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I love pintrest and scrolling for hours while Spotify plays, but it's like Pintrest knows I'm terribly gay, because sometimes it'll show Frida Khalos nudes on my feed.

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I crave a type of love that's like Whisper of the Heart. A true studio ghibli romance that makes butterflies exist in my stomach and fills my heart with rolling fields and big white clouds in the big blue sky. I want a type of love that's soft and sweet, dreamy with a touch of adventure.

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Added on since Jodie Whittaker. (which is my wife. I'm absolutely in love with her)

"The doctor is finally dead after 12 regenerations"

"is he though?"

".....you're gonna roll"

"I'm gonna roll" "20"

"I call bullshit"

"The 13th doctor is now female. she's gorgeous and take on 3 new companions"

"A female? this is new. okay, I'll allow it"

Doctor who is just one big dnd campaign. like,:

"the doctor is dead"

"Can I roll?"

"...I guess? but the doctor is dead"

"I'm gonna roll." "20"

sighing "the doctor regenerates into a new form. making it his 10th regeneration"

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"What is your character?"

"A kickass lady time lord who shoots her husband, the doctor, while also being the daughter of Amy. also, she only shows up to inconvenience the doctor" - (because they only can come on certain days because of work/schedule/classes)

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"Can I be a big ass lesbian space lizard with a beautiful Victorian wife and plants?"

Sighing again "sure. fuck it, why not. you'll also get a butler"

"awe yisssss"

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"Ugh, you're such a prick!!!"

"...."

"-Wait, no!"

"I'm now a cactus doctor who helps Madame vastra"

/

"Now the dalaks have taken over-"

"EX-TERM-INATE"

"EVERY TIME. EVERY FUCKING TIME

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"You and rose are on the beach"

"I wanna tell her that I love her"

"Roll."

"1"

smirking "You fade in and out of existence, leaving before you can tell her so much as a goodbye in broken fragments. never to see her again"

"YOU BIT-"

"PAYBACK"

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"You're walking through the museum-"

"Perception check"

"Right now?" The player nods.

"6"

"Fine, you look at the artifacts. A vase, some paintings, a red fez, some plan-"

"I take the fez."

"what? no"

"I TAKE THE FEZ"

"Roll"

"19"

"Damn it"

Just- Dnd doctor who shitposts. Like, everything is to make the DM as miserable as possible, and not surprisingly, the players are good at it.

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Here's a story I wrote. now out on ao3 and wattpad. the link is to the ao3 version to read the rest. enjoy :)

“Tell me again why I should help you with your homework?”  

“Because,” Lance whined as he set his books on the library table. “I have an art project with some kid in my class and I'm too focused  on that to do my English assignment.” 

Pidge rolled her eyes as she went back to typing on her computer. It wasn't unusual for pidge and lance to hang out in the library. Sometimes hunk would come and study with them while listening to lance bitch about his assignments. Pidge would continue to ignore him while Hunk gave some kind of advice on studying that would ultimately get ignored. It was  Mostly his English ones.  It was his bitching about another person that piqued Pidge’s interest. 

“What’s her name?

“Him. and keith? He looks like some 2005 emo with a mullet.” Lance visibly cringed as he described keith. Pidge suppressed a laugh, shaking her head. 

“A 2005 emo? With a mullet no less. Other than his appearance, is there anything else bothering you?”  

“He’s an acrylic artist while I work with watercolour and charcoal. He makes it look soOoO easy, but it's not and I hate him for it. Our project is to paint the other titanic style. I'm going to die pidge, DIE” 

Pidge rolled her eyes again, her thesis almost finished. “Its called gay panicking, and you’re going to be fine. Do the project, then forget about him. This Keith guy seems like a nice kid. Maybe you should, oh i don't know, be friends with him?” 

“Who are we being friends with?” Hunk set his backpack on the floor next to his chair. “Sorry i'm late, culinary 3 was taking longer than expected to clean up today” 

Lance’s head fell to the table with a thud, groaning. 

“He’s having boy troubles. His partner in art is hot apparently.”

“I never said keith was hot”

“Keith Kogane?” Lance nodded.  Hunk thought back to his economics class.

“He sits one row down and to the left of me. Nice dude. Sometimes I can see the wikipedia page open on his laptop and it's always some cryptid.”  

“Even better. Ugh, i'm going to jump in front of a bus” 

Pidge  packed up Her belongings, giving Lance a sympathetic look. Hunk clapped lance on the back. “ I know Keith, he’s my co-host. Anyway, Good luck. And don't die yet! We want a full report tomorrow!” 

