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#The Legit BO$$
popculturevault · 6 months
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a-l0v1ng-str4ng3r · 1 year
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Workday with Bo
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SFW Content. THIS DOES NOT MEAN MINORS ARE ALOUD TO READ THIS. PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE NOT ALOUD TO INTERACT WITH THIS COMMUNITY.
For those who ARE above 18 you may continue reading
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You worked at home which meant that -without fail- you were bothered by Bo every ten minutes. It doesn’t sound that bad, but when you have a whimpering dog in your lap looking up at you with those puppy eyes. It sometimes gets annoying.
You rested your hand on Bo’s head fondling his hair and ears. He began to whimper knowing you were absently minded doing that to him. It had only been three hours since you had gone online. You were currently working on a project which meant you would probably spend another five to six hours on your computer.
“Bo, I know you don’t like when I work but I need you to stop whimpering.” You ordered gently. You looked down to see the poor dog, man, thing(?) staring back at you putting his puppy eyes at work. His bright blue eyes practically pouring into yours. Once he realized you were having any of his shit his body tensed up.
“But puppy!!! I want you to focus on me! I want you undivided attention, and don’t say in a few minutes because we BOTH know that you’ll be on that computer for more that ‘a couple of minutes!’” He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He was so jealous of that computer of yours. If he could he would smash it into a million pieces but he knew that you would get furious with him and go get another one anyway! Believe me he’s already tried once.
You sighed, “I know, but it’s what pays the bills does it not?” you continued with your work once more moving files here and there. He was beyond irritation now. He could just break that computer once more. He stood up and slammed that computer with your hands escaping the scene as quickly as possible. 
“Bo? I need to do my work.” You glared at him waiting for him to release his hand on the computer. He certainly did return that glare, even growling a little. His look was full of annoyance, want, and impatience. You sighed. You supposed work could wait a little bit.
“Fine, what do you wanna do first?” you pushed your roll-y chair back as you saw your favorite boy pipe up. 
“W-Wait seriously?!” He smiled ear to ear, his tail knocking things over on your desk. His heart swarmed with happiness. You were finally his now. He had your full attention. He was so happy he could start jumping up and down if he didn’t care if he would be embarrassed after.
He flung towards you, jumping on you. He couldn’t help himself. Wrapping you in his big arms he lifted you up and sprinted you towards y’all’s bed. He was now commissioning a cuddle session. 
He laid you down and went over to your chest of drawers. He grabbed fluffy socks and headed to the bathroom. The rustling of machines could be heard and then your hair dryer was turned on. He had seen you do it for him for when he had gotten sick. You put the entrance hole of the sock on the smaller side of the hair dryer and got it warm. 
He finished the task successfully feeling accomplished he came back to see you getting redressed in some comfier clothes. Specifically your onesie that you got to match with him. It was a dog themed suit, with a tail and everything. 
“Hey puppy! You match me!” He chuckled, pulling you into a hug from behind. He showed you the socks he heated up for you.
“I got you these so you don’t get cold, not that you should get cold from me cuddling you for the next few hours.” He smiled snuggling into your neck. He pushed you and him down onto the bed once more. “Here, as a token of my love~” he practically purred, giving you the socks, smiling a little smugly. You snickered and put on the socks taking your other ones off, throwing them off somewheres in the room to be forgotten until morning. 
He curled up on you; warmth spreading across almost every inch of your body. You were in between melting and freezing up. You soon rested in his arms as he began to play with your hair whispering sweet little nothings in your ear.
“Oh God, you really don’t understand how much you mean to me. You’re so beautiful, and so soft. I'm so happy that I get to have you in my arms.~” You looked up to see the blue blush of his flushed across his face, his eyes droopy laced with love. He kissed you. His lips interlocking with yours, your leg reaching over his body growing closer to him. He pulled away and looked down to meet your eyes.
He loved you so so much. He didn’t know how else he could explain it to you without making you a mess for him. Although the sight was nice, seeing you all mush for him. But today would be a little different.
He littered your face with kisses not a single centimeter was kept untouched from his lips. He could see how much of a wreck you were becoming just from that alone. He smirked. Today would be the day where he shows you how much he appreciates and loves you without making you a thoughtless mess.
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chaiiitealeaves · 9 months
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i had a dream last night that bob odenkirk (saul goodman) and bo burnham turned out to be the same person. like. okay. let me explain.
i was talking to bob odenkirk - why, i can't tell you. we were having a conversation, and i jokingly said "hey, saul" and he responded, indignantly, and with an oddly placed rage about him, "saul? who's saul?"
i felt embarrassment creep up on me - how i dare i make a joke pertaining to a character he played! celebrities hate that (apparently)! but then it all started clicking.
i don't exactly know why it started clicking. maybe it was because i was thinking about names and parallels, but my eyes widened as i thought "bob odenkirk.. bo burnham..."
within a matter of seconds, it all made sense. the names sounded so similar (according to myself); i was talking to bo burnhamkirk, and then the world turned upside down.
suddenly, he looks pale as a ghost. a tv turns on. it's blaring the headline:
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and i literally cannot remember anything else past this.
