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obsob · 2 years
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KISSING YOU mentally 
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colorful-horses · 2 years
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ponytober day 23: favorite episode
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luneariann · 9 months
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Some silly little skk doodles
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gunsatthaphan · 1 year
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#smooth 🫡
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always was, always will be aboriginal land ❤️💛🖤
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dazaisflatass · 1 month
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Follow to see pictures of Dazai's flat ass
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httpiastri · 19 days
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i'm supposed to be on my break but i couldn't not come on here and post at least something about osc's birthday so
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pls have my possibly all time fave oscar pic 💗 happy birthday to the love of my life, so thankful to have him in my life (even though it's just through a screen) 🫶
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cherubdulce · 4 months
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I’m in love with a baker, I wanna take her hand and hold it close to my heart (U_U)
🪽 tag list; @lovinglin @eveningshards @lovebugexe @jils-things @gideongrovel @frozenhi-chews @frankenbridez @cupiidzbow @decayedstardust @funkedge @retrojem @negativespiritapologist @dissonantyote @sunstar-of-the-north @icejuggler @rainbowsignal @wisp-herr @rivv1t @bunbunsheart @impurra lmk if you like to be added or removed ! ^_^/
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startistdoodles · 4 months
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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate ❤️ 🎄
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honeydots · 5 months
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i know im late but xanlow pocky doodle was a must....
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animalinvestigator · 9 months
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odaiba day celebration
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boylikeanangel · 2 years
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the quarterfinals of the tournament to crown the Ultimate Supreme Weirdgirl is over! here's the results and the brackets for the semifinals!!!
the voting page for this round can be found here. voting ends on october 24th, at 11:59PM GMT / 3:59PM PST. make sure to share this post once you've voted!
I want to quickly apologise for the time it's taken me to get the results out and next round up and running this time around. I also added an optional question to the end of the last round's voting page as an interest check for a hypothetical second tournament, and the consensus with over 500 votes suggests that's something people would be interested in. depending on how much time I have and how well the final two rounds of this first tournament perform I'll probably put together a second within the next couple of weeks. I'm still taking suggestions for competitors, so drop me an ask!
as always, I'll run through the results of this round in more detail under the cut.
Ponyo vs Wednesday Addams: Ponyo with 475 votes (43.6%) and Wednesday Addams with 618 votes (56.4%)
Mabel Pines vs Trucy Wright: Mabel Pines with 627 votes (57.2%) and Trucy Wright with 469 votes (42.8%) [a very sad result for me personally, and from the looks of it lots of people in the notes calling for a #trucysweep, but she fought well and I can't think of a better weirdgirl for her to finally lose to. congrats mabel!]
Coraline Jones vs Lilo Pelekai: Coraline Jones with 336 votes (30.7%) and Lilo Pelekai with 760 votes (69.3%) [lilo takes the title of most votes this round, beating out the most voted girl in round 1.]
Tome Kurata vs Velma Dinkley: Tome Kurata with 558 votes (50.9%) and Velma Dinkley with 538 votes (49.1%) [this one was TENSE. the aggressive campaigning for tome paid off in the end, though! I always saw tome as somewhat of an underdog, but as we've seen literally nothing is impossible!]
