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bumblingbabooshka · 3 months
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Polycule Moments Guess who got access to recording software
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cobaltfluff · 3 months
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sasuga my ace detective mind-reading soulmate, I knew I could trust you
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molinaesque · 7 months
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Astarion: I think he likes us. Tav: I like him, too. But I'd never say it to his smarmy face. Raphael has a crush on Tav and tries real hard to act cool about it.
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elcarimercanto · 1 year
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Wake up babes new Huntlow image just dropped:
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THE HAND HOLDING 🥰
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tequiilasunriise · 1 year
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“Why is Raven so awkward in this scene??”
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You fools, does ‘like mother like daughter’ mean nothing to you?? Yang inheriting her Genetic Chronic Gay Disaster Disease™️ from her deadbeat bird mom IS CANONNN alrighty these two dumbasses have NO CLUE how to act around the girls they’re so heavily whipped fer
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lordcaptains · 5 months
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ASKING AFTER THEIR FRIENDS I Baldur's Gate III
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grgie · 3 months
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big fan of when the men in kdramas are huge fucking losers btw. like yes theyre almost always rich but that does not protect them from being absolute losers. dorkass
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teenagenutant · 1 year
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love the Future Leo au just bc He Knows Things
You know the embarrassing stuff you think No one will ever know about because you would take that info to your GRAVE.
Anyway smug F!Leo making fun of current Leo about his most embarrassing crushes.
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betrayal..
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struwberrie · 3 months
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theyre like those couples kissing in the middle of the hallway
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weevmo · 1 year
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Super Paper Mario is cool and I can't believe I'm only playing through it now. Obsessed with Mr. L O.o
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sun-snatcher · 2 months
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YOUR MEDIC!READER X JET HAS BREATHED LIFE INTO ME. MAKE THEM HOLD HANDS. I BEG. THE PINING IS INSANE. The atla jet fandom is DRY so you're doing god's work out here 😭 😭 (Or anything tbh! I'm absolutely in love with your writing 😭❤️)
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🌾 ・ HAND IN LOVING HAND
summ. Jet comes into a dawning realisation. It starts with a mission gone wrong. pairing. Jet x f!medic!reader w.count. 0.7k ( just a blurb! ) a/n. Ask and you shall receive! I’m so glad you love medic!reader as much as I do!
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He figures, later, that it might have started with Operation: Creeping Cricket. 
Courtesy to Smellerbee for the unique mission name, ofcourse. 
That had involved, to date: A handful of Freedom Fighters itching for a fight, an imprisoned pair of orphan twins they’d planned to break out, a couple of dumb Fire Nation spies, and the leaky walls they called the borders of Omashu. 
Except, ofcourse, it wouldn’t be a mission without a series of unfortunate events, of which occurred: a storm that changed Sneers’ accurately-predicted course of said Fire Nation spies, which meant their little hostages that they’d come to rescue would be headed down a different path, which also meant their traps lining on the trail towards the borders of Omashu— that The Duke had spent a frustratingly long amount of time setting up— would be rendered useless.
They settled on a brute force ambush instead, much to your disdain; you were, after all, a better healer than you were a fighter.
“This was a terrible—!” You pause to dodge a burst of white hot flames from a Fire Nation soldier. The rain is quick to dampen their efforts, luckily for you. “This was a terrible plan, Jet!”
He strains to hear you underneath the torrent. “Don’t blame me, Pipsqueak started it! Duck!”
You duck. Another spy crumples behind you, thanks to the swing of Jet’s tiger blades, and as the soldier lands on the ground— that’s when you notice it; the quaking rumble of earth, the jumping of stones.
Earth Kingdom Guards have caught wind.
In the distance, Longshot produces a birdcall from high above— shrill and piercing, one that’s rarely ever been used amongst the rebellion— a warning. Retreat. The Freedom Fighters are outnumbered. Scatter. 
The ground erupts beneath you, and you scream. You practically sweep Jet off his feet as you snatch his hand and take off to higher ground to avoid the rising tempest. Hot on your heels, both of you can feel the snap and crackle of roots tearing deep underneath as the kingdom guards begin their manhunt. 
“Quick!” you urge, as he trips over his footing. You glance at him over your shoulder, giving him a squeeze in your intertwined fingers as you check, “Hey, you hurt?”
“I— uh, no,” he stumbles, for some reason. Nothing but superficial cuts and bruises, anyway. He’ll live. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
It could’ve been minutes or an hour of just running, he isn’t quite sure— he’s too busy noting how your hands fit awfully perfect against his, and how despite the rain and muck, you still managed to look... collected. (Collected, he thinks, because he refused to admit anything unforgivably romantic.) Jet lets himself be led across the maze of woodland and grass, and catches himself wondering whether the hand holding had been a conscious move at all.
At the time, he’d decided it didn’t matter. 
It shouldn’t, Jet had reasoned to himself, as you tugged him underneath an overhang and into a hidden crevice. Beyond the roguish charm and borderline flirtatious jokes he liked to play at— both of you were, at the end of the day, amidst an unending war. You were the Rebellions’ resident medic, and he was their token leader. There was no time to entertain fairytales and pipedreams.
“I think we lost them,” you pant, peeking over. “Do you think the others are okay?”
Jet looks at you, fights back the urge to tuck the rain-wet strands of your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better; how the light hits your profile and sets your eyes alight, down to the tip of your nose, and to your mud-stained cheeks. Collected. Capable, he reminds himself. Not pretty. Not pretty. Not—
“What’s wrong?” you ask, when you’d caught his gaze. “Jet?”
“Ah. Uh, nothing,” he blinks away— too fast; too quick to hide the obvious lie. “The others can handle themselves. Let’s, let’s wait for the storm to pass.”
This is simply camaraderie, he’d convinced himself, and stifled down the barb of disappointment that crept in him when you were the first to finally let go.
Right?
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soaring-trash · 1 month
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Purple flag 🟪
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kujakumai · 2 months
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The "date" episode might be silly but I'm really enchanted by how genuinely bad a date Atem is. He is way too busy with his existential crisis to even try. Anzu repeatedly complains he's not talking, implying their entire coffee date was him brooding out the window. She suggests going to see an ancient Egypt exhibit (obviously a deliberate attempt to do something that would appeal to his interests rather than hers) and his response is a deadpan "Why would we go there." She spends a whole montage taking him to five different places and he can't remotely feign any interest until they find a store that sells trading cards, which Anzu says is the only thing that's made him happy all day. I'm 90% sure she paid for the food. Go king give us nothing
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rickybaby · 2 months
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Silverstone Test | Dts S6 E2
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temeyes · 2 months
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we're so back, baby!!! taking 5 for now, teehee feel free to check my sheets [here!]
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puppyeared · 3 months
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sleight doodley before i go to bed <3
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