Oh Walgreens Photo, please hear my prayers! These pictures are no different than the others. They are all your blessed children. Do not refuse them. 🙏
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So uhh what's the word on the Sainz penalty?👀
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Me looking at the bathroom door waiting for my dad to finish his hour and a half long shit/shower so I can finish sweeping the floors;
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I’m not complaining, but it feels like this is going to be a very long next couple of months.
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Why finish a piece when you can instead start a new one
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why is making an OC wiki so hardddddd
I know her story, but putting it into words and sentences that should make sense-
I'm struggling ok
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Whoever made turnitin take so long to receive a score, I hope you're miserable
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wasting my day away in line at the pharmacy
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My mutant ability is always knowing when rice is done. I don’t even have to set a timer. I just know. I don’t expect everyone else to hold such power.
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So I'm working on chapter 5 of my fic and I get in these spurts of writing and I wish that I could just continuously update my chapters whenever I get the urge to write like I do for my beta readers because I feel so bad that I take so long to release a chapter
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Prompt 245
Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly.
Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway.
And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time.
So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet.
And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair?
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