#do you?
Text
DC x DP Prompt
Some way, somehow (up to you), Dan, Danny, and Dani all end up living with Vlad.
Vlad is ecstatic. The three D's aren't, but it's not like they have a choice.
To push things forward, they end up begrudgingly going to a Wayne Gala with him, and like most gala kids, they were subjected to forceful, nosy, uncomfortable, and unnecessary questions from adults they don't like, and they know, don't really care.
One of the few obvious questions would be, 'How old are you?'.
Dan, despite being in a clone body of Danny, grows just a bit faster and taller than him and refuses to be the same age as that twerp. So he says that he's one year older than Danny.
Danny, who is absolutely pissed that his clone body is growing faster than him and also refuses to be the same age as that asshole, uses his actual age.
Dani, on the other hand, is having some internal struggles about being a clone and how her body and mind were basically forced to become more mature than she actually is. How she desperately wishes to be a child but will never have the opportunity to be. Or how she wants to be her own person but doesn't know how, and is simply borrowing from everyone around her.
She gets the dreaded question, 'How old are you?'. She doesn't want to be too close to Dan or Danny and 'copy' them. But she doesn't want to be too far off from them because she's really not much smaller than Danny, and also finds comfort in being close to them even if she is just 'copying' them. So she says she's a year younger than Danny.
The Gala goes on, yada yada yada. Then they go home.
A few weeks later, one of the D's (I'm thinking Dan) finds an online article about the Masters family and begins laughing their ass off.
Apparently, Irish twins were one thing. But Irish triplets? That had the general public and social elite in an uproar for weeks to come.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dp dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp prompt#lol i wanted to add the batfam but didn't know how#dani must be named dani for this prompt to work#lol this is word vomit#i just thought the idea of irish twins to be cool and went#WHAT ABOUT IRISH TRIPLETS!!!!#and that's how this shit came to be#Dani angst because if i was a clone i would constantly asking myself#am i me?#or am i just someone else pretending to be me?#do yall see my vision#do you?
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Do you feel safe enough to love again?
#quotes#feelings#emotions#love#spilled words#thoughtful#love again#feel safe#wise words#do you?#dumblr
710 notes
·
View notes
Note
how are u shocked 60% of tumblr wears glasses. we stare at screens in the dark for fun.
WHAT
470 notes
·
View notes
Text
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. September 1907
#typography#virginia woolf#autumn#letters#do you?#especially when the days are getting shorter and shorter
826 notes
·
View notes
Text
#do you?#teacher crush community#teacher crush#tc community#tc crush#male tc#teacher love#my tc#tc love#teacher x student#girlblogging#just girly things#just girly posts#male teacher#just girly thoughts#older guys#male teacher x female student#male teacher crush#oldermen#older man younger woman#older dad bf#girly girl#girly#girly aesthetic#im just a girl#oldermale#your girl#i want him#crush#relationship
308 notes
·
View notes
Text
The 2 sides of the IHNMAIMS fandom:
Side A:
Harlan Ellison crafted this story in order to warn us that the selfishness and greeds of humanity will ultimately lead to our downfall and the machinations we created and manipulate to our wills can and will end and force us to suffer, if we don't end ourselves first.
Side B:
damn i want am so bad
#ihnmaims#i have no mouth and i must scream#this is obviously a joke. don't attack me over this.#i think i know which one i am#do you?
170 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ghastly Glacial Goodies
What is this Moku? Another AU? Yep, sorry not sorry. It's cute okay! I'm gonna be doing illustrations and stuff. Also ice cream, who doesn't love ice cream?
I blame this like 70% on @clockwaysarts cause they were playing around with a blob popsicle design (a blobsicle XD) and this thing spawned. Thanks to the people who took part in brainstorming on the Dead on Main server.
Chapter 1 - Polaris
The evening was dreary that day. Jason couldn’t tell you what had made him want to take a pre-patrol walk of all things. The light drizzle wasn’t terrible, but he’d been out so long his hair was plastered wetly to his forehead. The sun hadn’t quite gone down yet, but the clouds stole a lot of the light. A white mist had rolled in from the bay, softening the corners of buildings, and it almost made the world feel unreal. It dampened the sounds of the city and echoed his steps.
