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awkward-radar-tech · 1 year
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Next season they need to give grogu a blaster. Let him shoot his enemies. It would be fun.
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wulfhalls · 1 month
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despairforme · 2 days
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I just noticed since future society came out, every single outfit nnoitra wears, he has his tits out in some way. Why is he so zesty
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❝ 'Da fuck ya talkin' 'bout? ❞ Actually, this was not the first time he'd gotten this ( comment? ). It was always strange to him when he had to explain some simple, basic facts. Nnoitra wasn't a smart guy by any means, and having to explain things to others... It wasn't something that should be necessary. Yet, here he found himself having to state something basic. ❝ I'm a man, so I ain't got tits. I got a chest, 'n there ain't nothin' sexual 'bout a guy's chest. ❞ There. Easy, basic facts. Since WHEN was a guy showing off his chest "zesty". Nnoitra sure as shit didn't think of Grimmjow as slutty just because he wore his jacket open. A lot of the Arrancar didn't like having to wear uniforms, since they'd never worn clothes as Hollow, making the sudden mandatory uniforms feel uncomfortable. Nnoitra personally didn't mind wearing clothes ( especially pants, he enjoyed ), but he didn't expose his chest to be zesty. What the fuck.
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basslinegrave · 11 months
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partners in crime
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leadxxr · 21 days
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| DWIGHT'S FIRST KISS |
It was adolescent Dwight's first high school party he'd ever been to. First one he'd ever even been INVITED to... And in hindsight, he should have been more skeptical. Dwight Fairfield spent his school days struggling in his studies, despite the geeky stereotype most often applied to him, and succeeded greatly in blending in with the walls like a chameleon. He felt invisible every passing day and sunk into a depression that surrounded his lack of social prowess. He was awkward & bashful... quiet & forgettable. So when he found himself awkwardly rapping on the front door of one of the quarterbacks' bougie residences, understandably a fear gripped his chest.
Everyone just stared as he entered, and he felt strangely out of place. He never lasted very long in any of the sports he tried out for, and none of these people had so much as looked in his general direction unless it was to cast silent judgment or not-so-silent jokes at his expense. He was somewhat desperate to fit in, though admittedly his desire to do so had faded. Until this invitation.
Why would he ever think that any of these kids would actually have a motive that wasn't selfish or cruel? He brushed the thought away and took a deep breath as he entered the party and was offered a red solo cup.
Without thinking, Dwight sipped at it absently as he awkwardly clung to the sidelines of the party. He could feel curious glances being cast his way, most likely students wondering why he was even here, and who in their right mind invited him.
Dwight would come to find out after his first solo cup toppled to the floor, empty, and he was dragged into a circle of students with much more social status than he could ever have. He didn't belong here, and he felt himself begin to shift in his shoes at the realization that sparked anxiety in his chest. They were going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven, and Dwight was chosen to go first. Stacy, one of the more popular cheerleaders Dwight had seen in passing between classes, was chosen by an empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, and had he been less in his head, he might have noticed the perturbed look on her face as it did so.
Coos from the audience of his peers echoed in his red, ringing ears as the bulkier football players nudged and urged him out of his seated position and towards a closet door. His stomach began to churn. What even was this game? He'd certainly never played it before.
The young introvert was shuffled towards the door as another one of the football players opened it with a flair of his arm as if inviting him into a fine dining establishment. Stacy took his hand, smirked, and he felt his entire face burn with nerves.
He swallowed the lump in his throat as the door closed and he found himself immersed in darkness with one of the most beautiful girls he had been exposed to.
"U- um..." he fidgeted in the dark, adjusting his glasses nervously, though they did him no good in the pitch black.
"I-" but before he could finish, he flinched as his glasses were softly removed and he felt pressure on his thigh. Stacy had removed his spectacles and moved closer, causing an unusual pressure to build within him.
"Shhhh...." she said, taking his hand and moving it to her breast. This made Dwight's heart feel like it might explode. "Don't you want to have a little fun, Dweety bird?" she cooed affectionately. He wasn't very fond of that nickname that usually accompanied a barrage of verbal insults in the school halls, but he was too stunned to respond.
