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#but whatever 😌
a-sketchy-character · 2 years
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Imagine waking up to this at 4am
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rozugold · 8 days
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I wanna feel like I’m gonna die any second— I wanna feel calm!
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mintjeru · 1 year
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rough day?
open for better quality | no reposts
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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I loveee the concept of reincarnation bc it’s just so comforting!!!
oh to be reincarnated lovers with Bakugou where you find each other every life time and leave a memory of the other to find in the next lifetime. You see each other in a new lifetime, drawn to each other, swearing familiarity even though your minds disagree. But it’s something deeper within you that knows each other, misses the others embrace, and you can’t figure out why.
There’s a famous painting of someone who looks suspiciously like you made in the 1600s by some tortured artist, the muse a lover he had lost years before. There’s a statue that looks just like Bakugou from the 1800s, who everyone thought to be created after Apollo, but you beg to differ. There are letters found between two lovers, one gone off to war and the other at home, their exchange of love something poets discuss in contemporary times. Theres even skeletons found embracing each other, with one’s head tucked into the others neck.
And for some reason, every time, these figments of love appeal to you deeper than anyone else around you. They’re so familiar, and you think you might be going crazy when flashes of memories start to plague you.
Sitting in a darkly lit room, a slate of white marble in front of you, a point chisel in hand. There’s a blond man sitting behind the marble, with a sly grin, as your hands raise to start chipping away at its flawless perfection.
Sitting at home, writing away with a quilled pen to a lover you miss. Kissing the edge of the paper and pulling away to find it stained with red from your lips.
Laying in the soft grass, your face hidden in a strong neck as heavy winds start to take over you. Your arms entangled in another’s, tilting your face up to kiss a blond, stubbled jaw.
When Bakugou tells you he remembers the same things, you wonder if you’re both just on a bad trip from a drug you don’t remember taking. But you carve your names in tree trunks and wonder if you’ll find find it again hundreds of years later, if you’ll see him again, if you’ll create another piece of your unyielding love on every crevice of the earth.
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I gotta be honest if some random guy approached me in the street and asked me to tell him my paranormal trauma I'd literally just tell him? Like he wouldn't have to compel me I'd like to share. Free therapy for me, free story for him! Not my problem if it feeds an otherworldly overlord.
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guinevereslancelot · 1 month
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what was with cameron house md she spends 90% of the episode saying she wants their patient to die bc he's a genocidal dictator and her colleague husband says "babe it bothers me for ethical reasons that you want our patient to die :(" and she said "hm maybe you're right :/" but when it comes down to it the genocidal dictator lays a finger on her in an aggressive manner and chase instantly commits medical malpractice to murder the guy and then when he tells her she LEAVES HIM bc boo hoo he's a murderer now like GIRL he killed a man for you!!! he's wracked with catholic guilt!!! he's being crushed beneath the weight of his sins because he chose his devotion to you over his devotion to god!!! he literally could not get any sexier at this moment in time!!!
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jventureart · 18 days
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Boop day challenge
@depressedhatakekakashi once again the person to thank for this 🙏 ✨️
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lauradonnelly · 8 months
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HEARTSTOPPER 2.05 | 2.06
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eyes-of-nine · 4 months
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sqx but it's that one quote from black sails
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cerealmonster15 · 10 months
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i love these freaky little teens and their freaky little relationship problems within their freaky little marriage. this is how it works in MY mind no matter WHAT anthony burch may or may not say re: hermies feelings 😌
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thatswhatsushesaid · 9 months
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"mxtx's genius knows no bounds, she created such a wily villain in jin guangyao that he's convinced half the fandom to believe in his propaganda!!!!"
the propaganda:
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jupitercomet · 1 year
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happy holidays!! if you’re still taking prompts could we see something steamy/smutty with Bradley and Toots based on that adrenaline high-drunk ask you got earlier when she’s confused about how happy he’s being? set before they’re officially together?
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okay I know I said that I was holding off on blurbs until after I finish the Christmas fic, but y'all should know by now that I am a ✨liar✨ (but actually I had to write this and I'm not sorry)
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warnings: language, mentions of drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of drugs, Bradley is 6'6'' because I said so, dirty talk but no actual smut, size kink, I added outfit links but you can imagine whatever you would like
also if you'd like to fill this bad boy out I would really appreciate it!
You wouldn't say that Bradley scared you, because he doesn’t scare you. He's cold and off putting, never giving someone the decency of pretending that he liked them if he didn’t. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile outside of when he’s beating another man to a pulp. But he’s not scary. There’s no way the man you’ve watched groggily eat Eggos straight from the freezer could ever be scary.
