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theficblog · 11 months
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We're one day from it being Haechan month and i'm already feeling burnt out in trying to make something for his bday 🧍🏻‍♀️
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MAN TURNED 6 YEARS OLD ON 06/06/06.
that was 17 years ago but still... continuing to be god's favorite oh! what a blessing to be him! im having major haechan gender envy as i type you can tell 😭😭
I HAVE MY FAVOURITES TOO AND WHAT I'LL BE MORE EXCITED ABOUT WOULD BE YOUR WORK 😎 gonna claim my #1 fan spot back cant waittt 💕
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casmick-consequences · 7 months
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literally the king of oneliners
[part 2]
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Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite
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theminecraftbee · 3 months
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man the thing is joel on hermitcraft. his whole bit is “mean girl with a fragile ego” can you IMAGINE throwing him in a room with hermitcraft’s OTHER mean girls. like iskall. or cleo. or, in the other direction, it sounds like he’s already gotten in shit with hermitcraft’s other “talks big, fragile ego”, which is to say, doc. can you IMAGINE the level of sarcastic sniping this would reach. can you picture it. more importantly: can you picture joel in a room where he is forced to confront BIGGER MEAN GIRLS THAN HIM. I am preemptively delighted,
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soyochii · 8 months
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Quick doodles before I evaporate.
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pseudowho · 1 month
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"Hey, Kento," you began, approaching him, thoughtful, while the shower warmed up in the background. Kento hummed in response, turning the page of his book.
"Darling?" Kento inquired.
"Have you ever noticed how...I don't know...convenient and...I dont know, I suppose how coincidental some details of your life are?" Kento caught your eye now, one thin eyebrow arched uncertainly.
"...what do you--"
"I mean," you interrupted, "your 7:3 thing. It's...it's everywhere. You part your hair in 7:3. Your inherent technique is 7:3. Your surname means 'seven-three'. I mean, jesus, your birthday is even--"
"--July the...3rd." Kento looked a little ill, closing his book and feeling his world close in around him. You headed to the shower, calling back; "Just a crazy random happenstance, I'm sure!"
You came out, some time later, to an abandoned book on the bed and Kento stood at the balcony, with an enormous whiskey in his hand and staring, haunted, into the distance.
"...Kento?"
Kento turned, face twisted with existential crisis; "I don't-- I've never-- ...am I an anime character or something?"
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moechies · 1 month
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step daddy toji ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .
“m-m sorry daddy.!”
“yeah you fuckin’ are.”
he grasps at your hair with an unforgiving grip, your face inches away from his evident bulge.
“you’d be sorry if you knew what was right for ya.”
he tugs at his cotton sweats, heavy cock springing up and slapping your cheek upon release. he guides the tip of his sloppy cock head towards your lips, spreading his pearlescent pre all over your puffy, glossed up lips.
he pulls you further back once you try to take him in your mouth, eagerly panting at the sight.
“stupid brats like you don’t get their daddy’s cock, sweetie.”
he shifts his hand over his cock head, slow but tight strokes to his shaft. he groans at the feeling, but can only imagine how much tighter your hand would be, how much tighter your cunt would be.
“d-daddy—“
“shiiit..”
“daddy..!”
he glances down at you, eyes perceiving something you aren’t used to. he looks at you like you’re bothering him, almost like he hates you.
“whaddya want, brat? yer ruinin’ it for me.”
your quivering lips sulk just a bit, eyes brimming with tears at his foul words.
“wait— d-don’t cum without me, daddy, please?”
oh you’re sweet.
your eyes as sweet as a puppy’s begging for treats, hand pawing at his thigh for a sense of affirmation.
but he only laughs, and you feel your face grow warm.
“don’t cum without you ? why, you think you deserve it?”
“i-i do! don’t lie, daddy.!”
“shit sweetheart, you’re really startin’ to piss me off.”
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thapunqueen · 8 months
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SO I SADDLE UP MY HORSE AND I RIDE INTO THE CITAAYY !!!!!
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oh-katsuki · 9 months
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u offhandedly ask gojo what he'd do without you after fixing something for him and he looks you dead in the face, stone cold serious, and says "die" in the firmest tone you've ever heard him speak in and he's actually telling the truth
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ncutisgatwas · 1 month
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New Girl  1.12 | The Landlord
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angsty-art-ist · 4 months
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are we gonna have a problem?
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boylikeanangel · 1 year
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rewatching that scene where joel talks to tommy before I go to bed cuz goddamn pedro needs an emmy and yknow the bit that gets me. where he says "I just know when I wake up, I've lost something. I'm failing in my sleep. it's all I ever do, all I've ever done, is fail her again and again" because. he doesn't specify. it's not made explicit. whether "her" is sarah. or ellie. and at this point. it's probably both
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inkskinned · 9 months
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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.
you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.
he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.
a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.
he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.
you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.
people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.
wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.
also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.
he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."
you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.
"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."
he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.
you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.
is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?
you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.
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t4t4tclethian · 2 months
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finally watching mumbo's episode 4. why is his bit with burning diamonds whenever he thinks smth mean about ren somehow meaner than anything he couldve actually said
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zoe-oneesama · 10 months
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They’ll destroy you from within if you’re not vigilant.
Episode 46 Part 7
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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No time to play. You are being sent away.
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