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This idea hit me like a ten pound brick, so yea here,,
#hold me closer#tiny bastard#bbu#bbucommunity#bbu fantoccio#fantoccio bbu#bbu barnaby#barnaby bbu#billie bust up#barnaby billie bust up#billie bust up barnaby#billie bust up fantoccio#fantoccio billie bust up#barnaby x fantoccio#barntoccio#me after absolutely flooding these particular tags#sorry im hyperfixating
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have you heard of project playtime and what do you think of boxy boo?
Yes.
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here's a little headcanon cuz I just thought of this
Your TJ used to light the curtains on fire as a little kid
HE FUCKING WOULD
#Tj was a pyromaniac#tiny bastard#tj clementine#scp 590#jack clementine#dr jack clementine#dr clementine#scp 963#dr. clementine#twig asks
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Just in case you wondered how I’m doing which you probably weren’t because I’m an insignificant little bitch, Flocke just decided that this is a great time to just fucking BITE me
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kurt being like 5'1..... so crucial so important
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Just look at this little rascal doing 🗡️ tricks
#watch him go!#teeny tiny gifs bc tumblr was being a bastard#bg3#baldur’s gate 3#bg3 epilogue spoilers#bg3 epilogue#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion spoilers#bg3 spoilers#snowystuff
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tex stole a piece of my wife’s steak and now he has to go to gay baby jail for his crimes (the crate)(also bc that steak was cooked with onions and garlic so we have to watch his health now)
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Now I need to see puppy Dazai. If only so Chuuya could be like “who’s the dog now, huh?” Possibly while puppy Dazai is trying to lick his face
Tiny Dazai Osamu - Collector's Edition!
Puppy dog in need of a forever home. His breed is brown with droopy ears. He's fluffy. Picked up on the side of the road.
#i don't know if it's true too in english or not but in french we colloquially call mixed breeds 'bâtards' (literally bastards)#he is dog. what breed? dog breed. he's brown. he's a little bastard. we love him so much. please take care of him.#(personally i would say he's got some cocker in there. floofy ears + beautiful brown eyes you cannot say no to.)#tiny skk adventures#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd fanart#bsd dazai#bsd dazai osamu#nawy's doodles#ask answered
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no one knows my true pain. i wear black to mourn the feelings that could never be set free. what you see is a masjk, a shell of my former self.
#maya nodding and saying “okay. can you cook the parathas now”#writing that made me cringe and invert myself. i used to write shit like that in primary school damn#this tiny egotistical bastard is filled with so much emo cringe... so angsty......#my eyes are going to be so fucked in the morning#pavitr prabhakar#spider man india#atsv pavitr#across the spiderverse#atsv#atsv fanart#thalapathy vijay#<- LMAO#vijay fans pls do not bully me for this#artoftheagni
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𝗠𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝘇𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮: "What's the matter Shikishima, no b****es?"
#godzilla#godzilla minus one#koichi shikishima#memes#caption#aggressive violent radioactive bastard vs tiny PTSD human#finding it so gay LOL#gojira#reiwa era
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hii may i ask for a gun x reader fic, where we just utterly despite our delinquent gun as a normal student, yet he loves us? like, he never makes it obvious but we just hate him, his attitude, his behavior etc, since he always interfere in bloody stuff which we r scared of.. love ya<3
hi anon! thank u for sending in this ask!! tbh writing for gun is a struggle for me but i tried lol also hope u don't mind i went in a slightly different direction with your idea🥹🫶
strawberry milk & cigarettes (gun park x reader)
summary: gun meets gian high school's #1 student.
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"Yamazaki Yuzuru, to the principal's office. Now."
The class erupts into hushed whispers about the summoned new kid - a delinquent rumored to be making his way throughout Japan in order to study different martial arts, a fighting prodigy of sorts.
Gun stands up and makes his way to the classroom door. A turn of his head paired with a cold glare shuts everyone up, leaving a few of your classmates shifting uncomfortably in their seats.
Meanwhile, you're sat there tuning all of this out, head buried in your notebook. Devoting 100% of your concentration to rewriting your notes from the previous class.
Gun is on his way to walking past your desk, but stops in front of it when something catches his attention.
