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desi-bookworm · 20 days
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Look, I'm a jegulus girlie through and through, but WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK CAME UP WITH THIS SHIP?!?!?!?!? Like, there is no way they were sober when they thought of this 😭
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beangirl73047 · 1 year
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Bast and Apollo would be friends
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l-pandamatic-l · 2 years
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Dee x Fem! Reader (Metal Family)
So this will be re-written for my OC if you wanna check that out instead of this, because honestly, my x reader skills aren’t too good. ANYWAYS You basically are a little sweetheart honors student and you hide the fact that you’re a HUGE metal fan. That is, until you invite lif over to your house to hang out and she brings Dee along, he sees your room and almost immediately, he starts to realize that maybe you aren’t the awfully boring person he thought you were.
It was getting late, and you wondered why Lif hadn’t shown up yet. You two were supposed to chill and watch some horror movies together and make fun of how fake it looked, but it wouldn’t be as fun without her there. You decided to change anyways, pulling on a pair of black shorts that just barely hit your mid-thigh, and an old Metallica shirt that didn’t exactly smell the best. But it was your favorite, so you pulled it on over your head, the too-big sleeves sliding down your shoulders. You just barely sat down when somebody knocked.
“Finally,” You huffed pulling the door open as you blew the hair out of your face, “I have only been waiting for half an hour, Lif. Where were y-“
You stopped dead, face starting to burn as you saw your classmate, Dee, and his little brother standing at the door. Heavy grinned and giggled as his brother turned to him with a glare, mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear. You pulled lif by the arm, into your house and groaned.
“Lif, what the hell!?”
She just smiled innocently and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, Dee wanted to hang out and walk me home but when I said I had plans with a friend, Heavy insisted that they tag along.”
You sighed and put on an obviously forced and painful smile as you opened the door again, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t quite notice Dee’s eyes wandering as you invited him and his brother inside, or the way he stuttered when you asked him what he’d like to drink.
For another ten minutes or so, Heavy continued to entertain you with his stories as Lif and Dee struggled to get the TV working again. Your stepdad had a bit of an episode before work that morning and you couldn’t tell what was wrong out of the shard of glass that hit the wires, or the beer that covered the TV, either way, Dee seemed very determined to figure it out.
“What are you doing, you dumbass?” Lif hissed in a low whisper, shoving his shoulder. He grimaced slightly and sighed in frustration.
“Currently, I am trying to fix a very old television covered in beer and glass.”
“Smart Alec,” she huffed, hitting the button on the side of the Tv, and cheered when it started to hum loudly.
You turned, Heavy following your gaze as you both smiled widely. Then, you realized you hadn’t picked the movie yet. That was Lif’s job usually. You pointed towards your room, hoping she’d get the memo to grab one so the boys didn’t go in, but her face was pale (well, more than usual) as she pointed in horror at a spot beside you.
You looked down and audibly gasped as you saw that Heavy wasn’t there. You looked around in terror before you suddenly heard his loud voice coming from the end of the hallway. Your room.
“No way! Dee you gotta see this!” He said, rushing out of the room, holding a pair of drumsticks, painted black with little white X’s all over it.
You scrambled to grab them as you shook your head. “No, no, no! Heavy!” You groaned, snatching them away from him as he grinned and raced back into your room. You followed suit, and started chasing him around, constantly yelling, “Don’t touch that!” and, “No, Heavy! Put it down!”
Finally, Lif decided to pop in and usher Heavy out of the room, but Dee being curious, had decided to step inside. But it wasn’t exactly what he expected.
Images of Twisted Sister and Metallica lined the walls. A signed Black Sabbath poster was framed over your bed. You had dark gray walls and even black carpet over your hardwood floor. The drumset in the corner was pristine, with a big, (Fav color) skull painted on the front with your Initials underneath. A display case on the other side of the room, holding all your vintage metal records and drumstick collection was pristine and sparkling.
Dee’s eyes widened as he looked around, gaze landing in you in the end, face slightly pink.
“uhm, Y/N, this is… unexpected of you.” He said, shaking his head slightly as his condescending smirk graced his face again.
You stuttered and stumbled before Lif and Heavy started to laugh. Lif pointed to you, almost doubled over as she giggled, “You didn’t even last an hour before they figured it out! You totally suck at keeping this thing on the down-low!” She laughed hysterically.
You sat on your beanbag with a sigh, holding your head in your hand as you shrugged, Lif and Dee sitting on your bed while Heavy sat on the floor by you.