All Lance gave back was a thumbs up as he packed up his belongings. “psh, I have to go over right now to talk about our project. That bus is looking like a pretty good choice right now” 

They all laughed as he walked out of the library. Their goodbyes echoing in lanced brain as he walked through the long corridors to the dorm rooms. Keith had given Lance his room number earlier in class, so that Lance could come over and they could discuss the best way to go about their project. 

“Stupid fucking acrylics” lance muttered as he gathered the courage to knock on keith’s door. 

Now, the college was one that had dorm rooms built into the college itself. It had four stories, and the shape it made was rather obscure. The freshmen have the bottom floor, the first floor with most of the drama majors and  auditorium for the theatre majors to put on plays. The sophmores have the second floor, and so on. There were two libraries. One in the north wing and the other in the southeast wing. Keith’s dorm room was in one of the farthest hallways, making Lance's trip a nerve racking experience as he thought of every bad possible outcome that could happen. But as he was standing in front of Keith's door now, his mind went blank. His fist rapped on the wood softly, hands clammy as they gripped his bookbag strap and fidgeted with it. 

“Hello?” Keith’s head popped around the door as he opened it, eyebrows stitched together in confusion. He had forgotten that lance would be coming over. His hair was tied back and he was wearing black glasses that framed his face nicely. 

Lance was having a hard time breathing. The window behind Keith had the curtains pulled back. The setting sun cast a rainbow of colour behind him, and lance? Lance was wide eyed  and very aware of the sleep marks that littered Keith's cheek. 

“Uh- what?”

“Hi! You wanted to talk earlier about our art project?” lance fumbled over his words as he spoke.  “ I can come back later if you’re busy-”

“No! No, it's fine. I just took a small nap. Please, do come in” Keith stepped to the side, flashing a small smile towards lance. Lance returned the smile as he walked past. The dorm was the same as his, except there were way more posters on Keith's wall and, wait, was that a cryptid case connected with red string? 

As Lance looked through each case taped to the wall, Keith moved to the mini fridge. “Are you thirsty?” 

“Hm? Oh, no. i'm good, thank you though. So about our project…” lance sat in the ugly green chair that every dorm was provided with, getting the instructions out of his bag. The teacher had provided a list of Do’s and Don'ts for the students to follow. Some included, and were not limited to: Don’t stick anything in the clay, Do use colour, Don’t imprint your body onto a canvas/clay/piece of work. It should have been self explained, but most people wouldn't even read the directions.  

“I was thinking that maybe we should get to know each other more since, well, we’ll be practically naked in front of the other for this project” Keith sat on the other chair, sipping his coke. He nodded, setting it down on the stand beside him. 

“Okay then. I'm Keith, I like cryptids. I have my own blog. Sometimes I go down into the broadcasting room and talk on this show a friend of mine had created. My brother works here, and I hate my roommate. “ pursing his lips, Keith gestured for Lance to go. “Oh, and i have one of the only walk in closets on campus” 

“You- what? No way. Show me.” 

“Show you?”

“Yeah,” Lance shrugged. “I wanna see it. There’s no way that you have the only  walk-in closet on the Garrison institute campus. I call bullshit” 

Keith stood abruptly from his chair, he grabbed lance by the wrist and pulled him to the closet. Stumbling to catch up, lance followed. The room was noticeably bigger than most dorms that lance had been in before. The door to the closet was an eggshell white, and when Keith opened it and turned on the lights, Lance's jaw fell open. 

“See? Told you so”

Lance wasn't listening as he walked into the closet, looking at the shelving. 

“I’ve never seen one built like this. It isn't bad though.” 

The door to the dorm opened. A male voice and a female voice were arguing. It seemed to lance like it was playful arguing, but Keith's face said otherwise. 

“Fuck, that’s my roommate and his girlfriend. I'm avoiding him right now, so we’re just gonna stay in here for a bit” Keith closed the door to the closet, then moved to sit on the floor. 

“What did he do to piss you off enough to stay in a fucking closet?”

“He’s been a huge dick for the past two weeks. It’s nothing but arguing, him bringing his girlfriend over and kicking me out. And then he spilt coffee all over a midterm paper I had finished and did nothing about it. Oh, and lets not forget the time he brought another girl over to makeout with while he’s still dating his girlfriend” Keith huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest. Lance sat next to him. 

“That’s not bad. At least your roommate isn't your friend's brother. Who, by the way, is a walking shitpost. He makes all kinds of meme references in the cringiest ways. Plus he’s super hot, so it's distracting whenever he-”

“You like guys?” The question was mumble. It wasn't a mean question, or even a teasing one, but one of general interest. 

“Yeah, of course. Im bisexual. Usually i lean towards girls, but there's been a few guys that caught my eye.'' Lance sent a playful wink Keith's way. His toothy grin housing that he was teasing. 

“Jesus, lotor. There’s no need to be upset. I said I'd be at the library and I was. What’s the fucking problem?”

