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tinydestinybear · 2 years
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6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
22. Where would you like to travel?
33. Spell your name with your chin.
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
70. Names of your best friends?
101. Do you type fast?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Not me going on and singing Chicken Noodle Soup Chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
142. Favourite month?
146. Was today a good day?
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 
Love youuuuuu! Also send me your twitter acc in dmsss💜 Bells😭💓
thank you for sending these in love xx i loved answering these, if you want to i'd love to know your own answers to these?
6. i don't really have any specific things in mind, just someone who loves life as it is you know? someone with whom everyday will be calming yet chaotic in it's own way but just having them around should feel better
22. udaipur (chittor fort), kerala, north east india and kashmir!!! if you say internationally, then japan, santorini, paris - it's a long list i hope to cover someday!
33. is this something like a dare? i tried it though x
38. someone who loves to go out but also stay in, values love and finds time for their family and like i answered in (6)
49. oh yesss definitely
70. i unfortunately don't feel comfortable letting out the names of my best friends in real life but on here it would be all of you who support me and come talk to me!! 😚 (with a special mention to @marmixedwithabitofintellect)
101. i think so? i've tried a writing speed test but i don't recall the results that well
117. hahaha as soon as i saw the 'chicken noodle soup' trust me i began singing in my mind too 🙈 but yes it's something i enjoy having as a dish
131. interesting ... i don't really share any romantic feelings for any of my best friends right now, so i'd probably give them their own time to feel better and then talk to me x
142. december!!! my birthday month <33
146. i'm hoping it's a good day so far so good xx
150. i'm on laptop right now so can't really take a photo but it says 'From'
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gi5elle · 6 months
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BELLE (KISS OF LIFE)
Bad News, 2023
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jack-o-phantom · 2 years
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Here's some dialogue I've typed up, just a summary of rbfr interactions between Sun&Moon + Y/n
Throwing you crumbs
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If you look hard enough, you can see where I got inspo from some of you guys!:)
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poirott · 2 years
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AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT 2x01 "Peril at End House"
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mrsfitzgerald · 2 years
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video: @derwahnsinn​​ ✨
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<o> Moony, my love? <o>
-*- Yes, Sunny-dear? -*-
<o> Do you think actions have consequences? <o>
-*- Certainly! -- for other people, of course. Not for us. Our actions would never have consequences. -*-
<o> Oh, I'm so glad that you're right; I am so glad that you're right. <o>
meanest girls in the daycare play local Gator like a fiddle and don't see a problem with that, more at 11
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ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪!
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This is a cute piece I did for @bells-of-black-sunday that I've been keeping secret for a few weeks, as a surprise for Danny's birthday (or release date)! We had previously discussed them tie dying shirts together and I really wanted to bring together the themes of Pride Month while drawing Spuk's design of Danny's face - I also couldn't help but add their rings because it makes me soft. (⺣◡⺣)♡*
I wanted to do something nice for Spuk since he's always drawing adorable things of Danny and Robin, so, I figured this would do. I really hope you all enjoy it too! The music for this piece was Mine by Sleep Token, such a sweet song for a sweet ship!
Beneath the cut is a little hee hoo version as well, since I couldn't help it ໒(⊙ᴗ⊙)७
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Zoom in of their faces bc I'm obsessed:
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xuseokgyu · 1 year
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Gif Coloring Before and After Tag Game I was tagged by @hansolz and @jinniebit <<33
Finished Sets: Gif 1 |  Gif 2 | Gif 3 | Gif 4 | Gif 5 | Gif 6 | Gif 7 | Gif 8 
I haven’t changed much of my style, but I’ve been allowing myself to be more drastic with the colors, still looking somewhat antral, but more saturated, I’ve learned I like it like this way more. Some gifs here are more heavily colored to fit the set, like Wonwoo’s where I changed the color of his clothing or Wooyoung’s where I turned the purples into teals, but yeah... not much more to say hahah
I tag @chwejongho @woozification @changbeens @jjongho @minzbins and @loserline
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peculiarbeauty · 4 months
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@kingbcwser || sc. something there - beauty and the beast.
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" new .. and a bit alarming. who'd have ever thought that this could be ? "
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fruitmans · 5 months
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Lil man is very chill today 🥹🙏🏻 - and we're hanging out with my dad all day😍
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first sentence: "I swear it's not my fault this time!"
“I swear it’s not my fault this time!” Renée said while her mother tended to Maurice’s scraped knee. “We told him it wasn’t safe, but he climbed up anyway!”