That was when he heard it, like little bells or a music box, a haunting tune. He frowned and followed the beckoning sound. He knew that melody, though it played a bit slow. What was the name again? He walked, unknowingly matching the notes as they slowly gained speed. A sense of urgency rose in his chest. He turned a corner and froze, stunned.
In the light from a hazy streetlight was an ice cream truck.
In this weather? Jason’s befuddled brain protested as he took in the downright baffling sight of the truck and the surprisingly many customers in line as well as the groups of people chatting and smiling eating ice cream in the rain.
The truck was all soft rounded edges with minty green accents, a cartoon ghost that looked as surprised as Jason felt with wide eyes and a mouth in an o decorated the side of the truck beside the counter. A quaint canopy stretched out over the counter. Its white and pastel pink stripes ended in festive tapered triangles which looked more at home at a fair, than some random street in Gotham. Apropos Jason looked up trying to figure out where he was, but didn’t find any street signs, just the sign telling him this street was a dead end.
The music was still playing, pleasant bells clinging softly. It didn’t feel so urgent now. He remembered the song suddenly: In the Hall of the Mountain King. A strange song for an ice cream truck, Jason thought as he walked to the back of the line. In the play wasn’t it for when Peer Gynt was escaping the mountain? That seemed in a way like the opposite of what an ice cream truck should signal. But then again as long as people recognized the song that would draw them in anyway. It was still a very impressive line for the weather.
The line moved slowly but steadily. The happy chatter was like a comforting blanket of background noise and Jason felt his shoulders slowly relax. He reached a sign that showed off various shaped ice creams on sticks in the shape of what looked like cartoon people and a happy green… blob? with red eyes called a blobsicle. It was a ghost Jason suddenly realized, of course that was the theme going by the truck.
Polaris the sign said in big swirly letters and then underneath in a smaller type it said “Ghastly Glacial Goodies” - someone had really wanted the alliteration there, Jason thought bemused. That person might be the young man behind the counter who just wished a girl and her mother a good night, before turning to the last person before Jason. I was hard to judge the man’s height since he was inside the truck, but he struck Jason as short, he was on the slender side an impression only enhanced by the formfitting green striped west and the way he whipped around inside the truck filling the newest order.
Apparently the current customer was buying for his friends, there had been pointing to a waving group standing a few yards away. It gave Jason another moment to ponder his options. The glass shield had stickers on it detailing the various scoopable options - they included such gems as Booberry, Spookistacchio and Rum and Raising, which had a small cartoon zombie on its sticker. Jason felt almost like he could have stayed there all day chuckling over all the silly puns, they had certainly committed to the bit.
Finally the last order was handed over with a wide smile. The ice cream guy exuded such a genuine warmth, that had nothing to do with the actual temperature - in fact it was really cold Jason noted as he sniffled to stop his nose from running.
Finally ice cream guy, Danny his name tag said, faced Jason in his classic ice cream man glory; striped vest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows he even had a silly little hat in his unruly black hair, it was a miracle it stayed on.
Danny looked a bit startled to see him, but then his smile was back and he leaned on the counter slightly to be eye level with Jason. Jason felt his breath hitch just slightly in his throat; It was almost like those blue eyes sparkled like stars.
“Why hello there, haven’t seen you around Polaris before.”
Jason shook himself out of it, grasping for something to say in return, what popped into his head was the oddity of the music, what came out was, “So are you the Troll King?”
For a moment everything was silent, then Danny burst out laughing. Hand over his mouth, he leaned on the counter. His shoulders shook as he tried to contain his snickering.
“You-“ he lost control and laughed, “are the first person” - more laughing - “to remark on the music.”
The laughter was infectious and Jason found himself chuckling. His cheeks hurt slightly from smiling. He wasn’t sure when he’d last smiled this much.
Danny finally gained control over his laughter. He peeked up at Jason through his fingers from where he was practically lying over the counter.
