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#HAPPY PRIDEEEEE
ncwhereman · 4 months
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love is such a dangerous game
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soups-art · 3 months
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babiee selfieeee
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freindsssssss · 4 months
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Happy pride whores
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pinkdean · 1 year
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My windows are dirty so these pics kinda suck but there's a RAINBOW around the MOON
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shkzs · 4 months
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in honor of pride month 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍👩👨‍❤️‍👨👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨
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helloimkaii · 4 months
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happy pride month:D
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sayakas-soulgem · 3 months
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happy belated pride month!!
i forgot to post this after putting this on spacehey so here you go!!
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this was kind of rushed when i first made it and i lowkey look like gf from fnf w that mouth LMAOOO 💀💀 but yeah, wish i posted this sooner :,)
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✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
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trollblivion-ooc · 6 months
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happby trans day, wave ur flags high
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glittter-vamp · 4 months
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Happy Pride Lovelies!🌈
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I've always wondered how many of my followers are apart of the community...
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radical-rapscallion · 4 months
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If you need fic ideas, i adore all your sophie/belinda stuff and would be overjoyed if you made more!!! They are so sweet!
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^ me rn. giggling and kicking my feet EEEEEEE hehehehhehe i absolutely will be doing more sophie/belinda. i'm glad to see the public enjoys my little gay shenanigans <3 <3 <3 also i have decided that i am going to be calling them stolenheart until something cooler comes along because i like it better than mystic charlatan
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nonoqy · 1 year
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Hello! Happy June! It's Pride and I have a question (1/30)
The original Pride Flag was designed by Gilbert Baker at the request of Harvey Milk, with the first flags flying at the San Francisco Gay Freedom Day Parade celebration on June 25, 1978.
It had 8 colours to begin with, but these changed throughout time [the hot pink was removed due to scarcity of fabric and the 7 colour design was changed to six to make designing banners for lamp posts easier/more symmetrical]
The hex codes of the original 8 colours are as follows: fc6cb4//fc0404//fc8c04//fcfc04// 048c04//04c4c4//44049c//8c048c
Which one is your favourite? (Alternatively, do you have a different colour you think would've worked better?)
Happy Pride 🌈 🎉
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prettiest color EVERRR
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modernsapphicism · 3 months
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bye ph hello manila😝😍😍😍😍😜😜😜❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘
bye manila hello manila ✊️🤪🤪🤪☝️☝️☝️
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haetrack · 4 months
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fakkkkk i love you val u feedinh me soooo well for haech month 😍😍😍
ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO ALL MY GAY BBS <3
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i had to show out for haech and pride month LIKE I GOT YOU GUYS!!!!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO ALL 🫂❤️
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sanospet · 4 months
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✩ CHASE ✩
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𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - yandere!𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘐 𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙
𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : his words were sharp, jagged, barbed, piercing into your misshapenly taped together soul, something you’d worked so hard to mend and heal during your time alone, yet it shattered all too easily once more, it’s dust slipping through your fingers.
“i’m the only one you’ve got left,” he prodded, “and you need me.”
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warnings and notes!
stalker tomura . literal chasing lol . toxic relationship . quirkless au . usage of pet names (“kid) . reader has relationship trauma . isolated reader . tomura being really mean . dacryphilia is you squint REALLY hard, lol . naïve (kinda) reader . short argument . gender neutral reader . readers pronouns/sex/gender aren’t mentioned . proofread but there still may be some spelling mistakes, enjoy <33
authors note:
is this mayhaps also inspired by “chxse - whatsaheart” … yes, also by “if it ain’t me - whatsaheart” but only slightly, i wanna make a dedicated fic for that song, lol. sorry, his music has got a chokehold on me rn and it inspires so many tomura fics…i have so many concepts in my drafts right now, you have nooo idea, lol. anyway, this is kinda a similar tomura to my “kryptonite” fic, except he’s quirkless here, that’s all, lol. there may be an influx of tomura fics because i am in love with that man beyond belief so ummm…yeah, hope you enjoy the fic though, thanks for reading, and happy prideeeee!!! mwuah <33
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a heavy layer of mist hung in place of the clouds, the moonlight failing to pierce through it, wind unwelcoming and cold against your warm skin.
yet a light golden glow of comfort nestled in your chest as the night replayed in your fuzzy mind.
