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peachyxholic · 2 years
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·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ call me yana ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
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↳current flavour: finnick odair
·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ enjoy ur stay ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
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windsterias · 2 years
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Might . might contribute to the Cyno x reader tag
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palskippah · 2 months
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Hii it's posting hours (1 AM :'v)
Just some mommy Peach drawings bc I love her 🙏she's the cutest as a mom pipipi
I say she's very emotional and cries sometimes from the sheer happiness of having two (2) babies with Mario (also bc said babies look a lot like him, she's so happy for that). Also, she ugly cried when each of their daughters was born.
Actually, I don't know if Peach makes sounds when she cries those little rivers like in Super Princess Peach,, but in my heart she does 😔the silliest crying sounds ever
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peachyspaceslvt · 1 year
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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Count Vronsky
ANNA KARENINA (2012) dir. Joe Wright
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peachypede · 3 months
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The boys watching the polar express
maybe ripping into that know-it-all kid a bit since apparently he’s wrong about a lot of what he says, especially about the train lol
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I found this reddit post on fact checking Know-it-all and apparently most of what he says is wrong?
This entire statement of course is wrong. No, it is not standard procedure to throw anyone off a train, much less a CHILD. Also, from what I’ve researched, although a sort of pulling from the speed of the train can happen if you’re close enough, you’re more likely to get hit by the train itself then getting sucked under the tracks since the train’s width is a lot bigger than the tracks itself.
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phantom-peachie · 16 days
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my sky improvements through the years🧎‍♀️
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hagenwo43 · 4 months
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Off season Pt1
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the-phantom-peach · 10 months
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Wait you chase the korok sparkles? Lol bestie just watch their pattern then stand in their path and watch them run right into your legs xD
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i am not the sharpest spoon in the blender
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peachy-panic · 6 months
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BBU: Hollywood
This idea took root and wouldn't let go. Can't say for sure if this will be A Thing, or just a one-off teaser of a thing, but here it is nonetheless.
WARNINGS: BBU, implied noncon, implied noncon drug use, the fucked up film industry
“Cut!”
He doesn’t realize the cameras have stopped rolling until the shrill ring of the bell jolts him back into his body, and out of the one he’s been inhabiting since the last call of action. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink for a few moments, still caught in the blurry line between characters. Sometimes it takes a few seconds to remember which mask he's wearing.
There is a flurry of movement around him; PAs rush past, murmuring into their headsets, toting plush robes and glass bottles of sparkling water. Hair and makeup swoop in to invade everyone’s space, making their minute adjustments before rolling begins anew. 
When he returns to himself, Henry's cheeks are cold with drying tear tracks, and his heartbeat pulses lightly in his lips. 
His scene partner is already turned away, her attention attuned to the phone in her hand while a woman with frizzy hair attends to her smudged lipstick. Distantly, Henry knows if he touches his fingertips to his own mouth, they will come away in the same shade of red. Seconds ago, they were locked in an embrace, their tears mingling in the neckline of her silk gown, whispered words of affection spilling between them, and now Henry doesn’t exist. He won’t again until the cameras are pointed at him. Only then does he become alive.
A cold, acrylic nail hooks his chin and turns his head. His personal makeup artist is a woman named Kat in her late thirties with a sleek, blonde bob and smile lines around her eyes. She’s worked on every one of Henry’s films, and she has never spoken to him directly. On instinct, Henry lets his eyes fall shut, slipping back from the surface as she goes through the familiar routine of touching him up. 
From behind the wall of his own little world, he allows himself the indulgence of tuning into the conversations around him. A couple of new production assistants—not much older than him—talk about the food truck that production ordered as an end-of-week treat. (This doesn’t apply to Henry. He is on a strict diet of kale and boiled chicken while he's filming. He is always filming). The wardrobe team talks about grabbing a drink at Stanley’s after wrap today. (He knows that Stanley’s is everyone’s favorite spot because it’s less than a mile from the studio, but he’s never seen it for himself). The assistant director comments on her third cup of coffee of the day. (Henry wishes he could ask for some).
The voices fade and flutter until one cuts through the rest.
“One last take, and we’re calling it, David.”
Henry opens his eyes, and Paul stands directly in front of him.
His sleek, black suit stands out among the crew's workwear, and probably costs three times as much combined. It’s hard not to notice the ways everyone’s demeanor changes the moment the Executive Producer steps onto set. In a way, it’s almost reassuring to know Henry isn’t the only one who shrinks in this man’s shadow. But that’s where the commonality ends. They may fear him, too, but at the end of a fourteen hour day, they are not the ones who return home to Paul Maxwell’s bed. 
