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psych episode where shawn begins to have psychic premonitions (carbon monoxide poisoning)

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say sike right now

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detective activities

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does schlatt even know that hes gender goals. does he even know how silly cool he looks. does he EVEN KNOW how friend shaped he is

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TF2 as LPS pt. 1

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TF2 as LPS pt. 1

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hmmm...

kieran culkin looks like someone who is just ITCHING to play a vampire

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It’s June

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illustrated a scene from "eat what's rotten" chapter by @royrockstone

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Jane isn't one to lose focus on an objective.

He's always been in the moment, ears ringing, pushing the frontline with a weapon in hand.

Poland had seen it, and so does Blu, those sorry sons of bitches across the Pit.

Tonight, surrounded by the din of those he calls family, he has trouble to keep focus. with his brothers in arms, sharing drinks after another victory he finds himself lost. Nursing something strong, Sniper's Special, cradled in his hands as he watches the others listlessly. They won, bracing against the cart in an unforeseen unification. They won, they should celebrate.

A hand claps over his shoulder, and all he thinks of is home.

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16th century flower illustration PNGs.

(source: Book of Flower Studies, ca. 1510–1515)

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ok to make things clear (noone asked) i think medic has some form of DID. i also think he experiences hallucinations as a form of PTSD flashbacks very often. i think there is a scared little boy in his head that just wants to be safe, and his name is Günter, too.

I think Dell was always supposed to be a father. There was a woman, back in Texas, a real belle, he'd left behind to join the war front. Right there, Bee Cave, she rests, buried alongside the memories of children Dell would never get to have.

The others don't quite get along the way he and medic do. They just don't get it, the science. Dell has little appreciation for the man himself; a crazed lunatic, a villain, but he's long by now come to respect the man's work.

Even before meeting Dr Ludwig in person, Dell vaguely remembers seeing his face in a magazine. A traveler'd brought it in, from overseas, and Dell had pinned it up in his workshop, though it'd been buried behind blueprints and letters. A branch he hadn't looked into much- bio, flesh and blood, reinvented by a young jewish upstart in Germany, of all places.

He wonders what happened, watching Günter bent over the trash can, illuminated by the kitchen's overhead light.

A whine escapes the medic, followed closely by a soft hiccup. Reminiscent of a child Dell never knew, and the sound of a little sniffle squeezed painfully at his heart.

"Günt?" Hes surprised by the croak in his voice, but noones more startled by the man himself, who shoots up so hard it looks painful.

"Ja, ach-" He spits into the can, staggers away like its lining had burned him, and runs a shaking hand through his greying hair. His movements are quick, lost, frantic in a way. Dell raises his hands, like approaching a scared animal, and steps forward with great hesitation.

"s'alright, bud, what's got you goin'?" His voice softens, quiet enough to hear the way Günter's breath hitches. The medic's lip shakes, and he points vaguely in the direction of the large round table in the center of the kitchen. Dell leans forward to get a closer look at what's got his friend so distraught, a packet of meat defrosting for tomorrow's dinner.

"What, the meat?"

He thinks it's a bit silly, but realizes with slow horror. Not even heavy knew of the horrors of the camps, he can only imagine what's running through the medic's head.

Günter nods frantically, looking green in the face.

Dell catches his eye, puts his hands on his shoulders, dragging the medic back to the present.

Somewhere, hidden in those eyes, Dell sees Günter for who he really is. A small, scared child, curled up in a cattle car on his way to the butcher.

Dell never had children of his own.

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Louis Wain PNGs.

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Santiago Rusiñol i Prats (Spanish, 1861-1931)

Jardín de montaña

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has anyone done this yet