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#leaf him alone
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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
bonus free of charge:
where to download every pokemon game excluding spinoffs
(plain text: where to download every pokemon game excluding spinoffs)
GAMES
pokemon red/blue
pokemon gold/silver/crystal
pokemon ruby/sapphire/emerald
pokemon firered/leafgreen
pokemon diamond/pearl/platinum
pokemon heartgold/soulsilver
pokemon black/white
pokemon black2/white2
pokemon x/pokemon y
pokemon omega ruby/alpha sapphire
pokemon sun/moon
pokemon ultra sun/ultra moon
pokemon let’s go pikachu/let’s go eevee
pokemon sword/shield
pokemon brilliant diamond/shining pearl
pokemon legends arceus
pokemon scarlet/violet
EMULATORS
gameboy
DS
3DS
switch
let me know if any of the links are dead and ill update them as soon as i can!
pokemon legends za
where to download every pokemon game excluding spinoffs
(plain text: where to download every pokemon game excluding spinoffs)
GAMES
pokemon red/blue
pokemon gold/silver/crystal
pokemon ruby/sapphire/emerald
pokemon firered/leafgreen
pokemon diamond/pearl/platinum
pokemon heartgold/soulsilver
pokemon black/white
pokemon black2/white2
pokemon x/pokemon y
pokemon omega ruby/alpha sapphire
pokemon sun/moon
pokemon ultra sun/ultra moon
pokemon let’s go pikachu/let’s go eevee
pokemon sword/shield
pokemon brilliant diamond/shining pearl
pokemon legends arceus
pokemon scarlet/violet
EMULATORS
gameboy
DS
3DS
switch
let me know if any of the links are dead and ill update them as soon as i can!
pokemon legends za
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road to sinbledon 🏆
WHAT ARE THEY? SINCARAZ LORE (WITH RECEIPTS)
The RG final brought in an influx of new fans. Because of my SINCARAZ x called you again edit, I received a lot of inquiries about what happened between them. Since their relationship is complicated—("he means a lot to me" / "we’re good friends" / "aren’t close friends" / they wake up in the morning and think about each other)—and goes ↗️↘️↗️↘️↗️ every other month (Hot N Cold by Katy Perry is quite befitting), I thought I should make this.
WHAT ARE THEY? SINCARAZ LORE (WITH RECEIPTS)
The RG final brought in an influx of new fans. Because of my SINCARAZ x called you again edit, I received a lot of inquiries about what happened between them. Since their relationship is complicated—("he means a lot to me" / "we’re good friends" / "aren’t close friends" / they wake up in the morning and think about each other)—and goes ↗️↘️↗️↘️↗️ every other month (Hot N Cold by Katy Perry is quite befitting), I thought I should make this.
insane tennis headlines that are burned into my brain
Their eyes and looks in some photos are absolutely insane
Wimbledon 2025 Final | JANNIK SINNER def. Carlos Alcaraz 4-6 6-4 6-4 6-4
"IF YOU CAN MEET WITH TRIUMPH AND DISASTER AND TREAT THOSE TWO IMPOSTORS JUST THE SAME."
"NO MATTER WHAT THEY THROW AT YOU, YOU HAVE TO KEEP FIGHTING. AS LONG AS YOU MAKE SURE YOU DO THAT, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO FAIL."
Now you can kiss your trophy 🏆
he really is white boy wasted 😭😭😭😭
wimbledon 2025
MY SHEYLAS
look we both said these scene would be silent but im a writer not a film director (yet) so I had to give it some dialogue. not that I couldn’t have written it silent. I just didn’t want to lmao @svwhssftr
NONEXISTENT SHAM BORDER👍
“Hmph,” Strike whimpered, biting her bottom lip as she ran her forearm underneath the sink’s cool water. Splatters of fresh blood tainted the white porcelain. A dismantled razor sat in the midst of it all, teasing her. The water reduced the stinging, if only for a second.
It reminded her of the stream—of the koi fish, of Mako, of every perfect thing he did. His grades, his scholarships, his intelligence. She couldn’t think about him without her head rushing with jealousy anymore. Why wasn’t she succeeding? What was different about him? Why wasn’t she normal? Why couldn’t she just be normal?
