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bathfencer · 3 months

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Have two nice drawings of two husbands

#team fortress 2 #soldier tf2 #tf2 fandom #tf2 fanart #tf2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #helmet party #who can it be now

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khloxxy · 3 months

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Every time I draw Alfred he looks more and more manic and honestly that's what I'm going for......

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80s-music-tourney · 3 months

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#80s music tourney #men at work #who can it be now #billy idol #rebel yell #80s #polls #Youtube

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toasty1snake · 2 months

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I made this at 3AM yesterday idk why

It's called history repeats itself and i used a different animation style for each part LMAO

#was slowly losing my sanity making #artist #toastsart #artists on tumblr #small artist #digital art #digital fanart #ibispaintx #donella vat7k #varian vat7k #hugo vat7k #vat7k #ulla vat7k #varian tangled fanart #varian and the 7 kingdoms #varian tangled #varian #who can it be now

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icywaddle · 25 days

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Kanamafu Roommates AU [Pt 6/?]

“You said you loved me.”

Mafuyu froze halfway through brushing the hair away from Kanade’s face, her hand just barely touching her cheek. Kanade hesitated, then leaned into the contact, placing her warm cheek in the palm of Mafuyu’s hand. Mafuyu cupped her fingers, cradling Kanade’s head almost unconsciously as she scrambled for words. Her heart was speeding up, her breathing growing unsteady.

“I…”

She stopped in her tracks.

“I… Don’t know.”

Mafuyu hated the words as soon as they left her mouth, hated the way she saw something in Kanade’s expression falter as she finished her sentence. She noticed Kanade trying to slip her hand away, pull her head back, curl into herself and disappear into nothing. Leaning forward, Mafuyu reached for Kanade’s hand, trying to reassure her. Kanade flinched, drawing back further. After a pause, Mafuyu stopped and pulled back.

“But… I-”

Mafuyu tried to think, to find a way to put her feelings into words. She tried to think of lyrics, as Kanade had shown her to before, but her mind kept coming up blank. Nothing seemed to work, no words fit to describe the roiling pit of emotion consuming her every thought.

“When I look at you… I can feel… Something.”

The words sounded so casual, almost like something that should’ve been obvious for anyone else. But here, in this moment, they seemed to echo through the house, striking both of them with surprise. Mafuyu herself could barely believe she’d said it, let alone that it was true. Still, it was. Kanade glanced up, quickly blinking the first hint of tears out of her eyes.

“You do…?”

Nodding, Mafuyu cast her eyes down, feeling almost ashamed. She knew she couldn’t give the answer that she thought Kanade would want. After all, Kanade herself had asked her to be more open expressing her thoughts.

“Then… What kind of feeling is it?”

Kanade murmured softly, reaching down and tilting Mafuyu’s chin up. Hesitantly, Mafuyu allowed her to lift her face. Her face had slipped from its usual emotionless mask, features now twisted in turmoil.

“I… I can’t tell. I don’t think it’s.. bad… But…”

An odd coldness trailed down her cheek, catching her attention. She stopped speaking, raising a hand to reach up and swipe at her face. Her fingers glistened, shining with a thin layer of liquid. Tears.

Why am I crying…?

Kanade shook Mafuyu out of her thoughts as she took her sleeve and dabbed at Mafuyu’s cheeks. When she realized the tears hadn’t stopped streaming from Mafuyu’s eyes (rather, they had begun to pour in even greater numbers), she pulled Mafuyu’s limp body in for a hug. Mafuyu inhaled shakily, pressing her face into Kanade’s shoulder and trying to stop crying.

“… It’s okay. You don’t have to answer that right away.”

A soft whisper broke their tender silence, catching Mafuyu’s attention. She hiccupped softly, but noted that the flow of tears seemed to have slowed down.

Wh-What…?

“I… Well, this is embarrassing, but… I guess you have an idea of how I feel towards you.”

Kanade mumbled her way through the end of her sentence, shaking her head slightly. Mafuyu sniffled, feeling Kanade’s long hair tickling her nose as her head turned.

“Or- If you don’t that’s fine as well- but by now-”

She cut herself off, burying her face in Mafuyu’s neck. The ticklish sensation made Mafuyu huff out a quick breath, flinching ever so slightly. Kanade quickly drew back, seeming embarrassed.

“S-Sorry. What I meant is… It’s alright if you’re not sure what you’re feeling. There’s no rush for you to figure everything out as fast as possible. We have all the time in the world.”