Belle finished cleaning the wound, then began wrapping a bandage around the boy’s leg. “Reecy, you know you’re not supposed to climb trees without me there.”
The prince’s face was red and wet with tears. “But they wouldn’t let me play!”
“He’s always bothering us! We just wanted some peace for five minutes,” came his sister’s exasperated reply.
Belle kissed his bandaged knee, then swiped his blond bangs aside so she could kiss his forehead. “Why don’t you go find Papa? I think he’s in his study.”
The boy nodded and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, hopping off the stool. He began leaving the room, but not before sticking his tongue out at his sister, to which she stuck hers right back.
The queen then stood up to put the excess bandages back in the drawer.
“He’s always around all the time,” Renée continued to complain, following her mother around the room.
“Well, yeah, he lives here too, Ren. And you know how much he adores you and Jules.”
“He has an obnoxious way of showing it,” the princess rolled her eyes.
Belle laughed and kissed her daughter’s head. “I know Reecy can be a lot sometimes, but I hope you two can find a way to get along.”
“I’d be happy to! If he wasn’t always buzzing around like a bee!”
Her mother looked up in thought. “You know, he loves bees. You all should go look for bees together.”
Renée threw her arms up and groaned. “I’m going back outside.”
“Okay, love,” Belle chuckled. “Don’t get a bee in your bonnet!”
“That’s not funny, Mama!”
“Your father would have laughed!”
“Then go tell him!!” Renée called, already halfway down the hall, tired of both her brother’s and her mother’s antics for one day.
Belle laughed to herself as she finished cleaning the supplies, then left for Adam’s study to follow up with their poor, completely innocent, injured little boy.
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stinkrascal · 1 year
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i woke up so early today bc me and bf are cooking a crock pot roast and letting it sit for 8 whole hours so it will be done by the time hes off work… and dude this looks so good!! call me chef jaiden 🧑🏼‍🍳
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the last line of my wip (tagged)
thank you so much @melliabee and @aberrations-reality for the tag!
rules: post the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as words.
my actual last sentence is very short, so i'll post the two sentences that came before as well, just for context. this is from a fic for the amazing spider-man that i've been working on :D
And he’s at her side, taking her hand into his, lacing their fingers together, not letting go this time. “Hey, Gwen,“ he breathes, more for his own ears than hers. “You’ll be okay.”
It’s not real. Not this time.
tagging @courageisneverforgotten, @cafecitowriter, @teaandatale, @amortensie, @thatfragilecapricorn30, and @avengeclintasha
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rrogueamendiares · 1 year
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thinking about him (present mic)
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candewlsy · 16 days
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MIZU MY PRETTY GIRLLLL
BELL, MY SWEET GIRL HEHE.
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corroded-hellfire · 1 year
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Eddie x bookworm!Reader angst-to-fluff, where Eddie is always picking on Reader because he has a crush on her, but she thinks he’s just being mean. Like he’ll say “read anything good lately, bookworm?” because he genuinely wants to talk to her about what she’s reading, but she assumes he’s teasing her like everyone else. And then a fluffy ending where he actually has a real conversation and admits that he likes her? Love you, bb! @munson-blurbs 💚
Eddie would love bookish girls like us, Bug! We’d be his favorites and everyone else would be jealous hehehe. I loved this request and I hope you enjoy!
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The library is supposed to be your sanctuary. It’s supposed to be where you can go and be with the books, spending time picking out the perfect one before settling down in a chair to see what new adventure awaits you within the pages. But he’s here again. The metal head who thinks it’s fun to pick on you. It’s no secret that people at school are constantly calling him a freak, so he obviously knows what it’s like to be teased and picked on. So why does he do it to you?
The paperback in your hands is pretty small, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to hide your face behind it, hoping Eddie doesn’t notice you. But you know it didn’t work when you hear the chair on the opposite side of the table from you being pulled back and someone drops down into it.
“Hey, bookworm.”
Taking a moment to close your eyes and take a deep breath behind the cover of the book, you lower it and give Eddie the most unfriendly smile you can manage.
“Edward.”
“Don’t call me that,” he says, wrinkling up his nose.
“Don’t call me bookworm,” you retort.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Eddie says.
You ignore him and go back to reading. Well, pretending to read anyway, but really waiting for him to get up and leave.
“Whatcha reading?”
Slowly, you lower the book down enough where you can peer over the side of it where it clearly shows the title.
