#❛ ⋮ ✶ 100 MISTAKES PER HOUR. ( ooc )

[bbangsuns]

ah!love | miguel o'hara

requested?: no, but this man has been on my mind ever since atsv came out and it was only a matter of time before i wrote for him

pairing: miguel o'hara x plus sized!latina!reader

word count: 1.509

warnings: none, just Miguel being the biggest sweetheart for his partner (and only for them). there will be a part 2 with a different song posted after this!

authors note: just something short and sweet for my favorite man <3. based on this song by seventeen, i definitely recommend listening while reading! lyrics will be italicized and in bold. kinda short. for the first set of lyrics, they're from two different verses but I think they fit best with how he'd react to someone unintentionally wiggling their way into his heart

a/n pt. 2: i only used about 2 or 3 lines from the song that I thought matched best with his personality/what a relationship could possibly be like with him. he may be ooc because i haven't seen the movie, i only know a few things based on what i've seen on here, tiktok, and twitter.

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checked if i was lying when i thought it was love at first sight

you planted a seed in my dry heart / i'm growing it so don't ignore me

Miguel wasn't someone who believed in love at first sight and if anyone were to ask him about it, he'd audibly laugh in their face before glaring at them and telling them to get their head out of their ass.

that was until you came along and flipped that sentiment on its head. it was a strange feeling for Miguel, especially when he had vowed to never love anyone after the death of his daughter. so when he noticed how his heart would race any time you talked or even smiled in his general direction, he couldn't help but just straight up confront you about it in traditional Miguel fashion.

"what the hell did you do to me?" he asked one day, suddenly appearing in front of you in the cafeteria while you were talking to peter b. parker.

you yelped in surprise which caused you to choke on your food, your spider sense not having alerted you. after about a minute of peter smacking your back and you drinking water, you finally turned to answer him.

"what are you talking about?" you croaked, throat still hoarse from having choked on your fries.

he groaned and grabbed your arm, tugging you along until you reached an empty room in which he pushed you in as gently as possible.

"¿qué me hiciste? por qué siento algo raro cuando estás cerca de mi?*" he asked once more and this time he sounded exasperated, almost desperate to know what was going on with him as if he couldn't figure it out without your help.

"Miguel te lo juro, no sé de qué demonios estás hablando!*" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration at his repeated questions.

he exhales sharply through his nose, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples before opening them and gazing over at you. he takes a deep breath and attempts to collect his thoughts, opening and closing his mouth multiple times as he tries to figure out the words.

"whenever you're around me...i get this weird feeling in my chest, like my heart is racing at 100 miles per hour and i get dizzy. it's been going on since I met you, i think." he explained slowly, pausing in between as he seemed to choke on his own words.

you stand there stunned for what seems like ages and regret starts to flood Miguel as he realizes this may have been a mistake.

"*sabes qué, esto fue un error. olvídalo, si? no te queria hacer sentir incomoda..*" he muttered, turning to walk out of the small office. you quickly reached for his wrist, moving to stand in front of him. you looked up at him with a wide grin that practically had your face splitting.

"*Miguel, me estás diciendo que te gusto? o tal vez me amas?*" you teased him, but on the inside your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your ears.

he cleared his throat and looked away from your eyes before slowly nodding, deliberately ignoring how your hand felt against him.

"i think so yeah...and i'd like to explore it further with you if you'd be willing to." he replied quietly, connecting his eyes with yours once more and you could see the insecurities just barely peeking through the surface. your smile softened and you nodded, moving your hand down to interlace your fingers with his.

"i'd like that, too." you said simply, and the way he looked at you when you said it, you knew it was going to make every moment worth it.

i found an oasis beyond the green forest / please let the thirsty me drink your feelings

you and miguel had been together for nearly a year now and had become each other's safe havens, something you were both grateful for especially with all the stress and anxiety that came from your line of work.

today was especially difficult for Miguel; for one, the last mission went badly and a number of spiders ended up injured, including you. apart from that, Pavitr, Gwen, Miles, Hobie, and Lyla had been pushing his buttons more than usual, constantly questioning his authority and making jokes at his expense. normally it wouldn't bother him but with you being injured and the anomaly escaping, he was close to blowing up on everyone.

he decided to walk away from everything for the rest of the day before he said something he'd (maybe) regret and made his way to your shared apartment, his body tense the entire time. as soon as he walked through the door and saw you laying on the couch half asleep, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and relaxed.

