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Every time i see fanart of Kakashi without his mask it makes my brain go:
#naruto#naruto shippuden#kakashi hatake#i also have the overwhleming urge to bite his jawline#i’m obsessed with his beauty mark too#he gets hotter in every drawing i see#and i didn’t think that was possible
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Today was a fun day filled with playing dress up 😁
#my selfie tag#my selfies#my selfie#me#my face#felt cute#I’m starting to really love myself#and I didn’t think that was possible
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I went to an Art Museum today and honestly just felt like I was walking from one bench to the next bench.
I mean I did stare at the art and make up stories about some pieces. I did get to see my current favorite piece of artwork. And the pastel piece that I really really love. But it still felt like I was spending so much wanting to sit. I don’t want to live my life looking for the next place to sit down and walking to the next place to sit down.
#personal post#thoughts on being fat#I’m not at active person and I don’t think I can become an active person#but maybe that’s me being to hard on myself because I’m on day 8 of doing planks and I didn’t think that was possible and I’m on month two#of doing YouTube cardio workouts#and I didn’t think that was possible#I thought I would get to day three and quit#so maybe I’m not giving myself enough credit#maybe I just need to add daily walks into my routine#because that is a different way of moving
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More thoughts about cigarette mom! Thomas and Bruce HERE WE GO—
I just. I love mean dad Thomas, man.
Not mean in a way that makes Bruce feel small and worthless and insignificant, no, —
Mean in the sense of refusing to sugar coat and coddle because this is Gotham, and he can’t.
“Bruce I am NOT buying you that dumbass squeesh-mellow bullSHIT. Cause it’s 300 bucks, that’s why! We’re rich, not STUPID. You want it so bad, how about getting a JOB.”
Bruce is 5 years old and 4 feet of nothing and every inch his mother, which is why he could swallow the universe whole, Alfred thinks,
“I’m too CUTE for a job!”
“Well, babe, you can either be cute, or you can be broke. When you choose, let me know.”
Bruce’s first job was being Martha’s model for paintings, bringing Thomas his Budlights after long nights at the hospital, and taste tasting for Alfred.
I feel like baby Bruce was such a brat and Alfred is trained for inhuman composure. It’s kinda like watching a baby kitten try to use claws they don’t have. “Are you ready to count to 10 now?”
Thomas, not even looking up from his newspaper, “Bruce! Boy, you better listen to Al if you wanna keep your teeth, you hear me?!”
Baby Bruce called the CPS on Thomas MULTIPLE times but it’s always been for like. Dad smoked in the house again even if mommy said not to and it bothers my dolls.
#I think Thomas would still be sweet and call bruce babe and bunny tho <3 he loves his baby he’s just from New Jersey#bruce employs Alfred’s gentle parenting as much as possible but those are Thomas’ grandkids 100%#bruce gently holding Tim after he stayed past bedtime: you know. my dad used to threaten to switch my organs if I didn’t go to sleep#Tim: …… that actually explains a lot#thomas wayne#alfred pennyworth#bruce wayne#baby bruce wayne#dc#dc comics#text#batman#text post
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ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to speculate about the sexual and romantic undertones of celebrities’ professional relationships
#thinking about the larry thing again. all my life i’ve been a believer 🙏#obviously many times of misguided beliefs were there before i like. learned how the world works. now i practice rpf discernment#but quite frankly there’s nothing like the drug of looking at star wars ot promo and being like man.#carrie fisher and harrison ford definitely fucked didn’t they.#and then for carrie fisher to drop the princess diarist and be like yeah me and harrison had the most torrid 70s affair#you can possibly imagine.#VINDICATIONNNNN#quite frankly they are the reason i still believe something similar happened with gillovny. we just need the memoir drop#rpf quiz
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Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.
Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao
Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.