“Little Women,” you answer anyway.
“So, like, girls?”
“Sure.”
“What’s it about?”
“Eddie,” you say with a sigh. You lower the book down and slide your bookmark into the page you left off on. “What do you want?”
He leans back in his seat and frowns at you as he laces his fingers behind his head.
“To know what your book is about,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“No,” you say with a shake of your head. “What do you really want?”
The bell rings and you don’t give him time to answer your question before your things are back in your backpack and you’re out the door.
Luckily, you don’t see Eddie the rest of the day. The next day, you’re not as lucky. As you're getting the books you need out of your locker, you see Eddie coming down the hall out of the corner of your eye. Hurrying so he doesn’t have the chance to come and tease you, you swap out your things and clutch what you need to your chest. You hardly make sure your locker is properly closed before you’re turning away and walking quickly down the hallway, hoping he won’t spot you.
When you step into your French class, you finally release the breath you’ve been holding in your chest. Head down so no one else will notice you, you open your French notebook and turn it to a clean page for the start of class.
Someone drops down in the seat next to you, but you don’t look their way until you feel them leaning into your personal space. You’re shocked when Billy Hargrove is there, so close to you, an easy smile on his lips.
“Hey, smart girl.”
You’d bet good money he’s calling you that because he doesn’t know your real name.
“Um, hi,” you say. There’s a group of girls on the other side of the classroom who are whispering to each other as they watch the two of you.
Billy’s tongue pokes out against his top lip as he looks at you through his thick eyelashes. It’s a look you’ve seen him give dozens of girls around school. He wants something. And you know it’s not you, so that leaves only one other option.
“You’re really good at this French stuff, yeah? Well, to tell you the truth, I’m struggling a little bit. Do you think there’s any way you could help me out with that? I’d really appreciate it.” It’s a good thing you’re sitting because his smile is enough to make your knees give out.
“I’m not really a tutor,” you tell him, shrugging your shoulders. It’s the truth, but you’re also pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to understand your French because he’d make you a stuttering mess just by looking at you.
“Anything I can do to change your mind?” Billy asks, tilting his head. His voice is so sultry it should be illegal.
“I-I don’t think so.”
Billy tsks and shakes his head.
“Well, damn. Let me know if you change your mind, sweetheart.” He knocks his fist against your desk before going back to his own seat.
The teacher walks in and everyone takes their seats, one of the girls who was whispering about you taking her seat right behind you.
“You’re not as smart as everyone says you are,” she leans forward to whisper in your ear.
Mrs. Shay has her back to the class so you take the opportunity to turn around to face the girl.
“What?”
“For a nerd, you’re pretty dumb. Billy Hargrove was willing to spend time with you and you said no. Tell me, how many guys actually want to be around you? Let alone ones that look like Billy.”
You quickly spin back around so she can’t see the tears forming in your eyes. She’ll only be meaner if she sees she gets a reaction out of you. It’s hard to concentrate for the rest of the class, both interactions replaying in your head the whole period.
Lunch is next and you can’t bring yourself to go into the cafeteria full of students. It’s a nice day out so you decide to go sit outside and eat your sandwich in peace. You’re looking forward to picking up your spot in Little Women as you settle on the grass, back resting against the brick building, but come up empty after looking in your bag.
“No,” you whine to yourself as you double check for the book. Still not there. You must’ve left it in your locker. Alone with just your thoughts and your sandwich, the lunch period seems to go on forever. You get up a few moments before it’s over and go to your locker to grab your novel in case you get a chance to read it in any of your afternoon classes. But it’s not there either. You slam your locker door closed and knock your forehead against it. Where the hell did your book go?
“Hey! Bookworm!”
You don’t need to look up to know who’s calling for you. There have been many times in the past you’ve been grateful your locker is right next to the girl’s room, and this is another one, as you slip in, acting like you didn’t hear Eddie.
Once the bell rings, you wait a minute for the halls to fill with students before joining the sea of teenagers. A quick glance around and there’s no sign of Eddie. You don’t press your luck though and make a beeline straight for your biology class.
The end of the school day can’t come fast enough. Heading to the library after the final bell is like being a salmon swimming upstream as everyone makes for the exits. A sigh leaves your lips once you’re safely inside and find a table in the corner to hide yourself at. Unfortunately, you’re only allowed a few peaceful moments.
“There you are, bookworm.”
It feels like the last straw. You groan and drop your head down to the table, but Eddie still pulls out the seat across from you and plops down in it.
