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likethelastwoman · 3 months

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WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THERE IS A ZOSAN DISCORD

#one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece fanart #zosan #sanzo #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #discord #discord server #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #what else?#no idea #im bad with tags #JOIN THE DISCORD!!!

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jetswife · 1 year

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Sticker Sheet for Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heaven's Door

#cowboy bebop #cowboy bebop anime #spike spiegel #faye valentine #radical edward #jet black #ein #cowboy bebop movie #more art ive never seen scanned online #im bad with tags

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kurlyfrasier · 2 years

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7) Beskar Kisses & Target Practice

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader

Synopsis: Din gives you a gift you’d rather not have; a blaster pistol

A/N: This was meant to become violent, but then it didn’t. So that will have to wait lol

Click here for the previous parts and other fics!

Warnings: none. no use of y/n, if you like that. I don’t even think Grogu is mentioned in this one :( so you can correctly assume that he’s somewhere causing trouble in the background lol

Word Count: 878

Disclaimer: I do not own any Mandalorian/Star Wars anything.

No new Mando’a

Back at Fett’s palace, a place Din had said is one of the safest places in the galaxies. You, on the other hand, figured a place filled with mercenaries and rogues was a place considered unsafe by most peoples’ standards. Then you remembered they were all his friends, so maybe, with him, it really was safe.

He had insisted you learn how to shoot. This, after several days of hovering, came up in the form of a gift; a blaster pistol, to be exact.

You replied with a polite, “no, thank you.”

“Why,” he growled through his teeth, hand squeezing the blaster hard enough to hear the leather of his gloves squeaking against it.

You could tell this was going to be difficult for him to accept as you hardened yourself to be brave, head held high. “I don’t want someone’s blood on my hands,” you said, eyes never leaving the dark, impenetrable visor. Needless to say, you were not a violent person.

The hand holding the shiny, new blaster toward you fell to his side before he swiftly left the room, cape swishing behind him. Instead of following him with your gaze, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding, chin falling to your chest.

“It could just be for show, you know.”

Your head snapped up to the voice, heart pounding until you saw who it was. “What?” Your shoulders sagged in relief.

“You don’t actually have to shoot at anybody,” Fennec pushed off the wall she was leaning against, striding to you, steps quick and precise, like always.

“Oh. I’d rather not,” you trailed off, switching tactics. “Do you know what a mand’alor is?”

“He hasn’t told you?” Her brows shot up.

“I, uh. I-” you picked at your nails with a defeated sigh, unable to meet the woman’s gaze. “I haven’t exactly asked him.”

She hummed, nodding. “You know he’d never hurt you, right?”

“Oh yes,” you met her keen eyes with your own wide ones. “I know that.’

“Hm,” she nodded, sauntering away, leaving you alone in the empty, massive throne room.

That night you found the blaster on your bedside table.

The next morning you were bargaining.

“Feet wider,” Din lightly tapped your heels and you shuffled them apart another inch. “Good. Now bend your knees. You don’t want them locked up if you need to run.”

“When are you going to answer my question?” It amazed you, how you were so much more vocal about your thoughts after he saved you. After you discovered what he had been calling you since the moment you met.

“After you hit five targets in a row,” his hands lifted your own, blaster pointing to one of the many clay jars spread throughout the busted up, sand blasted fence. Each one a different height off the ground and distance away. “Like we agreed, Mesh’la.”

Your face burned, chin dipping down in an attempt to hide your reaction.

“Chin up. Eyes forward,” a finger and thumb gently tilted your head back up before moving back to where it was, barely allowing you to process what had happened. “Or you’ll miss.”

You swallowed, back melting against the man behind you. You jumped, the blaster kicked back, a squeak escaping from your lips.

A soft chuckle as hands slid up your outstretched arms, down your sides and squeezed your hips. Where they stayed, warm and steady. “You okay, Mesh’la?”

“Y-yeah,” you cleared your throat with a small nod, voice suddenly hoarse and wiggled in an attempt to gather your bearings, facing the enemy with newfound determination. The many clay jars the only things between you and finally learning what a mand’alor was.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he backed up, leaving you cold with his departure.

“You’re leaving?” You panicked, twisting around to find he was easily within arm’s reach, blaster still in hand at your side.

“Watch it,” he reached forward, then retracted his hand halfway through. “The safety’s off.”

“Oh,” you breathed out. “Should I…”

“Take aim and shoot at something?” You were certain you heard a smile in those words. “Yes. Or you’ll never get your answer.” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking smug. With a huff, you turned around and started shooting, the kickback vibrating up your arms with each shot.

You practiced until the twin suns set, leaving the sky dark and you exhausted to the bone. Din had stayed out there with you all day, giving you tips, encouraging you, making sure you stayed hydrated and fed, forcing you to take breaks when you got frustrated. You had gotten so close a few times. Shooting four in a row, but never five.

You wanted to cry, angry for failing.

“Mesh’la,” gentle, gloveless hands cupped your cheeks, helmet resting on your brow, the familiar T-visor greeting your gaze. “Mand’alor means-”

“Don’t,” you said, head shaking agains the beskar, biting your lip. “I failed. Don’t tell me out of pity. Please.”

“What if it’s because I want to.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” you squeezed your eyes shut, sounding small, even to your own ears. “No,” you twisted your head out of his gentle hands, lips trembling as you walked away. “I’ll just have to practice more.”

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cautioncontentsclingy · 7 months

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Thigh and bulge posting~!

#trans nsft #im bad with tags

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strawberry-creep · 1 year

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rewatching the 2012 version and getting back on my art grind 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪

#casey jones #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt casey jones #art #tmnt art #im bad with tags #artalacreep

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whatchu-want-from-me · 10 months

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I might have gifted child syndrome, but I want to pull myself out of it before it gets too bad.

Does anybody have advice for this?

#gifted child syndrome #please help #advice #im bad with tags

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miss-atena · 2 years

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Hiya there, nice to meet y'all. I'm Atena, a Brazilian artists who gets a bit too attached to fictional characters! My current Hiperfixation will always be on my bio, together with art trade and art request status!!

Hope to make some friends very soon!

Oh, and here is some drawings

#introduction #fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf fanart #fnaf sb #fnaf monty #fnaf glamrock chica #art #digital art #im bad with tags #nice to meet yall #:))

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butchfalin · 6 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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mybreadsmybutters · 4 months

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when i was a kid i wanted to be a famous youtuber like dan and phil so that people would gay ship me with my irl best friend and we would be sooo weirded out by it and laugh and make videos joking about it but secretly it would make her realize her repressed gay crush on me and i'd help her through her gay crisis and then we would have a sickeningly sweet sappy romance and read fanfiction about ourselves together... anyways just found out she's married to a guy in the mafia now so i probably don't have a chance

#dan and phil fanfiction changed me #come into my lady door #and teen me saw that and went “i need to be that so fuckan bad”#i wanted to be dan but now that im a mature adult i understand that phil is better. phil guy 5ever nowadays #do i tag this as dan and phil. i still dont know tumblr site tagging norms and im like a year in now #dan and phil #dnp #phan

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gibbearish · 6 months

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love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking