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andylantsov · 2 years

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am i an overheated laptop or am i a

#boop #boopdedoop #*windows shutting down sound*#sugar sugar everything sugar #yes it's fanfic rereading time #or nap time #taylor swift #sometimes selena gomez's voice soothes me so much #that i-i actually take a *nap*

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pixlokita · 4 years

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Art blocks mean Mini-Mythology Pt.2! (this time reference was used as you can probably tell) xD

#pix habla #my art #mini mythology #peryton #hippocampus #wybern #boopdedoop

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lab-gr0wn-lambs · 4 years

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Boopdedoop make sure to check out my Momotaro animation meme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V-dYo8uOlig

#animation #character animation #animated gif #2d animation #hand drawn animation #Character Design #original character #art #my art #artists on tumblr #animators on tumblr #animation meme #momotaro

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21stcenturyyfoxx · 5 years

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Best Friends Father: Chapter Three

Warnings:

Reference to past crime, angst.

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Her heels clicked on the tile, hips swaying effortlessly to the drum beat in her world, her own world.

She still possessed a key to the house.

Her body adorned the lovesick bruises, bites against her tanned skin.

“Mom!” Ava shouted as she flew into her mothers arms, hanging onto her mom as if she was a koala to a tree.

Jennifer lightly smiled at her last born, running a few slender fingers through he long hair.

“Where’s your father?”

“With Y/N. He’s helping her file a protection order against Jesse in his office.” Ava muttered against her mother’s skin.

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Jennifer could hear a light laughter as she approached the office door, it was cracked just enough for her to peer inside without being discovered.

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“And that’s how Ava got the scar righttttt.. there on her chin.” He said through mild chuckles as he gently tapped your chin, right where Ava had a scar from falling off the bed when she was five — you must have missed that day at the house.

You laughed softly, realizing Keanu’s fingers still lingered on your skin. His eyes showing a different gaze, a softer yet deepening gaze.

“Well, I hope I’m not intruding?" Jennifer said as she had quietly made her way into the room, noticing her soon-to-be ex husbands’ actions. A knowing look in her eyes towards him, he only swallowed hard; his Adam’s apple moving downward then up again.

You looked Jennifer over, a bruise ever so slightly peaking its way out of her blouse; a hickey.

You knew they were fresh, you glanced at Keanu with a raised eyebrow. His head bowed, glancing over paperwork.

Your eyes catching one word: Divorce.

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you tried to play dumb.

“Keanu, can I speak with you?” She said coldly, you understood there was absolutely no love left in her body for the man that stood before her.

He looked up at her, nodding.

“Pretty Girl, would you mind stepping out for a few minutes?” He asked, a genuine smile and look of sorrow plastered on his mug.

You smiled back, sheepishly, nodding at his request.

Jennifer closed the door behind you, but, you pressed your ear to the door. Just for a moment.

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“‘Pretty Girl’, huh?” She asked, a rough laugh leaving her throat.

Keanu ignored her words, quickly reading over any remaining artifacts of their agreement on spousal support before he signed his name onto the document; handing it to her quickly with a disapproving look.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing with the little whore...”

Your heart snapped inside at the words that Jennifer spewed hatefully towards Keanu about you; this was a woman you had admired, who had raised you.

“Don’t fucking call her that, Jen.” He hissed angrily.

“You shouldn’t be calling anyone a whore, I mean, look at yourself, Margarita.” He hissed the nickname.

You had heard it often when they’d fight, granted it was extremely rare they fought in the thirty years they were together or what you had remembered of it.

He knew she hated the name. To her, it was a hit to the face; knowing her ex-boyfriend used to call her that when she was pimped out; nobody was innocent.

Suddenly a force was heard; a slap to the face. You ducked behind the door as it swung open, Jennifer storming out in a rage, not even bothering to look back.

You snuck back in to see Keanu facing the window of his office, it faced the driveway.

“Ke?” You whispered.

He turned around, right side of his face red with faint lines of a handprint.

You rushed to his side, cupping his face, examine the marking.

“How much did you hear?"

“Oh, nothing... I saw her storm out.”

“Don’t lie to me, Sweetness.” He said looking down at you.

You shifted your gaze away from him, looking at the stacks of papers on his desk.

“All of it..” you mumbled.

His hand found your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“You’re not a whore, my Pretty Girl.”

You chuckled bitterly.

“I slept with your son and kissed the other..” you said shamefully.

“That might qualify me as at least a hoe.” You said half-jokingly.

Keanu shook his head, dismissing the notion.

“That’s the past. You need to embrace the future.” He said softly, his touch still having a gentle hold onto you.

The two of you stood there, paralyzed, eyes locked with the other; breathing hindered by anxiety.

Keanu leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against yours.

Your eyes closed, feeling as if you may pass out.

“I can’t fight this for much longer, Y/N.” Keanu said softly, the feeling of his lips grazing yours gave you a boldness you never felt before.

“Then don’t...” you breathed out.

Taglist: @mikaneonox @fanficsrusz @sgt-morgan @krazycags01 @boopdedoop

#keanu reeves #keanu x you #keanu x reader #best friends father #BFF #series #chapter 3

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keanu-fics · 5 years

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Happy Place

Requested by @boopdedoop , I’m sorry I made you wait so long.

