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1715km · 2 years
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Forever
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lightofmay · 1 year
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Man it was a time to be alive on the day I was scrolling on Tumblr and heard that leaked version of Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean for the first time
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fox-guardian · 7 months
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"maybe if i dress more boring i'll get gendered correctly by strangers" that's the devil talking
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ventvee · 3 months
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gmorning
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emmsplaylist · 5 months
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cloudsofteeth · 5 months
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_(┐「ε:)_ 🧡
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arconn · 2 years
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Dear Gods how I wish I could hold you in my arms tonight
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fauvester · 3 months
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THE KING OF THE NORTHERN DESERT... AND THE LITTLE CROWN PRINCE OF THE NORTHERN DESERT!
i like to think that demon children are naturally very self sufficient and feral and after birth their parents just sort of. throw them to the wilds to raise themselves. but shang qinghua isn't going to let MBJ pass up on being a boydad god damn it
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hellspawnmotel · 2 years
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“caroline, please kill me” by coma cinema
#i hope this is readable lol#deltarune#susie#noelle holiday#suselle#art tag#man i had a whole thing to type up here and now i forget most of it. ummm#basically ive been thinkin about suselle with the new info we got from the sweepstakes#specifically from noelle's perspective. because up until chapter 2 she wants susie but she doesnt KNOW susie#its an extremely shallow crush which is normal for teenagers but what makes it interesting to me is#how noelle sort of seems more attracted to the danger susie poses than susie herself#and she doesnt really make an attempt to get to know susie personally until ch 2? iirc?#and before that almost seems to hope that susie will treat her as badly as she treats kris#and you could argue whether its bc of noelle's psychological problems or if its just. yknow. a fantasy#either way my point is shes not really thinking about susies feelings. shes not trying to reform the bully or something#so consider this little lyric comic as taking place in noelle's fantasies pre-ch1#BUT#all that said it doesnt mean noelle isnt open to getting to know susie. obviously#when she sees an opportunity noelle does reach out and not in a way where shes trying to provoke susie to hurt or threaten her#she gives susie a gift and invites her to study together. not to mention the whole ferris wheel thing#i actually think noelle didnt even consider that as an option until susie and kris became friends#and even after chapter 2 noelle doesnt really know susie all that well. and to her susie still exists mostly in the realm of fantasy#but its a start. and they have so much more room to grow and understand each other better#plus susie clearly already cares a lot about noelle#moral of the story is suselle is more compelling than just 'shy girl plus mean girl'#and i like it#good night
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stnexus · 4 months
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thinking about just being wrapped up with jason, not a word spoken as your hands grasp at his free one. his scars being traced underneath your finger tips, his other hand preoccupied with holding the book he’s reading open. you’re quiet as you just try to ground yourself. curled up on his lap. with no words he’d plant a kiss on your forehead, adjusting slightly so that you’re even more comfortable on his lap.
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razzafrazzle · 1 year
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weegie my beloved :o]
[image description: a drawing of luigi from the mario series. he's wearing an overall dress with mushroom earrings and red and white striped tights. he has his arms lifted up in a playful shrug and is smiling and talking to someone offscreen. the background is bright pink with multicolored stars scattered across it. end id]
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edsbacktattoo · 8 months
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GOD i hope we get some sappy shit between Ed and Stede where they talk about WHY they love each other this season. i know they’re soulmates and they’ve been bound to meet and fall in love since time started but i’m dying to know what Ed’s favourite thing about Stede is. and i know we now have “I love everything about you” and i know we have “what makes Ed happy is you” but i want those sickening and nauseating details. like is it his smile? his optimism? his heart and soul? let them be GROSS
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lunarw0rks · 7 months
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wait ong imagine something where the reader is loopy from the medicine she took an accidentally tells tf141 she’s in love with them
backstory; you broke your arm slipping on icy pavement. naturally, your first instinct was to call your long-time close friend, who's now your moral support at the clinic.
you're really putting his bedside manner to the test.
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PRICE
in the midst of stroking your hair, waiting for your eyes to flutter open after getting the cast put on.
“see? all better.” he smiles warmly, watching you examine the chunky cast now setting your arm in place.
of course, sluggishly and with sleepy eyes from whatever they have you doped up on.
after a series of tired questions; how long were you out, how bad is the break, etc… you started to sober up a bit — but still sedated and slurring your words.
his fingers continued stroking your hair, moving strands from your face when you’d twitch too much.
“you’ve always been good to me. a good friend… so good to me, john.” you give a loopy smile, cherishing the feeling of his caress. “i think i’m falling in love with you. how crazy is that?”
even in the worst of states, you get the better of him.
price’s blood runs cold, the caress of his hand stopping momentarily. “oh, sweetheart, you won’t remember this tomorrow.” he shakes the confession off, trying his best to maintain his role of moral support.
you’ve made it hard. very hard.