But part of what makes Bradley such a security is that he’s reliable. He’s predictable. He grumbles about all the makeup you leave on his bathroom counter and silently lets you under his blankets whenever you have nightmares. He’s an intimidating mass of muscle on the occasions you go out, eyes vigilant while you’re too busy focusing on finding the ripest avocados. He’s guarded — quiet. 
He is not the man who is currently howling loudly as he hangs from a stripper pole in the back of a party bus. 
You feel out of place, both you and Natasha squeezed between two groups of scantily clad women, getting closer and closer to emulating a pack of sardines each time the bus makes a sharp turn. To your left, a group of men are doing lines, letting out ear-piercing whoops, and you wince.
“Is he like this a lot?” You ask Natasha over the bass boosted music, you’ve never seen Bradley this animated before and it’s throwing you. 
Natasha snorts. “Only when Maverick gets his hands on him. For a guy who’s 57, he’s fucking wild.”
You suppose that makes sense. Bradley’s win tonight was huge, some of the bets put on him were almost as expensive as buying a house. You’d lost sight of him after the fight — you assume that’s when he’d met with Maverick, because he came back to you almost an hour later hollering in celebration. And Bradley Bradshaw doesn’t holler. 
The song changes abruptly to something Pitbull-esque and it appears Bradley isn’t a fan as he hops down from the stripper pole. You’re slightly hesitant to see what he does next, there’s hardly enough room for you and Natasha to sit comfortably let alone for Bradley’s 6’6’’ frame to squeeze in too.
You squawk in surprise when he lifts you effortlessly with one arm, taking your seat from you and plopping you on his lap.
“Mmm,” he treats you like a personal teddy bear, manhandling you into a position he likes as you try to wriggle away in mortification. “Missed ya, toots.”
You stop your movements. 
What?
One of his large hands is splayed over your thighs, hiding the skin from view as your skirt rides up. The other can’t seem to decide what it wants to do, moving from your hip, to your side, to your stomach.
“God, you smell so fucking good,” he groans, his nose burrowing into the nape of your neck.
What is going on?
You try to crane your neck to look at him, but he growls in protest, his fingers pinching your inner thigh lightly. You gulp, “...Bradley?”
He relaxes further into the upholstered seats of the party bus, taking you with him, and you cling to his arms in response to the sudden loss of your balance. It's in the movement that you realize Natasha had up and left you at some point during all this and you’re kind of glad she did, given that you don’t hate what’s currently going on. But you also don’t really know what’s going on either.
“Love when you wear shit like this this, tootsie,” Bradley murmurs, rubbing the denim hem of your skirt between his fingers. “So fuckin’ cute.”
You bite your lip, flustered as he traces the skin of your thighs. “Thank you.”
His head drops to your neck again and he sporadically presses kisses everywhere from your shoulder to your collarbone. You try to rationalize that he’s just drunk and tired, that you’re the closest thing he can correlate to a bed right now and that’s the reason he’s suddenly acting so clingy. Because Bradley’s guarded — not affectionate. 
“Was thinkin’ about you,” he slurs against your skin. “Knew I had to win tonight ‘cause you get sad when my face is all beat up.”
You try to fight his grip, huffing in annoyance. He always makes fun of you for being worried about him. “Well, I’m sorry for caring about you.”
“Didn’t mean it like that, tootsie,” Bradley’s arms squeeze around you again, holding you to him and you're absolutely no match for his strength. “I just don’t like seein’ you sad.”
The confession catches you off guard, as does the hand of his that’s suddenly tracing up your stomach. It’s only one of his hands though, the other staying firmly planted on top of your thighs. For as clearly intoxicated as he is, he seems to have a very good handle on making sure he doesn’t accidentally cause you to flash everyone else in the party bus. 
Bradley’s thumb traces the underside of your breast through your shirt absentmindedly and you can’t help but squirm at the tingling sensation it sends to the lower pit of your stomach. The movement causes Bradley’s hand to slip slightly, his fingers brushing against your core, and you both freeze.
Bradley pulls his hand out from your skirt slowly, like he’s expecting to see the arousal glistening on his skin, and you have to bite your lip to hold back a whimper.
“You wet for me?” When you don’t respond, he continues, his voice dropping an octave. “I asked you a question, toots. If I put you over my lap right now and checked, would your pretty panties be clingin' to ya?”
Your breath hitches when he lifts his neck slightly to nip your earlobe, his words ghost the shell of your ear. “With this tiny skirt of yours, I bet I could push them aside and slip right in and no one would notice. Fill you up so good just sitting right here.”