"*¿cómo te sientes, mi amor?*" he asked as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head, eyes scanning your figure for any injuries he may have missed.

"*me siento bien adolorida, pero aparte de eso estoy bien. no te preocupes, corazón.*" you reassured him, kneeling up on the couch and placing a kiss to his lips, a small smile on your lips. as much as he wanted to argue with you and say you were definitely not fine, he couldn't find it in him to do that at the moment.

"what about you, mi amor? you look tense." you observed with a frown, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards you. he allowed his body to drop onto the couch with a sigh, leaning his head back against the headrest.

"*es nada, mi vida. solo estoy cansado.*" he responded weakly, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist, giving you a small smile.

you narrowed your eyes at him and poked his chest, not satisfied with the vague answer, especially not when you could almost hear the way his pulse jumped when you asked.

"no me mientas, Miguel. we don't keep things from each other, remember?" you scolded him, but there was no real anger in your words. instead it was laced with concern and mild annoyance, which made Miguel grin slightly.

"today was more stressful than usual.. i couldn't stop worrying about you when Jess told me you were hurt. then we got back to HQ and the kids were making fun of me and teasing me more than usual, which I'd normally ignore but I was already pissed off from the botched mission and from the damn anomaly hurting you so I left. I didn't do the debrief after the mission or anything, I really just couldn't stand being in that building anymore." he rambled, frustration and exhaustion creeping into his voice.

you rubbed the crease that had formed between his eyebrows and listened intently to his venting, feeling guilty that you were part of why he had been so stressed out.

"*perdon por preocuparte, cariño,* and i'm sorry the kids were messing with you. but to get your mind off of their little antics, we can eat some dinner, take a bath, and then just lay in bed, yeah?" you suggested, your hand coming up to rest on the side of his face, your thumb gingerly rubbing his cheek.

"yeah, i'd like that a lot." he hummed as he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

you grinned and pecked his lips before standing up and grabbing his wrist, doing your best to pull him up on your own. he chuckled at your efforts and stood up, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, making you yelp in surprise.

the first time he had ever done that to you, you were afraid he'd end up hurting himself, especially since you had always been on the heavier side. he had actually laughed at you out of shock and continued doing it, showing off how easily he could pick you up no matter your weight.

he walked you to the bedroom and gently dropped you onto the bed, removing his suit and changing into a simple pair of sweats before laying down next to you, tugging you as close as humanly possible before sighing in content.

"we can eat and shower later, amor. i just want to sleep for now." he whispered, his breath fanning over your neck making you twitch. you turned in his arms and laid your head on his chest, your leg thrown over his waist as you nodded, eyes already feeling heavy.

"yeah okay, get some rest. i love you." you mumbled against him, body relaxing completely as you allowed sleep to overtake you almost immediately.

Miguel felt his pulse quicken at your words, because no matter how many times you had uttered them, it left him dizzy every single time. he just kissed the top of your head, whispering an 'i love you' back even though you couldn't hear him. he fell asleep soon after you did, a small smile on his face as he thought about how lucky he had been to find someone like you, his oasis.

translations:

¿qué me hiciste? por qué siento algo raro cuando estás cerca de mi? = what did you do to me? why do i feel so weird when you're near me?

Miguel, te lo juro, no sé de qué demonios estás hablando!! = i swear i don't know what the hell you're talking about

*sabes qué, esto fue un error. olvídalo, si? no te queria hacer sentir incomoda..* = you know what, this was a mistake. forget it, yeah? i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable

*Miguel, me estás diciendo que te gusto? o tal vez me amas?

¿cómo te sientes, mi amor?*= are you saying you like me? or maybe even love me?

"me siento bien adolorida, pero aparte de eso estoy bien. no te preocupes, corazón." = i feel pretty sore, but besides that i'm okay. don't worry, sweetheart.

"es nada, mi vida. solo estoy cansado." = it's nothing, my life. i'm just tired.

*perdon por preocuparte, cariño,*= i'm sorry for worrying you, darling.

[nostarth-blog]

screw it  ,  like for a starter and watch me perish.

[fastestman]

?????? hel l  o  ? ?? ? 