“Not quite the Troll King,” he snickered again before straightening up and gesturing around himself “but welcome to my castle of ghastly glacial goodies.”
“Did you have to think hard on that one?”
Danny’s face turned mock serious. “You have no idea, there were even thesauruses involved.” Then in a lower voice he added to himself, “violent little bastards.”
“What was that?” Jason said, not sure he heard that right.
“Never mind,” Danny smiled, “so what can I do for you? You’re my last customer of the night.”
Jason frowned confused and looked around. To his shock, somehow everyone had left without him even noticing, it was just him, Danny and the truck in the lamplight. He had to be really off his game tonight maybe he was coming down with a cold. He sniffled again and saw Danny frown worriedly. Ice cream wasn’t suitable for the wet weather, but it seemed silly to have stood in line and not get any.
“Do you have any recommendations?”
“Well, all ice cream is made by yours truly so I can’t really pick a favorite, but bloop of the month is Rum and Raising.”
Of course it was the zombie one, wait-
“Bloop?”
“Yeah instead of scoops? I was told it was cuter than gloops.”
Jason blinked.
“Here let me show you.” Danny grabbed a cone and expertly swirled the ice cream scoop round his fingers once before scooping up a mostly round ball of Rum and Raising and plopping it in the cone, he then considered for moment before adding another scoop, this time of “Cosmic Crunch”. He then pressed four small round red gummies into the ice cream, two on each “bloop” and held it out for Jason to inspect and huh, they had eyes now - a bit similar to the Blobsicle actually, except these were stacked on top of each other. It was a kinda cute idea, kids probably loved it.
Jason took the ice cream.
“How much do I owe you?”
“Four dollars, and this is on the house.“ He pushed a cardboard cup of steaming coffee towards Jason on the counter. “That will bring back a bit of life to you, you’re looking a bit ghastly.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” Jason rolled his eyes, but he was feeling pretty cold and he sniffled again as he found the money and put it on the counter next to the cup. “But thanks anyway.”
“Have a good night.” Danny smiled warmly and Jason couldn’t help but smile in return. He lifted the cup as a salute and turned around to walk away. He took a small sip and instantly felt warmth spread in his chest. That really hit the spot. He kept sipping at the coffee until a drip of melted ice cream hit his fingers and reminded him of the ice cream.
Oh yeah, he had paid for this.
He licked at the droplet and quickly followed it back up the cone to make sure there would be no more dripping. Cosmic crunch he quickly discovered was hazelnut with lots of crunchy nuts and he didn’t really know how to classify the rest. There was something indefinably delicious about it. Yes, it was all the things ice cream should be, creamy, smooth, rich, but there was something more. Like something he never knew he needed. Before he realized it he was down to the last bits and biting into the cone. Only a few more bites and it was gone.
That was-
It was easily the most delicious ice cream he ever had, but not only that; he felt sated, calm and almost floaty. Was the ice cream drugged? Alarmed at the thought, he spun around, but all that met him was a long empty street with no ice cream truck in sight.
Had he really walked that far already?
He would track down the ice cream truck later. He looked at his phone, it was almost midnight. How odd… He must have stood in line longer than he thought. No patrol was happening tonight, he realized with a yawn. He was much too tired.
The walk to his apartment was a blur, and it felt like it was only a couple of steps until he fell over on top of his bed, clothes and all. Everything was so fuzzy and nice.
Jason slept with no nightmares.
-
Okay, so this is definitely a small back burner project I'm working on, so don't expect any regular-ish updates, they are gonna happen when they happen. And now that I've gotten that out of my system I can hopefully focus writing the next bit for Catnip.
