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genderlesssnake · 11 months
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Giving all of my mutuals strawberry lemonade, a brownie, and a headpat
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dinodogs · 6 months
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need more rwby mutuals
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the truth is without tumblr my mental health would be shit
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fadeintoyou1993 · 9 days
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hi👋🏽 my last post lost traction before i could reach my goal, and since this is like a time sensitive issue and quite important im remaking it just to see if it works 🥹 but umm long story short my cat archie from riverdale needs to get an important surgery soon and i simply cannot afford the procedure + aftercare supplies + medication alongside my own things (im an autistic adhd adult in ongoing treatment without a fixed income bc accessible jobs are fucking impossible to find where i live) so!
i have a premium theme you can find here
i have a free theme (and more free themes) here
here's a yellowjackets icon pack
i take commissions for basically anything involving this website
this is my ko-fi and this is my paypal.me
thank u sm in advance!!!!
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hanasinbloom · 1 year
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also!! request part two: the goths uwu <3
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Behold: the healthiest and most stable relationship in Total Drama history.
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comedi-anne · 7 months
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Sydney Comic Page 1/5
I really love the scene where you get to yell at him. :3c
Open image in new tab for bigger quality.
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upperranktwo · 2 years
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"I want the confidence to say it's okay that I'm alive!"
Happy Birthday Angie ♡ @okkottsus
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pedgito · 4 months
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clawing at the walls for the tiniest little snippet of rich bfd joel 🙏🏼
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preview at some pics for the fic header, you know...for the vibes and all
Joel is in his 40s here & Reader is early 20s
There is a belief in you, fully realized, that something is up here.
"Mr. Miller," You lick your lips hesitantly, squaring yourself up against the counter, standing straight, trying not to seem like you were teetering near a dangerous edge of delirium, wondering if you we're imagining all of this, "can I ask you something?"
There's a severe lack of distance between you two, knees knocking against each other's gently from where you both stand, eyes searching out cautiously even though you know there's nothing to worry about. You were alone, something that has happened far too many times over the past few months. Lingering moments of wandering gazes, eyes connection from across the room even if Joel was surrounded by people, partying with friends while you're tucked away in the corner while Sarah talks to you about the boys at school that you can't be bothered to give the time of day.
Because of Joel. Because your mind is so tainted by the idea of him.
His palm is flattened out against the counter, adorned with a couple golden rings that clack against the marble, gold chains to match that sat perfectly against his chest, framing the small patch of hair that peeked out over his unbuttoned shirt, silk-pressed and adorned in a silly design that somehow always managed to work perfectly with whatever Joel paired it with.
"Course," He assures you, "You need somethin'? 'Cause you know if things aren't alright at home you're welcome to stay with us."
Joel reaches out to touch your cheek, the warmth of his skin melding with your own as your breath catches in your throat.
Touch wasn't new, but it never got old. Like a brand against your skin that screamed out for more. You look down briefly, mouth opening slightly to say something, but quickly resigns back to it's previous position, lips pursed under a soft scowl.
"I can take care of you," Joel reminds, like you could ever fucking forget it, adoration written all over your features—and the outfits you wore that he bought, the dainty gold chain that he'd leant to you as a gift when you pointed out how much you liked it—he'd bought it for himself but there was no resistance in offering over it over to you, bright smile stretching across your face in the moment that Joel felt a sickening addiction to, "—if that's what you need, sweetheart."
and that's all you get bitches
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grootguardians · 1 year
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Near the end of guardians Vol. 1, in the “bunch of jackasses standing in a circle” scene, Peter asks them to save Xandar even though they’ll likely die trying. And they all agree. It would be an honour to die amoung friends, even. The Guardians are willing to die for each other.
But by the time Vol. 3 rolls around, at the end of the movie, Peter gathers the Guardians in a circle again and the group all goes their seperate ways. They’re all willing to live. To try. To carry the love of their friends and family with them as they take their own paths and heal. I just think it’s neat how, at first, each Guardian is willing to die for each other. But by the end, they’ve learned to LIVE, for themselves
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hueningkai · 1 year
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happy birthday @choiyeonjuns !!
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todayisafridaynight · 2 years
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yakuza 3 epilogue
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outersoap · 8 days
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ily <3
:0!!
:D!!!!!!!!
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dalloneveryday · 6 months
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its day 34 have the silly of all time
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sundaywithoutgod · 2 months
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bork bork bork bork
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blood-mocha-latte · 5 months
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to the millionth degree
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The metal of the jailhouse bars was cool against his lips. 
Their hands, clasped together and resting on the steel, seemed to generate the only warmth in the open, echoing room.
“Carwood,” He said, voice strained and shaking, hands warm and rough. “It’s not too late—”
“Of course it is,” Carwood cut him off. It was almost like they’d switched positions, in two years. Neither hunted nor hunter, neither loved nor lover, the same in the most opposite way. “It’s always been too late. Since… since the day I first saw you, it was too late.”
Dark eyes bore into his and barely wavered. Slender, calloused fingers tightened around his own before releasing them.
“Go.” Ronald Speirs said, and stepped further back into the cell. “Before I won’t let you.”
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19.4k - Rated E - Read on Ao3
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