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gasstationpopcorn · 9 hours

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tiktok

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin #mine #jo:g #bojan is just a yassified balkan dad #balkan daddyfication of bojan #no wait that would have a different meaning #find urself someone who can do both #so anyway

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snailsandstrawberries · 10 hours

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dont know how i managed to repress this but. for my final exam in high school you had to bring a quote that meant a lot to you and explain it and you had to really convince the teacher cause it was for half the marks. so you had to take it very very seriously. after a LOT of debating if it was cringe and if my teacher would recognize it (since we dont live in an english speaking country i assumed not but thats not a very waterproof argument and im aware lol), i chose "embrace the void and have the courage to exist" because of course i did. apparently it went well because my exam ended with me having to tell her that, yeah, she could find this dan howell with two l's on youtube and her telling me that she would watch some of his videos that night because he sounded very smart and very funny and im. still not over that what have i done o god

#the reason i remember it now is because we have a reunion in two weeks and i'll have to talk to her #and i will not survive if she actually watched him #that would expose so much about my personality im afraid #o god what if she's a phannie now #WHAT IF SHE'S ON HERE O GOD NO I WOULD DIE #so anyway #dnp #dan howell #phil lester #phan #<- for the Bit

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teaboot · 10 months

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how could you like the colour yellow

see a therapist immediately

I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.

When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.

I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.

I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.

Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.

The artist's theme was "happiness".

What it is. How we make it. How to share it.

All bright, lovely yellow.

The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.

Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.

Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.

I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.

Do you understand?

#So anyway #I like yellow now #Lol #Teaboot #Oh and yeah I actually am in therapy so good call #This is all in good fun please everyone be nice

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kukya · 3 months

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AU Where Jet doesn't find out that Iroh and Zuko are FN

So uh yeah uh

A lot of people are having a heart attack this day. Zuko because of a scary and an unwise water tribe peasants. Iroh and Jet when they see the candles go WHOSH. Katara when her brother turns out to be pretty flammable and he's about to gain a matching scar. Aang because he's empathetic king. Toph because people are suddenly dying. (Kira's unhealthy laugh thunders somewhere distant.)

If you can't read the handwriting there's ALT under each photo (I hope I did it right)

There's a link to original post by @stark-tony and @appendingfic: https://www.tumblr.com/appendingfic/621574323454492672/stark-tony-au-where-jet-doesnt-find-out-that?source=share

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milo-media · 1 year

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Bad boys and bandages!!!

#i meant to make this comic before the third session #so anyway #if the art looks kind of scuffed its cuz i usually draw on my phone #and this was done on my laptop #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #limited life smp #trafficblr #mcyt #mcyt fanart #milo art #bad boys

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leafspiritz · 4 months

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don’t leave, ok?

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mikeluciraphgabe · 1 year

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No but Dick being an officer is so fucking funny

That once comic where he jumps over a tall ass fucking fence like it’s nothing in full uniform? How does his partner not know he’s Nightwing?

Dick giving criminals the Superman Disappointed Stare(tm) when he cuffs them bc he grew up around it? He makes the criminal feel ten times worse and slowly pass the stolen items back to the store clerk.

Calling his family on those q-word days.

Not using his gun bc he was raised not to use them/knowing how to use literally anything but a gun and using his taser (only when he really can’t do anything else) instead? Oh baby, yes a million times.

Fist fighting people instead of, again, not using guns? Gets him yelled at by his Sargent but the guy secretly is impressed

Getting shot/hurt on the job and the hospital calling Bruce’s cell. Bruce answering with a confused face during a WE meeting, his face going pale as the nurse explains what is going on. Bruce booking it to said hospital and holding his son’s hand as Dick is still asleep. Bruce blaming himself like he always does when one of his children is hurt?

GOD THE ANGST AND THE FLUF THAT FOLLOWS!

Dick waking up, a familiar hand holding his, a hand he hasn’t felt that hand in his own in… a long time. Bruce isn’t really a tactical person after all. The first twitch and groan snaps Bruce out of the trance of watching his heart rate, standing from the chair.

“Chum? Baby?”

A shuttered breath.

“Heya Dad.”

It was fitting for the moment, despite not really ever saying that name. He barley even uses it for when he’s hurt and in the Batcave. It was a sacred word between the two - and not just because of his birth father.

Like a broke dam, Bruce sits gingerly on the bed and pulls Dick into his arms, rocking them and whispering nothings. He needs this. Needs to feel his son alive. And Dick let’s him, cuddling up to Bruce.

#I GENUINELY did NOT mean for that to take that turn #so anyway #if you wanna write a fic imma need the link #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batdad #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne is a good father #good dad bruce wayne #batman and robin #Batman

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thebibliosphere · 7 months

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Something I really appreciated about having my friends around is that they’re not chronically online people. Like they’re online in the sense that they use social media, but they use it a “normal” amount.