He looks down at your notebook, the pages inscribed with perfectly straight lines of neat handwriting coupled with color-coordinated evenly highlighted blocks. The layers of organization, the penmanship - it's impressive, really.
You feel a pair of eyes on you and notice an inked forearm in front of you peeking through the rolled up black sleeve of his gakuran jacket. Ugh. Great. Another disruptive thug attending this institution, another potential obstacle to your simple goal of pursuing an education.
You finally slowly raise your head to look up at him, unsure why this weirdo is staring at you.
"Can I help y-"
Gun smirks and turns around before your eyes even meet his, walking off before you can finish your sentence.
Leaving you appalled at his complete lack of manners, but with nothing to do but return to your meticulous notes task.
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"Okay, everyone, pass your homework up to the front."
You turn to the seat behind you to take Gun's paper and you catch a glimpse of the bottom of his sleeve, still bloodied from the fight he just had before class. Your face scrunches up in disgust.
You glance down at his paper and the absolutely illegible chicken scratch scrawled onto it. You can't help but grimace. "What's wrong with your handwriting?"
"Why is it any of your business?"
You scoff at his reply. "Rude bastard," you mutter under your breath.
He leans forward in his seat, a strand of his slicked back black hair falling in front of his face. "What did you just say?"
You're not sure what it is - maybe it's the irritability from lack of sleep, or the academic stress you've been experiencing tenfold this week, or the fact that this new punk's mere existence in your space is starting to get on your nerves. Maybe it's all of the above.
You whip your head back around to face him. "I called you a rude bastard."
He gives you an unreadable stare. The class suddenly falls silent. Shit, maybe you said that a little bit louder than you had intended.
You turn back around in your seat and pass the stack of papers up, both annoyance and embarrassment coursing through you.
Gun's lips curl into an amused smile at the first words anyone at this school has dared utter to his face while looking him in the eye.
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You walk over to the vending machine down the hall during break time, already fishing for your wallet in anticipation.
Your friend catches up to you and nudges you with her elbow.
"What was that?! You just insulted an actual member of the Yamazaki family!" She says in a hushed voice.
You stare blankly at your friend. "The who?"
"Yamazaki family, of the Yakuza."
You pause. "Wait, he's an actual kid of a Yakuza family? I thought he was just a random pathetic teenage thug nobody..." you mumble. Huh. Maybe it would've served you to not have insulted someone with the ties to actually kill you and get away with it.
You glance at your watch with a wave of your hand. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I'm gonna get my strawberry milk and go study."
You frown as your eyes settle on the empty spiral behind the vending machine window before you. "Aw, they're all out."
Your friend suggests you just buy one of the other drinks instead, but you sigh and tell her to forget it.
Gun, who totally hasn't been trailing a few steps behind you or anything, turns on his heel and beckons one of his new lackeys over.
He opens his mouth, then pauses. "Nevermind, I'll do it myself."
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Gun's eyes flit between the similar looking white and pink cans of Sangaria Strawberry Milk and Suntory Strawberry Milk sitting on the convenience store refrigerator shelf.
"Dammit, why are there so many strawberry milk brands," he mutters to himself.
He quickly snatches both of them and walks over to the register to pay.
He jogs across the street back to school. He tries to discreetly leave both cans on your desk before the rest of the class trickles back in as break time comes to an end.
You cautiously pick up one of the cans of strawberry milk sitting on your desk, glancing around the room. Uh, what the... Did someone leave these for you?
You lift and inspect the can. "Do you think this could be poisoned?"
Your friend rolls her eyes. "It's a sealed can. Maybe you just have a secret admirer," she says with a grin and nudge.
It's your turn to roll your eyes at her. You shrug and pop open the can. Your spirits instantly lift after your first sip of the creamy fruity beverage.
Gun watches from his desk with his cheek resting in his palm. A faint, extremely weird unfamiliar feeling beginning to stir in his chest.
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Gun rests his arms on the railing of the upper section of the roof. He takes a long drag of his cigarette.
The door to the lower level of the roof swings open, and to his surprise, it's you walking in. You don't notice him since he remains out of your line of sight unless you look up.
It's been a long, long school day. After pulling another all-nighter studying last night, you're stressed out and sleep-deprived.
