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time-slink · 8 months
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hit by the sudden urge to draw a bad boy
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chopcult · 2 years
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There's still time to grab your tickets and camping passes to this weekend's @tnmotorcyclerevival. Smash the follow button then that lovely link in their bio to purchase. Tell them #chopcult sent ya! 🙌 General admission is also available at the gate throughout the weekend. Reposted from @tnmotorcyclerevival And here we go…countdown to Your Revival! Nothing better describes the feeling of attending TMMR like the word REVIVAL. It brings you back to what we love the most about Motorcycles, Music, and Friends. Join us for Tennessee's biggest and best bike rally and music festival wrapped up in one 4-day event! Are You Ready?!! #tmmr #therevival #chopcult #chopcultfamily #moto #bennystucker #ccsponsoredevent (at Tennessee Motorcycles and Music Revival) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdwXHypFmsz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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chrisbangs · 6 months
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Bang Chan .:. 락 (LALALALA) MuBank [231110]
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merry-fagoland · 8 months
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pushing my agenda
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sikoazayn · 21 days
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austin giving his biggest fan/bf an autograph
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glittergoats · 5 months
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Another dump of various aitsf art and memes from the past few months on twitter that I never posted here!
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seoafin · 10 months
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shoko x f!reader (main pairing); gojo satoru x f!reader x geto suguru 1.2k words; no warnings just general high school clownery!!! part of the summertime record series
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There's an unsettling feeling that creeps over you as you approach the door to your classroom. It's so potent that you pause for a second, hand lingering in the air before you slide the door open.
You take in the scene before you.
It’s an unusual sight, but you’ve come to realize that unusual has become the norm when it comes to your new classmates. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, two powerful jujutsu sorcerers who had taken to each other immediately, for better and for worse.
Geto is gripping Gojo’s wrist, pinning the white haired boy’s outstretched right arm to the desk, the weight of his body hunched over and leveled against Gojo's own to ensure he stays put. Gojo is struggling to use his remaining hand to pull his other one away, but it’s futile against Geto’s ironclad grip.
There is a knife in Shoko’s hand. A regular knife for food preparation that must have been swiped from the kitchen.
The knife is poised right above Gojo’s wrist.
"Let’s just—” Gojo’s voice pitches high, “wait wait wait wait—"
You stare.
Three gazes turn to you. Gojo’s sunglasses are askew on his face, face feverish with a rising panic.
"Ah, perfect timing." Shoko smiles pleasantly. You stare some more. Then in a perfectly amicable tone she gestures to the katana slung over your shoulder. “We're testing Gojo’s limitless. Can I borrow your katana?"
You wordlessly slide the sheath off your shoulder and hand it to her.
"Sell out!" Gojo condemns, squirming and floundering underneath Geto’s body. You observe that he looks like a miserable fish gasping for air on dry land.
Shoko turns to you, straight faced. "This is for science."
Despite the arduous task of restraining the aforementioned male, Geto only looks slightly winded as his lips curl into another perfectly pleasant smile matching Shoko’s own. “Please,” he says congenially, in a tone that would suggest anything but the cold blooded torture about the ensue. He nods at an empty seat in front of a spare desk. “Enjoy the show.”
“This is my hand we’re talking about—!”
A particularly bony elbow slams into Geto’s chest as you take a seat. Geto remains unfazed. You sit with a wide yawn in an attempt to chase away the last stubborn dredges of sleep.
"I can reattach it." Ieiri says. You can sense the flow of reverse cursed energy in her fingertips as she flexes them. She shrugs. "I think."
Gojo balks, whiter than a ghost. "O-kay. I'm sorry. Hear that Suguru? I said I'm sorry! I won't do it again!”
Even to your ears, it doesn’t sound particularly sincere.
Geto must come to the same conclusion, because he pretends not to hear.
The apologies take a sharp turn. “It’s not my fault you tripped like an idiot into that curse’s mouth—” 
“Let’s get started, shall we?” Geto interrupts. 
He turns to Shoko who holds your unsheathed katana with steady hands. Light dances over the blade, sharp enough that a stray finger on the flat edge could easily draw blood. It’s a beautiful blade, on loan to you from the Kamo family. Your favorite one out of the many that have passed your hands. Most katana users you’ve come to find, are particularly possessive over their blades, like they would a lover, but you think this one looks right at home in Shoko’s elegant hands.
Gojo eyes the prized blade as if it’s the evilest thing to have graced his presence. You know this because it’s an even worse, beadier look than the one he used to give you. Now he only looks at you as if he doesn’t quite know what to say to you now that the two of you have settled into a tentative kind of relationship-not-friendship. You don't miss his antagonism. It's a welcome change.
Shoko levels the sharp blade of your katana against Gojo’s long index finger, above the knuckle. In response, as a last resort, the fingers curl against the desk, ensuring a messy cut.
"Hm,” a slow smile spreads over her face. “A finger? Or the wrist?"
Geto's smile is merciless. It comes easier to him than you would have originally expected. "All of it.”
There’s a yelp. Something utterly incomprehensible leaves Gojo’s mouth. You think it could be his spirit ejecting itself from his body, floating into the air.
