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getosugurusbangs · 4 months
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guys…. i was listening to speechless by lady gaga, just minding my own business. and as i was paying attention to the lyrics, i realized how very satosugu the song is 😔
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hippolotamus · 6 months
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Maybe, in another timeline, it’s a different sunny afternoon. Sunshine pours through the windows, past the curtains, laying in warm pools across the bedspread. The one that wouldn’t have been my first choice except you loved it so much and it matches your eyes. You’re curled into my side, my arm under your head, and you’re nodding off (but pretending you’re not) while reading something on your phone. In my other hand is a book. I keep losing my place because I won’t stop glancing over at you, wondering how you’re so beautiful and real and there. But you are, because you look up, a soft smirk on your lips. What? And I try to pretend I wasn’t staring. Nothing. You go back to your phone, snuggling in a little tighter. I’m not going anywhere, love. Then I kiss your sun warmed hair that smells like rosemary and mint. Me either.
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sinisterexaggerator · 3 months
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NSFW FIC IDEA: that video where the guy discovers the hand massager makes his fingers vibrate at alarming speed and tech decides to try that on reader
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SORRY NOT SORRY
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quibbs126 · 2 years
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I did some more sketches
I was just practicing poses and decided to draw Layton characters
I swear, I change Des’s hair and outfit every time I draw him. I mean, in each drawing it’s supposed to be at different points of his life, but still
This was my first time drawing Claire, and honestly I think it turned out pretty good
I also drew a full ref for “Nikolai” (still don’t have a name for him). To be clear, that coat is supposed to be flowing in the wind or something, I just don’t think I conveyed that well. It doesn’t just go out like that normally, it’s a normal coat
For the ones with Layton/Claire and Desmond/Eileen, I took those poses from this ship dynamic post I found a while ago, because it kind of reminded me of the two and I thought the contrast was funny.
I just drew Descole because there was some empty space
But yeah, not much to really say. Hope you enjoy
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thechickendaddy · 21 days
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The wood shed is officially done ✔️
What an enormous project to check off the list
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kissporsche · 1 year
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hey
thanks
💖
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live-laugh-neteyam · 1 year
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I’m bored
what’s everyone up to?
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cityandking · 6 months
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oc asks: not-so-nice edition
alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?
hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?
mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?
midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?
mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?
monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?
pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?
torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?
wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
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glitchedcosmos · 3 months
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Smol classic baby cat
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turtleblogatlast · 4 months
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Based on this post of mine, haha.
Leo finds The Last Unicorn. Core memories are made.
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stuckinapril · 16 days
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I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point
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have you drawn any jjba x fnaf crossovers lmaoooooo
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Just Diavolo getting owned a couple times
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quibbs126 · 2 months
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*sigh*
What’s even the point anymore? You all know what I’m going to say, I say it every few days
I mean, how many times have I complained about my problems within just these past four weeks?
And I’ll never change, I don’t like shifts to my status quo, even if it’ll make my life better. Or more accurately, I just can’t be bothered to do the bare minimum
Sorry to the people who followed me for Cookie Run thoughts or my art that you have to deal with this
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estrellami-1 · 10 months
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If I Should Stay
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
He’s staring at him.
Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.
The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.
“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.
“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.
“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”
“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”
Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”
“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”
Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.
Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”
Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”
Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”
Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”
“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.
“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”
Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”
He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”
“To- to prove you’re from the future?”
“Yeah.”
Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”
He blinks. “What?”
Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”
Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”
Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”
“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.
A ring Eddie already has on his finger.
“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.
His hands start shaking.
“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”
“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.
“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.
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rusty-gloinks · 4 months
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focus on the love and light right before me
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luvkun4 · 2 years
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gonna work on that Daichi fic today bc i no longer feel like dying 👍🏼
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