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mrs-monaghan · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/mrs-monaghan/733342253093896192/shaz-do-you-have-evidence-of-jikook-kissing-not

This is insane, you’re the reason why Jikookers are becoming a cult. You disrespect them in every way sexualizing them like that. Shame on you. Gonna send this on twitter gcs so they can all report your blog.

Okay fam. Let me know how that goes.

#he he heee #I'm shaking in my boots #the fuckery #bts ask #ask shaz

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kthulhu42 · 6 months

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Kys! Pee your pants! Eat shit and die! I hope you get no help and your body hangs from a bridge!!

ahahahah it's not every day I get hate mail from a seven year old

#Suicide baiting #Death threats #I'm shaking in my boots

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angel-bitch-boy · 9 months

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*Sees amazing art/writing style* "oh my god this is amazing how are we not following each other yet? I need to- *Clicks on account to find their main ship is something that'd have the FBI concerned* "...I'm going to slowly back out now"

#everytime...#i'm shaking in my boots #why is it always the ones with the pretty style...#betrayed again I fear #zero rambles

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hoetani · 2 years

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Girllll did you read the lastest tr chapter??

I'm gonna read it now but everyone's making me scared :')

#I'm shaking in my boots #but literally #mom can u pick me up im scared #honey: asks #darling: suns1stray

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imissthembutitwasntadisaster · 7 months

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Ladies sometimes Instagram shows me weird reels cause it's worked out I'm Christian but not what that means anyway I just saw a reel where someone was talking about embracing sanctification through sacrifice which like ok, AND THEN SHE SAID ONE WAY SHE DID IT WAS BY NOT SEASONING HER FOOD???????

#maybe I'm shaking in my boots maybe I'm about to lose it #she also said only drink room temperature water and drink iced coffee in winter and hot coffee in summer

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kingprinceleo · 1 month

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wahhgg I wanna draw so bad but my fingers aren't done healing!!!!!! :(

(doesn't even have any drawing ideas </3)

I'm just so fucking bored sob, desperate enough I might even try writing (I'm lying, I take damage every time I type words)

#It's prob just the chronic anxiety but I'm unironically so shaking in my boots scared I fucked up my hand forever 😭

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solarwreathe · 7 months

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because i am once again being kept awake by yiga clan thoughts.

do you think the splintered sheikah from 10,000 years ago that swore allegience to ganon slowly evolved into the yiga we know today, gradually phasing out blues for reds and white hair for black in a ship of theseus sense where they don’t notice how different they’ve become until too many generations have passed to notice.

or do you think it all happened overnight in an edgy makeover montage styled like a 00s coming of age movie as they dye their hair black, tack spikes onto their outfits and apply emo eyeliner over their sheikah crests until the look is complete, joan jetts playing all the while as they walk in slo mo towards hyrule castle.

#totk #totk yiga #yiga clan #tears of the kingdom #botw yiga #loz totk #legend of zelda #sheikah #yiga #zelda meta #totk meta #if you want a stronger picture for option 2 imagine the megamind eyeliner scene or spiderman 3 hair gif (sorry)#kohga: ooh i'm shaking in my custom baby sandseal leather boots #i think this is the 3rd time i've asked something dangerously 3am about the yiga clan. everything about them raises questions

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kiuruthings · 6 months

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move over vävybojka, kris is coming for your title with the ”kiitos suomi!”

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #vävybojka is shaking in his boots #i'm really sorry for spreading my tomfoolery and stupid edits here

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swordbards · 6 months

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did you guys know that, well, the cruelty is the point

#i love this entire scene sooooo bad it's so delicious #flaunting the tadpole abilities and what he's capable of -- he's broken free of cazador somehow AND he can withstand the sun #and THEN once they leave. he attempts to manipulate tav in suuuuch a genuinely horrible way like #oh well of course i feel bad for them. i mean they're FORCED to do cazador's bidding. but no matter!#i'm fine sacrificing them for my own gain :) or rather... for OUR gain :)#this will keep both of us safe :) and... well... you want me to be safe right? :) you want me to be happy right? :)#this isnt him at his worst by any means but god it's soooo so good after how his act 2 arc is if youre romancing him #he's open and vulnerable and tells tav all about his plans and how he's been manipulating them this whole time #only to do it in a fun and new and interesting way all over again. but this time youre already 100% on his team #ANYWAY. i like when he's a bit fucking terrible #bg3 #playing bg3 #astarion #act 3 is really just a whole new beast to me at this point. how fun. i only got here once before and it was buggy and barely worked #sorry. i will be soooo deeply annoying as i rotate everyone in my head like little rotisserie chickens for the next few days #really thinking about how elluin is dealing with seeing this - she understands feeling like power will fix everything and keep her safe #but unlike astarion is capable of thinking long-term and about consequences #so this has her shaking in her fucking boots. and really has her grappling with the reality of their relationship #so until they actually get to the szarr palace and deal with the ritual... she's super withdrawn with astarion and even with the others #she wants him to be safe bc it means that she can realistically be safe since they're weird little mirrors for each other #but also. does safety exist without it becoming warped and horrifying #sorry. i will be normal again eventually

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sevi007 · 5 months

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Got my first "art commission" completely by accident by showing a nice nurse / helper at the doctor's appointment one of my drawings when she asked if I have Christmas presents ready already and -

She was so delighted over the drawing, she went and asked her bosses if I could design and draw their New Year cards this year. And they actually said yes and talked about paying me and stuff.