Mafuyu blinked, absorbing Kanade’s words. For a moment, she stayed, frozen in place. Then, she lifted her arms, tentatively returning Kanade’s hug.

“… Okay.”

She said, the sound barely a whisper. Kanade seemed to have heard it, though. The moment Mafuyu’s arms were wrapped around her, she melted slightly, relaxing more of her weight onto Mafuyu. The latter shifted slightly, placing most of their weight on the back of the couch. Both of them seemed afraid to move, afraid to break the fragile moment they had created.

“Thank you, Kanade.”

Mafuyu murmured, squeezing her tighter as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Kanade nodded, leaning in and allowing herself to be enveloped in Mafuyu’s embrace.

And then, the doorbell rang.

A voice called through the door.

“Mafuyu?”

They couldn’t tell who it was, but it definitely wasn’t a classmate.

…

Neither of them wanted to answer it.

“Mafuyu, it’s me.”

“Please, let me in.”

A/N: Haha- recall the last post when i said part 6 would be up “soon.”

Word count:

PT6: 772

Total: 3735

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slavicgerman · 3 months

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It's all just a coincidence. 🤔

#random #society #america #who can it be now

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timesforham · 8 months

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#men at work #colin hay #who can it be now

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igotmyhashpipee · 22 days

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guys I think this is my new fav band but rn im only listening to a couple of their songs and this is one of them so I though I'd portray my thoughts while listening to this :)

#who can it be now #men at work #saxaphoneeee #i cant feel my face #colin hays #ham dude #john rees maybe??#idk #hehhe

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orkowhereheshouldntbe · 1 year

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[ID in ALT!]

Orko in the "Who Can It Be Now" music video. *sick sax lick*

#orkowhereheshouldntbe #who can it be now #men at work

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b0y-artist · 5 months

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Is it gay to memorize your best friend's morning cup of joe? Asking for a friend.

"Sev? Is everything okay?" A smooth voice he knew all too well snapped him out of his internal tirade. Using that *damn* nickname. Seven felt his face grow hotter.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What did I miss?" Seven stuttered, trying to make it seem like he *wasn't* just spacing out. Even though it was probably pretty noticeable at this point. Mono knew him better than anybody else, and could read him like a book. Which was ironic, since Mono didn't even like to read.

"The room number is 129, now c'mon! I wanna see our place!" Mono yelled excitedly, thankfully already forgetting about Seven's temporary dissociation as he ran up the carpeted staircase, rocking on his heels impatiently as he waited for Seven by the door.

Seven chuckled as he scaled the seemingly endless stairway, trying to reach his restlessly hyper friend as quickly as possible. "Sevennnnn, c'mon! You're so slow!" As if on cue, he could already hear Mono's childish whining. Shaking his head fondly at his friend's antics, Seven finally reached the top of the stairs.

"Not my fault these *pant* stairs are so long." he muttered, trying to catch his breath as Mono continued to pout. "That's no excuse. Perhaps you should exercise more, Fellon." Mono playfully teased, a shit-eating smirk on his face.

Seven rolled his eyes as he moved past Mono to unlock the door to their apartment. "Heaven forbid I leave his highness waiting. After you, princess." Seven teased back, barely holding back his laughter as he opened the door for a very irate Mono.

As soon as Mono walked through the door, he was speechless. The apartment was so neat, and clean. The walls were painted a nice beige, that matched the color of the love seat they ordered perfectly. The floors were hardwood and so shiny Mono could see his reflection. There was a 49-inch flat screen TV hooked up to the wall above a dresser where several pots of grafted cactuses and succelents lay. Next to the love seat was a rectangular glass table, and on top, a small wicker basket that held remotes.

The kitchen wasn't anything too special. It was relatively small, and had all your everyday appliances. But what did catch Mono's eye was a black coffee maker. Specifically, the one he got for Seven's 16th birthday.

Mono wasn't a *huge* fan of coffee, he usually only drank it whenever he had to work late, just so he could stay up and get everything done. *But,* Seven absolutely adored coffee, and Mono made sure to brew him a cup every morning. Is it gay that he's memorized the exact amount of sugar Seven likes in his coffee? Not that he paid attention to it on purpose. Always seeing what brand and flavor Seven preferred so he could make sure to secretly pick it up whenever they went grocery shopping, nope, never. That would be *undeniably* gay.

