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z3r0n1c0t1n3 · 13 days

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Shanks meeting the strawhats properly for the first time. And he sees how Sanji looks at Zoro, it's all to familiar. It squeezes his heart with a death grip. That's how he used to look at mihawk after all. He remember the pain he felt as he loved the man who became the greatest swordsman. He remembered their argument. Then he saw how Zoro looked at Sanji and his pain got caught in his throat. Zoro loved Sanji just as much. He knew from Luffy that the swordsman was ambitious and selfish. So why did he look ready to give up everything for the blonde. Before he could stop himself he walked over. Purpose with every step. Legs heavy with old heartbreak. And as the words that he had spoken all those years ago came out his mouth he looked at Zoro dead in the eye.

"Would you give up your love to be the strongest"

Zoro froze his drinking, slowly sitting up and putting down his mug. Wipping his mouth with the back of his mouth as he looked at the red-haired man. His gaze was relaxed and a little too knowing for Shanks liking.

"Why would I give up my strength to become stronger?"

Extra: Mihawks' response to the question

Mihawk froze, looking up at the redhead. His eyes were so cold it almost felt like Shanks was at the edge of his sword. He always felt like this. Always a swords length away from the man no matter how close he held him.

"I would give up everything. Including you. To be the strongest, is to stand as the sole victor."

#zosan #mishanks #angst #the gays are gaying #mihawk is emo #zoro #sanji #one piece

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celestiaxoxo · 1 month

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THEM SPOT THE DIFFERENCE GAMES ARE GETTING HARDER BY THE DAY ‼️ ( praying nobody else has done this )

Insert sad violin noises as background noise

#the gays are gaying #damn just remembered that I forgot to put his little bow #heaven official's blessing #heavens official blessing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf #heaven officials blessing #hob #mxtx #mxtx tgcf #xielian #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf hualian #tgcf shitpost #tgcf meme #🪼🫧 — random posts

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rikaspotting · 28 days

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Happy Rika go brrrr

#paldea #rika pokemon #pokemon horizons #pokemon memes #elite four rika #the gays are gaying

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nimblebimble · 6 months

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pierre and yuki getting on my motherfucking nerves can you bitches PLEASE. leave the longing stares and shoulder grabs at home. in your bed. where you lay in together while you play apex legends every night. and a kitchen where you guys slow dance in over a glass of wine. or a bathroom where you do your morning routines together. or a living room where you sit and record your tauri talk podcasts. or a backyard where you play football. or

#yukierre #gay #the gays are gaying #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #formula 1 #tired of them

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incorrect-splatoon · 1 month

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This is the only reaction you could have about it.

#the gays are gaying #splatoon #discord #screen caps #screenshots #fire and ice #off the hook #pearl #marina #shiver #frye

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jemmo · 1 year

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pond we thank you for your service

#I’m dead #the gays are gaying #my school president #forth nattawat #gemini norawit

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queermentaldisaster · 2 months

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A CHAPTER 4 SNIPPET

“That doesn’t mean you get to steal my gloves and leave your scent all over them, sergeant.” Soap’s eyes widened at that statement. “Excuse me?” Soap asked. Ghost leaned in a little, his hand tightening on Soap’s waist. “You heard me, Soap.” Soap’s mouth fell open slightly. “I-” He tried to protest, but Ghost put a finger to his lips. “Just be quiet.”

#the gays are gaying #and its beautiful #gay shifters my beloved #🥰#call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty mw2 #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 2 months

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The Worker and The Protestor

I finally finished my notebook *victory screech*. This is what ended off my notebook. I see this being revamped a bit to fit in with my actual Robots & Gardens not just a side off thing. Here we get a dive on Digits' work life and her little crush on Peace. I have so much shit to do XD But I have chosen instead to drink and type this out then get back to work. Me and this Jeager got me through this so I apologize for fuck ups now.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @liv-is (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!)

Digits grumbled beneath her breath. Lumber over either shoulder that should have been loaded onto one of the transport machines. Shitty little bots that had a variety of bed sizes. Most of the workers just referred to them as “luggers”. They were kinda like trucks with brains but way harder to love. At least you could camp out in a truck bed. These little fucks would toss you into the nearest pit, thinking you were just the next load of building material.

Just as their name foretold. The damn thing busted. Go fucking figure. Some dumbass probably loading too much on a lugger with too small of a bed size.