the soft laughter that flowed through the bar you’d spent countless hours at, time gliding by as you met up with some new friends, sharing stories and jokes over drinks. the relentless need to glance over your shoulder dissipating throughout the night, finally allowing yourself to unwind, relax and have fun.
the melody flowing through your headphones kept you in high spirits, a gentle, tired smile stretching across your lips as you walked home.
though, as you continued on, despite your mind pleading for you to stop overthinking, your gut told you otherwise, that strong urge to have a peek behind you as unease settled in, took over, and you did.
neck snapping sharply in the direction, you came to a halt, fingers lowering the volume of your music with a click click click, taking a headphone out just to be sure.
the street was docile, deserted, filled with nothing but the quiet whirring of the tall street lamps lazily illuminating the parked cars and cracked pavement.
a shaky breath slipped past your lips as your eyes finished scanning your surroundings at a rapid pace, lingering just beyond the horizon before finally turning to continue on.
nothing was there, yet the suspicion remained, regardless of how silly your mind made you feel for it.
hands clenched into tight fists, balled at your sides, your heartbeat rose and you couldn’t shake the feeling of a pair of eyes…a sharp, venomous gaze searing through you.
a feeling you knew all too well, you were sure of it.
hot, acidic bile threatened to climb up, core burning as you could almost…hear them.
the footsteps trailing behind you, and your confirmation was in them growing heavier and heavier as they neared.
willing yourself to gain speed, your adrenaline filled body was forced into motion, gazing back for just a moment to reveal a shadowy figure that was hot on your heels, your body moving into a sprint as a result.
the wind almost cut your skin as you ran against it, the sudden gasp you let in setting a fire in your lungs, mind frantically searching for the best solution on how to lose them, going home now out of the question.
your legs gained a mind of their own as they pulled you forward with each lunge they took, earning you enough distance from the person to evade them with your next turn.
it was a tight space, an alleyway sandwiched between two tall buildings,
running down it slightly, soon coming to a stop, wind being knocked out of you at the sight before you, your heart sank to the depths of your stomach as the tall, looming wall came into view.
a deadend.
body tense as the haunting presence made itself known, the harsh footsteps that trailed behind you coming to a stop, boots scraping against the asphalt.
quieting your shaky exhale as much as you could, “what do you want, tomura ?” your voice was as stern as you could currently manage with the raging anxiety that currently encompassed your being, slight trembles pushing through the crevices.
tomura noticed, though he paid it no mind, hands placed lazily in his pockets, demeanour relaxed as he replied, “ahh, and here i thought you’d forgotten about me,” your stomach churned at the sound of his voice, having not heard it in so long, a flurry of horrible memories saturated your mind as he continued, sarcasm laced thickly in the words he spoke, “ignoring my calls and texts like im just some random guy,” scoffing, “im wounded, truly.”
the intense fear you’d been engulfed by began to slowly be poisoned by sheer annoyance at the man’s audacious attitude, shifting on your feet to finally meet his searing crimson gaze.
breath hitching, heart clenching, stomach dropping, that sense of fear threatened to consume you once more, yet you pushed on as best as you could, “we broke up, tomura.”
the statement was bland, harsh, tainted with frustration and it was met with a soft laugh, barely audible, a gentle exhale through his nose.
“you broke up with me,” a slight shake of his head, “i never agreed to it, nor did i accept it,” he corrected taking a few steps closer, you retreated in turn, back soon meeting the wall, him, catching up to you as he continued.
“i gave you time, didn’t i ?” his fluffy white hair had grown much longer since the last time you’d seen him, falling to the side as he tilted his head in question, slight mockery tainting his words, “gave you enough space to figure out your thoughts ?” his hand moved to cup your wine flushed cheek, thumbing gently against it, eyes softening as they stared down into the pretty ones he missed so much, “so let’s go home, yeah ?”
your gaze remained harsh, defensive, “i’m not going anywhere with you, tomura.”
the bite in your words earned the quirk in tomura’s brow, hand dropping down to his side in disgust at your refusal, the warmth the alcohol brought you long gone by now, the unforgiving air nipping at your cheeks.