Dee spoke first, smiling slightly. “So, the perfect Y/N, honors student and Straight-As girl for three years running is a metal fan with a love for the drums. Who knew.” He said, trying hard not to laugh in front of you and Lif. Heavy tugged on your sleeve as he pouted.
“Pleeeeeeease can I play on the drumset? I promise I’ll be careful!” He pleaded, grinning when you nodded as he raced to grab a pair of your practice sticks, which were in a mallet bag hanging from the suspended cymbal’s stand.
Lif laughed as she waved her hand dismissively, smiling to herself. And Dee couldn’t seem to look around the room enough times, eyes constantly landing on you.
“Well,” You said, dejectedly, as Heavy started to hit the snare repeatedly with no consistent rhythm, “I really hope you won’t say anything to anyone else? It may not seem like a big deal but it’s really embarrassing for my parents. and me.
Dee nodded in solidarity as you sighed in relief. “Thanks…”
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“Byeeeee, Y/NNN!” Heavy yelled Fromm the sidewalk, waving his hand rapidly in the air, making you smile. You wave goodbye as well, giving Lif a quick hug before turning to Dee, face turning pink.
“Well, um, bye Dee.” You said, anxiously. “Thanks for keeping all of… that to yourself.
Dee nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, you swiftly kissed his cheek and mumbled another “Thanks.” And “Bye” before rushing inside and shutting the door hurriedly. You leaned against the closed door and covered your face, sliding down until you hit the floor, face burning a bright red.
“What. The. Hell. Did I just do…”
Dee, outside, just stared, dumbfounded at the door before clearing his throat, and with a cocky smile, joined Lif and Heavy to walk back home.
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Sorry this is so short. Again, not the best at x readers. But I thought this would be a nice way to practice. Let me know how i did and what i can do better?
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cottageleaves · 11 days
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ROSEY IS PROBS ONE OF MY FAVS IN BURNER AND I WILL CRY IF SHE GETS ELIMINATED. (this drawing took me 3 hrs but it was worth it)
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s1eepingpatterns · 8 months
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Darth Vader might have bad parenting skills with Luke and Leia, but his parenting skills are good with Sand
Maybe… I like to think as this doggo thing as a crash course on how to look after something else besides himself, before he meets Luke and all. Also, he gets Sand as an older Vader, if he was younger it would probably be more of a mess.
Thinking it through you are probably right. If Anakin didn’t turn…I imagine his parenting skills being catastrophic at best.
I picture Padmé being like: yes, lets rise our kids on my house by the lake, a safe, cosy place and Anakin agreeing just to take them on a dangerous jedi mission the next second XD
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artofkhaos404 · 3 months
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I'm a year older today. So that's kinda fun. Still no twink in sight, but hey, I'm not dead!
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randobambo · 6 months
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A very normal Twitter user
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angelfoodscake · 2 years
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bello !
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liauditore · 7 months
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 25000 likes!
good god i hate these things but is that even a number. jesus. t-thanks i guess? i can't believe it was my stupid imp/skizz + scott/pearl parallels ramble thing that pushed it over the edge
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l-pandamatic-l · 2 years
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Mikey: Are you sure you want to do this? Leo: Cause we can tell you right now it’s a bad idea. Raph: Awe, c’mon guys, it’s not that bad Donnie: No, No. I agree. Don’t date me. I’m terrible.
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murjibray · 13 days
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OMG THE FIRST TIME I TRIED TO POST IT IT DIDN'T WORK SO I HAD TO WRITE THIS ALL OUT AGAIN 😭😭
This is my first ever oc post🤩
He goes by he/him pronouns
I haven't thought of a name for him yet 😕
He is 25 years old
He is the guitarist of (band name in construction) 🎸
And a part-time in the most generic convenience store ever 🏪
(name also in construction)
He is inspired by the song "Call Me Maybe", by Carly Rae Jepsen 📱
And the Japanese fashion style Gyaruo( Gyaru-o according to Wikipedia)
Which is the male equivalent of a Gyaru, if you didn't know
I'll start a character sheet for him( If I remember to do so) 😅
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If you have any questions about him I will try my best to answer them
( I still need to work on what his character is ) 😔
And please tell me if I suck at drawing, I need advice 😭
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Reasons I say our beloved Yuya is a strawberry rather than a tomato
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A very in depth essay responding to the vicious attacks (funny comments) in the reblogs of my hair post.