[mylovelo-ak]

— crocheting a reversible octopus for the sully brothers

navi

one of the "human" things you loved to do even after becoming na'vi was crocheting. and what better than to crochet your lover a plush?

warnings: a swear word, kind of ooc?

a/n: reader is human turned na'vi; i love crocheting. last post maybe ?? for a few days bc school starts tmr!! haha!! kms!! might have mistakes im hella sleepy

lo'ak sully

— "what the fuck is that?"

you've crocheted lo'ak countless of things before, so he was no stranger to your habit and gifts

but this?

— "it looks like a head with a bunch of queues."

— "lo'ak! how dare you!"

when you finish crocheting he isn't less confused, he's even more puzzled when you start turning it inside out

— "it's reversible! isn't that cool?"

— "sure, if i knew what it is."

you explained that it was a reversible octopus to help him express his feelings

and lo'ak 100% keeps his feelings to himself bc he never wants to "burden" you

def the type to js be all pouty instead of outright telling you why he's upset

refuses to use it at first

— "why can't i just tell you how i feel?"

— "because you hardly ever do, lo'ak."

grumbles and finally gives in

one day you head back to your marui after a long day of hunting w aonung and tsireya

he looks jealous and upset but you can't tell

you js talk to him like normal until you realize he's giving you one-word responses

so u ask him if he's okay and he js

— "i'm !!! mad !!! i used ur octopoo and you still can't tell i'm mad !!!"

turns out the octopoo was hidden in a corner somewhere upset with u [ >:( ]

— "well maybe if you didn't hide the octopus, i could actually give you the kisses and cuddles you want."

starts using it like a voucher for kisses/hugs after that

sleeps with it when he misses you a lot

"lo'ak i'm so sorry—" you stopped, clamping your hand over your mouth to not wake the sleeping boy.

you planned to go stargazing with him a few hours earlier but now it was way past eclipse, and he, unfortunately, had fallen asleep. there was a knot in his eyebrows and a frown on his face. in his arms, the octopus was squeezed tightly, however that didn't hide the angry >:[ glare of it.

neteyam sully

— "is this for me?"

probably watched you crochet a lot

likes to keep track of what you make and helps motivate you

you make him model your work sometimes

— "(name) says this skirt is so slay."

— kiri: "slay???"

he found the octopus very cute, and was willing to try it out

— "so i just turn it inside out when i'm sad?"

neteyam strikes me as the type to be obvious about what he feels, but he wouldn't vocalize it per se, you'll have to be good at catching cues

shows it off a lot to his family

— "look what (name) made me !!"

— kiri: "is that slay too?"

the first thing you see when you go to see neteyam is the sad plush seated comfortably in his hands. he's looking out onto the water, seemingly deep in thought.

"hi, you wanna talk about it?"

he shook his head and leaned against you, head tilted on your shoulder. even though he felt a lot better being able to express his negative feelings a lot easier, he still felt shy about ranting.

but this was more than enough for him, having you beside him, synchronized hearts beating in understanding.

[illumilu]

“there’s only one bed” - hisoka morow x reader

a/n: a very stereotypical cliche for fanfics, but, yk what? i roll with cringe. so here, have my drabbling of what would happen if you were to spend an unwanted night in the same hotel bed as the adultrio. i feel like i may have made this a bit too long, but who cares?? i have time, you have time and an incandescent loneliness to fill, so let’s get into it!

summary: you arrive at the hotel with hisoka, but to your horror (wink wink), there’s only one bed. this is part one of a three-part series, with the adultrio. illumi and chrollo will be coming soon!

warnings: no particular trigger warnings, lowercase intended, a lot of fluff! and cuddling! i’m afraid there’s no nsfw here... keep in mind it’s hisoka - i kept it as pg as possible... may be ooc i’m sorry :)

hisoka morow:

- you arrived at your hotel room, tired from the trip there, not quite sure what to expect. you stared at the single bed placed in the middle of the room, aghast. there must have been some kind of mistake. except there wasn’t. the room had been booked out of simplicity, with no specification on the number of beds, or anything else for that matter.

- and, of course, the man you had booked this room with was none other than hisoka morow.

- otherwise known as the most flirtatious man on earth.

- a little bit of backstory; as your strictly professional colleague, hisoka was always taunting you with his charming little phrases, treating you like his little toy whom he could mess around with.

