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#Mr. Steal your girl
i-love-it-loud · 8 months
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I love that everyone on here has decided that Sihtric is Cregan Stark OR the guy from Vikings Valhalla is.
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I will say I am bias towards Sihtric, I loved The Last Kingdom. I mean they already casted two people from that show *cough* Aemond *cough* Helaena soooo a third wouldn't hurt....
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env0 · 5 months
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If you didn't take silly photos in your silly little outfit before going about your silly little business, does it count?
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thatmemeguy89 · 1 month
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Watch out my guy
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sun-dipped-quill · 6 months
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And yet "we" did
I thought once before that "we" couldn't
that "we" shouldn't
that "we" wouldn't work
and then one fateful day
through miles worth of space
a text exchange caused a cosmic change
yeah its true
"if you didn't have a boyfriend I might have a crush on you"
and one year later the messages show instead.... "I love you too ♥"
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cozyaliensuperstar7 · 10 months
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Usher 👑
#Repost @rnbmusic
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It’s “Mister steal ya girl” Pt 2 🤣
Well he did say, "Don't leave your girl around me. True playa fo' real, ask my nigga Pharrell uh" 😏 🤣🤣
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doverstardoodles · 2 years
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shameless Miraculous Ladybug OC
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unwri-ten · 28 days
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Out of curiosity whats ur lambs dnd character? I noticed you did one for the bishops but not lamb ):
WOULD LOVE TO SHARE- I just had to highlight the ex-gods-in-family-couseling first because they make me laugh- BUTTT as for our Lamb.. Before they started Co-Dm'ing with one of the disciples, Loehn, they played lots of roles! Their favorite is the Bard, and is the role they play with the current campaign with the disciples and the bishops!
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They flirt with everyone in-game because they find it funny, and it gets them a lot of loot you don't get through violence-! so who can blame them for using their unmatched charm to woo a bartender in his 50s for VIP access to the tavern bedrooms,, :coughs:
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malevolencc · 1 year
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look out jean! your heterosexual life partner just forgot who you are and has imprinted on another cop way cooler and sexier than you! jean!! jean hes having a bisexual awakening without you!!! JEAN!!!!
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phatcatphergus · 2 months
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Tubbo and Molly QPR real
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I’m sorry but NONE of you are going to convince me that loml is about Matty Healy there is no way she’s calling the guy she dated for a couple months the loss of her life over a 6 YEAR relationship
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fredbydawn · 9 days
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Constantly flipping back and forth between wanting to believe that Amanda was Adam’s feminist vegan punk (maybe kinda gay) ex girlfriend and wanting to believe that Adam’s girlfriend left him for Amanda
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rinwhore · 2 years
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some of adorable and tiny shinichiro panels as we celebrate his birthday today<3
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Happy Shinichiro Day❤
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kendallsroyco · 10 months
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Oml the way she was looking Matt up and down??? Jen's aunt was ready to pounce on him in front of Jen and the family 😭
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And Jen's uncle iimmediately taking her away and then giving Matt the death stare 😭 he really said you're not stealing my wife!
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a-strange-inkling · 8 months
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A bit more of the Count of Monte Cristo AU, featuring some baby hellcheer and Jason’s POV:
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Christina was meant to be his.
Jason knew that.
It was predestined, written in the stars. He had known it the moment he first saw her when they were just children, playing in the fields in the countryside, her hair like honey beneath her bonnet, eyes gray and blue like the seaside. When they would run through the tall grass together, he would hold out his hand and she would take it and she would smile.
It was a small smile, shy, but it was still bright… It was. He hadn’t made it all up. He knew she loved him. She had to… How couldn’t she?
One couldn’t pretend to love. She was going to be his wife one day.
Nothing was more certain until the earth shifted beneath his feet that day in the early summer when he took Christina out to the market, her arm tucked safely in the crook of his own. Sheltered little thing as she was, she was enthralled by the people, the smells and the sounds. Jason had some coins in his pocket that Father had given him and he would buy her something pretty to wear if she liked, maybe some ribbons for her golden hair, or something sweet for her to taste on her tongue. Maybe she’d even let her kiss him in secret behind the linen stands where no one could see. They were twelve at the time and he was so eager to please her, to enchant her.
It was a perfect day, until she suddenly tugged at his sleeve and he looked down to see her staring off toward the town center, her eyes sparkling. “Jason, what is that boy's name?”
Jason’s brows lowered in confusion and followed her gaze to see just who she was speaking of. Edward—rather Eddie—Munson sat at the edge of the fountain a small distance away, playing his guitar with a straw hat at his feet, collecting dust and spare change from those passing by. His dark eyes were on them, on Christina, smiling at her like a damned fool.
Jason frowned immediately.
“Who? Eddie?” He had known Eddie his whole life. His uncle managed in his father’s shipyard and Eddie served as the cabin boy on the Loch Nora for the last three years. He was a few years older than him, illiterate and poor as the dirt he was covered in. “He just works for my father.”
“Are you friends?” she asked.
“Yes, I suppose,” Jason replied with a stiff shrug, feeling suddenly kind of embarrassed about his companionship with the penniless orphan… the ship builder’s nephew. Eddie was amusing and good at playing catch when Jason’s studies were a bit too boring. He liked him well enough, but he still felt the need to explain himself to her. He was a viscount after all. “He's the only one around who’s my age.”
Christina nodded in understanding, half listening as she just kept staring at Eddie. Their eyes still locked on one another. Jason began to feel his own sweat staining the linen of his shirt under the hot sun as he looked back and forth between them in nervous confusion. He could not for the life of him understand what was happening here. “Did you wish to make his acquaintance?”
“I already have,” she replied softly. “He just hadn’t told me his name.”
“…Where?” Jason tried not to snap in confusion, a strange sort of dread filling his lungs. Where on earth had his perfect, delicate Christina meet rough and rowdy Edward Munson? He cleared his throat. “Where did you meet him?”
She didn’t answer him, just smiled shyly down at the cobbled street. “…He plays so well, does he not?”
“I…I guess.” Before he could grab hold of her, she slipped away from him, floating toward the music, toward Edward, as if cast under some spell by his playing… or perhaps by his eyes that she had yet to look away from.
“Hey, what are you doing? Wait up.” He called after her, scrambling forward. “Christina!” She was not supposed to leave his side. She was his to look after. His Christina.
His.
“Could we go listen?” she asked as if she wasn't already going to do just that, not even bothering to look over her shoulder.
“You’re not supposed to wander off!” He huffed, pushing past the crowd, falling behind Christina's light and graceful steps weaving her through the myriad with far more ease.
Eddie’s smile grew brighter at her coming, looking almost breathless with wonder when she reached his side, it was like he was looking at the sun for the first time after living underground his whole life. “Hello again.” he greeted her, his song slowing down to something more gentle and sweet, his eyes glimmering with delight.
“Hello.” Chrissy replied a little shyly, curtsying politely.
“…I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.” There was some amusement in his tone, some secret between them that made fire burn behind Jason’s eyes.
“My family summers here, near the seaside,” she told him, folding her hands in front of her skirts. “…I wanted to thank you.”
Thank him? For what exactly?
Eddie’s gaze softened as his eyes glided over her face, his fingers stilling against the chords. “It was nothing… I’m glad you’re alright.”
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heartonxions · 11 months
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congrats to me for making myself go crazy drawing the prettiest girl thing in the world
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d-jango-d-jango · 1 year
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Wifeleaver
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