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#anywayyyyy.
kennythetrampvamp · 9 months
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aaronstveit · 2 years
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people on the internet are literally like you don’t have to come out of the closet if you don’t want to! that is completely valid! unless you are a celebrity and i think you’re gay then if you don’t come out you’re queerbaiting and that’s homophobic and you deserve to die. and they think this is normal behavior
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mykaeba · 1 year
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…he was just here so he could watch me.
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limesquares · 7 months
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some Ophelias :3
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bigfuckingfrog · 9 days
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💕butter gummies💕
i wanted to test out blending for shading and couldn’t get this image out of my head so here we are!
ID: A digital drawing of 2 ochre slime creatures lifting thumbs up in the air with a speech bubble coming from the both of them saying “it’s all love, now!”. There are small love hearts above both creatures and a big love heart between them. End ID.
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cadaverousdecay · 1 month
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vampire hunting kit
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rintarolovebot · 1 year
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HAPPY VALENTINE’S!
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summary — in which your athlete boyfriend decided to take a day off from practice on the day before his big game, to spend valentine’s day with you, the most special person in his life.
author’s note my very very very late valentine’s day post <3 isn’t the best but it works ><
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you were expecting an empty space beside you as you awoke at 7 am in the morning. to see your boyfriend’s arms draped over your waist surprised and confused you.
you wondered if he accidentally slept in.
oh, shit! did he? he’s gonna get an earful from his coach when he gets there..
you shake him awake “rin? love, wake up.”
he stirs awake.. a bit. well, progress.
“you’re late for practice,” you told him. he rubs his eyes as he gets adjusted to the light from your bedroom’s window. your eyes softened while watching him do the things people do on a daily basis but something about watching him do it makes you melt.
he just looks so cute doing normal habits. you already came to a conclusion that you were a simp for your own boyfriend — and it didn’t even bother you.
you are so in love with him. it hurts. you could only hope he feels the same way.
and well, little did you know — he does. even more. he feels more love than what you feel for him.
he fell first. you fell harder. he fell even harder.
when he finally opens his eyes, you smile at him. “hi, good morning. you’re late for practice,” you chuckled mid-sentence.
your hands find its way to his hair as you pushed back his bangs to kiss his forehead. he closes his eyes and exhaled softly.
he feels so much love for you — it makes him want to cry sometimes because he has not never felt this much love in his entire life. and he’s damn sure he would never let anyone take this love he’s feeling from you away.
you two were a thing ever since high school, and now you two are both adults working for a stable life. you two have come a long way in life, and will continue to strive life’s obstacles together.
and he vowed he would always be yours.
“what’re you thinking about?” you asked him when you saw him stare at you. his eyes were soft, full of love and comfort.
he smiles, “just how much i love you.”
you snorted, “well stop thinking about me and get ready. your coach is gonna make you run laps and i’m gonna have to massage your back again because you’re not going to stop bitching about how sore they are,” you joked.
he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest. “you like it when you massage me. don’t deny, babe,” he nudged his face onto your waist.
your hands fiddled with his hair as he continued to rub his face onto your waist. “i have to make breakfast, let go.” he simply just shook his head and tightened his hold on you.
“it’s valentine’s day, baby. let’s stay in bed longer,” he murmured.
so, that’s why he got a day off? for valentine’s day?
“you got a day off to spend valentine’s day for me?” you teased. “the suna rintaro is going soft for me, it seems.”
you could feel his smile as he raised his head to speak his mind. you were expecting a snarky remark but he said, “i did. wanted to spend the day of love with my girl,” he gives a toothy smile when he sees you roll your eyes.
“that’s so cheesy, let go of me,” you said. he went back to his previous position — his face squished against your waist while his limbs were tangled with yours.
the cold temperature from your air conditioning unit while the sunlight peaks through the blinds makes you want to give in to your boyfriend’s wants and stay in bed a little longer.
and boy, did you give in.
you fixed your position and pulled rintaro’s head closer to your chest as he snuggles around your body. you kiss his forehead again before squishing your cheek onto the top of his head.
this is home, you figured.
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additional hi hehehehe
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ambrosethedarling · 3 months
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Yeah I have no excuse for this I just wanted to draw him topless again
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blood-and-breath · 4 months
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black and bloody, rotten and perfect.
the lovers, nin / tetsuo the iron man (1989) / crash (1996)
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god-of-this-new-blog · 6 months
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“Call me what you want, and I’ll be that”
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Caleb McLaughlin as LUCAS SINCLAIR | Stranger Things 4
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overcrowded-camp · 5 months
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well here’s the thing. durge arrives at gortash’s coronation and they know they should bring their companions with them because, well, he’s one of the guys controlling the nether brain, and all of this is a big deal and very confusing. but this coronation feels private. it feels like something they don’t want to share. it feels like something they can’t name (or won’t admit to themselves).
so they leave their companions outside. “i’ll be back in five minutes, if you hear fighting come running” type deal. great. they go into the coronation.
on the other side of the room, at the end of this red and gold aisle, is this man. he’s scruffy and well dressed and unmistakably enver gortash. then he notices them and he smiles. and suddenly all of these emotions come flooding back. fondness, and familiarity, and a terrifying swell of affection and rightness. like the feeling they get coming back to camp after a hard day, but so much more.
the room gets quiet. people are staring. durge walks down the aisle to enver gortash (and they can’t shake the feeling that this, more than the atrocities they’ve committed and their determination to be good despite it all, is their greatest sin yet).
he tells them about their plan. about how clever they were. about how terrible orin has been, and what the consequences will be if they can’t get the brain back under control. and he doesn’t say it out loud—won’t in front of so many others, or simply cannot bring himself to—but they can read him like no one else they’ve ever met, and it is clear in his voice and in every line on his face and each gesture of his hands that he has missed them.
but they’re back now. no more tolerating orin. no more revisions to plans made for two. no more lonely late nights. the two of them will unseat their gods and rule the world. together.
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gasterofficial · 2 years
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what do you think gaster's favorite pokemon would be?
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camaraderie within the code
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chrisrin · 1 year
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homestuck alternate universe fic by unda 
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sentientsky · 5 months
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he asks you to come with him, the rising tones of his voice like an ache in your chest. i need you, he says. be together, he says. and you'd do anything for him. right? but how could he ask you to return to the scene of the crime? to play necromancer and let him lead your corpse, lurching/rotting/keening, through corridors that have always been too-sharp, too-white, too-mouthcrackingopenlikeathreat. the cherubs all show their teeth, and you both know any good autoclave won't tolerate infection.
how can you be expected to return to the same place that first ruined you?—to the house that killed the angel that once looked like you, that once wore your face and pressed stars into the universe's side? to the place that carved bits of God out from under your skin, digging deep into flesh and muscle and carotid artery?
how do you tell him that you love him, but that your body still flinches in the sterile fluorescent heat of holy light? that you'd sooner bite the hand that pushed you from a steep height than return on hollow half-promises of a gentle touch; that you'd gnaw your own leg off if it meant freeing yourself from the open/close bear trap of your mother's embrace?
he asks you to come with him.
the nightingales have never been so quiet.
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