- “oh, y/n! whatever will we do~?” 

- you sighed in frustration. out of all the people you could have been stuck with on this trip, it had to be hisoka.

- hisoka sighed and pouted - not from worry or anguish - but, rather, to mock you. you shot him a dirty look.

- “my my, y/n... why so serious? it’s not like i’ll do anything~”

- the playful lilt in his voice suggested otherwise.

- while hisoka went off to take a shower, you busied yourself with your latest objective; making sure he couldn’t pull anything. being inventive as you were, you gathered all the pillows from the bed (which, for some reason, there were many of), and built a wall separating the two sides of the mattress.

- you got changed promptly, and lay on the left side of the bed, waiting for hisoka to come back. however, his shower ran for longer than expected, and soon enough you felt yourself becoming drowsy.

- just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard hisoka’s voice come from the other side of the room.

- he chuckled. “y/n, what do we have here? your latest invention~?” he teased, ridiculing you.

- “i don’t trust you.” you stated plainly, staring up at the ceiling. you couldn’t see him from across the strangely high pillow wall you had made, but you could feel him smirking. 

- “...and for good reason, y/n..” 

- he extended his arm and lazily ejected his bungee gum to attach to the pillows, knocking them over in an instant. damn. you thought you had made a pretty good structure. 

- you rolled over lethargically to see him standing there; what a sight.

- honestly, you didn’t mind hisoka. it was just... he often became... annoying. as much as he irritated you, you had to admit he was quite pretty. striking amber eyes, streaky plum hair that fell across his face, soft lips and an overall impressive facial structure. not to mention his unique fashion sense that somehow accentuated his toned body. porcelain skin, with his childish paint, which was so often called on by you - “hisoka, do you put that on every goddamn morning?” - he was a fine man. 

- but, when that bastard opened his mouth.

- what a contrary tale.

- he waltzed closer to the bed and eventually sat down with his legs crossed, like a child in a classroom - except, he was staring down at you, who was scowling at him.

- “hisoka. don’t pull anything. i’m going to sleep.” you ordered, rolling to your other side so you were now facing away from him.

- “oh y/n... but how could i resist you~?” he joked, lying down on his back, unnecessarily close to you. you tensed up. 

- “hisoka.” you warned. except you didn’t really sound like you were warning anyone. some undertones in your voice urged you to let things happen - for an uncertain millisecond, thoughts of letting hisoka do what he wanted plagued your mind.

- the millisecond passed soon enough.

- the jester turned to his side, so you were both facing the same direction and began whispering in your ear with a smile. why was his voice so... smooth? so succinct and mellow? that was not the type of person he was. so why did you want to melt into him? he giggled childishly. 

- “so... y/n... you wouldn’t mind if i did-”

- “-this!”

- all of a sudden, hisoka was embracing you, cuddling you and shoving his idiotic face into the crook of your neck.

- “HISOKA, YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO GET OFF ME.”

- “oh, but if you wanted me off, couldn’t you simply give me a little kick~?”

- bright idea, madman. bright idea.

- you kicked him in the stomach, which invoked no painful reaction, but prompted him to roll to the other side of the bed, letting you escape from his clutches. 

- “ah. y/n, that hurt~” he exhaled tiredly, feigning offence; it was more of a hum, which escaped his mouth like golden honey pouring from a dipper.

- “good. don’t come near me again.” 

- “if that’s what you want, darling~”

- “don’t call me that, morow.” you glowered.

- “how scary... good night, y/n.”

- despite trying to hide it underneath his complacent ego, hisoka was beginning to worry. the man was attracted to essentially everyone, but something pulled him closer to you especially. you had a certain magnetism about you that he found increasingly attractive. why did he find teasing you so... enjoyable? why did he long for you to reciprocate? thoughts such as these had been swarming his subconscious since the beginning of the trip. he had pushed away such speculation, for it didn’t suit him.

- a man like him, a man who killed so depravedly, a man whom nothing was known about, an enigma of sorts; surely a man like that didn’t deserve to truly love. 

- meanwhile, your brain was a motor engine; what had just happened, and why did you let it go on for so long? you had the reflexes of an expert nen user; so why did you let him stay there, nuzzling into you, before socking him in the gut?

- what a conundrum, for the both of you. looks like this cliche is reaching its peak, hm?

