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nevvaraven · 4 months
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Headcannons about characters who are barely mentioned in canon are so funny cause nothing is fact and anything goes if you really want it to, I could make Regulus Black the reincarnation of Kurt Hummel and what are people gonna do? Tell me I’m wrong? When there’s no right? Lol ok
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frazzledazzlin · 1 year
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3 bandits befriended jesse and promised to get him out of his forest home if he did not snitch them to the authorities, but they kinda left him to rot after he rejected a task to kill someone, erm..
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delicris · 6 months
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i'm taking my cae exam on saturday and i still haven't started preparing for that shit...
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scrunkalicious · 18 days
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Uhhh Marly and her stupid clumsy self
She'll often meet up with Viktor and when she changez out of her uniform and into like shortz or smth vik can see how her legz are covered in bruisez n hez all like "WHAT HAPPENED" and Marly is just like "I fell down multiple timez lmao" while trying to assure him that shez fine bc he'll prolly be all over her to make sure it doesn't hurt,,,,
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mirrorofprinces · 11 months
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As a white person, I am so so sorry for the other weird whites in this place. I am very disappointed by this whole situation, because even if mistakes are bound to happen when you enter a non-white fandom (shouldn't happen, but you know), people at least should listen, admit their failures, apologize and try to be better, not speak about censorship and whatever. I used to enjoy their stories, but they turned to be the J.K. of this fandom, how sad. Anyway, sorry, I wish people were less stupid
thank u for the kind words. it's always been really interesting to me to see white people treat asian characters, traditions, customs, cultures etc like toys for them to play with, with no regard for the real life people in those real life countries. they can't even write asian diaspora respectfully or accurately because they'll never understand it with any sort of nuance or cultural context. they can yap all day about "creativity" but at the end of the day, they're the ones without any sort of imagination. their minds are fully closed to a world beyond the small, privileged one they know. they refuse to do any research, or ask sensitivity readers for help, and they end up writing white people with asian names. and they don't care because they are ultimately only writing for validation from other white people :p
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buhbuhbuhbuhbeanz7654 · 2 months
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csh bodys has been stuck in myhead FOR 4 DAYS GET OUTTA THERE GIRL this is NOT mid 2019
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tiredf-o-u-r · 9 months
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Ok manifest that I can come up with someone good natural casual kinda funny but genuine honest chill to say .
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rudeguacamole · 1 year
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Peaches, peaches, peaches, peaches i lOoOve uuU---
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THE MOVIE WAS SO FCKING GOOOOD AaaAAAaA--
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plushpyromoved · 9 months
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small gift for @pencil-merchant thank u for trading ur extra pyro weaponz with me ^w^
bubbles and EFS hanging out blu pyro friendship win
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miracle-vine · 5 months
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Taking the hard pill to swallow and starting SSRIs… always been too stubborn to start (I am my parent’s daughter after all) but I’m finally accepting defeat. Trying to remember how I was scared to be so “reliant” on thyroid medication but when I started it it opened up whole worlds for me - I was like omfg u guys with functioning thyroids were living like this and no one told me?? Why did I ever hold off so long. Today I’m reminding myself medication can be a good thing and you can’t always pull yourself up by your bootstraps
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lovelyunholyc · 2 years
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sun damage prevention :)
fluff, gender neutral, use of "darling" and "angel" as pet names. kita is a precious being and should be treated with the utmost care.
the first time you stay the night, he's extra careful, extra quiet, so as not to disturb you when he starts to get ready for work.
it's just before dawn, the sky outside still dark, enveloping his bedroom in a silent fog of stillness.
kita disentangles himself from your limbs with all the grace and care he can muster, pressing his lips to the top of your head before peeling the blanket off of him and stepping slowly out of bed.
when he emerges from the bathroom, he's surprised to find you sitting up slightly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
he's at your side instantly, attempting to tuck you back in with soothing whispers and apologies for waking you, reassuring you that it's alright for you to go back to sleep, that he'd bring you back breakfast later if you'd like.
"work?" you whisper groggily, and he thinks it's adorable how sleep still clings to your droopy eyelids, your heavy limbs, despite your stubborn attempts at shaking it off.
kita just nods and smiles softly, sitting on the bed beside you, glad that he's at least got you laying back again. he reaches out to touch your cheek, heart swelling when you instinctively lean into the warmth of his palm, your own hand coming up to cover it, to hold it in place - as if he would let go so easily.
until that moment, he doesn't think he's ever had to do anything more difficult than remind himself he still has to get to work, that his kind of it has too much depending on him, that he can't just stay with you all day - no matter how much he yearns to, despite himself and his unwavering determination to be responsible.
you nod, too, in understanding, as if you can read his mind. he lets out a breathy little chuckle, chalks it up to your sleepiness - your eyes are barely open now.