His hand shook, vibrating with nervousness as he was sure his entire face was beet red beneath the shadows. His stomach began to churn and the claustrophobic room (if he could even see it) felt like it was spinning. Sparks illuminated the darkness like tiny stars as he sat, breathless and motionless, his hand held in place by hers.
He wasn't sure what was wrong, but he suddenly felt extremely sick; nauseated and disoriented. He could feel her breath against his neck and her weight shift towards him in the small room. Eventually, he felt it against his lips, softly. His heart was vibrating violently, but so was his stomach.
What was in that drink? he started to wonder, fear now gripping him as her lips collided with his own. He felt the moisture of her tongue begin to request entry between his lips, meeting with his own briefly, but that was it before his stomach finally interrupted dangerously and he felt the horrible, hot sting of BILE rise in his throat.
Stacy screamed in pure DISGUST as the boy heaved, covering them both in vomit. Immediately, light invaded the pitch black space and blinded him, eyes struggling to adjust without his glasses. Then came another flash, blinding him for a second time as he blinked repeatedly to gather his bearings.
"Oh my God, EWWWWW!!!!" came a cry from a female bystander looking in on the pitiful scene before them -- one of Stacy's friends. There was a crowd, he could tell from the howling laughter of many voices, as Stacy pushed him away and left him there, her face sour with absolute revolt as she immediately headed for a bathroom.
Dwight felt as if he could DIE from the embarrassment... and that feeling didn't get any better as the polaroid began to float around the school the next week... Copies of it found their way into his locker, and he was haunted by the image of himself - a geeky nobody loser - throwing up on the most beautiful girl in school, his hand on her breast making him flush with embarrassment.
He wouldn't return to a high school party ever again.
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jordansanghaislife · 6 months
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It’s finally the last day !! WE MADE IT !! At times I thought we’d never get to this point, and of course I’ve wanted it to end, but like the clown I am I don’t want it to end lmaoo
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midnightcrustcat · 1 year
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THE SHE
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coffeeandcalligraphy · 7 months
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ok ok so you know how my life has majorly revolved around my pain since july & how that has been extremely difficult :) well lately I find myself getting up later than I want to & making my bed as badly as I possibly can & getting out of the house after noon when I planned to get out in the morning & walking to the library when it’s sunny & sitting there for hours & the whole time I’m most concerned with writing & that it’s incredible what I’m doing, it’s a little paradise
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genshins1mpact · 2 years
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As if I couldn't possibly love this dude any more, he goes and gives this sarcastic ass commentary.. lowkey reminds me of Albedo a bit, and maaann am I whipped hahaha. I live for those snarky throwaway lines 🤭💚
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tenacquity · 10 months
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@howthesleeplesswander || cont.
In most cases, Ryunosuke was not one to blatantly lie. For any occasion, any reason, any amount of gain for himself or the receiving party (truly, even “white lies” were of a foreign nature). And so, exactly how he let the Captain talk him into this… he was still internally puzzling out. Long and hard. Strenuous, even, to the point of that already-lacking filter on his tongue being utterly nonexistent with his eventual verbalized musing. And when Kaeya, with that ease and debonair attitude of his, answered the comment as seamlessly as if he were pondering the evening weather, Ryunosuke noticed his mistake.
More importantly, noticed it was exceptionally too late to sew his own mouth shut now.
Worth it? he wondered, marked by a fretful twitch between his brows, an unconscious nibble at his lower lip. As his gaze wandered behind him, twisting his torso to get a look at the lively establishment they had left, Ryunosuke couldn’t help the thought that those free drinks must have had an awful lot to do with the conundrum he found himself in now: astonishingly guiltless, sure, but beyond that… Certainly, the lingering warmth in his face couldn’t be wholly blamed on substances, could it?
A simple explanation. Maybe even preferable. But even now, out in the cooler night air, back to just Ryunosuke and Kaeya—no fabricated strings attached—he struggled to shake the way his companion had looked at him. Talked to him. Treated him.
