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A nice show about cute children

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bailando bailando

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Not everything needs old woman Yuri in it

You're like a terrorist to me

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nimh (f) (Irish; genitive singular nimhe) - poison; venom, virulence, bitterness, animosity

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another screencap redraw with homestuckers??!!!

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Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

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Bad Choice Road

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ship or not I like to thing they stayed together.

I wanted to make a fanfic where they go back to Italy to continue Vinny's family business, to grow it.

If they could have a project together, they would put up a greenhouse so they don't have to depend on suppliers for the flower shop. And in this way they can also ensure the quality of the flowers (make them more colourful, make them last longer, make their smell stronger).

I don't know, haha, just thinking of them having a domestic life make me really happy.

edit: i still don't know how to upload images to tumblr, they are always so pixelated T.T

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this image is too powerful

not quite like him

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!!!!!

Vinny Santorini x F! Reader

The story is about one of the crew members (=reader) having coffee with Vinny in the kitchenette inside Ulysses on sleepless nights.

"Oh, Here it is..."

I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway, then saw someone entering the room.

"Good evening. Eh, I can't sleep, I mean, when I change my pillow... well, that's fine though."

The ceiling light seemed too bright for his eyes, and the man spoke with a frown.

"Just lying in bed is boring, don't you think? I woke up and walked around and noticed a room with the lights on, so I was curious and went in."

He looked around kitchenette, then turned towards me. With just one more person in there, the room felt even more cramped.

"I, I couldn't sleep either, so I thought I'd have a coffee here..."

I could feel the gazes of him looking at me, a little wary and appraising, and my voice trailed off.

"The water is already boiling, so if you don't mind, would you like to have some coffee?"

"Oh, that's good. That's a nice offer."

His expression didn't change in spite of what he said, and he brushed the dust off the wooden boxes stacked near the table before sitting down.

"I didn't know there was a place like this... well, it's a little cramped for relaxing."

Indeed, the tabletop on which he was currently resting his elbows was also strewn with small items.

"How many teaspoons of sugar would you like?"

"Hmm, no sugar, and eh, a bigger cup, please. Is that okay?"

As he answered, he seemed to be pushing the miscellaneous items on the table to the side.

"Here you go. It's just... a little strong."

"Thanks. I'm already wide awake, so it's not bad at all..."

After saying that, he brought the heavy mug to his mouth. I wonder if such a thick mustache gets in the way at times like this.

"Oh, that reminds me, I forgot. Cheers."

He lifted his cup towards me, so I hurriedly replied. It felt strange to toast with coffee in the middle of the night with someone I've barely spoken to.

I put sugar in my coffee, but it was still bitter. I wanted to add milk, but unfortunately I couldn't find any.

"This is the first time we've really talked, right? In the morning, we just exchanged greetings."

He raised one eyebrow and looked at me. I wonder if he's okay with bitter coffee. I hope so.

"Yes, really... I'm nervous because there are so many people I don't know yet."

"I guess so. Actually, this is my second time doing this kind of research. Well, ask me anything, but, uh, only if I know."

At first glance, he seemed difficult to approach, but maybe that's not the case. He talked for a while with his usual expressionless face, then drank the contents of his cup, said a short thank you, and left the room.

After that, there was a slightly tidy desk and two mugs on it. Staying up a little late helped me relax in a good way.

The smell of coffee lingered even while I was clearing away the dishes, so I thought it wasn't so bad that the room was small.

The next night, he came over in the same way.

"I was wondering if you might be here again today."

I had just turned on the kettle, so I turned around to answer.

"I thought so too, so I boiled two cups of water."

"Oh, as expected. Which reminds me, Sweet praised you. He said you're really attentive."

I think I lied a little. It wasn't that I thought he'd come again today, I just prepared more than I needed in case there wasn't enough.

"I'm glad I didn't have to waste a sleepless night." He said, tilting his mug.

What I learned yesterday was that this person is much more talkative than he looks. This would certainly make him want someone to listen to him.

"The others fall asleep so easily... I say they're just sloppy, yon know, they're not very sensitive."

It was interesting to hear him talk about the other crew members. It was refreshing and fun, as I felt like I had become more knowledgeable about things on the ship. I wonder if I was responding well, and I hope I made it easier for him to talk.

"Oh, it's empty, what the... Well, I guess I'll go to sleep then..."

He stood up, looking very fed up, and disappeared down the hallway with his back curled up. Apparently he made it a rule to go back to his room only after finishing his entire cup of coffee.