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Not me finding an old art project and actually deciding to finish it! (I forgot to take a before pic but this is today’s progress - it didn’t have the all eyes on me drawing or the writing on the other page)
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blazingcobaltx · 2 months
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At Book 4 episode 7 and DAMN the korrasami in here is literally so delicious
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hejustcancelledit · 7 months
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No but brooo, dropping Cinkrof for Bo is just. So sad man. I loved Cinkrof last year, I really did, it is such a slap in the face that he's just not allowed to be on a good team. And Bo is just... Frustrating, in many ways
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Bo-Katan my brother in Christ where were YOU
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ahhhsami · 1 year
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The amount of research, work, and overall time I have put into this NiteArmor fic is unhealthy 🫣
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kariliah · 1 year
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Angsty DinBo Mini-Fic/Headcanon anyone?
So that was it.
She didn’t feel pain as her body went limp and came crashing down to the floor. There was noise around her, shooting probably. No. Someone was shouting.
Bo!
Her name. It had to be him; it was always him. She wanted to call for him, but found that her voice was failing her.
Bo!
Again, closer this time. The world moved, a blur in front of her eyes. A slow blink. When she looked up, she found herself staring at an oh so familiar silver helmet.
Din.
How she longed to reach up to him. Touch him one last time, tell him everything she could no longer articulate.
Please.
And then his helmet came off, and their eyes met for the first time. He was talking to her, pleading, but nothing was reaching her anymore. All she could was look into his dark eyes, at all the stories they told her. In another life she would’ve loved to listen to them under a starlit sky. She would’ve loved to be by his side as he led her through the darkest corners of his heart. And she knew he would’ve been there for her when she did the same for him. He would’ve held her when she mentioned Satine, the sister that was her polar opposite and yet the first person to love her regardless of all wrongdoings.
But not in this life. In this life all she could do was look at him and tell him she was sorry; Sorry for leaving him and Grogu behind, for burdening him with the task of ruling Mandalore alone. Sorry for all the time they never had. Sorry for never telling him what he truly meant to her.
 Perhaps, in the end, she was just like her sister.
Dying in the arms of the man she loved.
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hamartia-grander · 1 year
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You know when I first watched chapter 18 I thought 'wouldn't it be so fucking funny if Bo-katan accidentally won the dark saber back because Din accidentally dropped it when he was captured and she used it to slay his captor. Wouldn't that be so funny'. And then they fucking did that.
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merrysithmas · 11 months
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who had any idea rogue one and andor would be the only ones left standing after the Disney nuclear apocalypse of star wars
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raccoonspooky · 1 year
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making more babygirl keychains, i have to print them in 4’s as to not waste ink/photo paper. Who are 3 other hoes to babygirl??
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urban-hart · 1 year
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dad frens having a silly convo (from rp with friend @soundofmind :3). I am eternally obsessed with how Bo makes even tall people look smol
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you-show-me-love · 2 years
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11. When did Ian first say I love you to Mickey? (:
Okay here is my headcanon on that @gallavich-headcanons :
Ian had said it the first time during their sleepover while Mickey was asleep. He was just testing out the words, wasn't sure if they were there yet or if Mickey was ready to hear them, ready to confront what they had so blatantly as to call it love. So yeah the first time he said it to Mickey the man wasn't even conscious.
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The first time he said it and Mickey heard was after Mickey had come out. They were bloody and bruised but their smiles were so wide and Mickey was helping Ian take off his shirt since his rib was smarting and he just said it, said it as fact, whether Mickey was ready to hear it or not. Mickey didn't say it back in the moment.
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Bonus:
The first time Mickey said it was with his voice breaking as he pleaded the words into Ian's voicemail, but the first time Mickey said it to Ian in person came out a little different.
"Sorry I'm late."
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((The weight of why Flynn gets so aggressive so quickly just hit me like a brick (again): In his mind he's talking to Kariom but because the player is playing from, in that instance, Roui's pov, asking questions because Roui doesn't know Flynn or anyone else, understand anything, etc, you're playing straight into Flynn's hands or, more specifically, his fears: ' What if a day comes and the kiddo isn't our kiddo anymore? What if he loses his personality?' that is legitimately what's happening because you're stuck as Roui.
Flynn NEVER clocks or understands that he's not talking to Kariom in that instance (so far as we know, that could very well come up later and definitely will) and in his mind his worst fear is happening right in front of him---the whole star/shuffling situation is one that he detests outright but this is way more severe---and he clearly doesn't know how to handle it. Even him trying to smooth things over is jarring because not even Flynn will know if it'll work.))
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channelrat · 2 years
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