By the time he finally spun back around to watch where he was going, he heard a squeak. … And seconds later realized it had been himself as he came close to stumbling right into his pretend date.
His breath hung in his throat as that solitary eye shamelessly drank him in. A shudder having nothing to do with the nighttime chill or his company’s Cryo Vision (presumably) skated mercilessly down his spine as he dared to scoot just one meager inch back. Before Ryunosuke even knew what his own face was doing, Kaeya had to remark on it, and only at that precise moment did he find his voice again. Something, that is, more than just an impressively shrill noise.
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“M-mean it?” Step One, it’d seem, was mimicry. “I— Why, that’s not exactly…” He paused in a second attempt to collect himself, revealed through a heavy breath and a downward glance as he carefully moved past the blockade. His shoulder lightly brushed Kaeya’s arm as he went. “I’m only impressed that it worked,” Ryunosuke stated, possibly to convince himself. “Really, I think they would’ve just accepted our words as true without an entire show, Kaeya. That’s all.”
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balladccr · 1 year
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@howthesleeplesswander || surprise starter for childe! \(゚ ー゚\) post-"scara attempting to be a god and getting his ass handed to him"
“Well.” Emphasis—indeed, way too much of it—weighed down his tone, made that single word drop like a stone through water: heavy and disrupting the natural flow. Scaramouche did not yet meet his comrade’s gaze; out of the corner of his own, he held him, keeping a subtle watch and waiting for a single sign—the slightest twitch giving away even a whisper of hostility. So far, there was none. But that tension in the air vibrated as if a million threads of electricity shuddered between them. “This is quite the role reversal, isn’t it?”
When he blinked, his eyes stayed closed a second longer. One meager second that felt like a lifetime where the ex-Harbinger let out a careful breath, testing if it came as fragile as he felt. Something was… trembling inside of him. A dormant curse, really, brought to life the very second this fool found him— Damn, if he had only had the strength to get as far away from here as possible sooner.
“How are you liking Sumeru?” he asked in a faux exchange of pleasantries, and yet the time he allowed Childe to answer was not nearly enough. All too quickly—cutting to the chase—Scaramouche went on with a bored observation: “Let me guess: Her Majesty sent you? What, to bring me in, or is this an official termination notice? And here I thought the decision had been made perfectly clear.”
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His chin ducked ever so slightly, just enough for his hat to block the Eleventh from view. “Dottore made no effort to bring me back with him; that says more than enough about my value to the Fatui,” he said, the hint of a hiss to his tone breaking through an apathetic veil. Then, straightforward, blunt, and piercing: “What do you want?”
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d0d0-b0i · 1 year
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i am an nnd shipper not out of desire but out of /necessity/. if i think about them too much my brain starts overheating in agony over whether the writers knew what they were doing or not
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airenyah · 1 year
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throwback to the very first time i watched ep 8 of bad buddy and inkpa were on their hotpot date and then pa cleaned ink's eye and then That music started playing and i was just sitting there with my jaw on the ground as it dawned on me that they were actually going there
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despairforme · 1 year
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      Missing Grimmjow hours ( again ) .
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inkykeiji · 1 year
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The aku x reader x chuuya smut was so delicious the combination of them perfect ily you write so well
HEHEHEHEHE aw thank you so much anon bb!!! i really appreciate u and ur words and you taking a moment to send me this (´∀`)♡ and i’m super happy that u enjoyed it!!! i just think that they’re a very interesting dynamic you know??? because (as far as i’ve seen) aku seems to respect chuuya in a way that feels both honourable and nonchalant. and i think if chuuya were with a girlie aku wanted/was attracted to, he’d feel this back and forth tug between feeling jealous and feeling almost proud, in a way, of his superior; almost like he looks up to him while also wishing he was in his place. he can both respect him and feel that desire to want to be him.
also that uhhhhhhh drama cd of chuuya giving him a bath????? yeah, that. (*/ω\*)
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daydadahlias · 1 year
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jess you're in mock trial!!? that was my favorite <3
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i was the mock trial captain in high school!! and I just joined the team at my college this semester 💙
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