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wayward-sherlock · 7 months
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guys there’s a new season of fortnite tomorrow!!
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mandycantdecide · 1 month
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yeah i'm booking a day off because fuck this shit
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paprikamaustepurkki · 11 months
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Lol can't feel shit anymore and just wanna start life over
Not even depressed or anything, just dissapointed and jealous
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brainrot-radio · 4 months
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Throws these at you
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pride month is so so much fun I love being queer (shaking and crying and shaking everyone’s changing their urls and pfps help who are you people)
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meepnesscombat · 11 months
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Madeline my best friend 
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a-gay-witch · 5 months
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tma according to pinterest
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undy1ngumbrage · 5 months
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Jjba doodle requests from friends ^_^
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tonberry-yoda · 10 months
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AHHH IDK IF UR REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN BUT I GOT THIS IDEA FOR SANJI FROM THE ASK I ASKED U
Sanji reacting to his crush calling him pretty boy :D fem or male reader
If they are closed feel free to ignore this-!-
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Calling Sanji "Pretty Boy"
notes - I KID YOU NOT I HAD IT ALL WRITTEN OUT AND IT ALL DELETED SO I HAD TO RESTART IM SO PISSED RN GRR IT WAS SO GOOD TOO AHHHHH Well nonetheless, I love this request and I may have made it a bit suggestive tee hee. Thanks for the amazing Sanji requests, I can't wait for more! Lots of love! <3
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"pretty boy~"
he would stare at you as blush slowly spreads across his face and a line of blood goes down his nose
he wipes the blood and just stares at you again
"wh-what?"
you just smirk and run your finger under his chin, your lips inches away from his "you heard me~"
you killed him
good job, y/n
he would BEG that you call him that more often
B E G
like when you call him that, you catch him off guard sm and he doesnt even care that he just dies, he NEEDS it
and it doesnt matter where you are after that (if he's cooking or with the crew), the moment you call him that, he will sweep you away to anywhere private and lay shaky kisses all over you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear (accidently sputtering some in french too)
please keep calling him this and treat him like the pretty boy he is tee hee
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a-wondering-thought · 6 months
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at this point i think people on tumblr know me better then people i know irl
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serotinals · 6 months
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A Long Winter | The Thirteen Letters | Not Easily Conquered
ao3: dropdeaddreams, WhatAreFears
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josephtrohman · 6 months
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new joe pic <3 (source)
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ok-boomerang · 4 months
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Hey Lena!
Zutara Drabble # 5 & 8, please. ^.^
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” & “Wanna bet?”
Katara knocked once, briefly, on the Fire Lord’s office door before pushing it open and inviting herself in. She and Zuko had worked together for so long—had been friends for so long—that they no longer had the need, or the patience, for a semblance of formality.
Katara supposed that on some unlucky day in the future she might walk in on him practicing his Iroh impression, or worse (better?), with his pants down. But per usual, the Fire Lord was merely at his desk, head in hand, as his glazed-over eyes scanned some boring parchment.
“Hey Zuko,” chirped Katara, feeling herself almost expand upon seeing him, upon seeing the transformation of his face when his eyes fell on her—the subtle widening of his right eye, the easy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“Hey,” he said in response, setting his parchment aside and giving her his full attention. A piece of hair had fallen out of his top knot. “My favorite ambassador—"
“Mhm, whatever,” she joked back. “Funny how I become the favorite every time the fishing waters treaty is up for renewal—"
“You’re always my favorite, I just happen to point it out at specific times.”
Katara rolled her eyes, even though she felt her cheeks warm a little at Zuko’s words.
“Anyway,” she said, shrugging off that impossibility, “I’m just delivering the report on the healers in Fire Fountain City.” She handed him another piece of parchment, which Zuko took with some hesitation.
“The report on the healers—?” he muttered, eyes scanning the page. “But I didn’t need this for a couple more days—”
“Yes, well, Tanriq invited me to the Fire Lantern Festival tomorrow evening, so I got it done early.”
She watched as Zuko’s eyes stopped scanning the parchment, but he didn’t look up.
“Tanriq?” For some reason, his voice had gone up in pitch.
“Do you know another Tanriq?” Katara asked, curious at Zuko’s confusion.
“The—the ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe?”
“Of course,” said Katara slowly.
“You’re—together?”
