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They just did a gender exploration storyline in the new season of Fraggle rock and it was beautiful
#no like you don’t understand#on a kids show they showed a main character open up to expressing gender differently#and had a trans character help him through this too#and it was just so good#and the song was great too#Leah rambles#this was evrything to me
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hangin out with uncle miles
#ace attorney#miles edgeworth#trucy wright#my art#girl dad edgeworth is evrything to me i need MOAR#narumitsu#even though phoenix isnt actually here
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#monster next door#monster next door the series#thai bl#bl drama#god x diew#mjtag#rinblr#boyslovesource#goddiew#they mean EVRYTHING to me :')#this was such a great episode ❤️#mine
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#alex's face journey in gif 2 is evrything to me#rwrbedit#rwrb movie#rwrbsource#red white and royal blue#firstprince#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#henry hanover stuart fox#taylor zakhar perez#nicholas galitzine#gifs#q#*#my stuff
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as someone who has actually played hw this is true I can confirm
art creds to @linkeduniverse (hey I remembered that time yayyy :D)
#EVRYTHING DROPS FUCKING MATERIAL#And then you feel like shit and have ocd until you find it. And sometimes things drop fairy food and it looks like material#legend of zelda#linked universe#lu memes#lu warriors#Don’t even get me started on specials and magic bars
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꒰♥️꒱» Funny Poor Boy eat a Pepsi Funny Cola.
Extracted from this specific moment from one of WayneRadioTV'S Chulip streams bc it lives in my head rent-free.
#lightheaded from laughing so;hard everytime i think abt it ‚ IT TOOK ME SO OFF GUARD THE 1ST TIME#the way he justTHROWS THE WHOLE THING DOWN THE HATCH?? & then immediately dies from it . it makes me insane#chulip#chu♥lip#punchline#love de lic#playstation 2#'tis worth noting that the only reason this happened is bc he was low on health and gaveit to him thinking it was a normal healing item#(fatal mistake)#that fact's essential to my enjoyment of this clip; it's Important that you know this. the “🧍♂️ <- Clueless” vibe of it all#i finally had time to pick these streams back up where i left off & i'm so happy abt it I missed Chulip sm <3 poor boy youre evrything 2 me
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You know what, maybe Paige is right and Azzi shouldn't post thirst traps because i don't think i would survive
#also how is she the only one who knows how to dance#like come on Aubrey i believe in you#jana el alfy#azzi fudd#aubrey griffin#EVRYTHING ABOUT THIS IS MAKING ME INSANE#her outfit the cap her hair her dance 🫠
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Cant get that moment out of my head lol
#impulsesv#geminitay#fwhip#xisumavoid#hermitcraft#empires smp#my art#just the way it starts raining the moment he says it#also the sunglasses just make evrything funnier to me#fanart#joifeeart
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knitted hearts | kento nanami x reader
pt.3 of christmas event! i wrote this for u genie ily 🤍 cw: established relationship, he (over)works at that financing company from before, two (2) petnames
the lights are still on.
that's the first thing kento immediately notices when he gets back; the office clocked him overtime, and so he's late. regrettably, again.
in the past, whenever that's happened, he'd have sent you a text beforehand and came home to a dark apartment; eaten something quick before getting into bed and slipping beneath the soft covers where your resting warmth melts away the stress of the day between his shoulders and his eyebrows.
tonight is different, it seems. the city buzzes with a quiet hum, light snowfall blanketing the roofs and muffling the sound. the holiday season is in full swing; normally, he wouldn't care to know. or remember. if not for the lame decorations around his workplace and the chocolate advent calendar you've been diligently (force) feeding him every night, he wouldn't've noticed at all.
he closes the door quietly behind him, careful not to make excess noise in case you're asleep as he slips his shoes off and hangs his jacket up. after all, you might've just been absentminded or tired, and forgot to switch the lights off. and you blame him for being lost to time.
it's quiet in the house; not dead silent, though. there's soft, ambient winter jazz flowing from somewhere in the house, and the faint sound of the fridge humming, paired with something that's baking in the oven. the scent of soft vanilla and orange settles gently over his shoulders, as if to welcome him home. his half finished coffee sits in a porcelain mug on the stained counter; you'd accidentally made too much for him, leaving you with a puddle of bitter caffeine that couldn't even be finished with your combined efforts. you'd promised him you would chug it over text, but clearly that didn't happen.
he's ready to go through the motions of a quiet night spent unwinding alone when he hears your voice— after endless hours of aching at a desk, clacking away on a mechanical keyboard in the dreariest environment imaginable, it soothes him like no vacation fantasy he's ever known.
