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@/maybecowboycore on tumblr + bleach #283, #349, #167, #286

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If Sasuke is Bolt’s teacher, probably.

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Just realize that I haven’t post anything here 😂

Here you go! A mini doujin!

Hope you like it 🙇🙇

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Streets saying that the Deadline article about the strike is fear mongering and propaganda. The studios cannot hold like this. They know this negotiation is the big one, the one that changes entertainment for the next 100 years.

Keep supporting the writers and brace yourselves for more propaganda.

And if you haven't seen it, the great thread that explains it.

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I’ve been having bad days and drawing this helped me remember things.

I hope it helps you, too.

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you can be peeling a boiled egg and think to yourself wow. that was so simple. and then you peel another one and it’s like being in the throes of war. shell everywhere. egg mangled. tears in your eyes. that’s how god keeps you humble

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Source: ♥︎♡ toco ♡♥︎ (1, 2)

Translation: occasionallyisaystuff

Typeset: Me

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/I should be studying for my Finals. LOL, but this is such a good stress reliever.

Perfect Family is perfect!

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If of all I am sorry if I am annoying Ichigio-bun but I have to say this to that anon fuck off and get a life again sorry ichigo-bun if I am bothering you

go kill yourself sasunaru is canon idgaf what you say. naruto and sasuke love eachother, their not fucking brothers you idiot. sakura's love is toxic u dumbass fucking stupid chinese eyed brat, go kill yourself no one likes you dumb bitch

what?? why would you ever say that. That's not nice :(

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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Fluff 18 Pierretasha

18. “did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”--Pierre x Natasha

I saw your eyes They were brown And all the stars Went out And the moon got lost And it fell in Lake Michigan And a tidal wave tore through this town

--Brown Brown Brown, Paul Baribeau

The room is dark but for the candle on the bedside table, and Pierre has a book lying open on his lap, his wife stretched out on the bed beside him. He has been reading aloud for a few minutes now, and Natasha has been staring at his face intently the entire time. He is not sure what she finds worth looking at there, but far be it from him to question it. He continues to read, his voice low and even, but he can feel warmth rising in his cheeks. Eventually, he stutters to a halt.

“Do you have something on your mind, my dear?” he asks, putting a finger in the book and turning toward Natasha.

She smiles at him, her head propped up on one arm and dark hair flowing freely down her back. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

Pierre blinks in bewilderment, glancing around the room although of course no one else is there. “N-no, I don’t believe anyone has, and for good reason. Natasha, I--what are you getting at?”

“What could possibly be a good reason?” Natasha asks, ignoring his question. She moves closer to him and leans against his shoulder, still looking up at him questioningly.

“I--well, not many people look past my spectacles,” Pierre begins, still confused. “But more importantly, I hardly think anything about me is best described as beautiful.”

“Would you prefer I call you handsome then?” Natasha’s own eyes are wide and sincere. No one could ever doubt that they are beautiful. Natasha has certainly been told she is beautiful her whole life, and rightly so, but it is not a word that has ever been applied to Pierre.

“It’s not that,” Pierre replies, struggling to find the words. He can’t look at Natasha suddenly, and he gazes across the room at his wardrobe. She is still soft and warm against him, and he holds her hand quietly. “Handsome or beautiful, neither of those--I don’t see myself--I am not--” He knows he has gone red with shame.

I am not beautiful, and certainly not my eyes.

“Oh love,” Natasha sighs, and lifts a hand to Pierre’s cheek, turning him to look at her. Now he cannot look away. Entranced, he watches as she studies his face. “May I tell you how I see you, Pierre?”

He nods wordlessly, his heart in his throat. He can hardly say no.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” Natasha says, stroking his cheek. “Rich and brown and kind. And your spectacles are charming, even if you don’t think so. Your bearing is gentle and noble, and I could watch you read for hours. I never feel so safe as in your arms, and I am proud to call you my husband. My handsome, wonderful, beautiful husband.”

Pierre doesn’t know what to do. There’s no hiding the tears in his eyes, and he shouldn’t try anyway. If Natasha can cry in front of him, he should be able to cry in front of her, having been moved so thoroughly by her words. But he’s stunned to hear the picture she paints of him, of someone who could be considered beautiful, and he is unable to stop himself from burying his face in her neck.

“Thank you, dearest,” he says at last, his voice low and hoarse.

“It’s nothing,” she says, a hand in his hair. “I love you.”

It’s so simple when she says it, but it still makes Pierre’s heart stop, and he gathers himself enough to draw back from her so he can look at her. “And I love you. I think I’m beginning to understand now.”

Natasha smiles. “I’m glad.” She settles against him and the headboard, preparing to keep listening to him read. Pierre picks up the book from where it has fallen off his lap and flips through it to find where they’d left off. “You know,” Natasha says conspiratorially, “our children are going to be very beautiful. Tall and strong like their father, with soft dark hair and beautiful eyes.”

Pierre flushes immediately. “You think so? I mean, I suppose so. I mean, most definitely. I, uh, you’re right, of course.”

Natasha giggles. “Happy you agree.” She is looking at him intently again, and Pierre carefully sets the book on the floor, safely away from the candle on the nightstand.

“Something on your mind again, countess?” Pierre asks, clearing his throat to make up for his earlier fumbling. His face is still hot, but not from shame this time.

“Yes, indeed, count,” Natasha replies, her eyes bright with pleasure, and she kisses him. She kisses him like she thinks him beautiful, and for a moment, Pierre thinks she might be right.

He doesn’t pick up the book again that night.

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From my original post.

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Ok...Lets joke about relevant for us, girls stuff.

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STOP ASIAN HATE

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