In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs
#maccadam#transformers#prowl#jazz#jazzprowl#fic fanart#momu fanart#I just#mmmmm#For the whole fic Prowl had to think twice about everything Jazz says#every information could end up being wrong#sometimes even without Jazz realising it#so when Prowl says#he’s trusting Jazz. it’s.#also it totally wasn’t me googling ‘believing and trusting nuance difference in english’#the moment I realised the difference I think my brain started rollercoaster loops#he can’t believe him but he found enough faith to trust him#while. YES. For the whole story Jazz couldn’t fucking be believed#list e n#Jazz did a lot of things for Prowl#fucktons of big and small gestures to show that yes he likes loves and appreciates Prowl#I’m so happy Prowl is returning this energy#like#remember that scene a while back when Jazz kissed Prowl? Cool cool okay. Did Prowl kiss him? nope. It was one sided gestures#*gesture. That kiss didn’t make me feel like it’s truly something precious because Jazz started it but Prowl didn’t do quite the same#but this👆. This feels so much more important for me. Because Prowl#who is for the whole story was mister I calculate every chance of possible betrayal. Prowl whos entire personality is to trust nobody#Prowl goes. Fuck that I trust you. You feel me?#it wouldn’t be the same if he said I love you. Because love is very much something you don’t have a lot of control over.#but to trust someone? It’s a choice Prowl had to consciously make. You see what I mean? I love it. oh fuck I ran out of tags..
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We have moved past Maya and Franziska wingmanning narumitsu as a society. They would not fucking do that. We need to realise the truth which is that Larry and Gumshoe would try to wingman them and only succeed through failure
#ace attorney#narumitsu#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#maya fey#franziska von karma#dick gumshoe#larry butz#general my post tag#i do think maya would endlessly tease poor phoenix about it based on how she acted in 3-5 about iris#but she didn’t do anything to set them up she just made fun of phoenix#franziska would sooner choose death and run to another country herself than get anywhere near whatever’s going on between the two#larry however.#larry would be way too invested#once he actually realises his best friends are into each other he would never drop it#gumshoe wants to make edgeworth happy any way possible#and based on the “wright wright wright” scene#and that one moment in the anime where he cries bc the two were working together even countries apart during the train bomb case#i think he’d be very invested too#also a Larry and Gumshoe wingman duo would be absolutely disastrous. and hilarious#do you see my vision
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i a-door you
contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x fem reader. fluff. cursing. food. minor unintentional violence. ⭑ bakugo hits on you. literally.
You’re minding your business, book bag slung across your shoulder, and about to walk through the door to 2A’s classroom when something smacks you in the face.
Not only unprompted, but hard.
“Ow!”
It happens so quickly that you don’t remember squeezing your eyes shut as you stumble backwards, both hands flying to clutch your forehead.
Opening your eyes, you swear you can already feel the spot starting to bruise. The previously closed door to the classroom stood ajar and as the cherry on top of the concussion you just received, someone roughly brushes past you.
Fucking asshole.
You whip around, head still throbbing, about to give whoever it is a peace of your mind and finally speak above an inside voice for the first time since a robot almost fell on you during entrance exams semesters ago, when your teary eyes are met with crimson red ones.
He turns his head to give you a once over and your body freezes as his eyes linger a little longer on the darkening mark where the door got you. Something similar to amusement tugs at his lips.
“Pretty cute.”
You blink, dumbfounded as he casually turns on his heel to walk away.
What. The hell.
Did you literally just get hit on by Bakugo freaking Katsuki.
The identical dropped jaws of your classmates that were visible from inside the open doorway confirmed that what just happened was not in fact a post-traumatic induced hallucination, with Midoriya looking the most gobsmacked, his eyes almost comically bulging out of his skull, and upon glancing at Mina, who quickly gets over her initial shock to grin and shoot you a double thumbs up, she excitedly mouths ‘i told you so,’ and you’re not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
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The next day, you’re sporting a fresh, new bandaid on your forehead. It was quite a fashion statement, if you do say so yourself.
It was also the last one at the nurse’s so you were pretty happy to nab it, apparently being the brand that everyone chose when they too got their respective boo-boos.