“No,” she said immediately, and then chided herself. “I mean—I’m giving him a chance. So…maybe in the future? We’ll see how it goes—”
“It’s not going to go well,” Zuko interrupted her.
Katara blinked at him. “Huh?”
“I mean,” Zuko said, bringing his hands in front of him on the desk and rolling them together. “I just mean—it’s just a little odd, the two of you—the Fire Lantern Festival—"
“What’s so odd about it?” Katara asked, half surprised and half curious about the issue Zuko saw that she couldn’t. “I like festivals.”
“Right, but do you like them with Tanriq? I—I dunno you will.”
“Sure, he’s a little boring—”
“He doesn’t know you at all!” Zuko interjected, and then quieted, shifting his eyes. But he continued. “I mean, will he know to take you to the food stalls that sell ocean kumquats? Will he take you dancing early enough so you don’t miss the tsungi horn players?”
Katara laughed. “I can tell him not to!” she pointed out. “You don’t need to be worried for me, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time—”
“Wanna bet?”
Katara stared at him. “Do I want to…make a bet about whether I’ll enjoy myself on a date?”
“Um,” said Zuko, shifting in his seat so that the chair squeaked. The panic on his face did not match the regality of his formal robes. “No, that was uncalled for, sorry,” he said. “I—I—”
And as Zuko stuttered, and Katara stared at Zuko’s rapidly reddening cheeks, she came to an unlikely—but perhaps possible?—conclusion.
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She had to fight the urge to clap a hand to her mouth in horror. And if Zuko had looked skeptical whatsoever, she would have curled in on herself and scurried out the door like a goat dog with its tail between its legs. And then possibly quit her job and moved to the Foggy Swamp.
But Zuko didn’t look skeptical. Zuko did not calmly and coolly reject her suggestion. Instead, he noisily backed up his chair, stood, buried his hands in his hair, and yelped, “Me?! Jealous?! No—no, definitely not!” And then he laughed like an unhinged hyena leopard.
“I—” Katara started, over what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. “I—um,” she said, reminding herself that she was a waterbending master and teacher to the Avatar and she was not scared of anything—“I won’t go with him. If you—um—if you don’t want me to,” she said, knowing that her tone had drastically changed from teasing to serious.
Zuko’s laughter died down and he matched her serious expression. “Katara, no—I would never try to insert myself in your personal life—I’m sorry, I just got, um—” he paused, but didn’t finish his sentence.
“Can I take your bet then?”
“What?”
“But for the other side. I bet you I won’t have a nice time with Tanriq.”
“I—look—I was being childish—of course you’ll have a nice time—”
“Maybe,” she said, and Zuko’s face fell for the briefest moment before he schooled it to one of impassive regard once more. “But I think I’ll have a nicer time with someone who knows me better, like you said.”
Zuko looked away from her and stretched his arm behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I think you should go with whoever you want to go with,” he muttered.
Katara wanted to scream. But…she did want this more than she wanted to scream. “You,” she said, only a smidge of frustration in her voice. “I’d rather go with you.”
Zuko’s eyes snapped to hers. “Oh? Is that—is that—is that right?”
“If, um, if you want to,” she murmured, suddenly feeling her mortification rise. What if she’d gauged this wrong? She did get along with Hu in the Foggy Swamp. She could totally start a new life there.
“Yes,” Zuko said immediately. “I mean—yes. I do want.” His eyes were boring into hers.
“Um, great,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “So…I’ll tell Tanriq nevermind…and you’ll just need to tell your guards—”
“No,” Zuko said, leaning forward now, and Katara felt her blood thrill. “Many of the festival goers will wear masks. We can too.
“Really? But I don’t have a mask—"
“Don’t worry, I have an idea for us.”
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lost-my-dragon · 1 month
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you should draw medic breaking it down funky style
YES! YES A MILLION TIMES
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A pic I used for reference in the second drawing and a silly image I found while studying breakdancing⬇️
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jesterjaxx · 1 month
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hear me out..
djaleduncan..
djs good vibes are so strong he causes the two worst people to get better
do you agree
No no i see your vision
DJ went "i can fix them" and he was right
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wiklm · 3 months
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FANART FOR BAD BEAT AU BY @sunrayram !!!!!!!!!!!!!! had sm fun making this their designs are SO good
also posted on my tiktok @wilwiklm :0
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