"shinsuke?"
kita hums in acknowledgement, eyes crinkling with fondness when you reach out past the blanket he's trying to tuck back beneath your chin, to smooth over his bare shoulder, then bicep - he'd forgotten he was still shirtless.
you peer up at him with a slow, crooked smile. "don't forget sunscreen."
kita simply sighs in defeat when you prove you have no intention of going back to sleep until he leaves, but a grin melts into his features, warm and hazy.
he settles at the foot of the bed, where you're knelt behind him, rubbing your hands together to warm the cool lotion on your palms and ease the application. he feels the mattress dip as you move closer, closes his eyes in satisfaction at the gentle press of your lips to the back of his neck, the tentative touch of your palms along his shoulder blades. he shivers when you continue ghosting your lips over his skin, dropping kisses seemingly at random, but he can tell you're tracing over his freckles before dutifully massaging in the sunblock, making sure to coat his skin evenly, paying careful attention to the places you know will be most exposed. his neck, his shoulders, down his arms.
you leave a final kiss to the spot right behind his ear, smiling to yourself at how his head tilts instantly to give you more access. you can't help but slide the tip of your nose down the slope of his neck to press another to his shoulder, delighting at the shiver that ripples gently through the rest of his body.
you move away suddenly, scrambling off the bed to root through your bag.
"darlin'?" he watches you curiously, admiring the fit of his missing shirt on you, amused at the concentration furrowing your brows and pursing your lips. you're adorable, and so beautiful, even with your hair all messy from sleeping and his shirt all crumpled, haphazard on you.
kita has never been particular with his clothing, but he thinks he likes this one more than the rest.
you seem to find what you're looking for, sending him a proud little smile and brandishing a small, expensive-looking bottle. "the good stuff," you say wryly, making your way back to him to stand between his parted legs, depositing the item into his palm so you can take his face in both hands, skin growing hotter by the second at the way he looks up at you, eyes shining with adoration, a tender smile resting on his pretty lips.
you grace him with another kiss, petal soft and twice as sweet, before continuing your ministrations on his face.
he inspects the bottle for a moment, a thoughtful look crossing his features (he makes sure to note its specifications so he can buy you more when you run out), before he sets it aside, large hands coming to your hips, thumbs soothing across the bone.
you kiss each of his eyelids when they flutter closed, two more for each of his brows. his face is relaxed, lips curled up lightly at the corners. he lets you maneuver his head the way you need, your touch warm and gentle. your fingertips glide smoothly along his skin, the pads of them so soft, your careful movements so comforting, it nearly lulls him back to sleep.
kita doesn't think he's ever been handled with so much care, so much love and adoration, held as if he were precious and fragile and worthy of such gentleness, made of porcelain instead of a roughened man, frayed at the edges from lifelong diligence and labor.
he is weak to your whims all the same.
if your hands were not holding him together, caressing across his cheeks and cupping his jaw, he thinks he would have fallen apart. your tenderness, your tangible love and care for him, chokes him up and makes him feel like his heart might be growing too big for his chest, how much he adores you.
if you notice his eyes are a little more moist when he opens them, you say nothing, leaning down to touch your forehead to his and sharing a smile.
"thank you, angel," he says with a nudge of his nose to yours, voice thicker than he expects it to be. he squeezes his arms tighter around your waist, looks at you so lovingly, it makes your breath hitch in your chest.
"any time, darling." you dot his cheeks with kisses, along the apples and the bridge of his nose, where you know his freckles stand out more when the sun follows that same path. "can't have such a pretty face going and getting sun damaged."
kita laughs at that, low and lovely, and it does strange, possibly dangerous things to your heart. "c'mere," he beckons, though he's barely an inch away from you - you come regardless, give way so easily when he tugs you down into his lap for a proper kiss.
when the sun rises across the field and shows him no mercy as always, kita lowers the brim of his hat over his face. he closes his eyes for a moment of reprieve, and he can still feel the touch of your lips on his eyelids, soft and sweet. when he opens them again, energy renewed, there's a gentle kind of warmth within him that has nothing to do with the sun.
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coastalhorrors · 6 months
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See now when mcr5 happens I get to say I never doubted that this would happen I get to say I was always a mcr5 truther and that will barely matter because I will be SO overjoyed and filled with delight from listening to new mcr that I will barely care
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generalzar0ff · 10 months
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Every once in a while, I must do something that aggravates people.
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knowing-the-unseen · 6 months
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HAPPY FNAF MOVIE RELEASE DAY!!!!
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