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Protector culture is STOPPPPPP TOUCHING US. We are TOUCH AVERSE TODAY. shut the FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!
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#Oh crap!!! Hope you could get away </3#ðªð#protector culture is#actually plural#endo safe#anon
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Himiko sad because she made a cookie for Ochako but she ate it before she could even give it to her

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suni and terezi <- two people who are putting up a front to disguise how they are on the inside because they do not want people to see their internal struggle. everything is amazing and i am weird and strange and i donât care too much about anything but i miss my friends and i donât want to die and i am scared and i care the most out of anyone and i am insecure and i wish things were better. i have to make my own path and my own destiny to escape this. there has to be more out there for me and i need to find it
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Tragedy Has Struck in Imladris: A Tale of Betrayal, Loss, and the Relentless Pursuit of Cocoa
I never thought I would see the day.
A day so dark, so harrowing, that it has shaken me to my very core. A day that will be remembered not in the grand songs of old, but in the whispered, sorrowful recollections of those who bore witness to my suffering.
Glorfindel. Used. All. My. Cocoa.ððððð
All of it. Every last grain. Every precious, irreplaceable speck of that rich, velvety indulgence that I hold so dear. Gone. Vanished. Whisked away into oblivion, no doubt in some reckless and ill-advised culinary experiment that I do not wish to know the details of.
When I went to my stores, expecting comfort, expecting warmth, expecting the deep embrace of cocoa-infused blissâthere was nothing. Just an empty container, hollow and mocking, echoing with the ghosts of what once was.
I had to sit down.
I had to breathe.
I had to come to terms with the fact that I, Eredin of Imladris, had been robbed in the cruelest, most unforgivable way imaginable.
And thenâthen!âLord Lindir, may the Valar bless him, saw my plight. He saw the devastation in my eyes, the tremor in my hands, the despair that wrapped itself around my very soul. And he has been trying to acquire more cocoa for me ever since. Tirelessly. Bravely.
Like a hero in a forgotten epic.
He even gave me chocolate truffles from a secret stash he has been having for "Eredin Emergencies".ð
But the journey is perilous. The supply chains are unreliable. And the whispers in the wind tell me that Glorfindelâunrepentant, unashamedâhas made no effort to atone for his sins.
So now I wait. I wait in agony, in the cold, in a world devoid of the chocolate that once brought me joy. I wait for Lord Lindir to return, his hands full of salvation, his heart full of mercy.
And until that day comes⊠I will not know peace.
#trop#lotr crack#trop crack#lotr#help#TragedyInRivendell ðð«#GlorfindelDrainedMyCocoaReserves ð€ð#TheGreatCocoaCrisisOfTheSecondAge#LindirMyNobleChampion ð¹ð«#HeHasBeenSearchingForMore ð#WillIeverTasteChocolateAgain? ð#ThisIsWorseThanAnyBattle ð©#SauronCouldNeverInflictThisPain#TheftOfTheCentury ðšð¥#JusticeForMyPantry âïžðª#IJustWantedToMakeChocolateSalami ð#TheFëanoriansWouldUnderstandMyRage#AtWhatCostGlorfindel??? ð#IAmAChangedElfNow#NotEvenMyHotCocoaIsSacred ð€ð
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Do yâall fw my cookie run kingdom oc