“yeah ?” he questioned, tone growing slightly hostile, “and what’s here for you, hm ?”
brows furrowing at the question, irritation seeped through your tone as you vented, “i’m building a life h—“
yet his voice cut yours short, “your friends ? your family ? they’re all gone, no ?” rhetorical questions soaked in venom as he spoke, “left you all alone for me to pick up the pieces that is you, to take care of you when you couldn’t do so yourself, right ?” he continued on, warning, “it’ll happen again,_____, you know that. when you’re the problem, they’ll all leave in the end.”
his words were sharp, jagged, barbed, piercing into your misshapenly taped together soul, something you’d worked so hard to mend and heal during your time alone, yet it shattered all too easily once more, it’s dust slipping through your fingers.
“i’m the only one you’ve got left,” he prodded, “and you need me.”
taking in a sharp intake of breath, your heart clenched, eyes stinging, “you’re the problem, tomura…” sighing, “you m-manipulated me, gaslighted me…for years…it’s all on you.” volume growing weaker as you strung the words together, slight cracks slipping through as your eyes welled.
“i see your new friends have taught you some big words, kid, but those are some bold accusations to throw at the person who saved you from yourself,” face scrunched at the comment, octave dropping “you owe me.”
shaking your head at the words, tomura watched as your tense muscles relaxed slightly, the threatening tears in your eyes spilling over with loss, body slumping in defeat and he moved to swipe them away.
“apologise.” he whispered, voice gentle enough to break your will completely, and your body rocked in his grip as you sobbed into his chest, feeling your strength draining, physically and emotionally upon contact, his hand raking through your hair in comfort as the words spilled out.
“i-im sorry,” you stuttered through choked whimpers, it was automatic, a trained part of you jumping out suddenly to satisfy the command.
tomura hummed in response and you continued, “f-for leaving you…for c-calling you such things…” soft pleads slipped past your lips, the part you’d buried so deep within yourself rearing its head again, “p-please, i just…” the fear of angering tomura had you trailing off, but you pushed to continue, “…i don’t want it to be like before,” you spoke in one breath and your heartbeat quickened as tomura pulled away, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.
“it won’t be,” he promised, eyes as gentle as his voice, and though you knew it was a lie, a flowery bouquet of bait that would die out soon, never to be replaced, you accepted them wholeheartedly. your current crave for his touch propelled your ignorance to the lie, your desire for tomura’s approval, for tomura’s praise, for tomura’s satisfaction at the hands of you.
“you’ll be fine, kid.” he continued, eyes shifting to your lips as he neared you, meeting in a harsh kiss full of emotion, muscles relaxing at the contact. his hands found your waist, pulling you in, your own lacing in his lengthy hair as your lips moved, both wishing you could get even closer, give each other more of yourselves.
parting, you remained close as you let out a melody of pants together before he spoke up, “show me to your new place, then, yeah ? we’ll have you moved out by morning.”
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shanastoryteller · 1 year
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Happy prideeeee, time-travel drarry pleaseeee 👀
a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6
The chamber is something approaching clean when they collapse into chairs in the kitchens. The house elves tuck them next to the fire and slide several pastries and a pitcher of pumpkin juice in front of them.
Harry is not a fan of being twelve. He's short and weak and everything is harder than it should be. On the other hand, none of his joints creek when he moves, which is an upside.
"So," Draco says, pressing his glass against his forehead. "Are you going to do anything to regain what you've lost or are you going to prove me right?"
"What," Harry says flatly, too tired to try and untangle whatever bullshit Draco is talking about.
He sighs. "I've set several things into motion myself. I am not putting up with Voldemort coming back again, once was enough thank you very much. Plus some other, less pressing matters."
"We're not staying," he protests. "We have to go home. You can't seriously want to relive being a teenager again."
"Want to? No. But I am willing to. Unlike you it seems, because I was right, and you don't actually care about - well, anything, apparently."
"Don't make me hit you," he threatens, but it comes out weaker than he'd like because his muscles all feel like jelly.
Draco frowns and actually appears agitated, more so than Harry's ever seen him outside of Voldemort's thumb. "What's wrong with you? I don't get you, Potter. Sirius Black is alive here, you know. And Remus Lupin. And Fred Weasley. You can stick around and help me make sure they live and don't suffer like they suffered before and do the same for a lot of other people too, I guess. Or you could return to the future."
"That's not how things work, Draco," he says, trying to be gentle even though he's pissed. "We can't just - rewrite history, not even for the better. We don't know that it will be better. We might just make everything worse."
"There was a war," Draco says tiredly. "How much worse can we possibly make it?"
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