“Brad-Bradley,” you shakily grab his wrist, stopping him from sliding his fingers under your skirt again. Luckily he gets distracted measuring your hand in comparison to his own, looking at the size difference in wonder. “We can’t. You’re obviously drunk.”
“Mm,” Bradley agrees, though he doesn’t really seem to be listening. “I’d probably be too big for you. Haveta stretch you out real good to make it all fit. Maybe I’ll just rub my dick through your folds real nice instead, hmm? Get you creamin’ all over my cock and balls until my itty bitty tootsie’s ready for me, yeah?”
He's staring at you from your shoulder, eyes almost black with lust and smile much too innocent for the words that had just left his lips.
“Yeah,” you stutter out, your panties sufficiently drenched at the idea, and you have to physically shake your head to clear your thoughts. “I mean— I mean, no Bradley. Not when you’re like this.”
You need him to stop talking about all the things he wants to do to you or you might genuinely climax in the back of a party bus from his filthy mouth alone. How Bradley can just say this stuff with random strangers present — granted they’re hardly paying attention to you — you have no idea.
“Can we cuddle tonight?” He asks suddenly and you didn’t know it was possible to almost break your neck from metaphorical whiplash until now. “I miss holding ya.”
Bradley goes back to pressing kisses to your neck, his arms now wrapped somewhat respectfully around your middle and his hands holding down the denim of your skirt. He nuzzles his nose into your skin with a satisfied rumble that emanates from his throat. You’re finding it very hard to believe this is the same man who was offering to give you a pussyjob just mere minutes ago. Your thighs clench in remembrance, or maybe it's just Bradley squeezing you contently, but your focus doesn't last long as a sudden thought dowses you like ice water.
How on earth were you supposed to look Bradley in the eye after this?!
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My cat as Smirke's 14:
(part 1)
The eye:
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The hunt:
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The web:
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The desolation:
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The dark:
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The slaughter:
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The flesh:
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The vast:
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The buried:
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The end:
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explodingstarlight · 1 year
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i did it, i did the thing 😌✨ turtlesona time!!
MAJOR thanks to my rad moot @snailsnaps for actually getting me to draw him because the executive was not functioning on the task until they brought it up /g
Just some additional lil fun facts/ramblings about Nova that I figured might be an interesting read ^^
+ Nova's name refers to both supernovas (which I think are super cool and am totally projecting my interest onto him) & 80's bossa nova music (very vibey and also gave inspiration for their color palette)
+ Crippling energy drink addiction /lh
+ Likes bugs, particularly moths (death's-head and poodle moths are very cool) & salamanders (their coloration).
+ Places stickers/decals all over themselves and their stuff. The shiny heart and wavey-line details on their shell?? Vinyl decals they made. They only have a few spots on their shell naturally (as natural as a mutant bog turtle is lmao) and thought it was too boring, so they "fixed" it.
+ Draws but only digitally; hates the mess/stickiness of traditional art (chalk pastels are the DEVIL; he's just like me,,,, he's just like me FR 😭🖐️)
+ HUGE seafood fan: will go rabid over a plate of shrimp alfredo; also really enjoys noodles in any form.
+ Hates hot tea but really enjoys a good iced tea.
+ Special interest in astronomy
+ OBNOXIOUS music taste (based off of mine lmao): mainly hyperpop-esque EDM or emo music, but as the design implies, also enjoys some bossa nova music when the mood hits.
+ If he's not wearing his mask, they're very partial to beanies (likes to have something on their face/head at all times)
+ This mf autistic as hell /pos (he's just like me fr x2)
+ Generally seems very laid-back and calm. He's just kinda there for the vibes. BUT they are a massive enabler for chaos--they may not be coming up with the plan, but they Will assist the cause to see what happens. He Can and Will lie with a straight face to help said chaos goblin out. He likes the drama 🤷
And THIS, is a bog turtle! I obviously changed coloration to have more fun with it (and didn't go with yellow markings cuz it resembled Mikey too much), but I kept them in mind:
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They're actually pretty similar in size and general build to little box turtles, so I went with Mikey's general body shape when designing Nova. :)
ANYWAY, that's it for now! Thanks for sticking around and reading, if you made it this far 😌✨
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Voldemort tended to push Harry a little too far - give the monster an inch and he’d take a mile - but that wasn’t anything new.
Harry never took a shove lying down and became reckless, heedless. Red touches yellow, kills a fellow, they say, but all Harry saw was a snake — and a snake is a snake is a snake.
Warning signs on his skin - in those eyes - or not, Harry was playing a game with a beast that bites and he had the anti-venom in the shape of a lightning bolt etched into his forehead.
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running-in-the-dark · 3 months
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okay, Flynn fangirling over Darrington Dare might be the cutest thing ever
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