"nami? is that you?" you called. your voice is coming from the shared bedroom; you sound tired, and kento can just imagine the sleepy look on your face. he's never been inclined to use the words 'cute' or 'pretty' to describe someone before, but if he had to choose, then he'd use them for you.
he walks down the length of the hallway, undoing his tie and gently tugging it off his neck as he reaches the threshold to your room. the air is warm and soft; it seems so much easier to breathe the closer you are. like the crushing weight of work he puts on his lungs dissipates into a cloud of melting frost.
"i'm home, sweetheart." he's surprised at how rough his own voice sounds; it's almost unfamiliar. he needs your rejuvenating touch; at least, that's what he decides the instant he sees you. you're sitting right in the middle of the mattress, something lumpy, tacky, red and green bundled up in your lap. with something between a sinking realization and a fluttering in his chest he recognizes it as the sweater you've been making for him. you're finishing it up, it seems, from the formerly-wide bundle of soft thread that's been reduced to a meek little crimson string on the white sheets.
it's one of your new interests. you seem to be taking up a lot of those, lately; kento feels as though it's his fault, for never having the time to take you out. yet you're always so patient despite his busy schedule, adjusting to portion out a chunk of time from your own just to accommodate for him. it's unfair, and so one night he vowed to do more for you over a glass of red wine and a fancy white table cloth, freshly cleaned and pressed. that was one of the rare times he'd been able to take you out like you really deserved. "and don't call me by my last name. you're allowed to use my given," he sighs, rather exasperated, but you both know there's only affection behind it.
you perk up, a bright look in your eyes that melts the last of the frost buried in his chest and beneath his eyes. he crosses the room to stand at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt a few to let himself breathe. and he doesn't miss the way your eyes linger, so he clears his throat, and you spring to action.
"i finished your sweater, ken. can you put it on?" you ask eagerly, and he's briefly reminded of a young boy with pink hair like raspberry chocolate and a golden retriever demeanor. a soft feeling pushes at the back of his heart, sending mushy gushiness through his veins at the sight.
you scoot close, holding it up for him to examine. in all honesty, it's not terrible; you get an A for effort, at the very least. the five reindeer look more like those urban folklore creatures, and the tree looks as though it could use seven more centuries under the sun-- but other than that, it's a perfect first try.
"i'd love to, darling, but i..." he doesn't get to finish, because you seem to wilt a little, and it already feels like that crushing burden over his diaphragm is back, but this time it's exceedingly and guiltily unpleasant, so he retracts his words.
"alright." he succumbs with a tired sigh, letting his eyes flutter shut and removing his glasses to rub the spot where the frame has been digging into his skin; normally you'd do it for him, but you're busy adjusting the fluffy pom poms (he didn't see those before) on the sweater's cuffs, so he does it himself.
he hears the tell tale shift of the soft bedding and he opens his eyes again, only to be met with a very expectant look on your face.
"put your hands up."
"...pardon?" a small amount of resistance to your antics is always present, at first. by now he knows you expect it. but this time, it may be much worse.
"you heard me! arms to the sky." he likes your laugh, a lot. it jingles like a gentle wind chime.
"i can put it on myself. i'm not a child," he says, a little cross, but you're undeterred. as per usual. not like he minds.
"please?"
kento doesn't particularly view himself as a man with a great many ambitious, or zealous ideals. still, he isn't a pushover and has a strong resolve. unfortunately for him (fortunately for you), when it comes to you, it doesn't take much for him to crumble. if you willed it, he'd get down at your feet.
with resignation, he kneels down on one leg, as if you're about to knight him. he waits patiently, holding his arms up, and he can practically feel your giddy smile.
soon enough, you're slipping it over his tangled blonde hair— with a little bit of effort and a lot of scratchy fabric. it's too big here and too tight there, hanging off his shoulders oddly and the sleeves are uneven. but it's cute, too-- in the way that a toddler's crayon doodles are endearing, so are your amateur efforts. what matters to him the most, is that you've handmade it for him.
nothing an industry company factory could achieve.
"so? how do you like it?" you prompt as you start to mess with the collar, pinching and pulling the fabric so that it suits his form appropriately. he doesn't ever remember you asking for his size, but you seem to know it anyway.
"it's warm," is his only input. he knows you'll complain— but it's fun to hear you whine.
you frown. "is that all?" there it is— a small, sweet little pout; the minute down tilt of your lips. your fingers dance over his collarbone as you pull the collar of his button up over the rim, and his breath hitches in his throat. kento wonders if you can feel his heartbeat or notice the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows.
before you— or he— knows it, he's pulling you down to sit on the knee that's still propped up, catching you by the rest and meeting you halfway to press a gentle kiss to your lips. he's met with a muffled sound of surprise that quickly melts into a laugh; he can feel you smile against his lips and he wants to devour it.