Anyway, they asked me a question about what it's like being 'popular' on the Internet and if I've ever dealt with any of the harassment they hear so much about and it culminated in me saying something along the lines of, "but yeah, that's like fairly normal for being online these days" and the Look they gave me was akin to what I'd imagine you'd give someone who just said, "I routinely go dumpster diving at biohazard disposal facilities because I've lost all sense of self-preservation and common sense" and um, yeah.

Still... still re-evaluating some things over here.

#therapy was fucking brutal yesterday #when I explained about my emails my therapist literally went off screen to pace #apparently when I told her I'd cut my email workload in half #I did not fully explain what that meant #so anyway #working more on that

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emry-stars-art · 5 months

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Pros of “apology dinner” at the Hemmicks: Drake’s dead now

Cons of “apology dinner” at the Hemmicks:

everything else

#using my love of and ability to draw decent sheets and bedding for ✨evil✨#at time of drafting:#I have mentally and emotionally drained myself this fine Sunday #👍#unfortunately for all of us I was reading through the updates over on otdiaftg #kept getting punched in the gut #and saw an opportunity to test my limits with drawing emotion #so anyway #if you guys know of any fandom-specific tags I should add lmk #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #drake spear #blood #I guess it’s b&w/graphite but just to be safe

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frnkiebby · 2 months

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🎶sleep isn’t real🎶have some cute ass frank and gerard gifs~🎃

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biscuitboba · 7 months

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So, about sharing food...

We all know about luffy and his incredible love for food right? He's not really the type to share his food with another person. If anything, luffy likes to steal food from others. So of course we can't help but to notice when luffy's willing to share some of his food with another person.

And after rereading the manga (pre-TS era) i noticed some differences in the two situations where luffy offers to share his food. And i need to ramble about it!!

So nami... at that time, she was feeling sad about vivi something (also very clear from her facial expression!). Then luffy said to her "i'll give you some meat if you want, nami!", "only one though". From his words and his expression we can tell that luffy wasn't really that thrilled with the idea of giving his food away, heck he even limited the amount of food he was willing to give... BUT STILL, it was a very wholesome gesture, especially from luffy!! cuz usually he wouldn't give away his food to anyone.

So now let's see another case of luffy wanting to share his food with another person...

Honestly?? I don't even know what to say, zoro is just being zoro here. He looked pretty annoyed... but that's just the usual zoro! feeling lowkey irritated, skeptical, and just being on guard like always. Nothing out of the ordinary. But luffy? He looked at zoro and he literally said " i will share my lunchbox with you" while smiling and also laughing???

Let's just think about this.

Back then with nami, she clearly looked sad/down... but luffy just wanted to 'give' her one piece of meat, meanwhile it was quite clear that he had more than one piece of meat. But in zoro's case? Luffy just wanted to bribe zoro so that zoro would come with him by offering to 'share' some of his lunch. He didn't even specify about how much of his food he was willing to share with zoro??

Idk maybe im overthinking it but it's just ????

Anyway all im saying is that sharing food is luffy's special secret love language, i don't make the rules

#BTW i actually adore lunami so like i just wanted to say that it was never my intention to compare lunami and zolu #its just that luffy rarely shares his food with other people #and surprise surprise zoro nami are the only 2 person i can think of that i know luffy has offered food to?#so anyway #zolu #luzo #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece #alabasta arc #thriller bark arc

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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here’s how this started

Eddie finally arrives at Steve’s around ten.

He speeds on the way over, and counts his blessing that there’s no traffic on Sunday nights.

“Where’s my darling?” he calls when he goes inside, hanging his jacket on the coatrack, at home.

“Kitchen,” Steve’s voice calls back, and Eddie grins, kicking his shoes off. The hallway is dark as he heads toward the warm glow of the kitchen, still smiling as he steps inside, leaning against the doorframe. Only one of the lights is on, dim and cozy and warm and shining on Steve like soft sunlight.

Steve is leaning against the counter, both hands holding a mug that’s steaming over his face, smiling softly as Eddie checks him out. His sweatpants are loose but tied around his hips, the drawstring in a cute little bow, and the cropped Hellfire shirt exposes his belly, his scars, the soft hair under his belly button. His legs are crossed leisurely, his hair messy and soft, freshly cleaned and air-dried so it’s a little frizzy. He looks beautiful.

Eddie pulls his hair to cover his face, his smile widening, and he squeals, which makes Steve laugh softly, moving the mug down.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Your tummy.”

Steve snorts, rolling his eyes and shaking his head fondly.

“How was the campaign?” he asks. Eddie checks him out again, eyes lingering on the hem of his shirt.

“Fine,” he says, forgetting what the question was. “Can I touch you?”

Steve sips his tea, smiling.

“Yes, you insatiable weirdo, come here.”