#dp x dc#dead on main#it's cute#and kinda spooky#Jason has no idea what's going on#do you?#Danny is indeed not the troll king but he is something of a troll#Danny has an ice cream truck AU#cause he's got ice powers#it needed to happen#was considering for a moment if Danny would freeze actual blobs for the blobsicles#or if just ectoenhanced ice cream#Jason is dead adjacent#Polaris#ghastly glacial goodies
607 notes
·
View notes
Text
Apparently today is a "reblog things thrice" kinda day
220 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seeing carre with Baghera, Tina, Ted, Pac and Quackity warms my heart
90 notes
·
View notes
Text
He's the Boss Part 4 (Bull Randleman x F!Reader)
WELL WELL FUCKING WELL. Jesus christ I have been looking at this part 4 in my wips for ages. Finally got an idea, that then may have spiralled into a whole fucking rabbit hole, but lol here we are! But anyway it's done, woooh, we get a bit of Cowboy Bull thrown in so that's fun! I hope you all enjoy the last instalment of this Bull series. But not to worry, I love Bull and I'm sure I will write another one for him. We need more Bull content goddammit! if this is bad don't tell me lol
Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.
Tag list: @footprintsinthesxnd, @vikinglover07, @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @paula-912 (I can't remember of anyone else has asked to be tagged, if you have please remind me, I'm so bad!)
I finally left the room. Bull and I talked for hours laying together on his bed. I looked at the time it was four in the morning, I knew I had to leave before everyone else got up. It wouldn’t be a good look sneaking out the Seargents room in the early hours of the morning, looking freshly fucked.
“I have to go.” I whispered trying to get out of bed, Bull pulled me back down onto the bed kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned in frustration, he was making it very hard to leave, and he knew it. He watched me intently as I got dressed again, laughing at me as I scoured around for where I had thrown my bra. He was enjoying the show.
I waved goodbye sneaking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I walked down the hall, the realisation of what just happened hitting me. I couldn’t help but grin, I skipped down to my room. I shut the door behind me, flopping down onto my bed. I glanced at the time, “Ugh I have to be up in 3 hours.” It was a later start on the Saturday but we still had duties to attend even if there was nothing to do here in Austria. We were still waiting for the German army to surrender, but even then we weren’t set on going home after that, they were still fighting over in the Pacific. I fell fast asleep under my covers being so tired from the events prior.
My alarm blared next to me, I groaned rolling over wrapping my pillow around my head to block out the annoying noise. I sat up smacking the clock off. A knock rapped on my door, George didn’t wait to be invited in, waltzing into the room and shutting the door behind him. He flopped down onto the bed next to me.
“We gotta get up, Y/N.” He moaned into the pillow, I peeked my eye open at him, he looked like a bus had hit him. His hair all tousled and dark circles under his eyes.
“No.” I mumble into the pillow, pulling the covers over my head. He pulled them back down inspecting my face.
“Why do you look so tired, you barely drunk anything?” He squinted at me.
“I didn’t get to bed till late. Do we have to get up?” I asked, enjoying the warmth under the blanket. I was so cosy I didn't want to leave my little nest I had made.
He raised his head from the pillow scanning my features, his brows furrowed together in concentration. “What do you mean, you didn’t get to bed till late? We got home at the same time. You and Bull put me to bed. You and Bull. YOU AND BULL!” I flinched away from the man as he pounced on top of me pinning me to the bed.
“Shhh, George!” I said trying to cover his mouth which hung open.
“I just didn’t sleep well is all.” I lied, pushing him off of me. I threw the covers back, hastily getting changed into my uniform while George looked at me, I could see from here the cogs turning in his brain.
“Stop thinking so much, you’ll hurt yourself.” I threw the pillow that had fallen off the bed at his face.
—--------------
We walked down the hall together, “So nothing happened last night?” George asked for the umpteenth time.
“George, would you quit it! I told you. After I put you to bed, Bull and I had a drink and then we parted ways.” He looked at me suspiciously, still not believing the story I had told him.
—--------------
We made it to the mess hall in time for breakfast, standing in line for our food. Luz spoke cheerily with the other men, seemingly forgetting about the terrible hangover he had. I grabbed a few things off the table that had been prepared, popping them on my plate. My eyes constantly flitted to the door waiting for Bull to walk in. Even though I had only seen him a couple hours ago, I desperately wanted to see him again. Send him a little smile or wink as he walks in. A look that we shared that no one else knew but us.