- you fell asleep soon enough; after all, the trip had been long and you were tired. not only physically, but also emotionally. hisoka wasn’t helping your case.

- hisoka himself often had trouble sleeping, which many people didn’t know. most nights, he just lay there solemnly, thinking of new card tricks or enticements for new victims.

- lately, however, he had been thinking of you.

- which he didn’t like at all.

- time passed as his mind whirred while he contemplated who you were, and why you made him so impressionable. suddenly, he heard something.

- he had his back turned to you but heard a shuffling of bedsheets. what time was it? 1am? 2am? he couldn’t tell, but he came to the conclusion that you moved around when you slept and left it at that.

- that was, until, he felt someone cling around his back and reach across his chest firmly, wrapping around his waist with their leg.

- that someone was you.

- if only you knew what you were doing, you would be appalled... maybe a little grateful... but for the most part, appalled.

- your soft breath brushed hisoka’s back delicately, making his nerves transform into an quivery yet arrogant smirk. your arm was wrapped around his chest and your leg was draped across his side. you were obviously deeply sleeping. he couldn’t see you from the way you were embracing his back, but he could have easily woken you up at any given moment.

- so, why didn’t he wake you up?

- maybe it was because he could tease you about it in the morning. yeah. that seemed reasonable. that seemed alike to what hisoka would usually do.

- or maybe it was something else, something he didn’t want to come to terms with, something panging within his heart, something festering inside of him, something that was a victim to his ignorance of emotion. 

- much like he had done to you earlier, you burrowed into his shoulder, sighing contentedly, blissfully unaware of what was going on.

- blissfully unaware of the way you were ruling over hisoka, the way you were confusing him and making his emotions a tumultuous mess.

- surprisingly, you clinging to him helped him sleep, and within 15 minutes, hisoka was out like a light. though neither of you were conscious enough to experience it, those few hours you spent embracing each other felt tranquil. it almost felt normal, or like something that should have happened long ago, but never did.

- as peaceful as those hours were, the moment you woke up, everything crumbled into chaos. complete and utter mayhem - at least, on your part.

- you woke up calmly enough, as one usually does, without realising where you were or what you were doing. but, as soon as you registered that you weren’t hugging a pillow, but in fact a person, your reflexes triggered and you abruptly let go, jolting backwards and upright.

- oh my god. 

- not just a person.

- hisoka morow.

- you stared at him dozing away, like the little jerk he was.

- what had he done to you? had he put you under some spell? no, that wouldn’t make sense. he was a transmuter, not a manipulator. the bastard probably didn’t even know how to manipulate. then, what was it? was it his dumb bungee gum? your mind was racing 100 miles per hour, so you sat on the left side of the bed, sullen and confused.

- your side of the bed. the left side. the side you had so protectively proclaimed as “your side”. yet there you had been, on his side of the bed, cuddling him? what type of sorcery had he used to make you embrace him so passionately? 

- facing the wall, you rationalised yourself. hisoka wouldn’t have done anything, right? but neither would you. right? right?

- “awake, are we?” 

- hisoka interrupted your disarray of thoughts. you stood up and turned to look at him. he was propped up on the header of the bed, staring at you composedly. with those amber eyes. what was he on? why was he doing this to you?

- “you...” you began accusing him but couldn’t finish. looking at hisoka, he seemed... well-rested for once. did he even know what had happened? was he waiting for you to admit something?

- “i...? i what, y/n? use your words~” he cooed mischievously.

- oh, the jackass. he definitely knew.

- you glared at him, unable to compile your thoughts into words. you watched as he stood up and walked toward you, until he was standing opposite you, gazing into your eyes. he smiled knowingly at you, causing an surge of emotions to rush up your throat, inciting you to say something, to do something, anything. 

- “did you...”

- “no, y/n. it was you.” he simpered.

- oh.

- he raised his hand and pat you on the head, a sly and righteous smirk ceasing to wipe off his lips. he left to the bathroom, leaving you standing there, mouth agape, eyebrow twitching in annoyance. or perhaps, better said, in confusion. when did you start clinging to people like that? 

- why... did you feel so at home? when you first woke up, something had been different. some sort of warmth had enveloped you, in your heart. it had felt nice to have someone to lie close to. 

- in the meantime, hisoka was also seriously mulling over his emotions for you. so many questions invaded his mind, each popping up quicker than the last had been answered. 