Eddie squeals again, standing up straight off the doorframe and flapping his hands excitedly as he goes to Steve, who beams and sets his mug down to hold his hands out to touch his face when he’s close enough. Steve pulls him into a tender kiss, smiling against his lips, and he combs his hair back when they part.

“How are you still so stoked about touching me?” he asks quietly. His hands are hot from the tea, a welcome sensation on his face after being out in the cold.

“My boyfriend’s the sexiest man in the world,” Eddie mumbles against his lip. “Why wouldn’t I be stoked about touching him?”

Steve's cheeks flush, and Eddie pulls away enough to look at him, touching him just above the waistline of his pants, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows.

“Your hands are so cold,” Steve whispers, closing his eyes as Eddie slides his hands over his waist.

“Mm. Sorry, sweetheart.”

“‘S okay. Feels good.”

“You feel good,” Eddie says, squeezing his waist, kneading at it gently.

“You’re pathetic,” Steve giggles, lifting his arms to drape them over his shoulders.

“‘S not very nice,” Eddie scolds lightly, pinching him, and Steve’s smile widens. He’s glowing.

“Sorry, baby.”

Eddie hums in acceptance and lifts his chin for another kiss. Steve obliges, pressing his fingers into Eddie’s hair, sucking on his lip.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” Eddie whispers breathlessly when they part.

“Yes,” Steve breathes, smiling.

Eddie grins and kisses him one last time before he slowly lowers to his knees. Steve uncrosses his legs so he can kneel between them, smiling down at him, touching the top of his head softly.

“Pretty boy,” he murmurs, closing his eyes and pressing his face against Steve’s belly, sighing.

“You’re such a dork,” Steve whispers fondly. Eddie just hums in agreement before he pulls away to press a kiss to his skin, next to his belly button, then another on the other side, then one more to his belly button, dipping his tongue inside to hear Steve giggle, to feel his stomach tense with it. “Dork.”

Eddie grins, kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down a little, just under his hips to kiss him more, more, moremoremore.

He licks a stripe up from his waist and to the hem of the shirt, humming softly, satisfied. Steve’s fingers scratch at his scalp as he licks again. His fingers hook on the waistband of Steve’s sweatpants, tugging them down further so he can reach the soft flesh above ass, kneading it softly.

“That feels so good, Eds,” Steve whispers. Eddie hums again, squeezing, and he finally teases Steve’s skin with his teeth, nibbling softly, carefully. “You can bite harder, baby.”

“You sure?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yes, please.”

Eddie exhales, eyes fluttering.

“So polite, baby.”

“Mhmm.”

He bites him. Hard. Steve lets out a strained exhale, his fingers tightening in Eddie’s hair.

When Eddie pulls away, he opens his eyes to look at the bite mark, the perfect print of his teeth pressed into Steve’s golden, star-speckled skin.

“Fuck.”

He slides his tongue over the mark, and Steve moans softly, breathily.

“Again.”

Eddie does it again. And again. And again. Until Steve’s belly is covered in prints of Eddie’s teeth, covered in spit and careful love.

“Eddie,” Steve pants when Eddie finally stops, fingers tight in Eddie’s curls. “Need you.”

“Yeah?” Eddie says softly, smiling, sliding a hand down to grope Steve’s dick over the sweatpants, snickering when Steve’s knees buckle and he catches himself on the counter.

“Fuck.”

“You wanna go to the bedroom so you can lay down and relax and I can take care of you?”

“Fuck— Yes, sir.”

Eddie sucks one last mark into his skin, smiling.

“‘S a good boy,” he murmurs. Steve whimpers.

Eddie stands slowly, pressing gentle kisses up his chest and neck until he can wrap his arms around his waist. Steve kisses him deeply, hugging him around the neck, licking into his mouth, and he whines when Eddie reaches down to his thighs, lifting him up to carry him out of the room.

“You’re keeping the shirt on,” he says as heads down the hall to the stairs. “Got it?”

Steve mumbles something into his neck that Eddie assumes is something along the lines of yes, sir, and Eddie smiles.

“That’s my boy.”

#so anyway #steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson blurb #steddie #steddie blurb #steddie fanfic #steddie ficlet

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murderoushagthesequel · 11 months

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just saw a half dead tree in the middle of an empty field and i'm thinking about muggle au regulus going there as an escape and james living across the street and watching and being obsessed with the beautiful but sad boy who hangs out by the dying tree every day and one day he works up the courage to go say hi...

#so anyway #regulus black #jegulus #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #hag's random au ideas #fic ideas #jegulus fanfiction

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thunderjackal · 1 month

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no this isn't the third drawing i've made today what are you talking about

ANYWAY GERRY AND MICHEAL WOO YEAAah. Gerry came out more egirl than goth but i'm too attached to his tiny shorts to get rid of them