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i know u all think that i have been not writing in the time that ive been gone, but i have indeed been cooking up a shinsou series 😛😛😛

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THE RETURN OF KAWOALA!!!!!!!

hey mak 💗

THE RETURN OF KAWOALA?!??

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IT’S YOU , IT’S YOU , IT’S ALL FOR YOU . EVERYTHING I DO . . .

meeya . 18 yo . they!she . constant headaches and blue slurpees !!

(｡ﾟｰﾟ) masterlists , rules , about me.

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hey yall 😛

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Hii!! I'm new at Tumblr (atleast at posting stuff lol) and it kinda might seem like a stupid question but how do you do different colors in the text? Like gradient and stuff. I can only find straight bold colors like this or this

Sorry if it seems kinda stupid lol 😭😭

i use this website ! if you search ‘gradient text tutorial’ it will give u a few diff tuts !!

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whodafuck is kawoala💔

so so real. kawoala? never heard of her.

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・ DARK RED 等や 轟 » ❪ TOUYA TODOROKI ❫

word count. n/a.

content warning. gn!reader. smau. angst - character death (perchance). profanity. allusions to smoking 🍃. probably ooc!dabi.

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・ LIME GREEN JELLO 勝己 爆豪 » ❪ KATSUKI BAKUGOU ❫

word count. n/a.

content warning. f!reader. smau. injured!katsuki. hospital. profanity. a little bit of PTSD sprinkled in there. people coding (dying).

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・ ROTTEN WORK 京谷 賢太郎 » ❪ KYOTANI KENTAROU ❫

word count. 667.

content warning. f!reader. angst - self deprecation. profanity. smoking cigarettes. bartender!kyotani. mention of one (1) ex-girlfriend.

Loving him is rotten work; he’s known that for years. He cusses, he fights, he’s mean, he doesn’t know when to quit, he doesn’t do the dishes after he’s done with dinner, he walks away, he leaves his dirty clothes wherever he wants to. It’s difficult to love him. He knows that because it’s been said to him time and time again.

“I didn’t even know you cared about me until we broke up,” his ex-girlfriend once said to him. His hands were clenched under the table, eyes roaming over her face. Her hair looked so soft, all he wanted to do was reach out and run his hands through it. “It’s difficult to love someone when they don’t . . . love you the same. Y’know?”

He didn’t know, but he nodded and stood up. Because he’s not a complete asshole, he threw twenty dollars on the table and promptly exited the coffee shop.

And now, three months later, he stands on the corner in front of the shitty bar he works at, resisting the urge to shiver as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. It’s a bad habit that he can’t seem to kick. Not when he gets to talk to you everytime he goes for a smoke break.

You’re nothing special, he tells himself, just a girl who happens to work at the same shitty bar as him. You’re his manager, a little uptight and a lot stressed out. And broke. Which is why Kyotani finds himself buying a pack of cigarettes twice a week, rather than once. Even though he’ll never admit it out loud, he doesn’t mind sharing.

“Hey, Mad Dog,” a familiar voice cuts through the icy air and he resists the urge to grin. He hates that stupid nickname, but maybe it’s not as bad when it comes from your mouth. He turns his head to find you clad in your too-big coat and a scarf. “Can I bum one?” You ask, nodding to the cigarette in his hand.

“You’re cleaning out my bank account with how many cigs you steal, asshole.” His words hold no malice behind them. He reaches into his back pocket and flips the lid of the box open. The tips of your fingers are red, he cringes as your hands shake.

You laugh and stick the cigarette between your lips, tilting your head. “Not my fault you keep sharing with me,” you mumble, grinning the best you can. “Lighter?”

He fishes out his lucky lighter—the one that he got in high school—and stares at the faded red swirls as the lighter flickers alive. You inhale a shuddering breath, letting your eyes close as the nicotine fills your lungs.

“God,” you groan, exhaling heavily. “I needed that. Tonight has been fucking terrible. Two bachelor parties? Who the hell even gets married in winter?”

He snickers and shrugs, shoving one of his hands into his pocket and glancing around the busy street. “Chicks at the end of the bar keep asking guys to buy them drinks,” he says. He turns to look at you and smirks. “They’ve been rejected every time.”

You laugh and Kyotani feels his knees weaken. You’re nothing special, he repeats to himself. Just a coworker—the only coworker that he can put up with.

It finally dawns on him that maybe you’re more than just a coworker, and he almost throws up right then and there. His eyes flit to you; your lids are hazy, lips puckered around the end of your cigarette—his cigarette. Your nails are a pretty color; red, his favorite. He looks away and drops his cigarette, digging the toe of his boot into it until only ashes remain.

“Gotta get back,” he says quickly, turning before you can say anything.

Loving him is rotten work, he reminds himself. He cusses, he’s mean, he walks away. Oikawa tries to talk to him, and Kyotani can only sneer at him. Loving him is rotten work, because Kyotani is rotten from the inside out.

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MOVED TO @earier!!!!!

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MOVED TO @earier!!!!!

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MOVED TO @earier!!!!!

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MOVED TO @earier!!!!!

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will be continuing insufferable (and sorry, wrong number…) on said blog, so dw!!

moving blogs soon… 😬

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hi meeya i absolutely adore you so so so so so much aaaaaaa ily <33333333

bee :’) ilyt angel baby

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hi meeyaaaaa!!!!!!!! i love ur smaus smmm, theyre sooo much fun to read and sosoo perfect. also i read ur user as koala...

u are such a sweetie pie oh my goodness 🥹 my user IS meant to be read as koala!!! so dw about that heheheh

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