“Do you even think they tried to get decent ones? Swear this is the fifth lugger to bust this week. They don’t even get a pair at a time no more.” Brian, her roommate and favorite coworker said.

Both grimaced at the lumber added to their stacks. The weight making their feet sink lower into the padding of their shoes. Arguably neither of them had much of that to begin with. Digits’ voice deepened, wavering as she took a step forward. Refusing for any more weight to be added to her bad shoulders. Still aching from a seize up in her arms that had happened a few days prior.

“Only the best for our bitch ass employees.” Digits mocked, pursing her lips and sounding off with a kiss far more enthusiastic than she felt.

Brian’s laughs left in huffs. Carrying his own load over broad shoulders. Uncovered at that, and yes everyone thought he was a weirdo for it.

“Better be cautious.”

Digits scoffed, “Or what they’ll find a way to fuck me up worse?”

“I guess. Carrying around all this isn’t gonna bust some hydraulics or something right?” Brian gave her that concerned look.

That one that was hilarious when he had his bright green emotional support vape hanging from his mouth. Fruity clouds slowly seep from the cracks in his mouth. Slow, unmotivated puffs from his nose too. Headache-inducing, Fruit Loop scented, probably flavored too, clouds forming a field of fumes. It was amazing the man’s eyes never teared up from it. Instead, they drooped to focus intently on Digits. Urgently drifting back to the game.

Arguably Digits still found his concern in her right now hilarious.

“I don’t even know if my prosthetics have hydraulics,” Digits said.

“Haven’t you busted them like a dozen times?”

“Doesn’t mean I know what’s inside of them.”

“I really think that’s part of the problem.”

“You’re really siding with the shit prosthetics. That are probably cooking some nerves in my arms?”

With a quiet arrangement of grunts, she lowered herself to her knee. Muscles flexing beneath her clothing. She slowly leaned aside sliding the stacks into one of the feeders for bulk cuts. She rolled her eyes. Cursing when a stack had briefly tugged her by her high-vis vest. Brian forced the lumber into a tarped bed that would have been attached to a lugger.

“We can’t afford to get them fixed if you bust them Digits,” Brian said breathless.

“We can’t afford. It’s that simple.” Digits stated forcing her way free.

Digits flexed her fingers individually, forcibly straightening out one. She rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie tugging the work issued phone from her back pocket. Arms burning from the strain. Artificial skin unhappily passing over the cracked screen.

She tapped around blankly, eyes scanning the plans for the build and the objectives for the day. Eyes darting back to the time.

“Looks like we need to have the general framework up. Can’t tell if they want a factory or a home though.” Digits joked a bit.

“So we’ve been carting stuff around without any bot help for a fucking private home?” Brian silently fumed.

“An estate,” Digits corrected holding back a laugh at the look on Brain’s face.

He pulled down a pair of safety glasses, running his finger along the top of the lens. A yellow light flickering on in the corner, indicating he was viewing the plans. His fingers tapped absentmindedly at his tool belt. His high-vis vest hung limply from his back pocket. Brian grunted to himself. His eyes darting behind the glasses as he looked at the same schematics Digits was looking at.

Charging feet of other construction members rushed past them. Some hoisting lumber. Some bullying the growing collection of busted machinery.

“I’d start prepping the cuts but I think the gaggle needs some help.”

“You can always set the cuts for the bulk sets. Hold out though.” Digits lifted her head suddenly far more interested in her surroundings, “The protestors will be around soon.”

“Makes sense why those goofs are running then. Trying to look busy on the cameras.” Brian sounded like he was almost scolding them but he did linger around the cutter longer than usual.

Digits laughed softly. She unbuckled her vest, rolling her sleeves back down.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna go see if the lasers on the cutters are actually working.”

Brian laughed, “Uh huh. Might as well check if the machine is working.”

“That’ll take up so much time,” Digits grinned enjoying their banter.

“Enough time to have a personal moment with the red-headed deviant?”

“No such thing as enough time for that.” Digits crossed her arms, face going redder than it currently was from the labor.

The redheaded protestor had approached the grounds. Most of the workers slowing to look over in her direction. A dozen or so of her followers having filtered through to block cameras with signs. Probably advising against this land usage or maybe the waste of money this was. Digits wasn’t really sure. She hadn’t wanted to ruin the mood by asking.

The redhead had paint staining her jersey and hands. Meaning she had probably made those signs. And had probably caused some other destruction on the way.

Digits wondered if she should hate the protestors. Sometimes they did make their lives harder. But even Digits realized it was the company that forced them to deal with it at the end of the day. So the workers can only be mad at the people who hired them. Since the company they worked for had loved to totter the line of giving enough fucks for their workers. It was nice to have the company leads mad at additional people. Almost healing.

The redhead's eyes found Digits. Digits grinned at the silent recognition, her eyes already on the protestor. Peace walked over to the woman, tapping Digits with her foot. The battered shoe knocked dirt off of Digits’ jeans.

“Cameras aren’t watching. Think you’ve worked hard enough?” Peace asked leaning down some in attempts to minimize the distance between them.

“Hey, Peace,” Digits grinned shoving her hands in her hoodie pockets, “Definitely.”

Peace and Digits wandered off to a spray painted curb nearby. Digits sat first sighing content, even though she was resting weary muscles on cement. Peace followed shortly after sitting beside her. She placed both of her arms behind her, stretching her legs out.

“Anything special you want to talk about?” Peace asked curiously, tilting her head in Digits’ direction.

Digits tugged at her fingers inside of her hoodie pocket. Not knowing if there was something big to mention. They had been getting closer as of late. But she refused to give too much away too soon. Arguably it might be too late for that anyway.

Her eyes focused on Peace’s face. Glistening from the sweat, sun seeming to hit her skin just right. She noticed that she could spot Peace’s freckles more easily than usual. She blinked softly seeing the shimmer.

“Not really. Thanks for the paid break though.” Digits laughed trying and failing to get herself to look anywhere else.

“I’d do it for you anytime. It’s kinda fun pissing off the people that put money into being in charge of y’all.” Peace responded, flashing teeth as she grinned.

Digits skinned flushed. She tapped her fingers anxiously on the curb now. Gawking at the beauty beside her. It felt nice not being surrounded by her coworkers all day. Even if her heartbeat was pounding at her temples.

“Appreciated.” Digits spoke, struggling to keep her voice level, proceeding to ask, “Is that makeup?”

Peace beamed now. All teeth, all excitement. She grabbed Digits’ hand dusting it off on the knee of her far less dirty pants. Fully unaware of the widening of Digits’ eyes. Peace guided her hand to her cheek.

“Touch. It doesn’t even smear.” Peace’s joy radiated like the sun on them right now, damn there killer, “Green got it for me.”

Digits tried to speak. Her words nothing more than off pitch babbles. Glad that nodding starstruck was taken as an acceptable answer. Sweat sliding down her forehead and almost into her eye as she tried to memorize the feeling of Peace’s skin. Face reddening as she trailed her hand along Peace’s jaw. Wishing the protestor would just kiss her hand.

Peace quickly tapped the edge of her forehead to Digits’s.

“See told you. Doesn’t even smear.”

Peace grabbed Digits’s hand, holding it out. Her hand remained as unremarkable as before. But her busted hands got to touch the woman of dreams.

Digits sighed, damn there dreamily, smiling with a little more teeth than usual “Yeah. She got you good shit.”

#writeblr #random writes #the gays are gaying #Digits is down bad #Still working out technology shit and Digit's job #Long post

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paintsinthewaterofcreation · 4 months

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w-what THE FUCK was that poundland gesture Philip Lester???????????????

#THE GAYS ARE GAYING #I’M SHUTTING MY EYES AND EARS OMFG #GO TO POUNDLAND??????#i can’t with them #sTOP IT #dan and phil #dan and phil games

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breadnbutterplz · 1 month

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Owen cosplays as Gnarpy

Owen: "Dakota, this is stupid."

Dakota: "Aww c'mon! You look so ♡adorable!♡"

Owen: "!!...Yeah, that's the problem."

#oc #b̶l̶i̶s̶s̶f̶u̶l̶ bakery #blissful bakery #Owen Gifford #Dakota Miller #Gnarpy #the gays are gaying #gay ships #Yipeeeeee #i love them <3

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she-could-never · 6 months

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Getting so excited to send a cute lil tiktok to the pretty person who sends me cute tiktoks

#the gays are gaying #slow burn?