The latte Mina and the girls brought back from your favorite cafe sat on the wooden coffee table in the common area, still steaming. You refused to go out with a huge bruise marring your appearance, even with the bandaid covering the most of it, and you would take the fullest advantage of the injured person princess treatment while it lasted.
All while awkwardly avoiding a certain blond.
Now that you’re thinking about it, he’s honestly always been kind of nice to you, in his own weird way.
Like when you were forced to ask if you could borrow his eraser, because apparently no one else in the class carried one. Imagine saving Japan your first year of highschool and only writing in pen, even for calculus. Is this what the future generation has come to?
After breathlessly rushing the words out in a hushed voice and wondering if he heard you at all, Bakugo doesn’t even turn around from where he’s resting his chin on his hand listening to Present Mic’s enthusiastic lecture on subject-verb agreement, as he reaches an arm behind him to drop it on your desk.
You’re not sure if you remembered to say “your” before “eraser,” so all he probably heard was “can I borrow eraser?” and it still haunts you to this day.
Shaking the thoughts of him from your mind, you flip your history textbook open to page three hundred and ninety four, ‘A Comprehensive Timeline of Quirk Generations.’ You’re attempting to study for your next upcoming quiz in Midnight’s class.
Key word: attempting.
A delicious smell was starting to waft your way from the kitchen across the room, and now you were kind of hungry. You could feel your attention waning and shook your head, the image of your most recent report card filled with straight As sobering you up. Food could come later, right now you had to focus.
Just twenty more minutes of review, then I'll eat.
Bakugo’s placing the breakfast he easily finished whipping up on the counter. As he uses a spatula to gently coax the fluffy soufflé pancakes out of the pan, he notices the familiar petals of your favorite flower decorating the ceramic he’s putting them on.
It was from a tableware set he picked out when everyone first moved into the dorms. Glasses had assigned everyone groceries among various other things to go shopping for in small groups, and he was paired up with Ponytail to go buy plates.
They were browsing the shelves of a local Daiso store filled with colorful, adorably decorated dishes and rice bowls, when he stopped in front of a price tag, eyes dragging up to study the item it belonged to. The details on it were intricate, and breathtakingly so.
It reminded him of how he felt whenever he looked at you.
Ponytail follows his gaze, and her own eyes brighten.
“Oh, it’s decorated with the favorite flower of–!”
“I know.” He cuts her off, glaring at the floral box set of bowls and plates, before carefully putting it in their cart.
Momo’s eyes widen a bit, before a small, knowing smile spreads across her lips and Bakugo curses at her perceptiveness.
He almost wished he was paired up with that icy-hot bastard instead, who was so oblivious that if you dangled a confession letter in front of him he would have thought you wanted him to proofread it for you.
That was a while ago now, and everyone’s been happily eating meals on the plates they bought ever since.
He tops off the pancakes with a handful of fresh berries and a drizzle of honey, and slides it next to a steaming plate of a kimchi omelette with a zigzag of sriracha sauce already on the counter.
From where he stands, he snorts at your bandaid, noticing the obnoxious amount of Hello Kitty’s plastered all around it. Out of all the bandaids from Recovery Girl’s collection that she kept in her office, of course you would pick the cutest fucking one.
It was undoubtedly something you would like, he thinks, begrudging in his fondness. It was so you.
“Get your ass over here.”
You jump in your spot on the couch at the loud volume of his voice, though it sounded a bit softer than usual. With a finger pointing to yourself, you raise your head in confusion. “Me….?”
Was this about yesterday? Oh my god, was he mad?
You’re not sure why he would be, since he’s not the one that got bitch-slapped in the face by a giant door.
“I don't see anyone else I'd be talking to.” Bakugo scoffs.
He's right, to your increasing dread. The entire common area is completely empty, and you have no choice but to comply with his request.
You’re still nervously fiddling with the edge of your hoodie sleeve, the usual comfort of its softness abandoning you as you approach the kitchen to find him standing at a seat near the counter, arms folded. It hasn’t even been a minute in the same proximity as him and his presence is kind of overwhelming you already.