Like. This are gonna get sent to literal hospitals and stuff.

I'm elated but also intimitated xD

#sevi is rambling #personal things #i already have a few ideas penned down but i'm also shaking in my boots #half of it nerves and half of it excitement

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idliketobeatree · 7 months

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There are so many ways Aziraphale can go about as the Supreme Archangel now, and I've realised I want it all.

Being all in charge, bossy and bitchy and hurt, not taking anyone's bullshit anymore? Unf. Being incredibly insecure and flustered, not accustomed to Heaven's rigid ways after thousands of years spent on Earth, uncomfortable with the spacial office and the impersonal white desk? Trying to liven it up by putting up a souvenir, and then finding it has disappeared overnight? Gimmie. In the official meetings, actually chiming in with suggestions only to be shut down and realising his position doesn't change the angels attitude towards him? Trying a different approach instead of just being nice - commanding? Resigned? Assertive? Breaking down after a late night meeting, finally alone, with tears in his eyes and hiccups and sobs, because he... doesn't know what to do? Utterly ruined and cannot-stop-thinking-about-Crowley, plagued by the memories of what he gave up, and for what? P l e a s e. Distressed upon hearing about the Second Coming, then figuring out a plan to save them all, that may or may not include a certain demon? Scheming behind everyone's backs and lying to their faces because, well - "what are you going to do, fire me?". Trying to contact Crowley every way he can - through the celestial phone, through Muriel, actually going down to Earth to watch from a distance, or just observing the space where he'd be on the globe. Or maybe actively not. seeking. him. out, shutting down every possibility of connection, because if he gives in, he won't have the strength to carry on anymore.

God, give me Aziraphale re-evaluating his relationship with Heaven, with the angels, with himself. He's capable of so much power, let him use it. Let him be sure. Let him be horribly mistaken. It's going to be delicious, I know, I will eat this all up.

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ventiswampwater · 2 months

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gearing up to post x reader content in a new fandom should have been featured in rocky's grueling training montage

#u may think we run w/reckless abandon to ''clog the tags'' with our deranged pornography. and god I wish that were true #but I. for one. am shaking in my boots. every time #I get over it. ofc. but the boot shaking is still there #waging psychological warfare on myself over if I'm doing fandom wrong by wanting to [redacted] the [redacted] out of [insert character here]#when there is no way to do fandom wrong. u donut #fic writer version of catholic guilt 💀 and for WHAT #sam speaks

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fictional-worlds-are-exquisite · 4 months

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also i think 2023 was a year of personal growth because at the start of the year i cried whenever someone raised their voice or got angry at me at my customer service job

and now at the end i'm like oh you're pissed? at me specifically? because i happened to pick up the phone? well okay. sorry to hear that lol. anyway can we get onto how i can help?? i've got other things i need to do today.

#look i'm not saying it's GOOD customer service #but it turns out if you straight up don't react and just hear their massive pissed rant out. and then ask something like ok. can i have an #order reference? so i can take a look?#in the most neutral voice imaginable #they lose a lot of anger #like you're not shaking in your boots? you're not yelling back? well that's boring #effective for my mental health. as for customer service quality. i'll take the l.

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peach-lobottomy · 29 days

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I made myself cum in the shower tday, tongue out the whole time like a good boy :3

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unmellowyellowfellow · 2 months

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Chalk Mountain | 0 - Dixie Alvarez Holds a Grudge

draft status: (complete rewrite)

(tw: drug use (marijuana), language, (daddy issues)

A/N: hi, so, this is the introduction chapter to my wip; and this is my first time sharing it. i hope you enjoy, i would love feedback (especially on dialogue. that shits hard). but never more, here it is! in all her rusty glory. everyone, meet Dixie.

The red sand of the west Texas desert gets into every nook and cranny of life around these parts. The texture is rough, yet soft; and leaves a stain on your Sunday best that sticks to ya like a honeybee to a marigold. It sneaks underneath your fingernails and hides in the corners, just out of reach.

I suppose that may not be a problem for some folks. Some like the orange tint to their white button shirts, or the wind blowing in an excuse to call into work on a Wednesday to go get evening coffee and pie with your aunt down the street, or the way it sounds against the windows may resemble the gentle patter of rain against the sill.

Dixie quite liked the color of the red sand, although she called it the red dirt. Her fluffy hair greatly resembled the red dirt below her porch steps that she left her stained boots on when she came home from trekking downtown. She sat down next to her boots and flicked a lighter, watching the flame dance.

She thought of her mother with a furrowed brow and a professional skill to ignore her father when he shouted inside the house about this and that. She missed her brother who ran away from home when they were children, who always had her back when their father would lash out back then. Dixie always wondered, and secretly hoped, that they were out there together somewhere.

