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Head empty, no thoughts…..(after practice 1/27/25)
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Don’t get me wrong I LOVE business man, CEO nanami as much as the next guy buuuuuut something about country/farmhand/bluecollar nanami is just sooooooo 😩
#like something about that southern romance gets me every time#and he is totally the quiet gentleman type#big ol muscles from being a working man#shows you the sunflowers he planted for you#takes you with when the babies are being born so you can ooh and ahh at how cute they are#teaches you to line Dance even though he’s usually way too shy and embarrassed to dance#but since it’s you he tears that shit up#I have so many thoughts#thoughts loading#will be posting more about this#this is a threat#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#nanmi#nanami kento#jjk kento#kento x reader#kento nanami#nanami drabbles#nanami headcanons#nanami x y/n#nanami fluff#jjk nanami#nanami x you#jujutsu kaisen nanami#jujutsu nanami#nanami x reader#kento x y/n#kento x you#messyhasthots
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honestly my mother was a huge champ about her eight-year-old asking to be bought an unabridged edition of the Odyssey for a birthday present, and then she was an equally huge champ about reading her eight-year-old the unabridged Odyssey as a bedtime story and pausing every four lines to define something for me, and let me just say that I have fucking TREASURED the opportunity to reverse that old tradition by more or less forcing her to sit on my couch and listen to Epic and pause it every four lines for my dissertation
#epic the musical#classics#the odyssey#odysseus#look this is everything you need to know about me as a child#firm shoutout to my mother having handled this whole character arc with aplomb#i read percy jackson several years after this. to clarify. i was a little freak is what i am saying.#i also subjected my in-laws to my Odyssey Thoughts while they were here for christmas#to be honest i do not think they expected me to have a 20 minute speech locked and loaded#but again: they were great sports#incredibly convenient of my child self to have dubbed odysseus their blorbo because now i sound fantastically well educated#when in reality this is EXACTLY the same as me talking for 20 minutes about the animorphs#fuckin gottem
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Dinner at Grian's
#art out the oven#grian#hermitcraft#artists on tumblr#<- this is the most 'artists on tumblr' piece i've made‚ i deserve to tag it /lh#I will reblog this with thoughts and process tomorrow probably. i spent 19 hours on this i'm allowed to ramble a little as a treat <3#edit: made the big image a little better quality hopefully this doesn't take a year to load for people
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need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun#trigun maximum#blood tw#ruporas art#love u when i get to cuddle u and love u when i get to feel ur blood soak into my hands#being this close to one another means the eternal suffering of trying to separate love and mission. love for one and love for humanity#i like to think of pre-vol8 vash as someone who struggles with his feelings for ww bc as equal and as trusted he is -#vash knows his responsibilities and he knows/expects ww wouldn't let him stray from it either. for that he can't take to any romantic incli#and i think itd make him view ww in a stricter non-personal way... If that makes ANY sense.#for ww - take someone who youv gotten close to and ended up liking more than you expected#someone who has a belief and follows it stubbornly - someone who'll get into more fights and trouble more than youv had your entire life#ww thinks of him as a monster but he knows theres a limit he himself can take - i feel like hes considered what might be the limit for vash#for Safety measures. just in case. yknow. whenever he himself might have to load the bullet < him hyping himself up as if he could do it#my point being that the thought of vash being dead crosses his mind more than he'd like. i think its a simultaneous dread drop in his stoma#for failure of the mission - but also an Ok? They can be killed? and also a disastrous gunning of his own heart. considering how much they#both live in their own heads some days are Just the worst ever for them in each others company. but also they lov each other :[ sooo much
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An oh moment of sorts
#sonic movie universe#stobotnik#agent stone#dr ivo robotnik#stone is learning some things. not necessarily the ones robotnik is trying to teach him#robotnik: being a common idiot must be hard. they're very slow to react sometimes#stone: *loading*#pre canon stobotnik my beloved#i like to think stone hated robotnik at first#that kind of devotions must be earned u know?#I was going to include stone's thoughts here#but i decided it was funnier if we just don't know#anyway i have at least one more joke for them so i'll be back
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the thing is like I genuinely can't think of any other sites that are any fun for posting art on where 1) people will see it (both in terms of enough people on the site & in terms of searchability (like with tags)) and 2) they'll say things about it (like they do in the tags here!!)
#sorry I said this before but i have so much fun posting art on here & i go on other sites & even if loads of people interact with it they're#generally not saying anything which seems so lonely#thoughts#not 2 be someone attatched to social media but i will genuinely be really sad if this site goes down it doesn't feel like anyone talks to#each other in depth anywhere else#& idk where to find the sort of people you get on here elsewhere
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A phone call between brothers (takes place AFTER this incident and Fiddleford's phone call)
Sorry if this is OOC!
