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Alabasta was a bit different in my memory, but still.-
#one piece#one piece meme#ace#I'M SORRY ACE BUT YOU LOOK HIGH ALL THROUGHOUT THE FUCKING ARC#I LOVE YOU THO#FRECKLED B.ITCH#arabasta#Alabasta#monkey d luffy#portgas d ace#portgas d. ace#zoro#roronoa zoro#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#it's just a meme but don't copy#reblog mf
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Imagine eating bagels 95% of the time and still being fucking skinny as fuck.
🙄🙄🙄
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this is Moon btw
I know
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come online i need your approval on a poem
hi i am online (sorry i know it was days ago)
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Do you, my little loves, hate me yet? (A really lovely prapaisky drabble to make you vomit blood :D)
The look on Prapai's face, the moan that escaped his lips, the way he rolled his hips, putting more and more of himself inside him... He knew that his orgasm was hitting him, and hitting him hard. "Sky," he breathes out, bringing his head down to muffle ungodly moans against his shoulder.
Sky couldn't help but hold him close, and dig his fingers into Prapai's back as he reached his own climax. The feeling was euphoric; utterly and completely unlike anything he has ever felt with any previous parters. He bit his bottom lip roughly and dragged his nails down Prapai's back.
He didn't want this to end, and Prapai's movements slowing to small grinds, he made little sounds of protests.
"You can't possible want more," Prapai tells him breathlessly, exhaustion creeping in. He chuckles as Sky wraps his legs around him as well to lock him in place. "I don't think I have any more rounds left in me tonight."
"Just a little longer," Sky whispers after burying his face in the crook of Prapai's neck. "Let's stay like this for a little longer."
"It's going to get really uncomfortable for the both of us if I don't pull out," he warns, but ultimately caves when he find that Sky doesn't waver. "Might I ask why?"
Sky shakes his head, and Prapai doesn't press. Sky didn't want to tell him that he wanted to feel him close like this for as long as he possibly could. He didn't want to tell him that he loved the feeling of them being connected like this, being one in this moment. It meant so much to him, and it made him embarrassed to admit it.
#love in the air fanfic#love in the air drabble#love in the air#prapai and sky#sky and prapai#sky x prapai#prapaisky#prapai x sky#skyprapai#i swear im going to start getting aon hate because you guys cant stand me for witing these lmaooo#i love you tho
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#Nico’s curse canceled out the Monza curse#I blame everything on Nico#nico rosberg#I love you tho#f1#italian gp 2023#a low quality meme made by me
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I don't have to defend my husband because he's never done anything wrong in his life.
That being said..... katsuki has spent so much time learning and changing his behaviors to better himself because he realized he alone can't be a hero. Win to save vs save to win and all that. He has sacrificed himself, used his body to protect others, and has done so looking hot af at all times.
Katsuki has learned about friendship and teamwork and leadership and has changed so much in a little over a year in canon, even if he beat up your baby.....
just for that first sentence i'm deducting 2 points because why should i believe katsuki's wife????where is your credibility as a nonbiased observer??? how do i know you don't (Rightfully, as you should) live in delusion about him??
the remainder of your argument is strong and shows a wonderful understanding of your love's character development and appeals to emotional reason and logical reason. yes he is a true hero!
i'm deducting another point for personal reasons (my baby never loses <3) (not me channeling my high school english teacher)
7/10!!!!!
#lmaoooooooooo#when have i ever treated you fairly#never#i love you tho#although i'm not talking to you in discord for the remainder of the day#mimi replies#treasures: rue
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love how @j4r-of-flies posts every two goddamn minutes its so funny to know what's going on in your little ratty brain yes tell me all about your egg and porridge smoothie how mesmerizing
#moots#youre so weird#i love you tho#please dont make me drink that fucking smoothie im begging in a separate post now this is commitment ok
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would u let me win because i am just that awesome great etcetc? (not even gonna try. im aware ur unbeatable)
i’m afraid i’m too competitive so... no. sorry...
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Who’s your favorite hetalia character ?
Now if someone asks you this remember kids it’s a trick!! This question is broad so narrow it down by asking the following
Do you mean my Country where I’m from?
Do you mean the Country I was assigned in my friend group?
Do you mean the country that I am most like personality wise?
Do you mean the country that I can cosplay the best ?
Do you mean one of the main cast? Or can we choose from the extended hetalia universe?
Once’s you narrow down the parameters then you can safely answer the question 👍
Remember kids stay safe out there and put who your favorite character’ is in the tags lol
#1 America#2 England#3 Switzerland#4 Hungry#5 Canada#5b Principality of Wy#yay I did it#i answered a thing#hetalia#hetalia questions#APH hetalia#aph america#aph england#aph switzerland#aph hungary#aph canada#aph principality of Wy#apologies to Sealand#I love you tho#I was so tempted to choose a state or the Vatican#yes this WAS written as like one of those kids REMEMBER say no to drugs videos
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(Happy Birthday Alice @adecila ! I am still so so very sorry I messed up the days 🥺 ! I love you with everything I have... more of course even if I make mistakes)
Way Too Good at Goodbyes - A Dramione Drabble
Time stopped.
Never mess with time.
It was one of the first things he ever learned when it came to magic; never mess with time. Because it was the finickiest magic you could touch; you could pass by.
It stopped anyway.
An abrupt halt in a never ending war that stopped ticking just long enough for him to hear her scream, to echo the recurring nightmare he had engraved in his mind and her forearm.
It felt like deja vu in the worst possible way. Almost 6 years later and she sounded exactly the same.
Time stopped to let him know it was about to end.