You’re trying so hard not to stare at his biceps. And just him in general.
“Sit.” he commands, the sound of the metal stool echoing against his hand as he pats it.
You obediently sit down, cursing your lack of a backbone. But his tone didn’t sound like he was planning to take no for an answer, anyway.
“Eat.”
He jabs a thumb at the plate of warm, sweet smelling cloud-like goodness in front of you. You stare at him, wide-eyed.
“This is for me?”
“Huh. You’re slower than I thought you were.” He rolls his eyes and starts to dig into his own plate of omelette in front of him, taking a seat on the stool across from you. It looked good too, as expected. “You’re welcome or whatever.���
With his aggressive blessing and after throwing a quiet but extremely grateful ‘thank you for the meal’ his way, you start to eat.
Your face lights up in joy as the divine taste of spongy goodness and honey spreads across your tongue, and you silently praise his mom for giving birth to the next Gordon Ramsay.
He flicks your forehead as you’re mid-bite in pancake and you yelp in surprise, raising your head to glare at his handsome face. What now? And did he have to be as infuriating as he was good-looking?
That crimson gaze once again stares you down, barely contained amusement dancing in embers of the hot coals of his eyes, and your skin grows warm as you realize you said that last part out loud.
You’re about to give into the urge to run away and take the plate of half-finished pancakes with you when he gruffly speaks up.
“You can’t retain information unless you have something in your stomach, idiot.”
You nod, mouth full, and make a mental note to study on an empty tummy away from him in the future. It’s like he reads your mind because you wince as he scowls, flicking your head again, although a little more gently this time.
Taking care to do it in a spot away from the bandaid covering the injury that he caused, your brain points out.
The both of you continue to eat in comfortable silence.
After a while, your plates are nearly clean.
You smile a little, realizing that you were eating on your favorite plate in the dorm’s kitchen the whole time, and admire the petals of your beloved flowers delicately painted in the center and outer edges of the stark white dish, with the pancakes no longer covering them.
Bakugo notices this, as you softly begin to trace the rim with your finger, and fights the twitch of his lips that threatened to curl upwards.
He’s also noticed those little glances you think you’ve been discreetly throwing his way between the bites of pancake, which you nearly inhaled to his pride.
You could almost be as quiet as that rock-faced animal whisperer of a classmate you both had, but you’ve always sucked at being subtle.
Good thing he hates subtle things.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks as you start to slide off the tall stool, a hint of smirk in his voice. It was cute, how you think you could run away from him so easily. You stop in your tracks, blinking at him as he rises from his own seat.
Strong, toned arms that you totally haven’t been staring at for the past half hour are slowly placed on both sides of you, caging you against the counter. An embarrassing noise escapes from your lips, and the cold granite bites into your back as you lean away, doing anything to avoid his gaze.
“Look at me.”
He rolls his eyes as you continue to look to the side, suddenly finding the chibi magnets of various high ranking heroes on the fridge to be very interesting.
“I said,” he grabs your chin in his hand, which was so big compared to your face that he could squish your cheeks between his ring finger and thumb, “look at me.
You huff, now forcefully held in place to face him against your will. “I’m looking.”
“Good.”
He leans down and his lips graze your ear, seeming to take great pleasure in only further adding to your embarrassment when he mutters:
“And don’t stand so fucking close to the door next time.”
not bakugo pulling the classic asian parent move and giving u food instead of a proper apology LOLL
#crosses fingers I TRIED TO MAKE HIM AS CANON AS POSSIBLE#bro would tweak if ur grades dropped bc u didn’t eat 3 meals a day LIKE HOWS HE SUPPOSED TO COMPETE W U ON THE CLASS RANKINGS NOW#i think he’d def be softer with someone he crushes on but still kinda strict slash stern ykwim#tough love babey#bakugou x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#mha x reader#bakugo oneshot#bnha x reader#mha oneshot#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff
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You know, it's rather interesting to me that Taylor Swift's parasocial relationship with her fans is honestly more akin to a YouTuber than a writer's. When I scroll through her tag on tumblr/Twitter, it's far more regarding the connection to her personal life/relationship developments than the actual metaphors/fictional story she might be telling. Everything comes back to how her songs reflect back on her relationships with Joe/Matty/Travis/Jake/insert ex-boyfriend here. And what fascinates me about it is that even though she complains about it, she leans into that very perception because it strengthens the parasocial bond.