It was a relief that he was the one to end the time. Otherwise, I would have just been lingering in this comfortable room for a long time.

"What do you think Sweet told me this morning? He said, 'Hey, staying up late is bad for you.'"

Today, he sipped his coffee with a frown on his face.

"It's like I'm a student and he's my teacher or something. It's annoying, seriously…"

"Oh, so Dr.Sweet knows about this room?"

I replied, holding the mug to my lips.

In fact, the cup has been nearly empty for some time now, and it seems that so has his.

"Well, we share the same bedroom, so I'm sure he'd notice if I went out in the middle of the night. I never say anything directly, though."

He put the cup on the table and continued talking.

"But I mean, imagine that big guy coming into a place like this, like a secret base..."

As he said this, he used both hands to exaggerate the size of that guy, which made me laugh.

At the same time, it occurred to me that I wasn't the only one who hadn't told anyone else about the time we were spending in this room.

"Secret base" is just an analogy. It's obvious. I somehow managed to get through the pounding of my heart and the night went on.

"So, that's what he said, so I... Vinny, why are you laughing?"

"No, no, I'm not laughing, it's just… , you know, please don't make that face."

As we sat knee to knee talking at a narrow table, it felt like we were in a cafe.

When the conversation occasionally stopped, the sounds of the equipment echoing inside the ship reminded me of where we were. And also, the rules for this time, which neither of us had said.

I've only been taking sips from my mug for a while now, and the contents of the mug haven't been reduced at all. His mug, on the other hand, seems to be already empty, and he obviously hasn't noticed, but he continues to chatter.

There's nothing I can do, but I just feel anxious.The lukewarm, bitter coffee just doesn't seem to go off my tongue.

When he saw me finally put the empty cup on the table, he sighed and stood up.

This time is coming to an end again today. Now, I have to get back to my room instead of sitting here.

"Well then... I guess I'll make another cup."

He said this without looking at me, and headed towards the stove. Rather than being surprised by his words, I was flustered and instinctively called out to him.

"No, then I'll..."

"No, uh, sit down. Then, how about this? From now on, it's my turn to make the second cup of coffee."

He said it so casually that I was at a loss for words.

I had thought it would be nice if this moment could continue for a little longer. But I never thought it would actually happen.

His casual remark made my heart race, and if this feeling was just a misunderstanding on my part, I wanted to stop it.

"Ah... yes, of course. Well, if... if you don't mind."

I answered hesitantly because I never thought something like that would actually happen. Does he really feel the same way I do? No way.

"And besides, waiting for someone else to make the coffee can be quite a happy experience, don't you know?"

He turned around and continued speaking. Whether he knows it or not, he sometimes says things like this that make my heart flutter and it really makes me feel confused.

"Am I supposed to pour it as thinly as possible? I was taught that once, but I seem to have forgotten."

It seemed he had decided to keep talking while pouring the hot water. At this rate, it would take a long time before we could drink the coffee. But he was right, and I found the time I spent waiting quite comfortable. I sat in my chair and leaned my back against the wall, listening to him speak in his usual tone.

"I wish there was milk in here, you know, sometimes I'm not in the mood for black coffee. I'll ask Cookie about it next time… "

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AGHHHHH THIS IS SO PRECIOUS ISTFG

HI ATLANTIS FANS AND HOMESTUCKERS!!! I hadn't drawn alot of atlantis stuff in ages but I've designed a troll version of mole if he was a character in the comic... He'd be a rustblood n his aspect is heart

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I’M SORRY, THIS TWO JUST MAKE ME SO HAPPY

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i’m watching disenchantment again and I just noticed I have a soft spot for wrinkled old buffoons

pirujos

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some of you who have been here a minute might know that i am a refugee applying for political asylum in mexico. i have been constantly struggling to make rent or buy food, and my only method of asking for help has been through commissions, which has led to my queue - and me, by extension - becoming overwhelmed.

so that said, i'm very happy to announce...

i (finally) have a ko-fi page set up! :'D

if you don't have the money for a commission or don't want to wait for the queue, you can now donate a few dollars to me directly! EVERY donation will go towards keeping me and my 2 kitties alive and helping me apply for the necessary legal processes to finally reach stability and safety - and, of course, have more time for fanart!

help is very urgently needed and would be sorely, immediately appreciated. just 5 dollars translates into about 100 MXN, so if you can spare even a few dollars, you would be buying me days at a time!

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me corrí we JASKAKKDJ

Just rewatched Atlantis

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A little bit early but here we go!!

edit: thank u tumblr for dropping the quality