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puppyeared · 6 months
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if escape rooms as team building exercises became popular im not sure if id be more excited or terrified
#if it isnt already anyway.. i can see it happening as a school frosh thing. idk if it would catch on as a workplace thing#i kind of find the concept of being locked in with strangers and working to find a way out weirdly exhilarating though#at least compared to icebreakers cause i dont have to spend 10 minutes racking my brain for something to blurt out abt myself#as a bonus u could like. put people into groups and give prizes to whoever escapes first second third etc. apparently they also do themed#escape rooms.. maybe let people pick a theme? or voluntary sign up? actually this would be really fun for smth like a blind friend date#although if i found out i was locked in a room with an online friend id be too excited to actually escape LOL#ive never done an escape room before so sadly i cant speak from experience. its like up there on things i want to try next to rug tufting#workshop and visiting new art exhibits or conventions. i seriously need to get out more if it wasnt for the horrors <- school and anxiety#i was planning to invite cass to a drop-in art workshop in town but neither of us could go bc typography is making us go thru hell and back#AND THEY HAD A BUTTON MACHINE TOO#im nostalgic bc i miss working in groups and not being awkward abt it or worrying abt schedule conflicts#i realized that i learn best in groups and its a little corny but i like sharing ideas and talking through a problem#in elementary i could just sit down with friends for review and come out of it energized *and* more familiar with the material#and i could technically still do it now. but as adults we're more picky abt who we work with on top of being way more busy outside school#maybe im lonely. im shy and grew up not talking to ppl unless i absolutely have to so its hard to make friends on my own i guess#only thing getting me thru it is telling myself that humans like helping and that my cringe is overblown in my head. but its hard#hence the escape rooms. i have been able to talk to 2(!!) people though!! mostly abt school stuff but im glad to be on friendly terms#i dont really know how to be happy these days cause im constantly scaring myself abt my portfolio and finding places to work#not being ambitious is part of not wanting to put energy into something that wont work out while also not having the passion to do literall#anything else.. i should probably talk to my counsellor ugh#yapping
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darkcandy-starfait · 7 months
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ut month 2023 ❤ - 16. alphys
sorry for being late today! had an unexpectedly busy day lol. but here's the very wonderful alphys, and i think about how bashful she is after mettaton reveals her crush on live TV, she's great :)
info on UT month 2023 here!
* PROSHIPPERS DNI
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sneezydarliing · 1 month
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Close Quarters (Gen/Shin, CynoNari)
Hi um. Me after posting late to my own event. nyways this is for @hachiibun !!!!! thank you So much for your patience i hope you like this. I tried to go insp from some art you've posted so i hope its to ur liking!!!!
Cyno was familiar with Tighnari’s nose. Sensitive and easily set off, it wasn’t uncommon to witness one of his fits if you spent a day with him. His ears would twitch and flick, tail swishing with agitation, nose scrunched up against a wrist until he finally succumbed. His awareness is what led to the sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched the other. 
The two were cramped together in a small inlet, waiting for the moment to strike against a large group of enemies. They crouched side-by-side, shoulders pressed together. Cyno quietly observed, watching the furrow in Tighnari's brows, the flick of his tail, watching him scrub a gloved hand against his nose. The two locked eyes, Tighnari’s eyes red-rimmed and watery with unshed allergic tears. He worried his bottom lip against his teeth, sending a message they both knew. Tighnari needed to sneeze, and there was very little he could do to stop it.  
The specks of pollen coating every surface was the clear culprit. While neither of them were allergic, it was nearly impossible to not feel itchy with the sheer amount of it. Even Cyno, prideful of his own control, had to resist the urge to rub his irritated eyes. Tighnari, however, was fighting a losing battle. He aggressively pawed at his nose, leaving it red and angry looking. They both knew his sneezes could never go unnoticed- Tighnari’s fits were pitchy and desperate, demanding attention whether he wanted it or not. 
Cyno adjusts, freeing a hand, prepared to help if needed. Sure enough, Tighnari’s slow, controlled breath snagged, entering a desperate cresendo as he fought against the itch, battle quickly lost. Cyno watches as he crushes the release against his glove, knowing the control will not last. Tighnari’s nose is never satisfied with just one, and a wet sniffle and the crinkle in his nose confirms his theory. He gives cyno a watery look, warning him of what he already knows.
He slowly manevours around so that he's facing tighnari, ignoring his quiet hiss of “what are you doing?!” then, he brings up his hands, gently presses tighnari against his body, and locks eyes with him. Tighnari  nods, breath already stuttering. Cyno can almost feel the tickle, watching his nose wrinkle as he brings up another glove to scrub at it. His breath takes on an almost desperate whine, and he buries himself into Cyno’s shoulder
As it came to a peak, Cynos hands wrapped around hjs head, pressing him further into him. The fabric against his nose set him over the edge, as he tries desperately to silence the much-needed release. 