The marketing for TTPD so clearly being about Joe Alwyn and the songs to Matty Healy. The marketing/video for Red TV so CLEARLY being about Jake Gyllenhaal, with so many of the new lines in All Too Well specifically being digs at him (I'll get older but your lovers stay my age, casting an actor that looks like him for the video, specific lines in I Bet You Think About Me). The fact that songs like Getaway Car and Bejeweled and Gorgeous and London Boy and Lavender Haze being picked apart at time of release and long after for signs of relationships crumbling. The way she uses surprise songs in relation to her relationship development with Joe/Matty/Travis. The damn TTPD "stages of grief" playlists where she deliberately undid/changed the meanings of old songs just to keep her audience speculating on her love life.
It's not sexist to point out that her wielding her love life is a marketing tool and that the strongest connection to her audience isn't the strength of her writing/the composition of her music- it's her deliberate crafting of a connection between her music and her personal life, leaving the audience invested in her music as an extension of Taylor the Person/Girlfriend rather than Taylor the Artist.
#taylor swift#anti taylor swift#to an extent#i honestly just view this as an analysis of her marketing strategy#like hates off to her for being the best possible microcosm of parasocial capitalism#girlie really knew how to harness the teen girl market and good for her billionaire self#she knows how to exploit the very tabloid culture that once strangled her#how to become the tabloid itself#and wield that against ex-boyfriends too but you didn’t hear that from me#joe alwyn#matty healy#travis kelce#taylor swift critical#ttpd#red tv#i bet you think about me#getaway car#bejeweled#gorgeous#london boy#lavender haze
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george rexstrew deserves awards for many things but i have to say. edwin’s bloodcurdling scream as niko gets killed deserves a whole award unto itself. like. that scream did not feel at all like a tv show scream. to a somewhat jarring degree. and i can’t express how much I respect that
#he has a number of very convincing screams and suffering noises which I imagine was an important prerequisite for the role#but this one is just especially chilling and again. jarring. not saying that the other actors are bad or anything but no one even comes#close to competing with george and its stark in moments like this#another screaming moment that I thought he did really well in particular is far easier to gloss over and that’s#when he and charles are escaping hell and he almost gets dragged down into lust#when he’s screaming out for charles he borderline SCREECHES#throughout that arc in general it’s just incredible but yeah#I think part of what makes it so convincing is that he isn’t afraid to be high pitched and genuinely Scream rather than yell#like. he is clearly immune to being put off by ‘you scream like a girl’ rhetoric#I think a lot of male actors avoid screaming and screeching like that for that internalized reason when. if you wanna be as realistic as#possible. a scream is high pitched. if you’re scared for your fucking life it’s just involuntary#I can also see it being uncommon due to difficulties getting that sound adequately recorded but yeah anyway you get my point#tldr: george rexstrew is great at disturbingly realistic screaming and I applaud him for that#I really hope he didn’t have to retake that part too many times..#his poor throat……….#george rexstrew#edwin#edwin payne#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers
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theyre holding hands……(and being shy about it)
hootsie and gricko doodles (mostly hootsie)
both requested by @nicohasperished !