I sat down at the table with the rest of the Easy men joining George and I. They all chatted as I nibbled, patiently waiting for Bull to arrive. But he never did, his tall frame never coming into view. He had missed breakfast all together.
“Hey little bird!” George snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my focus on the door. I looked at him, confusion on my face.
“We are leaving, come on!” George said as I looked around the table we were the only ones left there.
“Why did you call me little bird?” I asked standing, following George with my plate and putting it on the counter to be returned.
“Cause you were nibbling on one piece of toast all of breakfast like a little bird.” George said over his shoulder as we walked out of the mess hall. I sighed trailing behind. I had wanted to see Bull so bad, but I know he’s a busy man.
We walked through the buildings, I walked behind George sighing loudly and scraping my feet. George walked briskly ahead, only turning around occasionally to check I was still meandering behind him. Another sigh left my mouth but it was quickly stopped as my arm swinging by my side was snatched up swiftly. My eyes widened as I went to scream, but a large hand covered my mouth stopping any noise from leaving my throat. I was dragged behind one of the walls of the houses we were walking through. I struggled tirelessly against the firm hold that had me, with no success. This person who had me was very much stronger and bigger than me.
“Easy there!” The warm timbre of the voice stilled me. I knew that voice anywhere. His hands set me free as soon as I stopped struggling. I swung around to face Bull. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to appear annoyed, but the grin on my face gave me away.
“What on earth are you doing, Bull?” I asked him. He grinned down at me.
“Come with me.” He replied, gently taking my hand in his leading me away.
“Where?” I queried, but I let him take me. I held onto his hand following behind my question still left unanswered. All he did was smile at me, his face beamed with excitement.
We walked for a bit, leaving the buildings behind we were staying in. He walked us onto a gravel road in between rolling fields. We walked all the way down the road, hand in hand, enjoying the scenery. We finally came to a stop under a tall tree, its branches so wide and thick it shaded us from the hot sun.
“Are we here? Is this it?” I asked again. Bull nodded, hopping the wooden fence with ease.
“Bull! What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed voice even though no one else was around to hear us. We hadn’t seen people since we had left the town.
“Come on, it's this way.” He held out his hand for me to help me climb over the fence. I stepped from one foot to the other, looking around to see if we would get caught.
“You trust me don’t you?” He said hand still reaching out for me. I sighed nodding, I did trust him. I climbed over the fence, Bull lifting me off the other side, once I had reached the top, and placing me gently on the ground. We walked into the field, the edges lined with pine trees. It seemed to sprawl for miles, filled with lush green grass and patches of wildflowers and trees here and there.
I watched as Bull placed his thumb and index finger in his mouth in a ‘o’ shape. I tilted my head curiously, but soon figured out what he was doing, when a loud whistle left his lips. I stared at him as he swung around sending me a wink. I heard the sound of heavy footfalls racing towards us. There in the distance a horse sprinted towards us. It nickered and whinnied as it ran. It arrived stopping right in front of Bull. It pushed its head into him, as he lifted his hand to pat it.
“Come on over, he’s not scary.” Bull beckoned me over, as I stood wearily to the side. I moved closer, reaching out for the horse to smell me. He snorted softly pushing his head against my hand as I stroked the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t know what his real name is but I call him Randy.” He told me. I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips.
“What?” He asked, looking confused.
“Randy, I love it!” I laughed more, hiding my chuckles behind my hand.
“Well it’s Sir Randy to you, if you’re going to take that attitude!” He said with a serious tone. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at his antics.
“Hello Randy.” I cooed as I patted the horse. I watched Bull raise one eyebrow, not looking impressed.
“My deepest apologies, Sir Randy.” I bowed deeply to the horse to show my respect for his title. Now it was Bull’s turn to laugh as he watched me.
“Alright, you ready?” Bull asked, I looked at him puzzled. We hadn't been here more than five minutes and he was ready to leave.
“Are we going already? I asked, a pout on my lips. I didn’t want to go just yet. Bull smiled walking towards me. His arms wrapped me in a tight hug, as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I rested my head on his chest looking up at him. Bull’s head dipped down, his lips finding mine. He kissed me softly, letting the touch linger before pulling away.