He took a ragged breath, looking inside her eyes —drowning in firewhiskey, in liquid flames and tears of pain. He saw pain, defiance, regret and resolve. He saw enough to know she lied to him, enough to know she had been ready to die all along, to give her life to the cause, to give his heart and try to save the world and win this war that was going on for so long he could barely remember the years before.
She lied and made promises she had no intention to keep, promises of staying alive printed against his cold lips, seared on top of his dark mark like a game, like a claim, like a taunt to everything it represented.
She lied and promised him to stay alive.
And yet … yet she was here dying.
“That’s it?” he had spat bitterly in her direction the night before, angry at her, at the world, at every corpse and every tradition laying between them, “we’ll say goodbye across a battlefield?”
She had shook her head slowly, another lie, another promise. Her hand searching for his jaw, undeterred by his brusque movement to get away like she knew him enough to know he would react that way, like she was taming an animal.
Because she was.
“Draco,” she had started in a whisper, knowing exactly how his name sounded like salvation out of her mouth, “we are saying goodbye now.”
He never could say goodbye.
But she said it with her lips in every corner of his pale skin, with her tongue running around the landmine on his chest, with her golden thighs wrapped around his waist and her unruly curls caging his face.
The golden girl. The brightest witch of her age. The brightest moments in his life.
She had said goodbye the same way she said I love you… like it was the last thing she would ever say, like it was the most important cause she’ll ever fight for.
“Hermione,” he croaked out in present time, loud enough to make his aunt cackle, loud enough to make the Incarcerous feel a bit tighter around his throat.
He didn’t mind.
He wouldn’t survive this anyway. He couldn’t survive the beginning of a world without her in it. If they were to die here, he was okay with his last breath wrapping around her name like a blanket.
He looked down at the puddle of her blood slowly reaching him, seeping into his pants, warming the knee he cracked when his leg buckled under him.
Blood as red as ruby.
He wondered briefly if his parents could see it, if his aunt could see that it was impossible to differentiate their blood; to see where he began and where she ended.
She let out a whimper, shrapnels of pain tearing at his soul, making him say her name again with the broken fragments of it, blood dripping down his chin to his chest like a trail to his heart.
She was dying.
She was dying and he was trapped with an Incarcerus reeking of his mother’s magic, strong enough to keep him in place but weak enough to let him struggle, to make him beg for her life, to make him try and fail to save her.
Again.
He knew why they didn’t stupefy him. They wanted to torture him with her death, to make him see her end as a lesson. Granger was his own Cruciatus, turning his bones to dust.
He could only struggle against the magic, whimper her name like it was a spell he didn’t yet mastered, turning his muggle wedding band around the wrong finger.
He wished he could have worn it on the right finger, he wished he could meet the end of it all while being hers.
It was his fault.
All of it was his fault.
He had been selfish and careless somehow; careless with his time, with his mind, with their secret he couldn’t protect in the end. He hadn’t succeed in shielding them behind his occlumency wall, in shielding her.
“I saw her in your mind.” Bellatrix was taunting him, running her dirty fingernails around her jaw repeating a pattern she could have only seen in his mind… or hers.
He looked at Hermione, breathing a thousand sorrys in her direction, trying to build his walls around every memory he had of her and them, of the love and the promises they shared knowing it was too late.
It was too late.
“I love you,” she mouthed to him across her puddle of blood, with a wand at her throat, collapsing his walls all together. She was shivering, giving him the last bits of her he didn’t deserve, giving him the only thing he couldn’t lose in this never ending war.
“I love you,” he said softly, resonating like a Bombarda in the donjon, crashing like pureblood traditions he was ready to smash in his ancestral home, echoing around his mother cry, cracking the air like a secret he had no reason to keep anymore.
Bellatrix was screaming around him. Blood traitor. Mud Lover.
None of it was louder than his words. None of it was louder than Hermione's ragged breath when she begged him to close his eyes.
The last thing you’ll see is me, he promised her in his mind with reverence, refusing to close his eyes, refusing to be the coward they all knew he was.
The last thing he’ll remember would be her.
#dramione#dramione fic#dramione fanfic#dramione drabble#first time writing them just for you bby#of course i was scared shitless#of course it ended up on the angsty side a bit#sorry?#but not#happy birthday love#i'm still so ashamed i messed up my dates#i'll probably wont sleep for the next month or so#can't believe it#i love you tho#so much#my fanfic#my moodboards#out of hiatus for your birthday Bby#that’s big#kinda
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Pookie I’m sure it’s great just post it 😭 we’ll love it I promise
SIGHSSS it’s really really NOT
posting it in one second this is genuinely rock bottom for me smh smh
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jungkookieeee ~
i mixed up lyrics from seven and 3d (when will he put his shirt back on please im dying)
#please jungkook stop singing about caressing the bunny i can’t take it any longer#i love you tho#hot babygirl#jeon jungkook#bts jungkook#golden maknae#digital art#artists on tumblr#digital painting#digital illustration#painting#digital fanart#digital portrait#bts fanart
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Merry's blog summary: Chaotic, lot of spelling errors, sometimes a bit too forward, but very enthusiastic about the things they love💞
This is too true oh my god, too accurate, I’m calling the police (I have started to use Grammarly)
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if you keep up with my reblog account you'll know ive been fixated on good omens for a while now, and that's because i watched the entire thing in just three days :,)))
im caught in its clutches pls help
damn you gay british people
#good omens#crowley#anthony j crowley#fanart#art#digital art#procreate#im SO NORMAL#HELP#FUCK YOU NEIL GAIMAN#I LOVE YOU THO
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desiblr loves you you're like desiblrs fav
NO SHUTUP YOU ARE EXAGGERATING ITS NOT LIKE THAT😭😭😭
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