“h’NGT! h-N’’gXT-h’NdT’iew-! hhI- hN’GT-hH’NDGT-ieww!” Tighnari panted against the rapid releases, and Cyno felt a dampness in his shoulder. “Done?” he whispered, knowing Tighnari’s sensitive ears would pick it up. Tighnari lets out another whine-like breath, hitching and stuttering. “I don’Hht-! Don’t know how many more I.. nGHT-! snF! Can hold back..” he mutters, congestion clear in his voice. 
Cyno presses his hands against the back of Tighnari’s head and presses him further against him. “Let them out. It’ll be okay.” 
Tighnari opens his mouth to object, but with his loss of focus, the need for release overcomes him. He buries himself in the crook of Cyno’s neck, each sneeze more desperate and itchy sounding than the last. 
“hIH-iSHhiew-iShh-i’tSCh’iew-! hAh.. hiDT’sCHh’u! a’TSCHh-sCHh’ieww-! n’GTCh-! iSCHh’u!” Tighnari gasps for breath against Cyno as he watches their targets warily pack up their camp and leave, made nervous by the sudden activity. He releases a deep breath, but there’s no use in being angry. It was an unavoidable outcome. He releases his grip on his companion, trying to plan a next move as he listens to Tighnari’s wet sniffles as he attempts to clean himself up. 
“I’m sorry, Cyno.” He says after a few moments, voice thick and raspy from strain. Cyno shakes his head in response. “It was bound to happen. I’m sure they’ll return.” He stands, dusting the dirt from his clothes, and offers a hand to Tighnari, who takes it after another itchy sneeze aimed into his shoulder. “You need to go home and wash the pollen off.” 
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imaginethathaikyuu · 8 months
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literally anything with atsumu i love him and ur writing is always up to par so. i will be happy with anything. but a cute birthday themed piece could be fun perhaps
thank u so much i wrote this specifically for u and i managed to write a weirdly formatted atsumu centered fic that barely went over 1k words. we are so back
contains: fluff, mild childhood angst, a black eye, birthday cake word count: 1163 gender neutral reader x miya atsumu :p
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October 5th, 1995 
Atsumu Miya is born. He’s gifted a bright flash of light, the sound of his own cries, and - seven minutes later - a brother. 
October 5th, 2003
There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner taped to the cabinets in the kitchen. The R was ripped nearly in half, and the colors were dull. 
It was the same one as last year, and the year before that. 
Atsumu walked through the threshold with his brother right next to him. Osamu knew how to say thank you in the right way to get the best hug from their mom. 
They were presented with one singular cupcake. 
“Why can’t we ever get our own?” 
The two boys sat too close at the kitchen table, the strawberry cake sat right in front of them. 
“You have to learn how to share, Atsumu.” 
He knew how to share. There was nothing left to learn.
One candle was mashed in the frosting. Mom lit the flame and Atsumu watched wax dripping onto his half as she sang their happy birthday song, and told them to make a wish. 
Atsumu and Osamu looked at each other, then blew at the candle at the exact same time. 
The cupcake was cut in half, and Atsumu’s stomach hurt before he could finish his. Osamu took it without being asked. 
But if they had each gotten their own, Atsumu would've had more to share with his brother. 
October 5th, 2010
Atsumu was fifteen and he knew everything. He was always right - never, ever wrong, and if anyone disagreed, they’d have to take it up directly with him. 
He knew how to run his mouth. Maybe it was what he was best at. He’d never lost an argument - until his fifteenth birthday. 
He’d gotten good at taking his aggression out in healthy ways - mostly in sports. But, sometimes, the words he spit couldn’t be left on the court. 
He would say what he wanted, and he didn’t care who heard or hurt. 
