#Ginger Bitch

[kyn19]

anniversary part 1 movie date selfies 💞🦖

[novelsandnewfies]

I KNEW IT

[clubkidandcollectives]

[thepalerimitation]

Cat likes to wait around corners to scare people, typically me because I’m not his primary feeder and he’s wise enough not to jump my Very Tall Dad who would accidentally kick him across the room

[shujubeelamoglia]

Drag Race France

Season 2 Cast RuVeal

Queens:

Cookie Kunty

Ginger Bitch

Keiona

Kitty Space

Mami Watta

Moon

Piche

Punani

Rose

Sara Forever

Vespi

Premieres June 30th

[makotoscoffee]

Thoughts on the leaked season 2 promo?🫣

[f-arelos]

david foster wallace / @sloppjockey / clarice lispector / soccer mommy - cool / ginger snaps (2000) / @sweatermuppet / @sin-eater / @werewolfest / boygenius - bite the hand / mitski - cop car

[sobaka74]

One day my friend bebelkich and I checked out a post about an idea for a second installment (DE slur) that the creators wanted to make before the studio was stolen. Kim was supposed to be the main character there, and I was thinking….. It's too easy, what if we were playing as some new character and then at the end of the game there's a FURIOUS COMEBACK of these two blockheads and…. …they get hit by a Kamaz.

That's cool, right? And my brain agreed with me. It was late, and what do you think - I dreamed that those biba and boba got hit by some kid on a bicycle.

I thought that such a cool story shouldn't go to waste, so I decided to sketch out an idea in 5 minutes and…. well…. I gone for a few weeks.

[leigh-12345]

"Cait is a bad person!!" "Everything was better without Vi!!" "Jayce was wrong!!" "Vi was a bad big sister!!!" "Jinx is a bad person!!"

Oh my god. Every single character is flawed. Because everyone as humans are flawed. Believe it or not no single character in that show is entirely perfect or entirely evil and that's why it's beautiful.

[rocketqueen1989x]

this photoshoot makes me horny

[padawansuggest]

Sometimes I remember that Lukas’s own headcanon is that Vader’s power was finally unsuppressed and became a full fledged 40k (meaning that 28k was supposed to be a suppressed number somehow no idk how I just know it’s his own thoughts on it and I accept that because that’s a boss idea okay, it lives in my brain) and therefore when Obi-Wan beat the shit outta Vader by throwing rocks at him he literally beat up one of the most powerful beings to ever exist and I’m like 👁️👄👁️

[rotisseries]

wish I could've been a fly on the wall during maddie's reports to ambessa... "yeah boss she called me vi again.... third time this week... I pretended not to hear but she's deeply unsubtle about the whole thing." ambessa's asking rictus if he thinks they can get away with assassinating a zaunite pit fighter under cait's nose

[clubkidandcollectives]

[morn1e]

Dude looks so stupid in this icsnt💔💔kill himnowplease

Aslo don't mind my fucked up ass writing

he is so fucking ugly😢OUUUUUUU OUUUUUU - KABILLION HP DAMAGE OUUUUUUU WHAT😢 OUUUUUUUU deceased

[shujubeelamoglia]

Ginger Bitch

Drag Race France

Promo Look

Premieres June 30th

[dinoshimaaa]

Cabo

You and Ajax make dinner at nine PM together. (fluff, modern au)

masterpost - sher's bday

tag: @souglias

(this is a repost of an older work that didn't make it in tags lol)

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You register the warmth around you when you open your eyes, finding it to be both familiar and expected. The man squished between you and the backrest of the couch is still fast asleep, soft snoring in your ears slowly falling into the same rhythm as your heartbeat. Romeo, the orange tabby (and the undoubted king of the household) stays curled up between you and Ajax, but his eyes blink periodically, having woken up just before you did.

The phone reveals the time to be six in the evening when you extend your arm to check it. Turning back towards Ajax, you lightly pat his chest, “Wake up. We need to prepare dinner soon.”

“Mmh,” his chest rumbles, and his hold around your waist tightens. “Not now.”

“I’m hungry.”

Ajax’s eyes open. He stares at you for a second. Then he smiles and closes his eyes again. “No, you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you sigh and it comes out as laughter.

“Go back to sleep,” he shifts his head down, nose pressing into your neck. “We have all the time in the world.”

“Romeo might be hungry, though.” As if to prove you wrong, the orange tabby jumps down from the couch and nonchalantly pads towards the bedroom, possibly to hop on your bed and mess up the sheets before bedtime. The two of you watch him as he does so, and once he is out of sight, you face each other again. “Or maybe not.”

“See? No one to worry about,” he hums and gently pulls your head beneath his cheek. “Stay.”

You obey. Sleep catches you in its grasp once again, and the next time you wake up it is past nine. Your stomach is definitely growling by then, and Romeo is also pawing at the couch, upset that he has yet to receive his feast (canned tuna) for the night.

Ajax reluctantly joins you in the kitchen minutes after you pull out of his slackened grip. Wordlessly, he grabs the chopping board, but stills when he sees the instant ramen cups in your hands.

“It’s late,” you answer to his disapproving glance, “I don’t know about you, Gordon Ramsey, but I’d rather settle for a quick meal tonight than a full course meal I have to wait an hour for.”

“It’s bad for your health,” he walks over and presses his lips to your hair, “I literally cook quality meals for you for free. Do you have any idea how much Kaeya pays me to do that for him?”

You shrug. “You can do that tomorrow. I’m hungry now.”

Ajax grumbles and places the cutting board back to where it was. Then, he takes the ramen cups from your hands and pours just-boiled water into them in your stead. When he’s done, he sits next to you on the kitchen island and the both of you stare at the ramen cups.

“Romeo hasn’t eaten,” you break the comfortable silence. “Get the tuna for him.”

“Let’s get married.” Ajax replies. You turn to him with a deadpan look.

“We’re already as domestic as we can be,” he smiles and tilts his head. “We sleep in the same bed and house, I cook and clean for you, and you repay me with kisses and cuddles. Getting married won’t make a difference.”

“Romeo still hasn’t eaten.”

“I’m being serious,” his voice drops to a whisper now, and his eyes drop to your left hand. You are very aware of the heavy gaze on the empty fourth finger. “There’s no one else I’d rather wake up from a nap at nine PM and cook bland instant ramen and neglect our hungry cat because we were too busy bickering in the kitchen over dinner choices… with.”

The fatigue has gotten up to him, you think. You blame his abrupt decision on the sleep-lidded eyes and tousled ginger hair and his unsound mind still filled with fantasies from his slumber. You want to scold him about how important of a decision marriage is and why he shouldn’t carelessly throw the word around like he’s suggesting a movie night. You want to smack him head from the back for joking around and getting your hopes high for a split second.

And yet Ajax is never one to make hasty decisions with zero thought. Shyly, his eyes flit up to meet yours and the sincerity in them makes your heart skip a beat.

“I’ll buy you a ring.” he nervously adds, which is uncharacteristic of him. “Soon. I’ll buy your dream dress, book your dream location, and give you your dream wedding. All you have to do is say yes.”

He doesn’t need to prove himself with material worths, and you want to let him know that. You love him just as much as he loves you and possibly way more. Shifting your hand to link with his and squeeze it, you watch the way his eyes soften.

Ajax caresses your left ring finger. You give him the answer he is waiting for.

“Feed Romeo the tuna,” you answer, with all honesty, “And I’ll say yes.”

Your orange tabby has never had a better dinner before today.