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cocoabubbelle · 4 months
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yennao · 2 months
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(Adult Danny Design by @nicktoonsunite because he’s neat and I Love him)
So anyway if I’m not drawing blood or teeth assume I’m dead
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fioreofthemarch · 11 months
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Who was Zelda’s PA and were they compensated fairly because my girl was:
Running a school
Discovering new species
Remodelling her home
Making Link new clothes
Leading a new research division
Giving out recipes (for humans and goats)
Building a plant nursery
Creating memorials for the Calamity
Coordinating kingdom-wide rebuild efforts
AND investigating the new Gloom mist
All right before she disappeared. Her calendar must have been whack.
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nyoomfruits · 3 months
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i somehow lost the ask but this was written for the ‘wanna practice’ kiss prompt with lestappen :)
The door of the dorm room swings open rather dramatically, banging against the opposing wall as Charles comes barging through, beeling for this bed and flopping down on it face first. 
“Do I just suck?” He asks, voice muffled by his pillow. 
“Yes,” Max says, not looking up from where he is working on his econ homework on his own side of the dorm room. 
“You don’t even have any context,” Charles says, unburrying his face. Max glances at him. He’s pouting.
“Hm,” Max says, pretends to consider it. “No, my answer stands.”
Charles makes a dramatic strangled warbling noise and falls back into the pillows. Not for the first time, Max regrets becoming his friend. It was easier, back in high school, when they were sworn enemies. Lot less exaggerated sighing as Charles waits for him to ask him what’s wrong. 
After the fifth sigh, a deep one that must be coming from the depths of Charles toes, Max finally relents. “Fine,” he says. “What happened?”
Charles looks up with entirely too much glee, happy to be indulged, as he says, “I think I’m like, unloveable.”
Max suppresses his snort as he thinks of all the people that would line up to get their shot with Charles Leclerc. “Sure,” he settles on. “Why?”
“I was making out with this girl last night and then she made this very obvious excuse and just left. And there was this guy, a week ago, we’d just been making out for like, maybe a minute and then he went ‘nope’ and left.” Charles has flopped onto his back now, staring miserably at the ceiling. 
“Maybe you’re just bad at kissing,” Max says, frowning down at his econ homework.
“What? No I’m not,” Charles says, indignant. There’s a pause, during which Max scribbles some things down in his notes. Then, very quietly, “Oh my god, maybe I am.”
Max makes a ‘well, there you go’ motion, and hopes this means he can finally go back to finishing this assignment. It isn’t due for another two days, but there’s that paper coming up and he has time now, so-
“Kiss me,” Charles says. Max hadn’t even heard him move, but he’s here now, leaning into Max’s space like some kind of siren out of a Greek myth trying to lure him into the depths of seduction. 
Or something. If anything, Max’s brain isn’t really working right. Charles is right there, in his space, hands leaning on the sides of Max’s desk chair, looking ridiculously… giddy, almost. Max had this dream once. But Charles had looked a lot more sultry and his eyes had been closed and he’d been sitting in Max’s lap instead of leaning over him and-
“Why,” Max says. In his haste to stop that insane train of thought, he forgets to phrase it as a question. 
Charles pouts at him. His nose is inches away from Max’s. “So you can tell me if I’m a bad kisser.”
“Who says I’d be a good judge of that,” Max says, instead of outright ‘no’, because he’s a self sabotaging idiot. “Maybe I’m a horrible kisser.”
Charles tssk’s. “You and Daniel dated for like two years. If you’d been bad at kissing he’d dumped you much sooner.”
“Thanks,” Max says, frowning. “I think.”
“Come on,” Charles weedles. “Just see it as like, practice. For you. For when the next Daniel comes along.”
Max snorts derisively. The next Daniel is currently trying to convince him to kiss, so. Whatever. “Fine,” Max eventually says, because Charles is a stubborn little bastard and maybe if they kiss he will finally leave Max to his assignment. 
Also Charles is still there, in his space, with his big green eyes and his stupid pouty mouth and Max is only a man, so. 
“Yay!” Charles says, and then abruptly lunges forward to smash his lips against Max’s. 
Their teeth clunk together and Max winces as his nose bumps against Charles’s, and he lets out a strangled little noise as he gently pushes Charles back. 
He’s starting to see there might be some truth to the whole ‘Charles is bad at kissing’ thing. 
“Wow, okay, let’s just,” he gently pushes a confused Charles further back and gets up out of his chair, so they’re face to face. “Maybe do it a little more gently, yeah? Like this,” He puts one hand on Charles chin, tilts his fac up a little, softly brushing their lips together before pressing a little harder, letting their lips slide against each other. 
And oh, it’s much better like this, Charles following Max’s lead, his hands coming to rest on Max’s waist as Max’s hands slip into Charles’s hair, and he’s a little enthusiastic with his tongue at first, but he’s a quick learner, and for a moment there Max forgets all concept of time. 
“Ah,” Charles says when he pulls away. There’s a frown on his face, like he's deep in thought. “Yes. I might have been doing that wrong.”
Max merely hums, still reeling a little bit from the experience, still feeling the faint touch of Charles’s lips on his own, not trusting himself to speak. 
“Well!” Charles suddenly says, seemingly shaking himself out of whatever thought process he’d gotten tangled up in. “Thanks for that! I shall put it into practice now.” 
It takes Max a while to understand what he means, but then Charles is putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys and oh. 
He means with other people. 
“Right,” Max says, trying really hard not to look disappointed. “Right, well, good luck.”
“Thanks!” Charles yells over his shoulder, before moving through the door, taking Max’s entire heart with him. 
Max is left standing in the middle of the room, staring forlornly at his econ homework. It suddenly lost all of its earlier appeal. Especially when he can still feel the ghost of Charles’s finger tips on his waist. 
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magicratfingers · 1 month
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You take *rolls* 64 points of damage to notifications
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secretlytranced · 2 months
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realllllllly want a day off to just lay naked in bed and brainwash and be played with and used and fucked. why isn't anyone paying me to be their little hypnoslut yet? lol sigh. maybe I'll book a hotel room one weekend and just trance out and put myself up for auction haha in, like, a non- human-traficking kinda way.
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statementends · 3 months
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Did Lena brutal pipe murder someone and we didn't even get to hear it? 😞
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genevawren38 · 1 month
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It's been nice shipping FitPac guys /lh
o7, the gays love a tragedy.
View this clip [cause I don't know how to post the twitter video] and come back to this post.
You will understand.
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Catholic priests are a lil' slutty, confirmed.
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dylfnatural · 10 months
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did somebody say the winchesters
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the-darkestminds · 1 month
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My fellow blogger: *very long and well constructed post about how Elain and Lucien will never be together, including source material, a works cited and a direct quote from the author herself*
Me: Yes but have you considered how sexy Lucien is?
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katelynnwrites · 2 months
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stop linda, this is too much 💀
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mcbride · 2 years
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#tag yourself: morning person or night owl?
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circle-around-again · 6 months
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I love shipping maul because every fic follows the horsegirl movie formula except maul is the disobedient misunderstood horse.
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modmad · 6 months
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got into toonkind way deep and uh Engineer kind of a hottie ngl (good job)
Chloe is that you
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ponysongbracket · 8 months
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Me spending hours coding an algorithm, conducting hundreds of polls and doing statistical analysis to discover that *popular and well-liked song* is popular and well-liked.
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