo's glorious idea.

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Someone digs out an old monopoly game from some corner of the safehouse which is missing half its pieces anyway and suggests they play to pass the time since it's boring as shit there but Adler vetoes it Incase playing monopoly stirs any communist sentiment up from Bell

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ghost thinks holding a knife to someone's throat is flirting

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my nikki looks like she's gonna tell momo that they've got a job to do

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The other day when I was looking at birbs my friend kept pointing at random birds (like chickens, turkey and any birb that looked relatively fluffy and meaty) and went “this would taste so good with [insert cooking method or marinate sauce]”

I think that’s very Price or Ghost coded, can’t bring em to zoo or aquarium cuz Price will look at the big fish swimming above your head and go “hm, this fish looks like the kind that’ll taste good if it’s baked and pair with XO”

Like no, John, no it won’t because it’s an endangered species fish and he’ll go “perfect, will taste even better” and he gets smacked in the head with the map

Ghost is tempted to grab the bird off the sky and he does so in the end, holding it between his palm and going “burger” while you try so very hard to pry his hands away from the poor bird

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— ✧ˎˊ˗ In a Fool’s Paradise, ’Til the End of Time

relationship: kieran & arthur

words: 1.517

contents: angst, hurt/comfort, men crying, past loss and bullying/mistreatment, mild rdr2 spoilers

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65177680

summary:

Throughout the many years Kieran has wandered this earth, he has learned that life only ever gets worse for him. It is no different when he becomes a member of the Van der Linde gang.

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— ✧ˎˊ˗ Caught in the Moment

relationship: kyle "gaz" garrick x gn!reader

words: 750

contents: fluff, photography

additional notes: reader owns a camera and likes taking pictures

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The sounds of people living their lives fill your ears; the uneven tread of footsteps on the gray concrete floor, the chattering of passers-by as they go about their days, the rustling of shopping bags in the hands of strangers.

Your eyes wander over the many people; over the parents holding onto the small hands of their children; the couples being out on dates together, eating ice cream or sipping on their coffee-to-goes; the groups of friends that are shopping or just hanging around, on a bench or staircase; the people out on their own as they go about their days.

In your hands you hold your camera—safe and secure—the wrist strap wrapped around your arm, making sure it does not fall should it somehow manage to slip from your steady grasp.

You spot so many great photo opportunities nearby, so many stories for you to capture with the simple snap of your camera. The general hustling and bustling on the street; the group of doves sitting in front and on top of a bench, probably waiting to be fed; an ice cream cone on the ground, the chocolate-flavored ice cream slowly melting away under the warming rays of the sun, unable to escape its tragic fate.

You turn on your camera and lift it up, having decided on your first target. You snap a pic, not thinking too long about catching the perfect angle but simply about capturing the moment, knowing that every second you wait will be one lost opportunity.

You snap another picture, and another, and another, capturing the beauty of all the moments that unfold around you, of all the strangers passing by, doing their own things, living their own lives. You spot a group of friends, laughing as they talk among each other and you cannot help but zoom in on them, just a bit—their happiness fills you with happiness.

You take a picture, a soft smile resting on your lips. Then, they turn to face you.

They seem surprised at first but then pose for the camera. The man with the mohawk has a big grin plastered onto his face as he throws an arm around his masked friend’s shoulder, the big guy having his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking a bit grumpy although it is hard to tell with the mask covering most of his face. The large, bearded man has a gentler smile on his face as he places a hand on the shoulder of his pretty friend which he gently pushes closer to the masked guy, making sure they are all standing close together as you take their picture. And you take their picture.

Your heart skips a beat as a smile spreads on the pretty guy’s face moments before you pull the trigger, his smile so big and bright it makes you feel all warm inside. One of the things you love most is to capture the moments of people smiling; you simply enjoy seeing the genuine happiness on their faces. And this guy... he has the prettiest smile you have ever seen.

The man with the mohawk gives you a thumbs up after you lower your camera, the bearded man huffing in amusement while a sigh seems to escape the masked man’s throat. The pretty guy continues to smile at you; then, he steps closer.

Your heart skips another beat, countless little butterflies suddenly wreaking havoc in your stomach as he stops in front of you, his voice as smooth as honey, “Hey.”

You return a simple, “Hey…”

“Can I see?” he asks, still smiling softly at you. He does not need to explain further, after all, you know what he means.

“Sure,” you say and then show him the picture on your camera. His smile widens once more, seemingly liking the photo you just took of him and his friends. And as you look at the picture, you too feel happy about how great it turned out.

“It’s pretty,” the man says, the compliment making you feel all nice and warm inside. Your lips and heart are faster than your brain as you swiftly speak up in return, “You are pretty.”

The man blushes at the sudden compliment; you blush as well after just having spoken these words so suddenly. But the smile remains on his lips.

“I’m Kyle actually,” the man responds, the butterflies in your stomach seemingly losing their mind as he asks you the following question. “And you are?”

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Quick sketch of the Koskelas before bed. :3

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(short) alan wake character analysis from a guy who has never played any alan wake games:

alan wake is a complex character which makes it hard to put a cohesive summary of his person into words. he is not only very pookie and extremely babygirl, he also has to endure great suffering. this is easily recognizable in his pathetic loser appearance, the tiredness in his expression (let him sleep), and the exhaustion one can hear the moment mr. awake opens his mouth—to speak nothing but facts mind you.

he's the definition of a wet cat, a silly little guy who, apparently, is evil and causes chaos; but to be honest, he's so babygirl that he may be forgiven.

also he's like, so pretty; why are messy, old (and apparently evil) men so damn pretty, what the fuck?

end of analysis.

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one of my favorite matches today; cheryl went down and killed herself on hook in the first minute of the match. I played chill, chased and hooked the other three while letting them do the gens and once all done, let them go. did a slug race at the exit gate too. very cute survivors. <3

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Thinking again about Graves and his loyal shadows

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I've never played an alan wake game but this dude is literally so babygirl, I love him. his voice lines in dbd? his lil "thanks" when someone helps him? his "let go of me" when he's grabbed? like, I know nothing about the guy but I just wanna put him in my pocket & keep him away from all danger. 🥺😭

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soapgraves... gravesoap mayhaps... themn.....

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