Right as Dixie lit up an old roach that she had found in the dirty pockets of her overalls, her lungs burned from the deep inhale as her father came out the door. “Dixie,”

“Yes, Walter,” The smoke trailed through her words.

“What the hell‘re you doing?” He stepped over to her and looked at the spot next to her on the step. She responded in a single nod and scooted away from him to let him sit.

“Drugs,” Dixie offered the cherry towards him and he scoffed.

Dixie and Walter butted heads for as long as she could remember. Her mother always told her it was because Dixie had a spirit filled with fire and gold and passion and Walter’s spirit got used up and dried out years ago when he was just a boy. She never understood how they met and fell in love and always partly blamed him for her disappearance, thinking maybe she did it to get away from him.

However, Declan disappeared before their mother; 6 weeks to be exact. He ran away from home on a warm, rainy night after a family explosion about grades over dinner. Dixie used to sit by the living room bay window and wait for mother to return with her baby brother.

They existed quietly with each other for a moment while a tumbleweed rattled in the wind, tangled against their street sign. ‘Lower Passage’ was what it read before the wind storms sand blasted most of the paint away. Lower Passage was a long dirt road in the middle of nowhere around 8 miles long, out where the banjos play, as Dixie would say. Other people lived down Lower Passage, too, but they all had farmland and nobody paid anyone any mind.

The front yard was filled with the seasonal white flowers that take over like a plague. They danced in the wind with the trees whose leaves were floating in the air to the ground and chillbumps littered Dixie’s arms and legs. In the distance, she heard children laughing and running through the leaves in the side yard.

She closed her eyes and imagined Declan running past the front porch, his burgundy hair tangled in grass and sticks. A little curly fire haired Dixie played with young Declan and danced about in the flowers with a dainty and fragile crown of flowers and weeds upon her head.

Their mother watched from the wooden bench swing they had on the big live oak tree in the yard with a careful eye and a toothy grin. Her mother laughed as little Declan got scared by a bee; the laugh echoed further away once Dixie opened her eyes.

“Where do you think they are, daddy?” She coughed and flicked the ash to the dirt, then smushed it with her sock.

“Who, your mom and Declan?” Walter sighed and lit a cigarette. She nodded and hugged her knees to her chest. “I don’t know, Dixie Anne. If I did, they’d be right here at home.”

“But this ain't home anymore, is it?”

He paused to take a long drag, then blew it out with a shake of his head. “No, I guess not.”

“I’m gonna find them one day. I swear it, I will.”

“Now, I thought I told you it’s time to drop that shit. You can get yourself hurt goin’ out there playin’ detective,”

“I’m not playing anything, I’m taking care of my family,” A crow flew in front of Dixie and cawed loudly and began to peck at the grass.

“I’m your family,”

“No, you sure ain’t.” Dixie ran her tongue along her teeth, then spit some of her lunch carnage onto her fathers shoe. He looked up towards her with a frown that showcased the matching dimple that Dixie inherited from him. She mimicked him and stomped her socked feet across the porch; the screen door exaggerated her dramatic exit by a loud slam against the wooden frame.

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serenanymph · 9 months

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how well would your ocs do against a cockroach tag game

rules: yeah that's it. that's the tag. idk if anyone has done this before but rate your ocs by how well they'd do against a cockroach.

gonna be a lil annoying and tag a biiiiit more people sorry lol. no pressure to join in tho!!! and anyone else who wants to can hop in. @lyssa-ink @reneesbooks @macabremoons @space-writes @squarebracket-trick @scribbling-stardust @toribookworm22 @lorenfinch @sapphos-scientist @e-klair @arctic-oceans @sidhewrites @loopyhoopywrites @hallwriteblr @talesofsorrowandofruin @cream-and-tea

(anyway the rest is under the cut bcuz I have a LOT of characters so I'm gonna go a bit insane. Pulling from Beast as always)

Crys: - doesn't bat an eyelash, kills it easily - merciless, 10/10

Icarus: - a lil startled, will jump if it flies at him, but manages to catch it and set it free outside - 8/10. this boi is too good for this world

Rhyme: - begins by trying to smash it to a pulp - rapidly gets more and more irritated when she keeps on missing - finally lets out a primal scream of rage and fireballs it - 6/10 because she nearly burns down the house

Sol: - lets out an undignified squeak - leaves the room - if it flies at him he's sprinting out of there - 3/10

Dahlia - rolls up a newspaper and whacks it a few times?? like a normal person??? - 9/10

Beatriz: - faints - poor bbg can't handle the terror - 0/10 - alternatively shoots her feathers and skillfully punts it out the window - so overall actually 5/10

Honorary mentions

Iri and Yuan: - incoherent screeching - KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE - both trying to get behind the other - so many feathers embedded in the floor. so many - Iri scales up Yuan's back and stays there on his shoulders like an overgrown squirrel - 0/10

Jorge and Jordan - they catch it - and store it with their dozen other cockroaches used to prank people - 10/10, but I'm docking points for the malicious intent

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