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pikatik · 1 month
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I'm a little art blocked or just tired, and I generally don't have much time to draw lately, but I survived today, so here's a Crowley portrait to celebrate :D
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hoegender · 1 month
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why do we always seem to end up going in circles?
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months
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I failed my Math exam because it was divided into two parts and the second one was a cake decorating context and I didn't realize it so I did mine really badly.
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originalartblog · 1 year
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Dazai trying to pretend to be a nobody who knows nothing so his new colleague won't be too suspicious of him during his entrance exam is hilarious
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in the second level you can choose whether to give them a ladder or hammers to hit each other with
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buglaur · 7 months
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her-soliloquies · 1 year
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If this happens to you when you type the letter ‘a’ in google, you should know that you are part of something much bigger than yourself. And you should be proud of that.
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luciwritesstuff · 5 months
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no bumps in the road | an (un)expected blurb
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pairing: tom holland x f!reader
warnings: dad! tom (yes, this is a 🥺 warning), swearing, , some innuendos (as usual with these two), just two adults in love ngl so a mild amount of fluff, some (mild-ish) threats of violence (what a crazy warning for a dad!tom fic lol). oh, and mentions of pregnancy, birth and post-pregnancy.
a/n: i guess i'm just showing ya'll snippets of their life huh. . . this is a short but sweet one because i've been thinking about them a lot lately <3 as usual, reblogs, likes and replies are highly appreciated 🥰
also this gif makes me brrrrr it gives off dad!tom vibes
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"Tom,"
A loud honk erupts from the car behind you as you inch down Shaftesbury Avenue.
"Hm?"
"The speed limit's 25,"
"Actually, the speed limit's 20, they changed the legislation back in 2020 for all of Central London,"
"You're driving 10,"
"Better safe than sorry," he says, hands fixed on the steering wheel, "On average London has about 23'000 car accidents a year. . . what if we get in one because we were driving carelessly? We have a baby now,"
"No need to remind me, I'm the one who pushed her 35 cm head out of my vagina barely 10 hours ago," you grumble, eyes watching your daughter stir in her car seat in the back. "At this rate we're going to get rear-ended by a cabbie in a fit of road rage,"
"Rather a rear-end than a full-frontal collision," Tom reasons, and you give him an annoyed look, but he pays you no mind.
"If you'd taken the A3 like I told you to we wouldn't have to be slogging through Central London traffic during rush hour at 10 miles per hour,"
"Are you crazy?" Tom asks you, his voice raising an octave, "I'm not driving our newborn on the motorway, that's worse. . . people on the motorway are bloody maniacs,"
"I'm about to be a maniac," you mutter under your breath, and Tom lets out a chuckle.
"I just spent 16 hours with you in the delivery room, love, I'm pretty sure I've seen the worst of it,"
You sigh as you rub your eyes, too exhausted to argue with him, but the honking behind and around you is starting to seriously get on your already fried nerves.
"Just please can you drive 15 at least?" you ask in a sigh, burying your face in your hand as you lean your elbow against the side rest of the car, "They're going to wake the baby, and once she starts, she isn't going to stop,"
"Alright, alright," Tom mutters, increasing his speed a little, before stopping again barely 30 seconds later.
"Tom–" you start with a groan as your eyes open, ready to tell him off.
"The light's red!" he lets out defensively, "I'm not running a red light because some wanker is riding my ass like he wants to kiss it."
You can hear muffled yelling as more honks erupt from behind you, and you frown as you peer in the rearview mirrors. "The light's red, what does this fucker want?"
"Mind your language please," Tom says, eyeing the baby in the back, and you give him a look.
"She's two days old," you state, raising a single eyebrow, "And not to mention asleep,"
"Mmhm. . . he's been behind us for a couple miles, he's probably just angry," Tom says, eyes flitting between the red light and the baby strapped into the maxi-cosi car seat in the back.
"Well he's going to wake my goddamn baby," you grumble, before you unbuckle your seatbelt.
"What are you doing?" Tom asks, sounding alarmed as he looks your way.
"Relax," you say with a scoff, before you open the door of the car.
"Uh, darling, this is a really bad idea–," Tom tries to say, but you've already gotten out. You lean on the car roof as you turn to glare at the man in the car behind you, who's obstinately pressing on his horn as he half leans out his window to yell profanities.
When he sees you however, including the size of your still-swollen stomach protruding through the fluffy bathrobe you'd refused to take off because you hadn't been planning to step a foot outside of the car, the honking stops abruptly. You don't know if it's the fact that you've had no sleep, or maybe it had something to do with the 6-pound (5.9, she'd been a little premature) child you had spent the last 16 hours giving literal birth to, but this guy is pissing you off.