#I made it yesterday :)#Iâm getting attached to them lol#ð I tried my best to make the in game description seem like something that would be in the actual game ðð#ð!me talkingð#ð! Cookie run talk#My CRK ocs ðªð#<- why not#I have a few more
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teletubbies!! /silly
#// self insert mention#// crossover mention#ððš#ðªð#sea's drawings#+ other ships#haven't got an emoji abbreviation for the denpa ships atm wah /lh#i'll edit them in later whenever i do lol#// ð·ÃðŽââ ïž#(implied low-key lol)#was playing denpa men 3 again few days back so went on a mouse doodle rampage ðð /pos#aaaauuuuuuuu might tag this one too actually;#denpa men ships#黿³¢äººéã®RPG#the denpa men#denpa men#year 2024
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For when Dearest Lindir returns to the land of the living from his unfortunate fainting spell:
Hello! ð Would you be so kind to share a story or five about the wisest of your kin, Lord Celeborn?
For one, he must be an ellon of tremendous nerve and patience to wilfully wed be besotten with such a bold brave lady as Galadriel. Indeed, I am in awe of his sensibility and management skills!
This request, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with the, ah, rumours circulating the lands. Lord Thranduil himself has allegedly debunked them, and what is he if not earnest and honest?
Sending chocolate chip cookies to your lovely assistant scribe and a soothing balm for your headache,
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Dearest boop-le-snoot, I hope you are not too disappointedâ Tis only I, Eredin, humble assistant scribe, at your service. ððïž However, I bring glad tidings! Lord Lindir is beside me, sipping honeyed tea with all the grace of a noble scholar⊠though I must confess, he remains ever so slightly beside himself after the ahem âtwinkâ incident. (He told me not to say that, but alas, my fingers have already betrayed me. ð)
Now, to your delightful inquiryâLord Celeborn. Ah. How does one begin to describe such a figure?
Indeed, you are correct: it takes an ellon of tremendous nerve and unfathomable patience to stand beside Lady Galadrielâthe Lady of Light, of wisdom, power, and radiant magnificence. Truly, I do not believe anyone could measure up to her brilliance. She is a force entire. âšð
Lord Celeborn, for his part, is⊠peculiar. Not unkindâno, noâbut possessed of a calm so deep, one wonders if he ever worries, or if he simply transcended the emotion ages ago. Still, rumor has it that he once faced a very angry Balrogânot with sword or shield, but with a single raised brow and a scathing remark. The Balrog left. ðð¥
Allow me to share not one, but three tales that illustrate Lord Celebornâs most peculiar composureâtruly, I remain in awe (and slight confusion) as to how one can remain so utterly impassible in such dramatic circumstances. I mean, even Lord Elrondâstoic, wise, and unfazed by most catastrophesâreacted. Yet Celeborn? Like a marble statue. Unbothered. Unmoving. A mystery. ð«¢âš
ð¿ 1. The Balrog Incident (Yes, That One) Long ago, during a diplomatic gathering, a heated debate took place regarding ancient defense strategies. Lord Elrond himself leaned forwardâbrow furrowed, voice edged with tension. The room was thick with unease. And then? A messenger burst in, breathless, whispering rumors of a Balrog awakening in distant halls. Gasps! ðð¥
Lord Elrond stood. Glorfindel drew his sword dramatically (unnecessary, but predictable).
And Lord Celeborn?
He took a sip of his tea. â âSounds tiresome.â
...The Balrog went back to sleep. No one knows how. Some say it felt too disrespected to proceed.
ð¿ 2. The Great Mirror Mishap Once, while visiting Lothlórien, a rather nervous young elf (naming no namesâLindir would faint again) accidentally knocked over the basin of Galadrielâs Mirror. The water spilled, glimmering with visionsâvisions of doom! ð±
Lord Elrond, visiting at the time, actually gaspedâyes, gasped!
He never gasps. A collective panic spread like wildfire.
And Lord Celeborn?
He glanced overâbarely lifting his gaze from his bookâand said: âIt will rain. The basin will refill.â ð§ïž
...It did. Within the hour. How???
ð¿ 3. The Wine Catastrophe at the Autumn Feast During a grand Autumn Feast, a rather spirited performance led to Glorfindel toppling an entire tableâfine Rivendell wine spilled across the floor, priceless tapestries were splashed, andâworse stillâLord Elrondâs robes were stained. The hall froze.
Elrond let out the faintest sighâthe entire room trembled.
And Lord Celeborn?
From the head of the table, he finally spoke: âRed suits you.â ð·
...Lord Elrond did not find it amusing. The rest of us barely survived the tension. Yet Celeborn? Unbothered. Perfect posture. Still sipping his wine.
âš I must confessâI remain baffled. How does one stay so unflappable in such moments? Even Lord Elrond cannot claim such stillness. Truly, Lord Celeborn is an enigma, a calm sea where there should be storm.
As for those rumors circulating the lands⊠ahem. Lord Thranduilâs honesty is, of course, beyond question. (Lord Lindir is shaking his head beside meâvigorously, I might add. He has insisted I do not accuse anyone of dishonesty, butâwellâbetween you and me, let us say that âearnestâ is not the first word Rivendell would choose for the King of the Woodland Realm. Especially not after the âtoupetâ discussions. ð
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Your thoughtful offering of chocolate chip cookies ðª and soothing balm is deeply appreciatedâmy lord smiled at the mention of both (before dramatically declaring he requires âa fainting couch embroidered with Gil-galadâs sigilâ to truly recover). His spirits are lifting. Slowly. With dramatic pauses.
May your days be bright and your cookies never burn. ðªâš
Respectfully (and always slightly bewildered), Eredin Assistant Scribe of Rivendell ðð«
#rings of power#trop#trop crack#LordCelebornTheUnfazed#BalrogTooEmbarrassedToFight#MirrorMishapMysteries ðªâš#RedSuitsYouButAtWhatCost ð·ð#EvenElrondReacted ð±#HowToBeUnbothered101 ð¿#RivendellDramaDiaries#LindirStillRecoveringFromTwinkGate ð#EredinIsDoingHisBest ðïž#CelebornVibesAreMystical#LadyGaladrielUltimateQueen#ThranduilHonestQuestionMark ð€š#RivendellDoesNotForgetToupets ðââïž#SendMoreCookiesPlease ðªð#AssistantLifeChoseMe
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Y'all ever have weird feelings about a ship because it's one you really like but it feels like a lot of the people who ship it do it to shit on another ship you really like so you kinda get a weird distaste for it EVEN THOUGH YOU REALLY LIKE IT STILL... - ðª
#ðª#sandpit yapping#this is about viclord ððððð#I LOVE VICLORD BUT IT FEELS LIKE A GOOD CHUNK OF THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE SHIT FOR IT SHIT ON CHODARK#AND MAN I LIKE BOTHHHHHH PLEASEEEEEEE#i will forever be a polyamory truther for literally EVERYTHING i ship#cries very loudly /silly
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THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA YESS, i love the little figurines ðð/gen
ik i already shared some of these but!!!