Regardless, Mono's heart fluttered at the thought of Seven keeping it after all this time.

Mono heard footsteps behind him as Seven walked into the kitchen. Seven titled his head when he caught Mono looking at the coffee maker. He's not sure why, but for some odd reason, he wanted to come up behind Mono and hug him.

"Y-you kept it?" Mono stuttered, his heart still beating fast. He's not sure why, this isn't even that big of a deal! It's just a coffee maker.

"Y-yeah, I did." Seven stuttered, the urge only growing stronger as he watched how Mono fiddled with his fingers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Was Mono always that attractive, or was it just the lighting?

Seven gulped, looking away from Mono to try and calm down. Eventually, his heart stopped racing and his face went back to it's normal color. Seven turned around as soon as he was sure he could face Mono without running away. Or exploding, which ever happened first.

"But, w-what about the new one? You always told me how you wanted it. I was sure you would've replaced it." Mono mumbled, looking down at his shoes since he couldn't stand to look at Seven anymore. Not that he was repulsed by him or something, no, it was just the complete opposite.

Seven was surprised that Mono thought he would've gotten rid of it, but putting that thought aside, he flicked his hand carelessly. "I never liked all that new stuff anyway. It means a lot to me, I-I mean, since you were the one who gave it to me." Seven replied, secretly wishing to kick his own ass for how ridiculously stupid that sounded.

–and then Mono smiled. Oh god, he smiled.

Seven's doomed.

"Aw. Well, I'm glad you kept it. I was secretly hoping you would, I-I just didn't want to seem pushy." He stammered, and Seven frowned. Mono's always had this awful habit of thinking everything was his fault, or something he said was wrong somehow. Usually it wasn't, and Seven tried to reassure him of this. But, the habit *still* stuck around, even after all these years. That doesn't mean Seven would stop trying, though.

"Mono, that's not "being pushy." It just meant a lot to you, and you wanted me to keep it. Which is completely understandable." Seven said, trying his best to sound convincing. Whenever Mono got like this, it was extremely hard to get him to believe otherwise, but Seven was anything if not persistent. Mono probably rubbed off on him in that regard, and Seven wouldn't be surprised, since they spend so much time with each other. Nonetheless, it was a good trait to have. Especially when Seven had to deal with an equally set-in-his-ways boy.

"Yeah. You're probably right. Sorry, Sev. You know how I get," Mono apologized, picking at his skin. Another habit Mono had unfortunately picked up over the years. Seven walked over to Mono so he could gently take him by the wrists. "Hey, don't do that." Seven softly spoke up as Mono stopped his picking to look up at Seven.

Mono frowned, Seven looked worried, *really* worried, and it made Mono feel responsible. "Sorry." Mono apologized, but his voice was hollow. He knew Seven didn't like whenever he picked at his skin. Sometimes Mono even went so far as to draw blood, which Seven had to clean and patch up to make sure it didn't get infected. Seven always took care of him, the least he could do is make less work for him. Mono's a mess that Seven doesn't need to worry about.

As if Seven could read his thoughts he took Mono's hands into his own, and gave them a comforting squeeze, thumbing over his knuckles. "It's alright. Just try not to do it again, okay? I know it's hard, but..." Seven trailed off, his grip on Mono's hand tightening, but not painfully so, it was more of a silent affirmation. A promise to never leave. "I-I worry about you." Seven finished, his grip slowly loosening on Mono's hands, but the promise was still there.

–And as Mono finally sobered up out of his bout of self-pity, he could sense Seven's touch, it felt like a thousand tiny fireworks dancing up his spine, his skin tingling from the slightest brush of the hand. It felt...nice, if not a little overwhelming.

"Woah..." Mono whispered to himself. Luckily, Seven didn't seem to notice as there was a knock on the door. When Seven finally let go of Mono to answer the door, Mono briefly mourned the loss.

Who could that even be at this hour?

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duranduratulsa · 7 months

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Men At Work - Who Can It Be Now? (Video Version)

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Spooktober song of the day 2: Who Can It Be Now? by Men At Work (1983) from Business As Usual #menatwork #whocanitbenow #businessasusual #80s #spooktober #halloween #october

#men at work #who can it be now #business as usual #80s #Spooktober #halloween #october #Youtube #Spotify

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lillyosaurus · 1 year

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i like it here with my childhood friends. here they come, those feelings again.

Who can it be now?