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Damn right you are
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pinkysup · 21 days
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glittery-animations · 2 months
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the-nothing-maker · 7 months
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Would you guys. Enjoy. Jarlaxle stickers.
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vanillabat99 · 6 months
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Turns out it's really easy to make earrings!! I picked up some charm packs and dangle earring hooks the other day, and all i have to do is put them together :3
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justisco · 11 hours
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the best part of signing mbappe will be his announcement literally being #welcomembappe and a picture of him photoshopped onto another madrid players body
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coolgirlblaire · 4 months
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queer-reader-07 · 6 months
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something about finding the people who sit through your info dumps with joy on their face and enthusiasm for your passions. something about finding the people who info dump right back at you because they know you love hearing about their passions. something about finding the people who manage to sum up your being in one niche, oddly specific sentence that lives in your mind rent free for the rest of time. something about finding the people who not only accept you for who you are but embrace you for who you are. who not only tolerate your quirks and differences but love and cherish them.
#i’m in my feels today if you couldn’t tell#just thinking about one friend in particular who i don’t get to see in person nearly enough but i text all the time#idk it’s the little things#the way we send each other videos of ourselves explaining whatever we’re learning about right now#the way we don’t write it in a long message because the emotion and vibes don’t translate properly#the way he’s told me that the way i dress is so gender nonconforming in his eyes#how even though i’m afab and i wear glittery makeup and crop tops and have pink hair#i still look so queer and so gnc and so Not Girl in his eyes#how that felt so validating#how i could feel the genuine love in his words#how he told me once that i’m ‘not a person with lore but rather a person with a schtick’#and how he explained to me what my schtick was and how accurate it was#how he told me he can’t wait for me to get my degree(s) and be an openly queer person in stem#how he can’t wait for me to defend my thesis sometime in the future and be wearing the brightest makeup and the biggest earrings#and the tallest boots#how he loves that i go to my chem lab every week with glitter on my eyes#how it’s cool that i don’t care if i stick out like a sore thumb because i’m me#i remember how he dropped the she/her pronouns immediately upon ne saying i didn’t really vibe with them#(even when they were still technically on my list of ‘ok to use pronouns’)#how his boyfriend who i don’t know very well has always they/them-ed me because my friend does#and if my friend is doing it then it must be the right thing#idk i just love my friends#and this friend in particular is someone i’ve gotten really close with over the past 6 months or so#and i’m so glad to have him in my life#platonic love#friendship#tell your friends you love them
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bottomvalerius · 15 days
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I’ve mentioned before that out of the blorbos, Sam is both the biggest size queen AND the biggest cum slut (Texture hell for Damien; Donna likes a good bukkake but isn’t a fun of swallowing fat loads), and he particularly enjoys creampies so sometimes Donna will magic themself an extra perfect dick(s) for him but make sure their cum is like rainbow and glittery and it makes him so fucking mad LMFAO
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theflyingfeeling · 6 months
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thank you @kaunisbaby @demon-fae @because-its-eurovision and @ss4nni for tagging me 🥺💗
instructions: on pinterest, search [your name + core], post 6 pictures and tag 6 people
...alas I have a stupid-ass name and couldn't get enough results for my first name to compile a moodboard I'd want to post, so I made one with my URL instead (which was kinda of a struggle as well, how the fuck did y'all get such cool pictures?! 😭)
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tagging anyone who hasn't done this yet and wants to ✨
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g0blinh0urs · 10 months
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the barbie movie just came out in my country so me and my brother just went to see it. i loved it! i could go on for a while on how well the movie got how societal expectations for both women and men suck, or how i loved the set design, or how the small scene with the old lady on the bench made me emotional BUT my favorite part of this entire experience was going to the mall and seeing almost everyone wearing pink. like, 90% of the people there wearing pink shirts and short dresses and puffy jackets, like! i lost count on how many guys wearing hot pink i saw today. while we were on the line waiting to get tickets, we heard so many people excitedly talking about their expectations for the story and the music and i dunno, i just felt so happy seeing so many people at the same place all with the same purpose of seeing this silly pink movie and. dunno. it made me happy.
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pinkysup · 4 days
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shatlass · 10 months
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the-kipsabian · 8 months
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also looking through instagram and i usually dont deep dive further than ppls tagged photos but i did a search for once and i have discovered closeups of kips original return jacket that i have not seen before and this look is incredible
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i can see why the other one was made absolutely but as a first design/placeholder? yeah this slaps
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lyroa · 11 months
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“No, no...” they reply. “That’s not my true form. You see, unlike you, the mortals, (they say that word with a certain sort of disdain that’s a bit cliché) I can take on any form I want, so I’ve been seeing to show my true self at a glance. My personality, if you will.” 
“The clothes as well?” you ask. 
“The clothes as well.” 
You consider asking them if they are wearing anything under the illusion. You decide to pass on that question. It’s enough that they deign to answer the others you’ve had so far, you wouldn’t want to anger them and risk... whatever sort of wrath they are capable of unleashing. You’re not quite sure. You’re not even sure what they are, exactly. 
“I’ve spent years fine-tuning my face alone,” they boast eagerly. “It had to be perfectly suited. Of course, I had to rid myself of a few innate prejudices one might form about beauty and what sort of beauty applies to oneself, so I even bettered myself in this regard. Unlike what you might claim if you were to simply judge me from the outside, I’m not fuelled by vanity. It is a quest for self-discovery.”  