“I’ve been trying to give this back you.” There’s a slide across the table and you pick your head up to see your tattered paperback of Little Women. “You dropped it in the hallway this morning. I tried calling for you but I guess you didn’t hear me.”
“Oh,” you say, stomach sinking with guilt. “Thank you.” You’d just come to expect the worst from people, so Eddie’s act of kindness comes as a surprise.
“No problem,” Eddie says. He leans forward on his forearms and smiles at you. It’s such an open and kind smile that it makes your head feel a little fuzzy. You’d never noticed how pretty Eddie is before. His dark eyes watch you and your cheeks heat up under his gaze.
“You know,” Eddie says. “I don’t think I could’ve forgiven Amy.”
“What?” you ask, face scrunching in confusion.
Eddie nods his head towards the book on the table between the two of you.
“Amy. She burnt Jo’s manuscript. That’s pretty shitty. And I’m pretty sure Laurie is in love with Jo.”
“Oh.” You look down at the cover of Little Women, your fingers coming up to ghost over the edges. “You’ve read it?”
“I started to,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Just don’t tell O’Donnell I was reading that in class today instead of listening to her drone on and on.”
“You were reading it today?” you ask.
“Yeah,” Eddie says. He looks down at the table in front of him and knocks his shiny silver rings a few times on the wood. “You didn’t tell me what it was about yesterday, so I decided to find out.”
Thinking back to Eddie finding you in the library yesterday, you remember him asking about what you were reading. You’d assumed it was some ploy to make fun of you, but it seems he was genuinely curious. The guilt tightens your stomach even further. You’re not sure how to apologize without admitting to him you’d assumed he was being an asshole.
“Um, do you want to finish the book? See how it ends?” You extend it to him and Eddie’s head snaps up to look at you.
“Really?” he asks, sounding more excited than you’d expect.
“Sure,” you say. “I’ve read it three times already so I’m in no hurry to finish it. Go ahead.”
Eddie’s face lights up in a grin and you mentally shake yourself for never noticing how absolutely adorable he is before.
“Thanks,” he says. He takes it from you and holds it in his hands like it’s precious and made of glass, not a book that looks like it’s weathered many storms. “Maybe when I’m done we could talk about it?”
Now it’s your turn to be surprised.
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” he says, avoiding your eyes. “Maybe we could get coffee or something? Or, pizza if you don’t like coffee.”
You stare at him for a moment before responding.
“You want to hang out with me? Voluntarily?”
His face pinches into a frown as he meets your eyes again.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” he asks.
“I just…” You sigh. “You’re always calling me a bookworm. I figured you were picking on me like everyone else does.”
“Oh.” His face falls and he quickly shakes his head. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that bothered you so much.” He sets the book down and rubs his hands over his face. “I guess I was just teasing. I’m not good with emotions and feelings.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“Ugh,” he groans, but there’s a shy smile on his face. “You know how in, like, third grade, how boys will sometimes pick on girls they like?”
“Yeah,” you say with a nod, clearly missing the hidden message in the question.
He huffs a laugh and gestures to himself.
“Guess I’m about as mature as a third grader.”
Your eyes widen and Eddie can’t help but chuckle in amusement at the look.
“You’re saying you like me? Is…is that what you’re saying?”
“You’re supposed to be the clever one here,” Eddie says with a smirk.
“And you’re…you’re serious?”
He frowns at this and leans in closer towards you.
“I would never joke like that. I know what it’s like to be picked on. It fucking sucks. I’m not about to inflict that on someone else. Especially someone as cute as you.”
Heat blooms on your face, so warm you’re sure you must look like a tomato. Eddie sits up, straightening in pride that he had that effect on you.
“Um, okay,” you say quietly. “Well, finish that book and we’ll go talk about it over pizza.”
“Like…a date?” Eddie asks in a hopeful voice.
“Yeah, a date.” You can’t help the giddy smile that comes to your face.
“Shit, I better get started then.” Eddie opens the book and leans back in his seat. You giggle, thinking he’s joking, but you see his eyes start to actually scan the pages as he reads. Taking advantage of his distraction, you let yourself look over him. His frizzy hair hangs at his shoulders, bangs pushed to the left side of his forehead. His long body reclines in the chair as he reads, his tongue poking out of his pretty lips. He’s beautiful.
You can’t wait until he’s finished with the book. Then he’ll understand what you mean when you say you’d love to be the Jo March to his Friedrich Bhaer.
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