“What’s the problem? You were studying with some guy, Allura,  and kept flirting with him! That's the problem”

Keith sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. His eyes travelled around the room until they landed on lance. Many things stood out to keith; like the freckles that littered Lance's cheeks, or the mole near his hairline behind his ear. He was an attractive guy, Keith knew that much. He was gay for god’s sake! But he hasn't told anyone but his brother.  He protested at first when he was paired up with Lance, and he wouldn't be upset if Lance had complained too. But now that Keith was seeing him up close? He didn't mind as much. 

“Do they fight like this all the time?” 

“Yeah” 

Lance frowned. 

“How do you handle that?” 

Keith sighed, looking up at Lance's face. His eyes were stationed on keith. 

“I dont. It sucks, but i can't do anything about it other than drowning it out with music or podcasts”

A crash sounded from the main dorm, and the arguing continued to grow. Lance noticed Keith wincing at it, and decided to do something. 

His hands cupped Keith's face, kissing him softly on the lips. Keith’s eyes widened in shock, but began to close as he leaned into the kiss. As their gentle kiss grew heated, both males manoeuvred themselves; Keith laying on his back, fingers gripping the back of Lance's neck as his tongue mapped out his mouth. Lance straddled Keith's legs, one knee in between. His fingers gripping soft hips. Pulling at Keith's shirt to take it off. Keith obliged as he pulled at lance’s too. 

Grinding up onto Lance's thigh, Keith whined at the loss of Lance's mouth on his. His whining turned to whimpers as lance sucked marks onto his neck, kissing and biting at any part he could touch. Fingers dipping into the waistband of his pants as lance tried to pry open the button without looking.  

“What are we doing?” Keith said between moans, arching into lance’s lips that had trailed down Keith's chest. 

“This-” a kiss to Keith's collarbone. 

“Is-” a kiss to Keith's left shoulder.

“called-” then to his right. 

“A Distraction.” trailing his tongue back up to Keith's lips, he kissed them gently. Reassuring Keith that he wasn't going to do anything he didn't want to. 

“Tell me you want me to stop, and I will.” Keith shook his head, his eyes looking into lance’s. 

“Don't stop. Please, i-,” Keith blushed, turning his face away from lance’s gaze. “Ugh, fucking hell. I need you.”

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I literally said to a HUAMN BEING "unless you like anal sex and gays, I wouldn't read it".

To a human being. I said that when they wouldn't stop asking about the fanfiction I'm writing 😭

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Doctor who is just one big dnd campaign. like,:

"the doctor is dead"

"Can I roll?"

"...I guess? but the doctor is dead"

"I'm gonna roll." "20"

sighing "the doctor regenerates into a new form. making it his 10th regeneration"

/

"What is your character?"

"A kickass lady time lord who shoots her husband, the doctor, while also being the daughter of Amy. also, she only shows up to inconvenience the doctor" - (because they only can come on certain days because of work/schedule/classes)

/

"Can I be a big ass lesbian space lizard with a beautiful Victorian wife and plants?"

Sighing again "sure. fuck it, why not. you'll also get a butler"

"awe yisssss"

/

"Ugh, you're such a prick!!!"

"...."

"-Wait, no!"

"I'm now a cactus doctor who helps Madame vastra"

/

"Now the dalaks have taken over-"

"EX-TERM-INATE"

"EVERY TIME. EVERY FUCKING TIME

/

"You and rose are on the beach"

"I wanna tell her that I love her"

"Roll."

"1"

smirking "You fade in and out of existence, leaving before you can tell her so much as a goodbye in broken fragments. never to see her again"

"YOU BIT-"

"PAYBACK"

/

"You're walking through the museum-"

"Perception check"

"Right now?" The player nods.

"6"

"Fine, you look at the artifacts. A vase, some paintings, a red fez, some plan-"

"I take the fez."

"what? no"

"I TAKE THE FEZ"

"Roll"

"19"

"Damn it"

Just- Dnd doctor who shitposts. Like, everything is to make the DM as miserable as possible, and not surprisingly, the players are good at it.

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Hey girls gays and theys! in honor of Tim drake being bi (I just got the news from a friend!!!!!!! ), I made a playlist for my boi! and the rest of the batfam. links will be down below and songs will be added daily!

Tim's playlist:

Jason's playlist

Dickies playlist:

dami' s Playlist:

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I've been watching the new Titans series and- 👀 dick grayson has never looked so good. I've written two stories already and a few batfam stories. I'm posting them on my wattpad account (Dunebug03) here soon. Submissions and asks are open for anything related to writing, prompts, or books.

also don't forget to check out my Twitter @Ceo_of_coffee . it's all things that's happening in my life, but as Tim Drake.