“You’re so cute.” He hummed lowly in my ear, sending butterflies swirling in my stomach.
“No we aren’t leaving. We’re going for a ride!” Bull beamed down at me, my brows knitted together as I pieced it all together in my head.
“We’re riding Randy?” I asked. He nodded. My eyes widened. “I haven’t ridden a horse before! Also whose horse is this? Are we allowed?” The questions tumbled from my lips in quick succession.
“Yes we are riding Randy. It’s fine the owner will never know. And who cares if we are allowed or not, it’s fun.” Bull moved away walking back over to the horse, patting Randy on his back. The horse snorted in response. Bull turned back and looked at me, “Plus I have seen how you ride, you’ll be fine.” He sent me a cheeky wink. My cheeks flushed pink, a giggle leaving my mouth.
“You’re up first.” Bull said to me as I made my way over. Bull clasped his hands together for me to step into, he boosted me up onto the horse. I sat on Randy’s back, feeling unsteady since there was no saddle for me to sit in.
“Can you ride bareback?” I asked, looking down at him. Bull grinned, sending me a wink.
“Not like that!” I swatted at him with my hand, but he dodged me easily.
“Yeah. I used to ride bareback all the time, back at the farm.” He said as he hoisted himself up onto the horse, his large frame sitting in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head into his back.
Bull clicked his tongue nudging Randy in the side. The horse snorted and started walking forward.
“Where are you going to take me?” I asked from behind him, craning my neck up to see over his shoulder. But his torso being so much longer than mine made the task difficult. I opted to look out at the side view, since I couldn’t see a thing in front of me.
“Well I saw this nice creek, looked good for a dip.” Bull said in his country drawl. I didn’t have time to react to his comment, before he kicked the horse in the side.
“Heyah!” He yelled, Randy took off in a sprint. I yelped in surprise, holding on tightly to Bull. Randy cantered through the field leading us to a gate, we passed through it quickly. I was trying to admire the view but it all just blurred past due to the speed at which we were going. I held on for dear life, but felt safe with Bull handling the horse.
We finally reached the small creek, willow trees swayed in the breeze, their long branches reaching down and touching the water.
“Oh, Bull, this is stunning.” I said, casting my gaze around at the scenic view. He dismounted the horse easily, landing steady footed on the ground. Before I knew it, I was being plucked off of Randy. Bull’s strong hands taking under my arms and lifting me gently to the ground. He placed me on my feet in front of him.
I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. I leant forward, kissing him gently. But Bull seemed to have other plans, his mouth taking mine hungrily. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeper. His hand finding the buttons of my top, I pulled back laughing, swatting his hands away from me.
“Hey! We can’t do it here! What if we are caught?” I blushed thinking about being caught in that certain predicament with Bull.
“Oh no ma’am, that wasn’t my intention.” Bull grinned a cheeky smile.
“And then tell me good sir. What was your intention?” I asked prodding his chest with my finger. Bull grabbed my wrist, pulling me in closer.
“I was just helping you get undressed. We are going for a dip after all.” He laughed heartily, the noise sending shivers up my spine.
“Well, last one in is a rotten egg!” I squeal, charging down the grass towards the creek. Flinging my clothes off as I went. Bull wasn’t far behind, shedding his own attire just as quickly.
“I’ll get you, Y/N!” Bull laughed as he chased behind me.
“I would like to see you try!” I screamed as he scooped me up in one foul swoop.
Bull ran into the warm water, with me still in his arms half naked. I snuggled in closer to his chest. Running my hands down his torso.
“Can we stay like this forever?” I asked, kissing him softly on the lips.
“Always!” Bull smiled down at me, his sweet eyes creasing at the sides. His lips pressed against mine. “I promise.”
#YEEHAW#SADDLE UP PARTNER#IT AIN'T MY FIRST TIME AT THE RODEO#IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN#DO YOU?#IF YOU DO TELL ME#CAUSE IDK WHAT I AM SAYING#band of brothers#hbo war#bull randleman x reader#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers imagine#fanfic
54 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Scully | Stella
#tbt#gillian anderson#parallels#sometimes it's nice when photoshoots repeat themselves#years apart#i think i saved this picture from somewhere years ago#but don't know where#do you?