But this was why. Because every time she thought about herself, she acted on the need to self-destruct—or maybe it was the need to toughen herself up. Either outcome was an improvement from her current state. She held her arms behind her back and flexed in the dull overhead lighting. She looked good. Her bulking was worth it.
Maybe there was some sick beauty in the jumbled makeup of her body—in her perky tits and wide hips, in her distinct muscles, in the scars creeping around her thighs and arms. She was somehow every aspect of herself at once. She could never escape one or the other.
She shut off the water and dried her arm with a nearby towel, configuring how to wrap it around herself for the night before the door beside her inched open.
Her heart dropped. Her vision blurred. Her first instinct was to pry the towel from her arm and cover her chest, but she quickly realized her mistake as the blood smeared across her torso.
“Dani.”
She knew that voice. She knew that damn voice too well, but she couldn’t bring it upon herself to look at him. She stared deeply into the mess she made—the red splotches across the sink and rusted disfigured razors.
“Get out,” was all she mustered, clutching the towel to her chest.
And he did. The door closed just as slowly as it had opened. She scrambled to clean up her blood as if it would undo any of what had happened. As if it would clear herself of any responsibility for the damage she wrought upon herself. If she looked clean, then she was clean. There was no wreckage if she never left a trace.
As she scrubbed the last bit of the sink with soap and misted it with her perfume to mask the lingering odor of fresh blood, the door opened again.
“Where did you cut?”
“Leave.” She slipped on an old t-shirt—one of Kai’s old concert shirts, which was truthfully stolen from Noeul.
“Dani, where did you cut yourself?”
“I said leave.”
“Do you want an infection?”
“I haven’t gotten one yet.”
“How long have you been doing this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Great.” Kai unraveled a strip of gauze. “Give me your arm.”
“I don’t need that.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Everyone’s going to know—“
“And they won’t be able to see the fucking gashes on your arm?”
Strike didn’t respond. She limply reached her arm out to him in defeat.
“Fucking hell, Strike,” Kai muttered, gently squeezing her arm as he studied her bleeding wounds.
She didn’t respond. He started just below her elbow and quickly wrapped her, the pressure somehow worse than the cuts. His unconfident movements and intent stare reminded her of the nights he spent perched behind her, attempting to braid her hair and eventually settling on a low-effort ponytail adorned with a ribbon. In a way, the two actions were the same—a failed attempt to show he cared for her but didn’t have it in him to address the root of the issue.
She sharply inhaled as the blood started to soak through the off-white gauze.
“What?” he snapped.
“It hurts. It’s too tight.”
“Oh, and slicing yourself open didn’t?”
Strike, yet again, didn’t have a response. Maybe she would have if it hadn’t been three in the morning and if her wits had been about her. But she barely knew how old she was—she felt like a child again.
“You should be good,” Kai whispered. “I’ll leave this here in case you need more, but you need to go to bed.”
“That’s all you’re going to say?”
“What else do you want me to say? I’m not going to have a coronary and wake up Mako.”
Mako. Of course. Because everything had to revolve around Mako.
“I don’t know,” Strike murmured, blinking her exhausted eyes.
“See, I wake up to take a piss, and I have to deal with you slinging your blood all over the damn place. It’s always something new in this house.”
“It could have been worse. I didn’t have a shirt on at first.”
“Eh, you can get blood on that shirt, I don’t care.”
“Good to know. It’ll be my go-to cutting shirt now.”
Kai choked back a laugh before patting her on the back. “You’re seriously fucked up. You should be glad I haven’t sent you to an institution.”
“Only because they’d take you right along with me.” She smiled. She was profusely bleeding from multiple self-inflicted wounds, and she was smiling.
A heavy silence filled the air as Strike washed the last of the blood beneath her nails. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, bare-faced and sticky. She looked like a child. To Kai, she was a child.
As she went to leave, he wrapped his arms under hers and rested his chin on the top of her head, trapping her in the first hug she had received in too many years. She instinctively relaxed, wrapping her shivering arms around his back.
And they stood there holding each other beneath the dull overhead light, blood seeping through her gauze. That was the way it was for them—and they both knew it was the way it always would be.
Brief (Geek Boy)
Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt - Episode 12