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SIMON
didn't know how to comfort you with words — but got there as fast as he could when you called him. even though he didn't say much, it was obvious you gave him a scare, and he was relieved to find it was just a patch of ice and not internal bleeding.
promised to get you a milkshake after, so that makes up for it.
and with simon, you've learned that's a big step for him. to make promises, and to nurture and spoil.
he wanted to stay in the waiting room, but since you were in pain and pleaded for him to stay, there wasn't much bickering he could do with you. besides, you were drugged up; what could possibly go wrong? ...right?
sat in the chair beside the exam table, he tapped his foot anxiously while the cast was being put on. he didn't say much, but his focus was mainly on you or what the doctor was doing with your injury.
one of the few perks the horrors he'd seen; a broken arm is nothing to squirm about.
the confession happened when you were about to be discharged. after all the paperwork, simon held all your things for you without question, to prevent any strain on the fresh cast.
you wouldn't get up right away. you needed to say something.
"wait, wait..." you shrugged off his hand when he attempted to help you climb off the bed, glossy eyes staring up at him. "thank you. for everything you've put up with. i'm starting to— to see things differently. with us, si."
years and years of tight friendship. could it even be labeled that anymore?
shifted awkwardly for a few moments, unable to keep eye contact when you were so vulnerable. he wasn't in a place or state to unpack his complex feelings for you. "c'mon, love. lean on me." he motioned, allowing you to stumble against him as he led you out.
even though you didn't get a clear answer, there were a hundred things he wanted to say.
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SOAP
he was with you when it happened. a night of hanging out in front of a movie and enjoying takeout. you stepped out to take out the trash and ended up slipping on the ice and landing all your weight on your arm.
you phoned soap, who was still inside your place — completely oblivious to your injury.
already, it wasn't a good ending to an almost seamless night. you were enjoying his company, still stifling feelings like you had been for so long.
and now, sitting in the hospital bed. a scowl on your face while brandishing a new cast. "do ye want me to sign it?" soap asked, half-joking and half-not. you shook your head, getting chills as he placed a gentle rub on your shoulder.
you dizzily sat up on the exam table, handing him your belongings so he could carry them. "i ruined tonight, didn't i?" you asked, despite having no cause for the question.
soap scoffed and chuckled, knowing it was most likely the heavy sedatives talking. "oh, don't be like tha'. it's not a night out without some broken bones." well, he wasn't wrong. nights with him often ended in accidental bruises.
softly, he let your head rest on his shoulder as he walked you past the waiting area, and out to the veranda, where his car was already waiting.
"johnny..." you muttered against his chest, your words garbled from the medications. "i love you."
shaking his head, he opened the passenger door and helped you inside. hovering over you as he buckled you in, you smelled his cologne — the scent you'd learned to crave. "aye, i'm irresistible. but you're off your face."
he brushed it off with humor, but his expression didn't lie. the feeling in his chest didn't lie.
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GAZ
determined to stay in the room with you while they put the cast on, in case you wanted to hold his hand. even though you wouldn't feel any of it, seeing you in agony on the drive there was enough.
when the nurses finished, leaving you with an inconvenient sling and cast, he did his best to lend you support. "i broke my wrist once, during gymnastics. think you can top that?" gaz spoke to distract you, probably fluffing the details of the embarrassing juvenile memory.
your senses were foggy and sluggish, but you were lucid enough to speak. and the sedatives gave you an inkling of confidence to confess, which you otherwise wouldn't have.
your uninjured hand clutched his, playing with his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze, "i think we should be more than friends. i mean... you're always with me, i'm always with you. it just... makes more sense." you murmured nonchalantly, as if not dropping a major bomb.
his natural reaction was to shake his head and smile, despite a flood of nerves arising at the confession. whether he felt the same or not—and he did—he couldn't admit it like this.
with you, halfway lucid and in a sterile environment. it wasn't right.
gaz did his best to change the subject, sure to try not to bring this up tomorrow, "how about we get out of here first? let me set you up at home and then... we'll go from there."
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tardis-technician · 3 months
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The key to enjoying Clara Oswald is to understand there is something so incredibly wrong with her. Like her and twelve are the inverse of ten and donna where they’d do anything for each other but it makes them both infinitely worse instead of better.
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quakiebaka · 1 year
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“I’d never abandon him when he needs me”- macaque/wukong to each other at some point probably
hello lmk fandom here’s my first genuine post on the show that’s had a grip on me for the past six months. and of course its shadowpeach. oh well! thank you monkie kid for getting me back into art! season 4 has broken me!!!
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leafwateraddict · 8 months
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YOU… “F̶̛̺̣́Ỏ̷͕̼̘R̶̰͈̣̽͘Ǧ̵͈͓̖̎Ọ̴͔̹̆̀̈́T̴͚̑̍͝”…?
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