That sounded a little defensive, but who are you to comment? Just a mere “mortal” that’s getting all your home-cultivated honey stolen by a creature seated at your garden table. At least they seem to like it, licking the spoon clear each time they retrieve another bite, not one bit put off by the sickeningly sweet taste. 
You tilt your head, wondering, then finally dare to ask that question that could be taken poorly. But they don’t seem to take it poorly, apart from being surprised, as if the answer is obvious.
“The glitter is permanent, yes,” they say. “My cheeks just wouldn’t be the same without it.”
“And...” you hesitate. “Does it... fall off? Get anywhere?” 
“No, no. It’s all an illusion, remember?”
“Ah.” You breathe a small sigh of relief. At least, your unexpected guest will not be leaving traces of their passage everywhere.
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glassfullofsass · 11 months
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Queen of the Rodeo - A Ronance AU
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Nancy Wheeler grew up in the saddle. She's spent more time on horseback than on her own two feet, and she's loved every second.
But on the other side of forty, it's getting harder to ignore what it's cost her.
She'd done her time as rodeo queen like her mother before her, but unlike Karen, Nancy hadn't married up and settled down when her year was done. Instead, when it was time, she passed the crown on to the inimitable Erica Sinclar, and kept competing.
She'd had a good run, too, winning more breakaways than she scratched and constantly breaking her own records on the barrel races. But then her roping partner Barb had taken a bad fall and quit the arena all together, leaving Nancy to face the circuit alone.
Since then, Nancy's been the only rider on Coach Hopper's roster, and the old sheriff has been hinting at his own retirement for a while. Even his lady, the legendary Joyce Byers, idol of every cowgirl west of the Mississippi, had given up rodeos younger than Nancy was now, though she even still worked hard as a rancher.
Joyce certainly hadn't started riding roughstock at thirty like Nancy did, seizing an open slot at a back country rodeo that didn't care too much about propriety. And since then, Nancy’d driven two or three states over any time the WPRA could pull together enough competitors.
Nancy doesn't regret it, even when it hurts, even when she loses.
But it's starting to hurt more often than it doesn't, and she's losing more often than she wins these days. Plus, Barb isn't the only friend Nancy's run off; she burned a lot of bridges and broke a few hearts to earn her place at the top. She still loves the rodeo like nothing else, but it's getting to be lonely.
It’s also a long way down. She's not sure the Harringtons will keep her on as a ranch hand if she's not bringing prizes to their stables, and if she has to leave behind ranching on top of leaving the rodeo…
Something has to give soon, though. Nancy can read the writing on the wall: she's slowing down and even though it's only in milliseconds, it makes a difference on the breakaway.
If Nancy could let go and trust that she'd land on her feet, maybe she could get out of her own way. She's pushed away friends, family, and lovers, but if she'd risk being vulnerable just enough, she could still reconnect with a community – and one woman in particular – that still loves her.
Robin Buckley's parents made a number of decisions about her life that were supposedly for her safety. The wisest was, probably, never letting her near a horse.
So, though she grew up out in ranch country, surrounded by brush and cowboys, Robin's never so much as given a colt a sugar cube, let alone ridden a full grown mare or – heaven forbid – a stallion.
That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate a good rodeo. Or the riders, anyway.
But being an admirer – particularly of a woman's sport – doesn't pay the bills. 
Nor does an associate's degree in Spanish, as it turns out. So much for her late nights at the community college.
Once upon a time, Robin had bigger dreams. And it's not impossible to still chase them. Steve'd offered to take her, to load up his truck with their bags and just drive until they got somewhere. 
Robin knows she could do something, if she was somewhere. But that means leaving, and as much as Robin once thought she had to, it doesn't feel as necessary as it once did. And it’s a little more frightening, the idea of starting over, now that she’s no longer young and restless.
She has a place here now. She has regulars at the diner, and regulars at the bar, and Steve.
And yeah, sue her. She has some unresolved heartbreak courtesy of the local rodeo queen emeritus. It's been more than a few years since she and Nancy had anything between them, but messy and flash-paper quick as it was, Robin still carries a torch for her.
Hell, Robin has carried a torch for Nancy since they were both thirteen, and Robin wheedled her aunt into taking her to the rodeo for the very first time.
Nancy had been glorious, all red bows and silver thread, lightening quick around the barrels in a perfect clover leaf, strong and steady on a beautiful gray horse that thundered around the pen, kicking dust in its wake.
It's not like Robin had been naïve, going into things. Nancy wasn't the first cowgirl Robin had hooked up with, and she'd known she was hardly Nancy's first partner either. So Robin knew what she was getting with Nancy, the night she'd looked Robin over with those deep brown eyes and smiled honey-sweet.
She knew it wouldn't last, and that was fine.
Until it wasn't, because it did last. Longer than Robin expected, long enough that she forgot to hold back. Long enough that she forgot why she shouldn't fall in love.
She'd gotten burnt pretty bad, for that mistake.
Still, it had been years. Robin had moved on, had other partners, other relationships, had even been in love again.
Her breath still catches when she sees Nancy, and she's learned to live with it. She's just not sure she could live without it.
If she could find the resolve, Robin might find fulfillment elsewhere, where her ear for languages might be appreciated as more than a party trick and she wouldn't be dependent on tips to keep her lights on. But if she'd take a chance and risk her heart one more time, she'd find that the cowgirl of her dreams might be ready for a change of pace, too.
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