No but seriously I love you guys, I’m being light-hearted. It really doesn’t matter to me what plant you think he looks like. I still say strawberry though for the following reasons:
1 Strawberries are sweeter than tomatoes. Yuya is sweet.
2 Strawberries have more green on them then tomatoes.
3 Because I have a trend of accidentally going against the norm. Ie: my 5Ds and Zexal takes.
4 Because it’s cute. Fruitshipping’s name works either way.
Technically works better with him as a strawberry because tomatoes... I know they’re botanically a fruit because they have seeds and all but like... come on. We all grew up thinking they’re vegetables. And pretty much every existing vegetable would be a fruit going by those rules.
Either way, Yuya is an adorable angel.
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wetniightmares · 1 year
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um excuse me what the actual fck are you doing in my house 🤨 (Billy Lenz x GN!Reader)
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he looks so fucking goofy i love him (this is not the remake vers, me n my homies hate the remake!!)
the night was cold, dark, and quiet. so quiet you could actually hear the tv for once, what a blessing from god. today the girls went to a party at someone else's house to "switch things up". you could've gone, but you chose to stay. eating leftovers you've successfully hidden away from the house, drinking beer, and watching a horror movie.
what a great evening. all quiet and alone. you loved the girl's company, they definitely knew how to party and how to have some real fun but sometimes, you just need some quiet time, some 'you' time. that was until the phone rang. you groaned in annoyance, debating whether you should just let it ring. so you did. you just sat there, pretending not to hear it ring. until you got pissed off and yanked the phone off its holder. "Pi Kappa Sigma sorority line, how may I help ya'?" The line was quiet. Not too quiet, you could hear breathing, heavy breathing." after some minutes of quietness and playing with the phone card, you got a bit bored.
"hey listen, if ya' ain't gonna talk, then don't call." you figured it was a prank call but right as you were about to put it back in its holder but then you hear... squealing? what the fuck? "hello? i don't quite get what you're sayin' here. if this is a prank, I'm gonna hang up now."
"let me lick your pretty piggy cunt!" the other line said, catching you completely off guard, you yelled "what the fuck?! who is this ya' nutcase!?" all you heard back was mumbling of some sort of nursery rhyme. "this is the last time I'll tell you if this is a prank, i'm hangin' up. this ain't funny."
"i'll stick my tongue up your pretty pussy!" already on the edge, you bashed the phone back into its place holder praying you didn't break it before walking your way back to the couch before realizing, that damn phone made you miss your favorite part of the movie!
the phone rang again before you walked over to it, before you could even get a word out of your mouth, "I'm gonna kill you." then the line went dead. "damn, at least let me say somethin' first." and then, you heard a loud thump from above. "goddamnit Claude" you yelled before working your way up to the entrance of the attic to get the cat. "here kitty kitty..." you said before making that weird "pss pss" noise every cat owner does.
that's when you saw something. a mannequin? completely losing focus of finding Claude you walk your way towards it. that's when you see an eye. "Holy shi" before you can finish your sentence it lunges towards you, the person now on top of you, you wham your head forward getting in a head butt before knocking them over, they stick their hand up to try and grab your face but you stretch your head back and hold their face down. in defense, they slobber on your hand, catching you totally by surprise. "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE-" before getting pushed down once more, and you fought back. this kept on for about 20 minutes, you got slammed down a few times and ended up with a couple of bruises and scratches but you also had your fair share of fights, sucker punching him a new times, body slamming him a bunch, and giving him a bloody nose to the point you both were in a grappling hold, out of breath and staring at each other with intense gazes, waiting for the other to move. you eventually admitted defeat before letting go and slumping onto the ground. "m'kay.. you win.. fuck." You touched the blood from the scratch marks and hissed before the other person slumped down too, mumbling to themselves. that's when you recognized the voice.
"HOLY FUCK YOU'RE.. YOU'RE THAT DUDE WHO WAS ON THAT PHONE AIN'T YA?" Shocked by the screaming he flinched but nodded frantically " 'm Billy!" you didn't know if this was the beer kicking in, or if this was real. "SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN' HERE?" you said before standing up. He didn't respond, only mumbled. You ignored it but then heard your friends pulling into the driveway. You looked out the attic window before sprinting down the steps but you went back up to say one thing. "Don't you go nowhere! I'll be back later." You said before glaring at him and running down the stairs to quickly get cleaned up.
Billy gained 1 new friend!.. and one nasty bruise.
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the-changelings · 1 year
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dealing with my anger by vagueing a customer on tumblr? me? nooooo
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