it's KING Edmund, actually

Y'all.... y'all had the MOTHERFUCKING BLUEPRINT for fashion handed to you in the 90s by none other than One Ms. Fran Drescher (better known as Fran Fine from The Nanny [1993-1999]). You had a Fashion ICON give y'all the handbook for the Future and Y'ALL FUMBLED IT! Look at Her

LOOKS! EVERY. SINGLE. EPISODE.

But what did y'all do? Y'all made fun of a Jewish woman's voice and called her clothing "loud" and "ghetto" (and I'm sure both antisemitism and antiblackness had something to do with that but that's a whole nother rant)

Request from @iamliacamila​​: Idk if your requests are open, but, would you mind to do something with Obito/Kakashi of them being f*ck-boys, college AU, and like they mock her or something for being virgin (being virgin is not a bad thing tho) and at the end she gets tired of them and in some way she ends up in some REALLY NSFW with them.

Say less, homie 😈 I’m also part of the Obito army lol

It felt like a thousand degrees outside from the sun’s scorching rays that seemed to sear into your back as you approached a line in the grass outside the dorm building. You were wearing a maroon, loose-fitting romper that fell just a few inches above your mid-thigh and, despite the thin fabric, it did little to quell the sun’s heat.

You stopped to scan the line of bubbly college girls with scrutinizing eyes as many seemed to be eager and excited about something. You could barely make out a group of tables and some knick knacks… 

When you took a few steps closer to further inspect just what the crowded line of girls were going on about, you stopped in your tracks after realizing the source of their giggles and high-pitched squeals. 

You snorted as you saw scores of men in shirts with bright yellow and orange fire insignias, carrying boxes of goods and setting up more tables. You didn’t need to see the suddenly visible “Ko No Has” sign to know that the most popular fraternity at Leaf University was throwing their annual yard sale.

When you turned on your heels to head in the opposite direction to your dorm room for a much-needed nap after class, you heard a familiar, raspy voice from behind you. 

“If it isn’t ma cherie?” the gruff voice said in a smug tone, drawing an immediate eye roll from you as you turned to face him.