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vroomvroomwee · 1 year
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Like everyone else, I'm also really sad about the GO s2 finale, but on the other hand, I want to smack both of these idiots.
Like... do these two realise how LUCKY they are to have even found each other, let alone given the chance to fall in love?
As an introverted, probably neurodivergent, queer, non-binary, ace, person who wants top surgery, I doubt I'll find someone and them liking me back like these two have. It's one of those moments like what do I have to do? And then you don't feel so bad for Crowley and Aziraphale because while they might be having some problems, they were literally given the best gift in the world.
And they're wasting iiiit. Goddamn idiots. Both of them.
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collaredkittyboy · 8 months
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fefairys · 9 months
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getting real fed up with my peers treating teenagers like shit. how did you forget so fucking quickly what it's like to be them. shame on you.
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amygdalae · 5 months
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Fallout 3 was well a flawed game but the tunnel snakes are such an essential part of the fallout world to me. Whenever i play enother fallout I'm like where's the tunnel snakes
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shotmrmiller · 13 days
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re: rugby team ghoap
it'd been a one-off, seize-the-moment kind of thing. casual hookups aren't really for you, plus you distinctly remember your ex prating on about how the team would only be here for the weekend hence the absolute burning need to go, and you've got work monday.
goodbye, great knowing them. you'd traipsed out of the hotel room with your sneakers in hand, soap's used jersey in the other- a memento of sorts, a trophy. mild serial killer behavior but you reckon since you just became another pearl in their long string of conquests, the least you could do is take something with you that won't be gone with a warm epsom salt bath and a couple of days rest.
("would ye believe yer the prettiest we've ever brought back with us?" right. you know where you stand on that scale, and people like you don't typically pull men like them. another cringe-worthy comment like that and you'd mistake their interest with pity.)
you'd put both jerseys in the wash later that day, and the rattling of your washing machine marked the end of your exciting weekend.
or so you'd thought. from your side of things, you'd wiped your hands clean of their sweat, spit and come and went home, once again falling back into semi-familiarity, expecting to go to work feeling completely relaxed and loose, in more ways than one, while ignoring the photos taken of you and the "star players" at the stadium on social media.
(no one caught your face, what bloody luck.)
when you see them again, it's by pure chance. you'd been ordering a sandwich at a deli down the street, hand already reaching for your wallet when an arm curls around your shoulders, dark, coarse hair of a forearm brushing against your cheek.
cedarwood and citrus. it clings to your senses— a sharp, tangy reminder of that time you'd only look back on when the familiar pang of want pooled searing hot between your legs. small world, you suppose.
"didnae leave a note. stole my jersey. 'm surprised ye didnae leave us money on the table, bonnie." warmth flared beneath your cheeks but you didn't cow to his crude joke.
"i suppose i could've left a tip. what do you want?"
the playful lines around his eyes smoothed as his lips straightened into a firm line, his eyes frostbitten. you ignore the way his touch makes you feel trapped, tethered, a cage made of velvet.
"took my shirt and then didn't show up to a single game after tha'. jus' gettin' wha' i'm owed. unless he's yer favorite."
how can he be your favorite when you know nothing about the sport they play and have no interest in knowing?
"too bad. we come as a package. get yer food, we've a place nearby."
(simon had been nowhere near as good-natured as johnny had about you leaving without a word. made you spit out apologies with swollen lips, only accepted the ones that came with a fluttering of your raw pussy around the splitting thickness of him while soap condescendingly cooed in your ear about lessons having to be learned the hard way.)
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skrs-cats · 7 months
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set after leafpool dies, before the bonus scene w jayfeather dealing w that grief gets resolved. guess who was bitter over a certain cardboard character bitch not being included in that
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heartorbit · 2 months
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catch us if you can! ☆
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valdrift · 2 months
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beheaded and prisoner are built different. bobby is not the same .
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puppyeared · 2 years
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obsessive
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dizzybizz · 7 months
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cute date idea: feel a bit homesick while watching aurora borealis for a bit before absolutely destroying yourselves on black sand
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superk1ss · 2 months
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More doodles. Uzi centric.
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mygroovymutationn · 6 months
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Hello, I have classic who brainrot 😀
@mygroovymutationn
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vypridae · 6 months
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ok so alastor when he first fell and also what if al met angel when ANGEL first fell
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localapparently · 1 year
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"heyy is it done yet heyyy"
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1captainjordan4 · 2 years
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Ive made a boatem AU so here's an out of context doodle <3
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senseioftheseidiots · 7 months
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I couldnt find this gif anywhere so i decided to download it
ANYWHO, WU AND PIXAL BONDING TIME IS CANON
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