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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
taylor price
hello vonnie
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Janaina Medeiros
Today's Document
Misplaced Lens Cap


oozey mess
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Three Goblin Art
todays bird
will byers stan first human second
AnasAbdin
noise dept.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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it gets to a point that is just weirder if they didn't fuck
you did all this and it was not even because you wanted to bang him? weirdo
i am very weak for the “ruthless person who develops one (1) ounce of ethics because the person they are obsessed with wouldn’t approve of murder” thing.
you really do meet some of the loveliest people talking about blood and sex on the internet

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it’s so special to me that so much of fan culture is textual analysis for the love of the game. like thank god there are people in my phone who are also thinking about this thing i love so much that they are writing transformative fiction as character studies and setting clips of the show to music with theme-relevant lyrics and writing long text posts analyzing every line of dialogue like!! yay!!!
ai could never outdo my beautiful perverted mutuals
this is because they write with their mind penis and have terrible childhoods and horrible luck, which seems to be the key factor in writing shakespeare level smut
and english is their 4th language
Re8 is a game you can play
Idk what it is but like when the good guy is put in The Chair™ I just think what if the bad guy just decides it's Lap Time or whatever
I can do it. I can write a chapter. I am capable of putting sentences together. I know what a comma is. I am Aware of the Character.

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your fic was good you did grammar good you’re the kind of freak people like everything’s cool dude :^)
"what if they fucked" WRONG. what if they ruined each other's lives irreparably. what if there was nothing left but a smoldering heap. what if everything that brought them together twisted and corroded and ripped them apart. and then they fucked.
What’ll it be, Papa?
Heisenberg’s design looks how the guitar riff in Loser by Beck sounds
in the age of repression and purity culture, getting more perverted is the only morally correct course of action
#(thousand-yard sex-disinterested aroace stare) cool opinion. love seeing this same sentiment 10000 times a day on this website
im also aroace. being disinterested in sex and romance is still sexual perversion in the eyes of the state. get more perverted in whichever direction fills you with the most joy!!!!!!

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Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.
heheee the idea of zoro being carried came about through a yarn with @randomexistentialemo who had some excellentttt thoughts about a reversal of @pierogiy's amazing comic here
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Zoro’s first thought is this is going to be such a pain to explain.
His second thought is huh, that’s a lot of blood.
His third thought, arriving late and petulant and somehow the loudest, is sanji’s never going to shut up about this.
The alleyway’s narrow enough that the air feels pressed into it, the whole island stinking like a port that forgot it’s supposed to be pretty for tourists. Rain’s been threatening all afternoon and now it’s finally committing, giving them a thin mist that slicks the cobbles and turns everything reflective and mean. Nami’s up ahead with her staff out, eyes bright with murder and math – two of the bounty hunters are down already, groaning into puddles. The rest have decided that cornering the Straw Hats in a tight space is a clever idea, which means they’ve never met Zoro. He almost enjoys it: the satisfaction of Yubashiri clearing sheath, the weight in his hands, the clean certainty of angles and distance and this is mine.
Then the one with the hooked spear gets clever and the worst part is it isn’t even a dramatic move. It’s not even particularly skilled, for that matter. It’s just timed, a cheap little feint that draws Zoro’s guard high and then snakes in low, catching the back of his thigh like a butcher testing the grain of meat. He feels the point bite like a hot punch, a sudden wet slide signalling the unmistakable give of skin. He inhales sharply through his nose, more offended than surprised as the spear yanks sideways, his leg answering with a lightning bolt of pain that makes the world narrow hard at the edges. For one ugly, hideous second his body forgets it’s supposed to be a wall and becomes absurdly human.
He compensates the only way he knows how: swing like hell. Zoro’s follow up strike takes the bounty hunter across the chest and sends him scrambling backward, tripping over his own feet in a slurry of rainwater and fear. Zoro tries to take a step to finish it – and his injured leg folds like it was never his, enough that his knee buckles and his weight lurches all wrong in some traitorous wobble that makes his stomach twist. He catches himself on instinct, blade point scraping a bright line in the wet stone. A breath later, another bounty hunter sees it; a knife whistles in, aiming for the gap in Zoro’s guard but it never hits – something blonde and furious blurs into the space between them like a kicked storm, Sanji’s foot connecting with the bounty hunter’s jaw with a crack that makes the man’s teeth click together and sends him flying god knows where. Sanji lands light with his shoulders squared, cigarette somehow still lit like physics knows better than to argue with him.
“Oh, good thinking,” he drawls, eyes scanning from Zoro's swords to his leg. “Get yourself a mortal wound in the middle of battle, amazing strategy.”