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abiwaif · 3 months ago
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♥️MBB♥️
Just wow 😍
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hawkinsvolvo · 22 days ago
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Stranger Things 5 (2025)
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netflix · 1 year ago
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When you need someone to fall into a void, you call MBB.
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lotsofcelebs · 2 years ago
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Millie Bobby Brown
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willfreakbyers · 15 days ago
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The fact this wasn't even a mileven edit but A FILLIE EDIT. One of them is married, they've bith said theyre uncomfy with that AND THOSE ARE LITERAL TWELVE YEAR OLDS WTHELLY😭😭
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finnoahsource · 3 months ago
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Millie Bobby Brown discussing making friendship bracelets for the Stranger Things 5 cast with her best friend Noah!
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bisexualityduality · 1 year ago
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Be my shower buddy?
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cherryswisherz · 5 months ago
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once again for my fellow mellow fan
@goldfades
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pump4celebs · 8 months ago
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Millie Bobby Brown
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toastydumpster · 9 months ago
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CH. #3 ANGER
1 - 2 for the @malevolentbigbang !
Death of The Arthur by @tallangrycockatiel was a delight to read !!!
I had the honor to pair up with @aktrashpanda and @whynotlol9 so please check out their pieces as well!!
ID (thank you Jack) under read more :>
[ID: A seven panel comic.
First panel: Arthur sitting with a bottle of whiskey in hand. Arthur: "Lighten up, John!". John: "I will 'lighten up' when you stop wandering around blind and drunk!"
Second panel: A close up of Arthur's drunken face. Arthur: "'m not blind.'"
Third panel: Arthur sitting up, patting the back of John's hand fondly. Arthur: "'ve got you."
Fourth panel: Arthur rolls his eyes, hand on John's. John: "Oh, that's fine then. Never mind that we've died four times in this town already, and you're drinking in broad daylight in the middle of fucking Prohibition! It wouldn't even be our first time being kille by a bored fucking policeman. I can't fucking believe you...
Fifth panel: An amused Arthur prepares to stand, holding onto the bench. Arthur: "Its-"
Sixth panel: Arthur stands, holding the bottle of whiskey. Arthur: "-fine"
Seventh panel: Arthur drunkenly stumbles down the cobblestone path through Innsmouth. To his right is a canal. Stone-cracked houses loom in the distance, the sky is overcast. /End ID]
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fcotdextra · 4 months ago
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all444glo · 3 months ago
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BIOLOGY 101
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warnings: scientific experimentation (dissection of a frog Imao), slight language i guess
summary: Four hour labs are difficult enough, your major has been putting you through the ringer and you're only on your second science class! Not to mention the only thing your lab partner can contribute is fake basketball moves on the air...
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You blew out a frustrated breath, watching your goggles fog up for like the third time. It was freezing in the lab, and your patience was wearing thin. You wiped the lenses on your hoodie sleeve, sighing as you glanced around. Everyone else was locked in—scalpels moving, organs getting bagged, lab sheets half-filled. Meanwhile, your group was... just you. Alone. Again.
You looked over at the empty seat next to you, shaking your head. Jared was nowhere to be found. As usual. Always late, always showing up when everything’s already done—or worse, showing up just to be a distraction. You’d asked your professor to switch groups at least three times, even offered to work solo permanently. But every time, they hit you with that same line:“You show the most growth when challenged.”
Whatever that meant. All it did was piss you off.
You looked down at the frog on your tray. Cold, limp, and smelling like chemicals and sadness. The gloves didn’t block out the texture—it still felt like holding raw meat. You cringed, holding it down and lining up your scalpel.
“Okay... just a straight line,” you whispered to yourself, heart beating faster than it should’ve. You started slicing, trying to ignore how slick and squishy it felt under your hand.
You were halfway through pulling out the organs when you felt something warm behind you. A breath. Way too close.
“Whatcha doin’?” a voice whispered right at your ear.
You jumped and spun around slightly, heart damn near leaping out of your chest.
“Don’t do that shit! What the fuck!?”