I'm also debating on letting my mom get a tumblr account since she keeps asking what it is. after she got tik tok, I'm leaning towards a no.

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I stg, I have 7 followers on Twitter and I expected, like, 0. That makes me so happy.

on another note: it's a Time Drake account and my batman related shenanigans make my mother wonder how sane I am. I just really like batman 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

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I've been trying to read the comics, failed, but know enough about batman to say that batman is a bottom ass twink and you cant tell me otherwise. Bruce wayne, who adopted 4 sons (one is biological) and is emotionally & mentally a parent to about 4 others, hosts grand galas but doesn't flirt with women because he's busy trying to keep his sons out of trouble, wears spandex after hours and patrols Gotham in skin tight outfits with leather. Tell me that doesn't sound like a twink with a leather kink and authority issues. next y'all will tell me the butts match 🙄

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hey writers just-

*yells* FUCK

I need to stop writing new stories, only for them to never be finished. I have 6 in the works, and last night I started drabbles. how the absolute FUCK do I keep motivated long enough to finish just one book?

I have 2 (3?) bakudeku books on ao3 and wattpad, 2 about Klance, and 3 original books.

A Cruel Summer of Feelings -bakudeku fanfic of Feelings being shared under the hot sun, friends asking how summer was and blushing cheeks giving away the hint of something more.

More than a one-night stand- Klance fanfic of lance, a officeworker who just went through a horrible breakup. his coworker, shiro, tells him of a bar. not just any bar, a gay bar. Lance goes despite his protests, and then he sees the beautiful bartender. what's happen next?

Paradise isn't as easy as it seems- klance fanfiction, where lance wakes up after the lions roar from altea. lance panicks as the white walls and baren door show that he's not home where he should be. he's in a mental hospital l, where all his friends are staff.

we lied to keep her safe- bakudeku fanfic where izuku and katsuki live two separate lives. lives, that just so happen to clash with one another. it follows the story plot of "Mr. &Mrs. Smith". an amazing movie btw

And some original books I'm writing include:

A world now known- a cute story about a princess who flees her castle due to her father wanting her to marry a not-so-nice prince. when the princess falls down the fae portal, she finds a magical world that has included mortal devices into their everyday life

[no name yet]- a dudebro story about frat boys who party all night and sleep all day. their classes are on weekdays, but only once the sun sets. Kyle and Byron party with their fraternity house, doing lord knows what. but nothing they do have any effect to them, since they're undead. that's right, this story is a dudebro vampire story, with dumb party tricks and absolutely no consequences. untill they need to feed.

Friday night quidditch lights- Who would have though, that four houses could come together as one on the basis of quidditch? these teens did. as Harry, Ron, Hermione, draco and more of their friends get ready for their midnight game, they invite all students who want to join. pajamas are required and blankets are welcomed. those who don't want to play, can sit on the bleachers to cheer. hopefully the teachers won't find out.

I post them on both ao3 and wattpad 🤙😎 So if you're interested, go check them out at Dunebug03 on ao3 & wattpad

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In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

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So I was tooking thorough some things, and I found tiny bottles of nitroglycerin. a small enough dose to stop heart burn. but that got me thinking, that with bakugo naturally producing nitroglycerin within his pores and body, not only does it help with explosions (as small doses in tablet form given for heart burn/attack doesn't produce or have dynamite in it for an explosion), then he'd be healthy and almost kinda immune to having some heart problems.

given that nitroglycerin opens the arteries and allows the heart to not work too hard for problems to accurately, that would also keep his heart rate increasingly slow when doing fast paced activities or battle. which, in conclusion would mean he can last longer fighting villians.

idk if someone has made a connection like this already, but it's interesting.

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currently: bnha, voltron, homestuck

first: black butler

mist content: vld /bnha

fic writers reblog and put in the tags what fandom you first wrote for, what fandom you have the most content for, and what fandom youre currently writing for

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bold of you to assume the devil would blush. He would soooo be like "yeah, my boyfriend. my absolute LOVER would love something to drink" like the dramatic bitch ass he is

I was visiting hell and seeing where I will end up after I die. I had a chat with the devil and one of his servants came in and asked if his new boyfriend wanted something to drink. The devil got all red and said that I was not his boyfriend and that I was just visiting. My sleek lonely ass then said that I could be his boyfriend if he wanted. The devil blushed even more. We later kissed and I also gained demonic and shapeshifting powers because he loves me. We then fucked.

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Yet, being colorblind was a big issue, and changing the color would often end in argument :/

You’ve always been mocked for your power. It seems silly. Useless even. But in a universe filled with Lantern rings and Kryptonite, the ability to change something’s color is way more powerful than it has any right to be.

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Kiri: do you have a crush ?

Bakugo: yeah, crushing depression. Amirite?