these are the only things i have for bob (for rn) but theyre big comforts<3333 kicking myself that i didnt make enough to also get a shirt or his poster but oh wellð the official plushies eyes glow in the dark though so it makes up for itâ€ïž


we have a shit ton of fs/gary merch (+ the bj musical ost on vinyl!!)ðði have a few more but i figured id get the main things around our room lmao, also more commissioned plushies:)) (dont mind how messy my side isðð

an official bj cartoon animation cel<3
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my fav thing is that Kittys man has 0 merch except for this reallllllyyy tiny figureð

HELLO F/O COMMUNITY!!! Been wanting to do this rb game for a while but I was waiting for my skwisgaar charm to come in today ^_^ but!!
Reblog with your f/o merch! Whether itâs one thing or multiple things or a whole shelf/area dedicated to it I wanna see your f/o (+ s/i) merch!! As someone who is obsessed with merchandise/collecting things I love looking at other peoples stuff so much ðð
Hereâs my m.etalocalypse merch! :) Itâs slowly growing but Iâm super happy with what I have so far! Iâm hoping to find some CDs when I go to amoeba for my birthday ^_^ ð



[pro.ship/com.ship dni!!]
#my desks so messy dont look at itðð#we have so much fs merch lmaoo#i also have pictures of when i met gary and avo.ca.tos voice actors :))#ðªmy devil guyð¥©#ð§¡ð caterpillar#SORRY THWRES A LOT LMAO#ðª²lovebugð§#ðªgarebearð#f/o plush#f/o merch
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A Joyless Eid in Gaza

Eid is here, but it brings us nothing but more pain ð. No new clothes ð, no childrenâs laughter ð, no scent of freshly baked sweets ðª filling the streets, no warm embraces between loved ones ð€². Here in Gaza, where children should be holding their parentsâ hands on their way to the playground ð¡, they are being carried lifeless to overcrowded hospitals, drenched in their own blood ð©ž.