"Are you fucking done?" you scream, and the man is silent as you point a finger at him, "You're going to wake my goddamn 2-day old baby shagging your fucking horn the way you are, and trust me, if she so much as lets out a squeal I am going to personally come over there and shove your fucking steering wheel down your throat, do you get me?"
The cabbie gives you an apologetic look, eyes widening slightly as you give him a livid look.
"Sorry, sorry," he says, holding up an apologetic hand, "Didn't know you had a baby on board. . . . er, congratulations. . . ,"
"Yeah," you say pointedly, shaking your head, "Fucking wanker,"
With that, you turn around and get back in the car, closing the door as softly as you can so as not to wake your sleeping baby. When you strap your seatbelt back over your swollen belly, expression still fuming, you turn to see Tom giving you a raised eyebrow.
"What?" you ask him pointedly, and he makes a nonchalant face.
"Nothing," he says with a shrug, before the corners of his mouth pull up slightly as he turns into the next street, "You're kind of cute when you threaten people,"
You let out a small chuckle, shaking your head. "Exactly what part turns you on? The rage, or the threat of violence?"
"I never said it turned me on," he muses, and you snort, shaking your head.
"Yeah, but that look you're giving me right now is the same one that got us into this mess in the first place,"
Tom lets out a chuckle, leaning his head against the rest for a second, before looking at you, smirk pulling at his lips. "That right, darling?"
You nod earnestly, before giving him a cheeky smile. "You had me knocked up since day 1. . . I never stood a chance,"
Tom's laugh rings clear through the car as the light turns orange.
"Cute and funny," Tom comments with a smile as his eyes fall on the road.
"You can be as smooth as you want, mister, but there's no way I'm letting you knock me up again for at least another 2 years," you tell him, voice strained as you sit up a little in your seat.
Tom laughs slightly as he shakes his head. "Don't worry. . . have to survive this one first, then we can talk about another baby,"
Then, the light flicks to green, and Tom steps on the gas.
"Oh now you're going to speed limit," you mutter, and he eyes you briefly.
"Can you blame me for not wanting to be on the receiving of whatever the hell I just witnessed?" he says half-jokingly, and you laugh sarcastically.
"I married a real fucking joker, huh," you say with a raise of your eyebrows and a half-smile.
"You know you love it," Tom returns as the car drives now the street, "And mind your goddamn language, darling,"
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note: a special thank you to my own darling @shellshocklove for the title inspo <3
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masuchu · 1 year
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imagine chuuyas morning voice 🤤
ya’ll test me on a daily pls let me live in peace LMFAO 😭
no cause chuuyas morning voice?? oml. now lets imagine the night before. his face in between your thighs for hours, teasing and teasing until he finally lets you cum …! just for you to do that over and over again .. you win some you loose some huh :/
but now, after a long, restless night, you’ve awoken to clean sheets, an aching body and a naked chuuya pressed up against you. if the pains all over your joints weren’t a reminder of what occured only a few hours previous, then his sultry voice purring out a groan of “morning doll..” definitely slammed memories into you of just where that mouth was before
and if you’re lucky, he’ll indulge in your morning horniness, but at a cost. you did so well for him last night, but don’t you think he’s been missing out? how about you just take care of him for the morning by sucking his cock like the tastiest lolly there ever was <3
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mr-human-being · 22 days
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paper khatam ho gaye. ab kya, result tak maro fir agli class mai maro
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kayatoastkkat · 7 months
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no thoughts just bubble tea
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(changed users btw! this is formerly kkat-q, but i will be sticking to my current one from now on)
version without blinding orange lighting below!
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profic-mafuyu · 15 days
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To those who have exams coming up in the next few months:
Your f/o still loves you, even if you don't study "enough". The fact that you're trying is enough for them to be proud. Taking breaks is very important, and your f/o is sure to remind you to take breaks inbetween study sessions. They're wishing you good luck. Although no matter the result, they'll still be there. They love you, and your grades are not what define you.
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donaviolet · 14 hours
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Sigma my babygirl. wake up pls
uncolored version just in case <3
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hanascribbles · 4 months
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JACKUNZEL MONTH: WEEK 3 - LOST IN THE CLOUDS + STORMY NIGHT
Behold, this scene from Stardust:
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Here's Jackunzel strolling amongst the clouds
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Ok. I know they're fighting but I promise they'll kiss later.
It's apparent, I haven't moved on from the 2021 prompt. Can't help it. I saw week 3's and immediately thought of that Stardust scene 😅
Happy Jackunzel Month Everyone!
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snowpoon · 6 months
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he crew so i crode 💔
(unfinished art i gave up on!! i liked this part tho so i decided to post it :3c)
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m4gp13 · 8 months
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Alabaster's hero complex vs Ethan's martyr complex FIGHT
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