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homuradefender · 5 months

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Arleamber, royalty au part 1

This is for my friend, they love Amber rare pairs, if you don't like the ship then just scroll.

Important: The Fatui still exists but none of them members are necessary confirmed and in this au it's all allegedly. Arlecchino also still runs an orphanage:) implied that Eulamber was a thing but they broke up, oppsies. This will be in a few parts.

The lady Arlecchino, well respected by most yet highly feared due to her connections with a powerful group of nobles, well known as the Fatui. Most of these connections were supposedly ' alleged ', such a woman as kind and caring as Arlecchino, taking care of orphans and claiming them as her own, how could she ever be tied with such a horrendous group of individuals?

Here she was at her lowest point, working for one of the most respected noble women in the world, but in a way it was for a good cause. The job wasn't well paying, not surprisingly, but Amber couldn't complain, she needed the extra money, plus free housing, she couldn't complain.

That was if she got the job..

A woman in power, a beautiful woman in power to be precise. At least, that's what Amber was told about the woman.

'Mhm! Amber I'm here for the position as a guard to the lady Arlecchino!' She wasn't eager for the job per say, but from her last experiences she learned that the best way from a noble woman from the Lawrence clan she used to be close to, safe to say things didn't end well between the two.

That's what worried the brunette, her headband which resembled bunny ears practically perked up at the sound of the front door opening. 'Amber is it?' the young lady at the door wasn't Arlecchino, luckily enough, but one of her children, Lynette, who seemed oddly formal for someone at such a young age.

This must be one of the twins that Arlecchino personally took care of, letting them reside in her castle. The description of the girl matched what Amber had heard, blonde hair with cat ears, gazing purple eyes which seemed oddly lifeless, that was the most seemingly accurate description given to the young lady above her from stories she heard

Lynette nodded and opened the door, motioning that Amber follow her. Being led down a hallway, Amber found it eery how Lynette only spoke a few words, but maybe it was some rich people things she wouldn't understand.

' In here.' Lynette muttered, opening s huge door at the end of the hallway open for Amber. There she was in the center of the room, the awaited lady of the hour, Arlecchino.

'Sit down dear.' Her voice was oddly sweet compared to what Amber had heard the townsfolk say, there was that sly tone but she also sounded oddly warm, welcoming in a way.

Still, Amber had to keep her guard up, who knows what a woman with connections like Arlecchino does could do? Cautiously she slid in the only other seat at the table Arlecchino was seated at, which was directly across from the nobel woman.

' Amber correct?' the woman slid one of her hands onto the table, placing a delicate, already filled, teacup that was in the center of the darkened wood table towards Amber. The brunette almost immediately noticed the woman's hands, they were gorgeous.

They were black, like they had been burnt, for a minute she thought they were gloves. They were well manicured and jewelry neatly aligned on each hand.

Her nails, when dangerously sharp, were a gorgeous shade of red. ' Pretty..' Amber whispered, somehow not catching the attention of Arlecchino as she was drinking her own cup of tea while looking through papers on the table.

Amber took a sip of the tea given to her, it tasted faintly of milk and had a noticeable amount of honey in the mixture. While she had never tried tea flavored this way, the tea she was used to was normally bitter, it was comforting.

' Amber?' That voice.. Amber quickly realized she was fawning over the nobel woman and snapped out of it, gaining a chuckle from the other.

' Yes I am Amber, here to apply for the position of a guard.' she tried to sound as professional as possible but her voice was cracking discretely, ' what a woman' Amber thought to herself.

'Distracted dear?' Amber felt a cold object placed against her throat as she was pushed against the wooden table, the woman she had been admiring minutes earlier had pinned her to table and was holding a sharp knife to her throat.

She mentally berated herself for getting distracted, a smirk came from the other woman as her face got closer to Amber's. ' I don't need protection if that's not clear enough.' she pulled the knife away from Amber's throat, while it was just a simple knife with a black handle and silver blade the situation was still frightening.

Arlecchino freed Amber from her grasp, backing away and quickly checking out the girl who moments ago she had at her mercy. " But I do like you, a position as my maid is always open."

She shot Amber a sly look before leaving the room, also leaving a flabbergatsted Amber behind. While she wanted to quit she had to admit the position did seem promising, plus maids do tend to get paid better then guards..

| To be continued |