Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One
I think they can also use them to play music, and I'm very curious as to how it compares
I wonder if people with hearing aids ever just go "yeah, that's enough. I'm done hearing today", and take them off. Just going "fuck it" and put your surroundings on mute.
how does one develop discipline in the first place. it seems like discipline requires initial discipline to develop. it's a paradox.
The jorts. They are complete.
That's so cool!
I wonder if people with hearing aids ever just go "yeah, that's enough. I'm done hearing today", and take them off. Just going "fuck it" and put your surroundings on mute.
Wrote this in an ice cream shop
So they've decided to take the idea and run it again
Context: Millions of fanfic authors had their work stolen by ai from the user nyuuzyou. Now, someone else with a different username has the same idea as nyuu and is highly unlikely to give you your work back. Whereas nyuu is willing to delete your work as long as you reach out to him directly. 😒
The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.
Excerpt from my new Steddie wip
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“Since you’re Grammy nominated artists now, I think We all know that’s going to open you up to a lot more people. Any celebrity crushes you’re hoping to meet?”
The guys all shot pointed looks at Eddie, Jeff being the first to say “Eddie has a huge crush on this one NHL goalie.”
Eddie felt his face slide into a pleased grin as he nodded. “Steve Harrington. Toronto Maple Leafs.”
The interviewers eyebrow crooked. “Oh yeah? You a big hockey fan.”
His mouth opened but Gareth beat him to it “No, you don’t understand. He had never watched a full game before this in his whole life. The only things he knows about hockey is what has to do with Steve.”
“Eddie, what’s a breakaway?” Jeff asks
Eddie shrugged. “No clue, dude.” Genuinely having no ideas what that meant.
“How many shutouts did Steve have last season?”
With no hesitation, “Five.”