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alabasterpickles · 3 months
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Just dumped the rest of these doodles on Instagram so I might as well share them here too!
These are so loose and I want to tighten them up but I’m tired
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zivazivc · 3 months
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I came up with Floyd's (other) ex band mates and then I went a little insane about them. . . Anyway they're all alternative trolls who adopted him into their group. They play nu metal at underground gigs but mostly they just go to raves and get stoned out of their gourds.
original photos under the cut
I googled "90s rave photos" and had such a hard time choosing which to draw. i might make more of them in the future...
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mmodiately · 4 months
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YUMMYOYUMM
I can't do not show it, it's too amazing ship💔
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koppaiterocker · 4 months
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Hello please enjoy this gif I hastily made because this scene was just WAY too cute...
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treetrunk93 · 3 months
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i just needed a excuse to post i hate creek sm i WILL squish him 😡 creek redesign by @ohposhers
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consistencydotcom · 4 months
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Have you ever heard of Trolls world tour and Trolls 3 band together, because i have
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metalheads-trash-bin · 4 months
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Out of context clip of my fanfic that i will not be giving the lore of teehee
Just you mfs wait
Theres gonna be some REAL BAD sexual tension
Heres the fic btw!!
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wh2m · 3 months
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→ "Henry Butash On The Making Of The Atlantic City Story With Broadway Stars Mike Faist And Jessica Hecht"
“I think where Mike’s so great is just, even when he’s not delivering dialogue, he’s just giving such a strong performance with his looks. You can always feel him thinking when you look at him—you can see him thinking. Which is sort of the mark of really good film acting, at least.”
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typhoonclyde · 4 months
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Attmonth day 28. Chaos
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guillotineman · 2 months
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Quentin Tarantino: "I loved 'West Side Story (2021, dir. Steven Spielberg).' The best movie of 2021, should have won the Oscar and the guy who played Riff should have won the Oscar. It’s the only film that I’ve seen, on my own, at the theater, twice. It was beyond the beyond. It was right up there with 'Fury Road'..."
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hostilemuppet · 27 days
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i hope hes doing very well at college
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daxnorman · 8 months
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racecar radio
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mmodiately · 4 months
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I think the dessert is worth the wait;D
It seems to me that Riff's hair is curling or I can't draw:0
I'm so glad I finished this task, even if it's a bit late)
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mxwormie · 3 months
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YIPPEE
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pengu1n-flyer · 2 months
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I don’t have an addiction u have an addiction 😔
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lovingmusicalmen · 1 year
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Riff + "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?? x
I rewatched WSS today and ngl it feels good to return to writing Riff
Still accepting blurb requests! - Open to new characters!!
Fluff 5 - " I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"
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"You know, normally people actually... you know dance at a dance, girly girl."
Y/N smiled shyly at her friend. Riff had come over to where she had huddled herself into the corner of the gym, hoping to let the eyes of her peers pass over her. She should've known Riff wouldn't be able to do that, considering it was he who had spent the better part of the last few weeks trying to convince her to take a night off of work to attend the dance.
"I'm just having a drink," Y/N lifted the cup of punch to emphasise her point. Something fluttered in her chest at the slight eye roll it garnered from Riff, who folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside her.
"Well I'm sure by now you're nice and hydrated and ready to take the dance floor by storm, right doll?" He teased, eyebrows raising.
Y/N chuckled, forcing herself to look away from his eyes, determined not to get caught out staring. It was just... it was rare to see Riff in a state of such - for lack of a better term - cleanliness. Y/N was used to seeing her friend covered in paint or dust from his scuffles with both his fellow Jets and the Sharks.
And the jacket he was wearing this evening didn't have a single hole ripped into it. A shocking feat, if you were to ask Y/N.
Basically, what she was trying to say was that Riff cleaned up well. And Y/N wasn't really sure how to respond to that.
"I don't have a partner," Y/N denied, pretending to find something particularly interesting about the wood patterning of the gym floor, tracing the lines with the toe of her shoe. Anything to avoid the disbelieving look Riff was directing towards her.
"That's a load of horseshit," Riff finally burst out with a scoff. Y/N risked a glance at his blue eyes just in time to watch him roll them yet again. "I'm right here, girly girl. Aren't I?"
And... yes. Y/N supposed Riff was right there. For almost a month now she and her childhood friend had been skirting the borders between friendship and... something more. Stemming from a night of too much stolen beer, where they had ended up stealing away from the Jets - not overly secretively, if their whoops and hollers were anything to go by at the time - and Riff had pressed her up against a wall in an alleyway and-
Well... Y/N could feel the heat crawling up her neck at the memory and she suppressed a shiver.
Since then, things had changed between them. Riff would walk her home from work more often, he'd pull her onto his lap when they were talking, he'd wind an arm around her waist if he thought she was getting a little too comfortable with any of the other Jets.
A couple more stolen kisses here and there, too. But Riff hadn't said anything. Hadn't done anything to indicate that he actually wanted something more than... the casual-more-than-friendship thing that they had going on.
At least, that had been true up until he had started harassing her about coming to the dance. And if the intense look he was giving her was anything to go by, Y/N was getting the feeling that had been Riff trying to make it.. something official.
Though, Y/N had apparently taken too long to formulate a response to Riff's blatant invite. Because the leader was clearing his throat, pushing himself more upright and it was he avoiding her eyes now. Y/N could have sworn she saw a dusting of pink across his cheeks.
"Or - I mean I'm sure any of the Jets would dance with you if you asked. No need to have one partner."
Riff went as though to move away, but Y/N reached out to catch her fingers in his sleeve before he could get too far.
"I didn't mean it like that," she whispered. Riff cocked his head to the side, questioning. "I do want to dance with you, Jet Boy. I promise. It's just... I don't really know how to dance?" She offered, forcing herself to meet Riff's eyes.
A slow smirk made its way across his face, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he showed his amusement. And then Riff plucked the cup out of her hand, placing it on a nearby table and presenting Y/N with his hand in a dramatic flourish that had Y/N grinning.
"It's never too late to learn, girly girl."
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