A reader who had a bad day and John takes care of her. It is pretty short and I hope you like it ❤❤❤

You were sitting in your car, parked in a garage. You have been sitting there for a while, your hands placed on top of the stirring wheel, your head nesting on top. The day had been a disaster and you practically ran home from work. You made it home a lot earlier than usual and John was not there. Otherwise he would have heard your car and would be greeting you along with Dog.

Your chest was tight and your breathing rugged. It felt impossible to breathe. You should just drive. Drive away. The anxiety was unbearable. You had a dozen coping techniques for anxiety under your belt, but when you really needed them, they all felt useless.

The garage door opened after what felt like an hour but could not have been more than ten minutes. John was standing there, holding two heavy shopping bags, Dog standing right next to him. John stared at you, confused, but soon enough walked in and put the grocery bags down. He opened the passenger door and sat down next to you.

“Tough day?” he asked.

You nodded. You gripped the stirring wheel harder, resolute to ignore the overwhelming feeling of dread inside of you. “It’s fine. Just another day. Let’s go inside, I will help you with dinner.” You quickly got out of the car and John was suddenly standing next to you.

“How about you get into the passenger seat and I drive.” he gently grabbed your hands in his. It was not a question, but he was waiting for you to answer. John traced his thumb over your skin.

You did not ask where you were going. You did not care. You just wanted to leave. John knew you well. He knew he needed to give you space during your anxiety episodes. In the past his hands would be all over you, trying to calm you down, but his touch would only make you more tense.

You sat in the passenger seat and John opened the back door for Dog to get in. He himself sat behind the stirring wheel and drove away from the house. John put on mellow instrumental music and neither of you talked. You opened the window and felt a chilly breeze on your skin, that felt so nice over the hot summer evening. Your breathing started to feel more natural again. You closed your eyes and gently swayed to the music.

You drove for about twenty minutes and the heaviness on your chest was now gone. John parked the car on a remote beach. Dog happily jumped out of the car as soon as John opened the door for him and started joyfully running around. John then walked around the car next to your door and opened it for you. He offered you his hand to help you get out and you took it with a smile.

The sky was draped in soft pastel colours, blue and purple and pink and the beach looked so inviting. The sand seemed untouched since the last high tide. You both took your shoes and socks off and felt the soft sand between your toes. You started walking towards Dog and towards the ocean. As a joke you kicked some sand in the air, towards John’s torso and giggling started to run away. John chased after you, pretending he was slower than you. He loved the sound of you laughing.

He caught you after a while, his arms tightly around you and pushed both of you onto the ground, softening your fall. He was on top of you, smiling at you.

“You’re getting slower, old man.” you giggled.

“Maybe so.” he answered, caressing your cheek softly. “I love to see you happy.”

Your hands were around the lapels of his jacket and you pulled him in for a kiss. All of the previous hopelessness was turned into passion. You were pulling John deeper into the kiss, wanting to feel how much he wanted you. Wanting to forget about everything else.

Dog suddenly decided to run towards you two, kicking sand in your faces as he stopped only inches from your heads. You broke the kiss, pushing John away, spitting out sand and laughing.

“Dog.” John laughed too, as the creature was panting happily above you two. John stood up, helping you up to your feet as you were trying to get the last grains of sand out of your mouth. Dog went into a playful fighting stance and growled at John who took the invitation and started chasing Dog around, until Dog was barking happily. You joined them after watching them for a while. The world made sense again.

#John Wick #john wick fanfiction #john wick x reader #john wick fanfic

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astral-cataclysm · 4 years

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boopdedoop be back later

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dstroym · 5 years

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 years

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That mother mother song reminded me of another one that’s weirdly perfect for them. It’s “Arms tonite” by mother mother, Sherlock’s point of view right after the fall

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I fell in your arms tonightI fell hard in your arms tonightIt was niceI died in your arms tonightI slipped through into the afterlifeIt was niceWhite lies in your arms tonightI lost sight in your arms tonightIt was niceAnd hey, you, don’t you think it’s kinda cuteThat I [I] died [died] right inside your arms tonightThat I’m fine even after I have diedBecause it was in your arms I diedI cried in the afterlifeI cry hard because I have diedAnd you’re aliveI try to escape afterlifeI try hard to get back insideYour arms aliveAnd hey [hey], you [you], don’t you think it’s kinda cuteThat I [I] try [try] to escape the afterlifeThat I [I] try [try] to get back in your arms aliveThat I died in your armsThat I fell hard in your armsI went and died in your arms that nightI fell in your arms tonightSuicide in your armsAnd hey, you, don’t you think it’s kinda cuteThat I [I] died [died] right inside your arms tonightThat I’m fine even after I have diedThat I [I] try [try] to escape the afterlifeThat I [I] try [try] to get back in your arms aliveThat I died in your arms that nightI fell in your arms tonightI died in your arms tonightI lie in your arms tonightI fell in your arms tonight

(Lyrics from Genius.com)

Hi Nonny!

Wow, you’re evil LOL. I’m in actual pain at these lyrics hidden below a boopdedoop ditty. Hahaahaha I love dying! Thank you for this suggestion, Lovely!

#steph replies #johnlock playlist #artist mother mother #song arms tonite #Anonymous

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gifmelol · 6 years

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