“Our star needs to be red-carpet ready in an hour-thirty.” Though he’s addressing the director, Paul stares directly into Henry’s eyes. “Be sure that he is.”
He doesn’t need to nudge the makeup artist away so much as she instinctively pulls back when Paul lifts a large hand and touches the tips of his fingers to Henry’s jaw. Henry keeps his eyes where they’ve been beckoned and pretends not to notice the assistants in his periphery who duck their faces away from the display of ownership. Paul’s thumb swipes across the corner of Henry’s mouth, taking with it a smear of Eliza Darling’s expensive lipstick. Then, wordlessly, he releases him. 
There’s a renewed sense of urgency as Paul retreats from the chaos, but also one of relief that comes with the last shot of the day—for everyone except Henry. 
He was up before the sun, and he knows he’ll be out long after it has set. The worst part about interior days: he doesn’t get to see daylight once. Normally, even the call of his Keeper’s bedroom feels like a reprieve after this many hours of shooting. But tonight, his previous film is set to premier on the other side of Los Angeles, and there is no premier without Paul Maxwell’s shining star.
More importantly, there is no after party without him.
There is no time for exhaustion, not for him. When the caffeine pills have run their course, he’ll be given something stronger, and he’ll take it. Whatever it takes to get through the night that will inevitably become a very long weekend.
“You heard the boss,” David says, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Let’s make it a good one. Clear frame.”
The makeup brushes make a few last frantic swipes across his skin before they scurry away. Liza Darling tucks a blonde curl behind her ear and presses her phone into a nameless PA’s hand. Henry closes his eyes and slips into another man’s skin.
People tell Henry all the time that he’s lucky to lead the life that he does, in his position. It is only in these fleeting intervals of fiction between reality that he might just agree with them.
For the next three minutes, he does not have to be Henry, nor is he the boy with the name from a life he is not allowed to remember. For the next three minutes, he is Brock Layton: twenty-three, rich, and madly in love. 
For the next three minutes, he is as free as he’ll ever be again. 
“Sound speed,” the mixer calls out, raising the boom pole over his head. 
“Rolling,” camera echoes back. 
“And, action.”
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robobabe0401 · 12 days
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come say hey over at my 0nly f@nz ✌🏻
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pigdemonart · 8 months
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Hey I dont know if u will see this but if u do did u know that Bowser has a cannon age!?!?!? I didnt and now I do! Its soo cool cause apprently he's 35. So hes an older man but not really as well? Like hes ripe age, can I say that? Anywho sorry to bother have a beautiful day/night!
Good for him!!! 🐲💕💕💕
I didn’t know it was official but 30-40 is about what I always envisioned. You know. Established Dad age. 👀
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peachyxholic · 2 years
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I finally watched it, and I am actually ruined.
How will I recover from this?
I am literally so emotionally attached to him it’s crazy how a fictional character can do that.
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mistergreatbones · 29 days
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Dick Grayson, age nine, looking up at Clark with blue eyes that promise death warning, “Batman’s best friend is Robin. Not Superman.”
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palskippah · 5 months
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Hi!
When the girls see either Mario or Peach they get very excited. If Nettarina was awake, she'd be excited too and urging Peach to hurry up. Also, imagine that 'babies!' like the one Mario says in the Mario and Luigi game with their babies selves sjsj
Also, Mario's that kind of parent that says they'll get the baby to sleep but falls asleep himself first. Peach always comes back to check on them and sees him and Nettarina (who can fall asleep anywhere) deeply asleep while Mariella's somewhere in the bed playing with his cap or babbling to herself (then she gets overtired from not sleeping and cries a lot, so Mario and Peach have to apply all the tricks to get her to fall asleep).
Also also, the socks they're using were crocheted by Peach [and she handed them as a gift to Mario on their baby shower- and she learned to crotchet just to make them clothes :'''v Anyways, I have a post for that too askjdasjd during that same baby shower, the babies get so much stuff from Peach that is unwrapped by Mario. He finds it kinda funny bc not only Peach's the expecting mom too, but she had been showing him all the stuff she has been doing for the baby shower (like showing how the little socks are turning out, or the toys she bought), and yet she wrapped everything for him to open]
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celadonlonghorn · 11 months
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fellas is it gay to share part of your color scheme with your roommate
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peachybunana · 1 year
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posting this thingy i made last year!!! i still like it a lot :))
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