The bakeries are closed ðïž, food is running out ðœïž, and water is scarce ð±. For two months, the borders have been sealed ð§, tightening the grip of starvation and slow death upon us â ïž. There are no sweets for the childrenâsometimes, not even a piece of bread ð¥â. We are not asking for much, just the right to live, to survive ðïž.

If you are reading this, remember that families in Gaza are waiting for a meal to ease their hunger ð², for a child to sleep without fear or pain ð¢. Please, donât leave us alone. Even a small donation or a simple word of support can make a difference ð.
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hihihi â¡ !
could u do a little drabble or blurb about what military!rafe would do or how he would react when one of his soldiers/cadets (my dumbass forgot what they're called so i hope im right ð) find/see a pic of reader and they make some not so family friendly comments about her and military!rafe overhears them ? your work is so amahzing btw ððŸââïž
(p.s. can i be ðª anon? ty ౚৠ! )



military!rafe getting mad at his soldiers for talking about you
it was a dumb move.
a rookie mistake, really.
heâd left his wallet out on the table in the corner of the barracks during a debrief â too tired to care, too distracted by your last text, the one where you said the baby smiled for the first time today, only for him. there was a picture attached. one of you in his t-shirt, holding the baby, smiling sleepy in the kitchen light.
he made it his home screen. couldnât help it.
he shouldâve locked it.
shouldâve kept that piece of you tucked safe like he always did â private, like it was something holy.
but they saw it.
one of the younger ones. still new. still dumb. still flapping his gums to impress the others, saying something about your tits in that shirt, how he wouldn't mind taking a turn if "captain cameron ever got tired."
and rafe heard every word.
you could feel the silence shift the second he stood up. heavy. sharp. the kind of quiet that came before a storm â before thunder cracked and the air split and someone paid the price.
he didnât yell. didnât need to.
just walked up slow, boots steady, jaw clenched.
"you talkinâ about my wife, kid?"
and the kidâhe froze. eyes wide, mouth dry.
"iâsirâ"
"nah," rafe cut in, voice low and even. âsay it again. just so i know i heard you right.â
no one said a word. no one moved.
then rafe leaned in, close enough to smell fear and sweat.
"you ever so much as breathe wrong in her direction again, iâll make sure youâre scrubbing latrines from now 'til you retire. understood?"
âyes sir.â
âgood. now get the hell outta my sight.â
the kid scrambled. and rafeâstill simmering, still fuming with itâreached for his phone like it was a lifeline, thumbing over the picture again.
you. his. only his.
and no one got to talk about you like that. not on his watch. not ever.
he texted you right after.
"you up? missinâ you bad. need to hear your voice."
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Y'ALL THOUGHT I'D FORGET ABOUT OUR CUTIE PATOOTIE ICHIMIYA DIDNT YOU
Ichimiya relationship hcs!
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Man i love him
If you have him I'll assume you're a mindreader or absolutely love closet idiots because this man is an absolute enigma
Everyone else is amazed too
Like, it's obvious just how much he loves you but he still seems so irritated but whe you're around he just chill out and keeps the scowl??
That's literally the dynamic
He wants that cookie BAD
And despite him trying to keep the retupation of the big scary school council president his adorations leaks trough it
On that note everyone ans their mama knows he's into you broð
Like.. he can't really hide it all that well
It's not necessarily that he's very visibly sweet or nice but more so the fact that he's much less strict and scary with you
And that does NOT go by unnoticed by the rest of the council
I mean, everyone else is lowk terrified of him because of his horrid glare and his tone and he's just intimidating
And suddenly you pop up and he seems just.. calmer
Remember that scene in lilo and stitch when lilo threw a flower necklace on stitch and he just chilled out on the spot?
Exactly that
The phantom busters club has learnt to take you along w them if they're asking Ichimiya for something
And if you're a part of that club it becomes a whole circus show