It was Jared. Grinning like he hadn’t just scared the life out of you. His curls were messy, and he had that sweaty athlete smell mixed with cheap cologne. He was in full gym fit, sleeves pushed up, looking like he hadn’t been in class all day.
“I just got back from practice,” he said, dropping into the seat like he owned it. “Didn’t think I missed much.”
You gave him a blank look. “You missed the entire first half of the lab.”
He just smiled and shrugged. “I’m here now. I’ll just watch you do your thing.”
You rolled your eyes and went back to the frog, trying to focus. You lined up for the second incision when Jared leaned over again.
“Wait, wait—hold up,” he said, whisper-yelling like it was a life-or-death situation. “You’re about to cut too deep. You only need to cut through the second layer.”
You paused and stared at him. “You barely show up, but now you got tips?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Just ‘cause I don’t show up don’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”
You scoffed. “Oh, so now you’re a frog expert.”
Without saying anything else, he picked up a scalpel and made a nearly perfect cut. Clean, precise, no hesitation. Then he started removing the limbs and putting them in the correct storage bins like it was second nature.
You blinked. “...You’ve done this before?”
He gave you a smug look. “Maybe I paid attention the first week. Maybe I’m just that good.”
You looked him up and down. “Or maybe you finally decided to be useful.”
He laughed. “Wow. So much appreciation. No ‘thank you, Jared’? No ‘you saved my grade’?”
“Boy, please I should be hearing the exact same thing from you every time we have this lab”
He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head like he was proud of himself. “I’m just sayin’... who doesn’t know how to cut a frog?”
“You’d be surprised.”
You tried to hide the small smile creeping onto your face, but he caught it instantly.
“Oh, look at this,” he said, grinning. “My lab partner has dimples? Since when?”
“Don’t get it confused. It’s a one-time thing.”
“Nah. I’m taking that win. I got you to laugh.”
“You didn’t get me to laugh. I just laughed at you.”
“Same difference.”
You shook your head, slightly amused. Not that you’d admit it out loud. Jared had that annoying charm—like he wasn’t even trying, but somehow always got under your skin.
He nudged you with his elbow. “You know, maybe if you let me do more, the work load would be easier.”
You paused.
In hindsight, you had been the one telling him not to come. Or not to worry about helping. Or straight up ignoring his texts. Mostly because you didn’t trust him to take things seriously, but that was probably on you too.
“You still always late though,” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“I got practice, Y/N. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, well, grades still matter.”
“Not when you tryna go pro like me.”
You stared at him, mouth half open, trying to process the confidence. Then you started laughing. Loud. People from the next table looked over.
“Ain’t no way you just said that with your whole chest,” you said, wiping your eyes. “Boy, be soooo for real. like, put the fries in the bag.”
He laughed too, tossing his gloves on the table. “I’m so serious. When I make it to the NBA, don’t act like you know me.”
“I don’t even got your number saved, I barely know you now—”
He gasped. “That’s foul.”
“You always textin’ me ‘yo’ or sending a damn emoji. What am I supposed to do with that?”
“That’s communication!” he said, laughing.
“That’s foolishness.”
He shook his head. “Alright, bet. Save my number now. Matter of fact, use it. Text me sometime.”
“For what?”
He leaned in a little, voice dropping low again. “So we can kick it. Go get food. Study. Hang out… maybe more.”
You gave him a look, pretending to be confused. “Still not sure what you mean.”
He smirked, brushing his fingers against your arm like he was testing the waters. “I’m sayin’... I want you, Y/N. Like, for real.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Ohhh. That’s crazy, you got time for all that Mr.Nba Player?”
“For you Y/N of course I do”
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celebsnsirens · 18 days ago
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Mille Bobby Brown
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willfreakbyers · 16 days ago
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Happy birthday to my pretty little princess💔💔😫😫
Its ironic that her birthday is in june
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finnoahsource · 8 months ago
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Noah with Millie at Sabrina Carpenter's Short n Sweet tour! 23/10/24 full clip
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