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luminousjellyfishy · 9 months ago

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No matter what fandom I become obsessed with, I always come back to UTMV

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piedpip3rrr · 7 months ago

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Thee kiddos

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ynnu-64 · 4 months ago

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Tears in my togachaco eyes ,,,

#togachako #bnha #bnha fanart #togachako fanart #toga himiko #ochako uraraka #ochaco uraraka #don’t know if her name is with k or c….#togachaco #togachaco fanart #started drawing this..took a break…read a whole bunch of fanfics with them #cried and finished the drawing #my art #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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moodyvoid · 6 months ago

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DEADPOOL MAKING A DABI REFERENCE

#I’m going to be very normal about this #no im not #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #league of villains #Dabi #touya todoroki #Bnha dabi #mha dabi #Deadpool #wade wilson

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max-nicoxfandom · 3 months ago

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Me looking at fanart of characters being friends who are also friends in canon: *practically in tears clenching my first over my chest* ouhgg they're so friends

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connorsui · 20 days ago

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He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”