There’s a glint in Shoko’s eyes. "Roger that."
A rush of cursed energy fills the katana, imbuing it with malicious intentions.
There is no clear indication of the infinity shrouding Gojo’s body other than the presence of his cursed energy, but you know it has to be in effect because as Shoko furiously saws at the appendage, the blade never sinks into flesh. Sweat forms on Gojo’s brow as he stares intently at the portion of invisible space right above his wrist.
With bated breaths, the three of you stare.
The sawing stops. “Huh, it really doesn’t go through.” Shoko remarks flippantly, stepping away with a shrug. “A shame.”
Geto sighs, loosening his grip.
Gojo springs away with a shaky bark of laughter, too far away from Geto and Shoko and you to be anything but the intention to maintain a distance.
“Of course it wouldn’t have gone through,” he snaps. The relief is evident on his face as he straightens his wrinkled uniform. He waves an accusatory finger at the three of you. “Now you’ve all had your fun!”
Geto and Shoko look too disappointed, without any hint of remorse on their faces.
“Pfft.”
It slips from your mouth before you can help it. Your lips wobble despite your attempt to stifle the laughter growing in your stomach by firmly pressing your lips shut.
Your loud laughter envelopes the room as Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko stare at you, slack mouthed.
“I’m…” the remnants of laughter wrack your body, “sorry…” 
You hadn’t meant to laugh. You think it’s been a long time since you last laughed. 
Gojo’s usual black sunglasses have slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing the wide blue expanse of his eyes. “You laugh?”
“I do,” you answer seriously.
Then you smile widely. The motion is still unfamiliar to your lips but you find it’s a bit easier now. There are things to smile about now. The friendly shrine cats, the warmth of the sun on your skin when you settle down to take a nap, Shoko’s laughter. There’s a raised empty bed of soil in front of the dorms. No flowers or plants. Yaga-sensei had told you that the contractors had been recalled before anything could begin. Then he handed you a book on horticulture.
You don’t know much about plants or flowers or gardening, but you’d like to start.
“You’re dumb,” Shoko directs towards him as she takes the seat next to you. “And you,” Shoko says to Geto. “You’ll catch flies.”
Geto’s mouth snaps shut. You find that he doesn’t meet your eyes, but Shoko easily leans her head against your shoulder and you don’t think much of anything but the weight of her and how good she smells.
In the next second, Yaga-sensei steps into the class, and levels the four of you with a suspicious look.
“Class is starting,” he says, raising an eyebrow when he sees Shoko pressed close to you. Before he turns to the blackboard, you catch a glimpse of a smile. “The four of you in your seats.”
For the first time in a long time, you stay awake through a lesson.
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eggmansplatformboots · 10 months
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shhh they eepy (sonics arm has fallen asleep too)
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luvrxbunny · 7 months
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miguel would tell you he loves you for the first time, his face would be certain, confident and firm but
he’d breathe out a sigh of relief when you say you love him back and little tears would come out to rest on his pretty lashes as a hesitant- loving— surprised, smile makes it way to his face
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transcarcinization · 7 months
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okay so bad news: cutting out caffeine has not helped the heart thing
good news: cutting out caffeine did not help the heart thing. so i can go back to caffeine
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salmoncakepls · 2 months
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a few things to say okayy
So the armanlou woah it is absolutely insane how their symbiosis is quite literally symbioticing and it is the body language in both of them that makes it. I see louis with his arm around armand trying to snuggle in closer armands arm is leaned up against his space louis is quite literally on the verge of sitting on him. Like they have a whole couch and they need to be in each others vacinity like THAT (knees touching and all)
the motions as louis is hypnotic in ways of how he does move armand is hypnotic in ways he does not. Louis is oh so graceful even in his cattiness he has that type of flowy nature that you cannot stop to look at--animated in his art. Armand is very still statuesque yes hypnotic to see the small ways he moves but even more entrancing to see how he does not move--statuesque in his art. (Humanesque [as louis is the most human vampire] hypnotic attraction vs Alien hypnotic attraction)
The height in the way directed. The framing always allows for Louis to be shorter--Louis is not in the forefront of it. (Yes a blockade between Louis and Daniel) The space itself also presents us these image of two beings illuminating in the light vs daniel surrounded by greys to the point of hes gray himself (oh yes his shirt blends in with the greys around him... rather than w/ louis-armand who's colors pop out in the warm background)
also 🚨👹the groan 👹🚨 featured nearing the end of it
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theproblemcallednight · 5 months
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only had the energy to color skk cuz i got lazy but it was still fun to doodle. plus skrunkle sigma cuz skrunkle sigma
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oh yeah @fyodorkitkat btw this is how i imagine u. ur now the anime man
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chrisbangs · 10 months
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dingle-dee · 9 months
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After a night of sitting, studying and actually getting a good night's sleep
My daily peppino sketch
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bambi-on-the-ps3 · 3 months
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My idea for an Homestuck AU where Bec and Bro are prototyped together into a sprite and this horrific dog dude is created
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claudianolastname · 5 days
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A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart - Claudia
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