- sometimes, he felt as if it would be better to keep everything about you tucked away. underneath his charming, intelligent mask was years of emotion and love and hatred and all things deemed merely human, but too human for him to ever “deserve”.

- as the jester stared at his dazed reflection in the cheap hotel mirror, he came to this conclusion; it wasn’t a matter of what he deserved, or his entitlement. he had to confront the obvious truth that had been bugging him for so long.

- he would tell you he loved you, but not for himself. he would do it for you.

- let’s just say this was the start of something new.

hey so i thought it’d also be good to mention that this is my first time writing a fic on here... to be honest, it’s more the format of a drabble, but i hope you enjoyed! the word count was 2084 words, so i’m super sorry for rambling on too much - i feel like i got a little too deep into hisoka’s character at the end there. illumi’s and chrollo’s version will be coming when i have the time!

either way, likes or reblogs or whatever are super appreciated, but don’t feel forced to or anything! either way, i feel like no one’s gonna see this with my reach LMAOO but anyways thank you for reading, if you made it here! feedback and tips for writing on here are always helpful :) 

[idolizerp]

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The result is a scaled back roster, taking us from near 100 spots to the mid 70s range, and given that we tend to average between 60 and 70 active muses in general, we think that’ll help keep things closer knit. The first place you should stop by at the moment is probably our new NARRATIVE page, which provides a comprehensive (and lengthy) rundown of the general progression of all groups since 2010!! Wowza! Of course, all of that information can be found in more specific detail on everyone’s companies, but this narrative page gives you a more comprehensive idea of how the whole puzzle fits together!

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The rules have changed with the scaling back to restrict to 2 muses per mun. However, if you had three muses prior to this rule implementation (e.g. this moment) you’re fine to keep them! But since we cut down so many positions we thought it best to change that as well, at least for now!

As mentioned on the OOC blog, you all have 48 hours to confirm your current masterlist position or to send another reserve. We’ll hold acceptances for “continuing” members this weekend and next at the usual time, so if you can’t adjust your biography by Sunday, you have until the next Sunday to get it finished. At that point, we’ll reopen roles that haven’t submitted. We’ll also take reserves as usual for incoming members, so feel free to check us out.

A reiteration on points: if things have changed for your muse and you have to give up some claims, you’re welcome to refund yourself up to the point of 100 EXP points (because otherwise your admins would just end  up giving themselves over 350 points a piece back and that seems super crazy). For further details on that you can check the OOC blog post, so that we don’t clog up the main.

As a final note, for some fun statistics on what is now available, check this out. Out of 79 positions there are:  3 stand alone solos, 21 group based solos, 10 canon based solos, 18 unit spots (some of which also have gbs spots), 16 acting spots, 15 spots for producing or lyrics, and 9 national titles!

So, feel free to send in some reserves and confirmations! We’ll gather them up over a few hours and then make a major update later tonight or tomorrow morning because we’re about to head off for the evening. So, don’t fret if it isn’t immediately reflected! As we said before, be sure to send it to us on the main THROUGH ASK FROM YOUR CHARACTER ACCOUNT so that it’s all readily available chronologically. Send it twice or three times if you’re worried it’ll get eaten! But that’s the easiest way for us to ensure we can be as fair as possible for things that might be up for open reserve! If you send it to us in IMs or personally there’s a chance we’ll miss it or not know exactly when it came up!!

Thank you kindly for your patience and support and, as always, for your activity and engagement in making this site everything that it is! ❤️ As always, our inbox is open for any concerns, questions, or comments! We’re sure to have made some mistakes here or there int he transfer process but, we’ll get to them soon- now is time for a little rest for us ;) !

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pb vs iconing to make psds look as similiar as possible.

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the hand gesture gay.

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finishing the austen run in uncanny xmen and wanting to bleach your eyes ---

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   i’m sorry i haven’t done much, i’m bouncing between blogs and still trying to figure out his fc icons.

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i hope t//akashi s//hirogane knows i love him with my whole heart and i’ll protect him from the evil fandom with all my might.

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idk which is worse: iconing r/iver/dale or these fucking comics.

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like for a starter while i cry over my black hair  &  put together a flash reading list.

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barry doesn’t really judge but he has one hell of a side eye.

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perfect.