"so i take it you like it?" you whispered as you lean in, hands leaving the unwieldy sweater to thread through his hair, messing it up to your heart's content after he slicked it to the side. you taste sweet, like chocolate and caramel-- he must've missed the advent sweet for today.
his only response is a small hum— you can feel the vibration, so you chuckle again and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling away breathless from the kiss to knock your forehead against his, gazing into his eyes. there's an undeniable well of warmth behind your gorgeous irises; if he had the time, he'd get himself lost in them.
"good, because i have socks on the backburner and you'll be getting a scarf next."
whenever the lights are off, kento knows you've gone to bed already, without him. but he thinks he could get used to scratchy, hand-knit clothing if it means they'll always be on and waiting for him after a long day of dreaming in front of a desk, all about your smile.
not proofread my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !
#i dont think it snows in tokyo but idk#pretend it does!!!!!!#no bcs i was thinking ab writing smth angsty w gojo and reader on a bus#(TRUST IT WAS A GOOD IDEA)#and then i rmemebered they dont take buses they have train systems.. ... .#im book smart and evrything else stupid#its so windy rn im lowk scared#this ones shorter but thats bc i literally wrote it in like an hour leaf me alonr#kento nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#kento x reader#billet-doux#riko's christmas event#nanami kento x you#kento nanami x you#nanami x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#nanami kento#kento nanami#nanami kento x y/n#nanami kento x gn reader#nanami x y/n#kento nanami x y/n#nanami#nanamin#!!!!!
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someone in my inbox Begging For zombie sonic for like. a Month,,
here r . human designs (sonic is lidderly just Me ..) and . keychain flukes
#zombic au#i miss this!#i . Am almost done w chaoter 4 evrything just so tiring lately#sonic#me#sonadow#bowies art
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I cant be, what you need, I am stuck, in a dream, I am stuck, in a dream.
#sorry for relating to him guys ill walk myself out#anyways this is everso slightly inspired by kizuki eye!!! slightly since i. havent been able to read and havent seen all the goings on😭😭#one day.. one day ill catch up i will.. but yeah i kinda associate this song heavily with lotus dreams and kizuki eye with what i HAVE seen#douma#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#douma demon slayer#btw please check out kizuki eye i begibeg check out tobytoon i beg i beg !! they understand douma and enmu like no one else#anyways yeah.. imagery of interacting with ur own child self haunts me a little#i have dreams like this every so often and i think douma should too because despite evrything i deeply beliece#he too thinks that perhaps. if someone had cared for that child than he wouldnt exist#he too sees that child as a seperate entity#he too sometimes feels that distant yearning to comfort what no longer exists#SOOOORRRY ANYYWAAAYS haha douma a fun guy am i right guys. .
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trying to figure out how to draw this security camera
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show fit!!! it's emo nite burlesque show and then punk pony club drag show, which is a difficult set of needles to thread, but i think i did ok ^^
#silverstarschat#i looove dressing on theme it's evrything to me#i may not be performing this time but u can't tell from looking at me <3#can't believe i still have this tan line from PRIDE tho jdhdhdj i shoulda worn less clothes to pride so it would be more even 🙄
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The Witness | A Widower
#outlast#outlast whistleblower#miles upshur#waylon park#red barrels#outlast fanart#my art#op#drawing#SORRY that like. miles' is fully rendered and waylons isnt#i sketched this what. late march? somewhere during april? started rendering#and school killt me so yea decided to finally blurtthis out#god my rendering is so fucking nothing to me but you dont have to think that. could be evrything#decapitation tw#gore tw
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wanted 2 draw meryl in frilly shirts
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idk who needs to hear this in the year of our lord 2024 but: NO MENSTURAL PRODUCTS GET FLUSHED DOWN THE TOILET.
no pads, no tampons, no tampon applicators, no panty liners, NOTHING BUT TOILET PAPER.
i once saw a tiktok where the person said that tampons can, just not the applicator and nO!! WTF NO
also, NO FLUSHABLE WIPES EITHER OH MY GOD. IDC THAT THEY SAY 'FLUSHABLE', THEY AREN'T. DON'T DO IT. JUST THROW THEM ALL AWAY IN THE TRASH. THERE'S ONE IN THE STALL.
AND I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK IF IT'S EMBARASSING TO TAKE THEM OUT OF THE STALL TO THROW THEM AWAY IF THERE ISN'T.
DO. NOT. PUT. ANYTHING. BUT. TP. IN. THE. TOILET.
source: my dad has worked in wastewater operations for the last 25 years
#idk why this just came back to me but PLEASE#FOR THE LOVE OF EVRYTHING#DON'T MAKE YOUR WASTE WATER TREATMENT PLANT OPERATORS' LIVES WORSE#noelle speaks
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