He didn’t know what he had coming to him. 
The entire team had already abandoned the gym, all but Atsumu and the shitty middle blocker who played like he didn’t know his position. 
Atsumu was outside stretching when his words hit his ears. “You’re a piece of shit, Miya.” 
“Oh my god - get in line, dude, you’re about the fifth person today to let me know.” 
“That many people wanna rip your head off? I wish one of them would teach you how to shut the fuck up.” 
“And I wish someone would teach you how to block the fuckin’ ball.” 
The guy didn’t reply. He took one step in Atsumu’s direction - he remembered hearing the crunch of gravel under the guy's foot. His shoulder moved with the step, and with it, the first real punch Atsumu had ever been thrown. 
And it hit. Hard. Ten times harder than any hits from Osamu. 
The guy’s fist collided with Atsumu’s cheek and then he walked away. Atsumu didn’t even have a chance to hit back - he was frozen in place, anyway. There was no fight in him. He was too surprised. 
A black eye wasn’t on his wishlist for his birthday, but it’s what he got. A lesson learned? Not so much. 
October 5th, 2019
He was another year older - so what. 
The only part of Atsumu’s birthday that he liked was giving his brother a stupidly expensive gift, because it gave him an excuse to gloat. 
Other than that? It was a day like any other. 
Birthdays were nowhere near special to him - especially his own. But it just so happened that on that specific birthday, he had his first date with you. 
And it didn’t even come up in conversation. Neither did his twin brother, or any of his volleyball stories he’d usually tell to impress a date. 
Atsumu found out that he didn’t need to impress you, and he hardly needed to talk about himself. 
He left that date feeling like he was friends with you, and maybe that wasn’t how he should feel after a date, but he was beaming. The hours with you at that hole in the wall bar didn’t feel like enough. 
He took that feeling and ran with it, and he hoped - he prayed - you’d follow him. 
October 5th, 2022
It’d been late nights for as long as Atsumu could remember. He’d come home and you’d already be in bed - if he was lucky, you’d wake up just long enough to tell him you love him. 
That night was different from the rest. 
That night, he would be coming home to - literally - an empty home. 
Finally, you and Atsumu had moved into the house of your dreams that was yours. But, for the time being, you were living out of boxes and waiting for furniture deliveries. 
He opened the door to a dark living room and an even darker hallway, and he didn’t bother turning any on lights to get to the kitchen. 
There was a shred of light there, coming from an old bulb above the stove. He looked around the empty room and what he found was out of place. 
There you were, sat on the floor. A chair was next to you, funnily enough, but it was taken by a round white cake. A handful of candles were stuck into the top. 
“What are you doing?” he asked, the same time you spoke. 
“There’s my birthday boy,” and your voice was all sleepy smiles. “Happy birthday. Happy anniversary.” 
He sat in front of you, right on the floor, not caring when his knees popped on the way down. 
“Did you stay up just to tell me that?” 
“What’s wrong with that?” 
You picked up the cake and presented it to him like you were proud of it, and the size of his grin matched yours. 
“How mad would you be if I just tipped this up,” and he tapped the bottom of the plate, “right into your face?” 
“Atsumu.” Every time you said his name like that, he laughed. “I would kill you.”
“On my birthday?” 
He watched you pout as you sat the cake down again. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?” 
“Thank you,” he said, like he was insisting. He wrapped his hands around your legs and scooted you closer to him. “Thank you, baby, this is so nice.” 
You hummed. “You’re welcome.” And you dipped your finger in the frosting on the cake, and Atsumu immediately caught your wrist when you moved it toward his face. 
“Don’t you dare.” 
You kept pushing, and he didn’t push back fast enough - your finger and the glob of frosting smushed right into his cheek. 
And you laughed loud enough to fill the empty rooms of your house, and Atsumu didn’t know how to tell you how in love he was. 
He had birthday cake for dinner that night, and it settled into a sugary stomach ache. It was the best October 5th he'd lived through so far.
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