173 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hey so if y’all gon write like crossdressing or pretending to be a guy Fics PLEASE dear god talk to a SINGLE trans person?? bc it comes off as weird every time😭“your feminine figure” please chill out there’s other ways to write that y’all sound cringe. “I could tell by your feminine face” or “your scent”🤮🤢 Chigiri IS RIGHT THERE! You CANNOT be all “you’re so feminine” when he’s right there and has the slim waist cute face I’m which you keep describing for YN like it’s getting wild @ this point😐 here’s some things to confident! Chest bandages are NOT good and restrict breathing using a compression shirt under the already body forming body suit would work or a binder under that. Like if she’s going through ALL the trouble of hiding in a men’s league why would she half ass it?? Wear men’s cologne, copy their mannerism, take birth control to stop her period, vocal training in secret to lower her voice. If she’s risking her entire career and identity for it why is she just cutting her hair and wearing a jacket?? Ik you want a romantic subplot but like blue lock gay asf and bisexual people exist stop being scared
#blue lock#bc I mentioned Chigiri y’all get called out#so many mf Fics about yn cords dressing to play soccor#like I wouldn’t expect you to know but you don’t RESLLY understand how that works#do you?#bc imma be fr if you’re some 12 year old girl who’s all shy you can’t pull it off#go rewatch Mulan#her indifference towards gender#and hot the enimies see her as a threat not a woman#it feels t e r f y#blue lock x reader#blue lock cross dressing#catching all the tags#bllk x you#bllk x reader#bllk imagines
64 notes
·
View notes
Text
Listen here, Darklina antis, 'cause I'm only going to say this once.
Darklina is a fictional ship.
The Darkling is a fictional character.
He doesn't exist in real life.
Fiction is made so that we as humans can use our imagination.
Just because I, and many other people, enjoy this ship doesn't mean we wouldn't call the police the second we saw an abusive relationship in real life. Yes, Darklina is toxic. We are well aware. But what Darklina isn't and will never be, is being a real sitiation with real people.
Arguing whether or not they should or shouldn't be together using real life's lens is pointless because they are not part of real life. They are part of a fictional universe that came from a person's mind.
So rest assured that we are not blind or stupid and can differentiate between fiction and reality.
Now let us enjoy the second season in peace and don't criticise us for fangirling over the chocking scene. Please and thank you.
#guys please help me spread the message#i don't want hate comments when s2 is released#do you?#darklina#the darkling#alina starkov#aleksander kirigan#aleksander morozova#general kirigan#sun summoner#shadow summoner#the darkling x alina#alina x the darkling#alina x aleksander#aleksander x alina#shadow and bone#siege and storm#ruin and rising#shadow and bone season 2#shadow and bone series#shadow and bone netflix#shadow and bone show#shadow and bone s2#sab#s&b#s&b netflix#s&b season 2#s&b show#grisha#the grisha series
166 notes
·
View notes
Text
#you dont even know my name#do you?#divider by me#icons#kpop#kpop messy#kpop moodboard#kpop layouts#blue moodboard#grunge moodboard#green moodboard#messy moodboard#y2k moodboard#haerin moodboard#haerin#hyein#hanni#minji#hanni pham#new jeans#newjeans#nwjns#newjeans gifs#newjeans haerin#newjeans moodboard#newjeans layouts#newjeans lq icons#newjeans hanni#newjeans minji#newjeans headers
94 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello chasefield nation!
Tell me I'm not alone in this. Tell me, please, that I'm not the only one who check tumblr minimum twice a week just to check if there is any new chasefield content.
#chasefield#lis#lgl#max never maxine#victoria chase#lifeisstrange#maximum victory#you know what i am#do you?
17 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
isrra-el
Mujeres amputadas
nursefwu
!
vaultdwellersstuff
Silent Wasleland
brothersonahotelbed
It’s a trap. Do it scared.
noviola-minor
Noviola