You know you should kick this bad habit, maybe after this exam season ends. Which is also what you told yourself last exam season, but whatever. You fumble your cardigan pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and begin to light one.
Gun raises his eyebrows then chuckles at the sight of Gian High School's perfect and pristine #1 student of all people smoking, and smoking on school grounds to top it off.
You whip your head around at the noise.
Gun immediately ducks his head under the wall thanks to his lightning-quick reflexes.
Nothing but a blank wall behind you. Huh. Maybe the sleep deprivation has you hearing shit now, too.
After enough moments pass, he slowly lifts his head and peeks over the ledge at the back of your silhouette.
He smiles and puts out his own cig, beginning to make his way back in through the stairway door. Your little secret safe with him.
#i truly cant believe i ended up writing 1k+ words for this bastard lmao sorry jakey ur still my king🥺#i was just gonna keep it a short thing but then i was like now i gotta set up this japanese high school au thing#i actually did kinda enjoy trying to construct a lil fanon gun though and analyzing his character a bit#anyway i hope my bs was a tiny bit kinda maybe worth the wait#gun park x reader#lookism x reader#gun park#lookism
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oh, im laughing. i Cackled! here I was, minding my own business - i glanced over at my bed only to see this absolute Beast:
the Stance! what the fuck is it!
#it was so unexpected... im surprised my Startled Cackle didn't scare her out of the position#no! she waited patiently to be photographed <3#back legs stretched all the way out#upper body Crunched#no one is doing it like her!#last i saw she was curled up with her brother!#photos from the bog#this bastard... this tiny Maniac...#honestly these pics dont do The Pose justice!
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Something very unfortunate, but my enthusiasm for columbo has made my friend, for some reason, not like him! How can they not like him? D: He's just a little guy!
honestly? i totally understand. and i run this blog.
columbo is likeable because we always see his best qualities. he does valiant work at a noble job. he's strong, he's intelligent; he's kind, he's just. he makes the right deductions and then makes sure he's right before acting upon them. he's played by peter falk. so yeah, most people want to kick back and have a beer with columbo, even (especially?) some of the people he puts in handcuffs.
but for a second, wash columbo of his charm, kindness, and intellect: the man is an evil fucking bastard. he is naturally annoying--one of his superpowers, which he knows and exploits. he is calculating, devious, manipulative. his overly polite, ingratiating manner wears very thin very quickly, doubly so if he's choosing to play especially dumb. he's a sadistic, disgusting, deceptive little troll who drops by unannounced and practically forces his way into your house, occupying it when it seems like he doesn't even need to be there, flaunting his authority. on top of it all he insists on billowing that cheap, stinking cigar smoke in your face, dropping ashes everywhere while smiling so smugly, so condescendingly, that you want to wring his little neck, his mumbling voice dripping with feigned apology all the while. he asks if you can use your phone, but not really, because he's actually telling you he's using it as he picks it up and makes a call before you can even open your mouth.
through it all, he outright implies that you or someone you love is a homicidal maniac.
then he fucking breaks your television. suddenly, mrs. peck becomes very sympathetic
now i'll ask you to imagine that, on top of all the aforementioned, columbo was, even once, wrong about who the killer was. i am asking you to sit there and imagine the most endearing waterboarding session you can. imagine subjecting an innocent human being to a punishment so cruel and unusual. imagine, as peter falk himself described, that a bunch of little ducks are nibbling at you, pecking at you in a hellish, promethean bid to get you to finally scream to the heavens in confession for your crime.
columbo is eminently lovable, but that love hinges entirely on the fact that he's always right. because if he isn't, he's worse than merely annoying--he's evil.
#columbo#text#ask#there is this famous japanese artist who fucking hates columbo and calls him Inconsiderate Bastard#for the life of me i cant remember his name but i always laugh when i remember that#he's so RIGHT#i accidentally posted this one too. i hate mobile tunblr im going to shoot my fucking phone#put the edit button next to the post button please. no dialogue prompt before posting. make both idiotically tiny. thank you
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Thank you, Pinterest
Look at his little smirk
#cocky bastard#look at how tiny he is compared to them#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost#ghost band#papa emeritus iii#terzo#nameless ghouls
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