Because we know he has to keep up appearances and whatnot so he kind has to act like the phantom busters even as an idea of a club is ridiculous but.. how is he supposed to be a dick when you're there... and you're the one asking him to let you do something...
The most you'd get is a pout glare and he's just beating around the bush to let you "reluctantly" do whatever you've asked for
And it's crazy because?? He's just okay with you??
Yea the student council bootlickers that follow him around are absolutely flabbergasted but what can they do
Now not only do you get special treatment from him but they're fairly nice to you too
Back to the phantom busters member thingy
He would be SO excited to hear what you've done for the day
Though you'd have to be somewhere private so it doesn't hurt his reputation yk
Still, he wants to hear everything
Was it interesting? Did you see a ghost? Oh my god, did you have to fight it? Did you let it pass on peacefully? Do you know how it looked like? Tell him everything!!
I think a phantom busters member or generally unconvetional s/o would be amazing for him - he'd really admire someone that can be true to themselves
Also if you're really somewhere private and can let himself be himself it would take him some time to adjust not having to pretend to be so cool-headed
I don't think he'd be exactly the way he acts internally but you'd really see that excitement and enthusiasm
He strikes me as a weird kid hidden in disguise
He's also such a great listener, he'd listen to you ramble for HOURS
He just really appreciates you liking him the way he is even without having to pretend to be so cold
The little things you do for him really make his day
You go to the student council room to bring him hot chocolate because you know he likes it better than coffee? Suddenly he's not scowling anymore
Gift him a little plushie because he collects them? He'd flex and flaunt it to everyone if his reputation allowed him to
Just showing you see him for him makes his heart leap and soar
He's also lowkey clingy
Picture a grumpy cat rubbing itself onto you
Please hold his arm or hand while passing through the hallways
I can see him kinda shooing everyone out of the student council room on the bad days when he's feeling shitty and just hugging you for a good long while
His face all pressed into the space between your neck and your shoulder, recharging from all the work and the people
I also think he'd like just laying on your lap and oh just play with his hair while he's there
Most of the time that would lead to him taking a little nap there but if you're not really paying attention and you think he's still sleeping he would just.. stare at you, admiring you
Oh he'd also LOVE to have you hold his face in your hands, looking at him all lovingly
Yea kiss him all over his face
HE'S SO CUTE AUGH
He'd be really shy about kissing in the beginning
You'd have to initiate most of it in thr beginning, but once he gets comfortable he could get real cocky with it or so he thinks
His go-to places to kiss you is yours cheeks, temples or pretty much the top of your head
He still has to keep up appearances after all, he can't straight up kiss you on the lips in public
I do think overall his favourite kiss place would be your cheeks
KISS HIS MOLE
KISS. HIS. MOLE.
He'd get so flustered and cuteð« ð«
That and praise him
Tell him how good he's doing being a responsible president of the council and how admirable he is with how much dedication he has
Tell him how cute he is when he's pouting and scowling and how absolutely gorgeous he is
I mean LOOK AT HIM?? HE'S ETHEREAL
His ebony blue hair matches his magnatic blue eyes, his lush shiny eyelashes only make the blues of his eyes pop brigher and again HIS MOLE
Also he's so considerate it makes your heart ache - always thinking of the best course of action and having to keep up and remember everything that's happening yet still making time just for you, he deserves some kindess for that, no?
Overall he's a genuinely compassionate, sincere and caring and i too want to kiss him
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Cupid and Punkromantic Cotton Candy Cookie! ððððª
#cookie run#cookie run fanart#cotton candy cookie#cookie run cotton candy cookie#punkromantic fashion#cupid cotton candy cookie#my art
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