#i ignored the ‘gators cant blush’ thing for the previous request#but i didnt ignore it this time (for the people who like it that way <3)#ngl really proud of how the gideons and kremys hands turned out#honestly i want to make a little ‘how i draw the krew’ thing with things like hands#something about gideons hands being square-ish and kremys being sharp and triangular is so satisfying to me#coalecroux#kremy lecroux#gideon coal#kremy x gideon#i looovee hootsie sm#glad i finally got around to drawing her!!#gricko being a dad >>>#not to get deep or anything#but i think gricko tries to be as present for and as invested in hootsie as humanly (goblinly?) possible because of his dad#who was completely absent to the point where he didn’t even know his name or face or even existence#and since his mom had to work a lot to make ends meet and put food on the table#he knows what it feels like to be a little kid and feel isolated or neglected#of course he had his mom and uncle glorbo but i doubt they were there for him during the majority of his childhood#he doesnt want hootsie to grow up like that#them <3#gricko grimgrin#hootsie grimgrin#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#my art#ouaw fanart#ouaw
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#Nancy Drew#Nancy Drew games#Fred Jones#meme#I didn’t watch much of mystery inc as what’s new was the one airing mostly when I was younger but I saw the movies#from time to time and it’s so nice to see the autistic coding actually I think it’s canon#? possibly and Nancy in the games feels like that as well and I think they should be friends!!#mystery incorporated#Scooby doo#best version of each of them <3
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Robin’s favorite part of Steve becoming a dad (and there really are so many to choose from) is getting to hear about all the ways his kids are learning how to push his buttons (as they absolutely should – Steve wouldn’t truly be a dad if he wasn’t being driven half-insane by their ridiculous antics).
“What are your children up to today, Steve-o?” she asked during a routine phone call.
And Steve replied, “Well, Moe spent half the night in time-out for fucking walloping Robbie with a hardcover picture book.”
“Why?” Robin snorts.
“Never figured it out, but later when we made Moe apologize, she said Sorry for hitting you with a book – which, you know, fine, she could have stopped there, but then she said If you just do what I say, I’ll never have to hit you with a book again.”
“Jesus, she’s like a fuckin’ mobster.”
“Tell me about it.”
Another time, Steve told her, “I think I lost the battle with Hazel’s hair.”
Robin made a sympathetic noise, because she was very aware of Steve’s ongoing crusade to manage Hazel’s unmanageable curls (they're actually pretty manageable, from what Robin has heard, the problem is just that Hazel won't let him).
“This morning I told her we needed to brush it before school and I think her exact response was Don’t people want to see the real me?”
Robin laughs, “Oh man, she’s so cute.”
“Don’t worry – she knows.”
One of Robin’s favorite updates is when Steve tells her, “We had to figure out how to address Robbie breaking into Moe’s fucking Webkinz account and spending all her fake money on gifts for herself,” and Robin can’t help a gasp, because she’s heard all about this Webkinz craze and just how big a deal it is to elementary-schoolers like Steve and Eddie’s oldest daughters.
“Holy shit, she’s diabolical.”
“Yeah. I mean, Moe probably could have picked a better password than password. Kinda thought she was smarter than that, actually, but…lesson learned, I guess.”
#do we remember webkinz?#was anybody else tricked into thinking your webkinz would die if you didn’t buy new ones?#i definitely was and there was simply no possibility of reasoning with me#steddie#liv’s steddie dads verse#steve harrington#robin buckley#steddie dads
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Xaden 🤝 Tairn
Making people apologize to Violet in the most humiliating way possible for almost killing her
#fourth wing#iron flame#xaden riorson#tairn#tairneanach#violet sorrengail#violet and xaden#violet and tairn#andarna#violet and andarna#shadow daddy#book boyfriend#the empyrean#rebecca yarros#liam mairi#rip#deigh#rhiannon matthias#ridoc fourth wing#sawyer fourth wing#basgiath war college#jack barlowe#still not over Liam 😭😭#I will never be over Liam 😭😭#ow#i didn’t think it was possible#that this would get so many notes#hello everyone :)
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Bingchair in the skinhouse must be so happy to have his face sat on by sqq
I- lmao, I’m just speechless. 😭
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tales of 🌈
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74 characters later.... I thought it would be nice to have all of them in the same post :D
#tales of symphonia#tales of berseria#tales of vesperia#tales of the abyss#tales of xillia#tales of eternia#tales of zestiria#tales of arise#tales of graces#tales of series#fanart#I can’t possibly tag every character but I think I didn’t miss any game at least
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