#mama~ just killed a man~~#<- PLEASE get that reference#anyways- the lipgloss is popping and the girlies are slaying <3 (literally)#psychologically messing with the doomed narrative brothers just for the fucksies and the funsies#as per usual#been planning on this lore drop for a WHILE but got sidetracked- so here it is later than never#A brief insight on how Stan got roped into the whole mess and why Ford is so insistent on bringing Bill back#there's a little more to it like how Bill kinda acted like a parasite in Ford's brain?? and it latched onto his mind until he became#like codependant and INTEGRAL to his brain and whatnot#and then Ford killing him from his mindscape was basically the equivalent of him smashing the load bearing pillar of his mind with a#big ass hammer#sooo it left a GAPING hole where Bill used to be- making Ford believe Bill cursed him or did something to him during his last breaths as#revenge#(which Bill obviously didn't because he was busy DYING- altho it's completely fair of Ford to believe that of Bill- that narsty skank)#so he's trynna bring Bill back to figure that shit out- BUT also ALSO keep in mind that Ford is a leetol bit frazzled atm#he's not in his right mind- so he's making stupid decisions and stupid thoughts#anyways#gravity falls#gravity falls au#stanford pines#ford pines#grunkle ford#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle stan#bill cipher#my art#my writing#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#tw graphic descriptions
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Based on this tiktok.
#I considered making it icecream but then I thought of a comment on the original video that went something along the lines of#“he's loading up on carbs for round 2”#and that made me giggle#also I KNOW the font isn't the exact same as on tiktok but if I downloaded my tiktok versions then the quality would be actual ass so!!!#as a design student I could absolutely just hunt down the og font but I'm lazy#aftg#aftg fanart#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil#all for the game
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intertwined 💝 Happy Sylveon Day! 🎀🩵💕
{ featuring my trainersona and her beloved Sylveon, Fraisette 🩷 }
#pokemon#sylveon#ニンフィアの日#sylveon day#cute#illustration#fairy type#eeveelution#pastel#ニンフィア#pokemon art#pokemon trainersona#trainersona#princesscore#love#hug#kawaii aesthetic#yumekawaii#atompalace art#HAPPY SYLVEON DAY!!!! 🩵💕🩵💕#I intended to do a full illustration like the last two years but then I sketched this and just thought it was such a true reflection#of how much I adore this pokemon and how much she means to me#plus I think the composition came out really nicely hehe#also love to see my trainersona giving normal Sylveon loads of love bc she usually gets drawn with shiny sylvee!#anyway here’s to another year of adoring Sylveon!!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓
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You are challenged by Sleepyhead Puppy!
#EDIT: WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED. I HAVE CHRONIC INSOMNIA. LOL#GET INSOMNIA’D IDIOT#idk if ill clean this up LOL#the kigurumi is based on teddiursa although the one i have irl is snorlax.. id like a pikachu one someday thoug#i actually do tie mine at the waist partly because i get hot too quickly in it. and also it looks cooler that way#the pillow backpack is also smth i owned when i was 5 except it was dora themed#embarrassingly the thing that prompted this design was the eye mask cuz I thought it’d be a cool accessory#and it ended up being the load bearing part.. I didn’t even realize it until now but it looks like kakashis headband 💀#if I cleaned this up I feel like I could make a gym leader with a slumber party theme :3c#my art#myart#doodles#trainersona#pokemon#sona
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i love when the masters in disguise or fobwatched and meets the doctor and they just work so well together. for once theyre not fighting and they cant help but get along brilliantly. glimpses of what could have been
#thinking yana and 10 working together#o and 13 trapping the kasaavin#*looks at blueprint* “spring loaded?” “yep”#love that moment bc she doesn't specify what shes talking about theyre both smart theyve both got the same train of thought its just like.#quick exchange to put them on a similar layer and separate from graham who says he doesnt know what theyre talking about. showing explicitl#that they work well together better than the doctor and her companions. and obviously o is a performance the doctor is meant to like but#he's still having the thoughts#working in sync with her#idkk they cant not work well together it makes me sick#thoschei#best enemies#doctormaster#spydoc#tensimm#doctor who#dr who#the master#the doctor#koschei oakdown#theta sigma#theta sigma lungbarrow
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-Winning the spar-
-Losing the spar-
#kingdom hearts#birth by sleep#terra#ventus#aqua#i'm not sure how many people have actually seen all of these#the little lines the wayfinder trio gives when you win or lose a spar with them in the tutorial#anyways i just wanted to try my hand at making gifs since i thought these would be cute to make gifs out of#i also made it so that each group syncs! if you can get them to load at the same time
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In October of 1967, Steve Harrington is born in Hawkins, Indiana.
He's raised there, forced to live under the strict expectations of his parents, Richard and Samantha. Barely escapes their clutches, freedom fueled by the kids and adults that take the role of guardian and family when the time is right. Keeps himself in check with the always impending apocalypses that arise beneath his feet.
In June of 1985 - when Steve Harrington is 18, while Richard and Samantha Harrington are visiting New York for an extended work trip - Veronica Harrington is born.
She was carried and raised in secret from their hometown. They take care of her between their business hours, dropping her in the hands of nannies and babysitters galore. They don't even think of Indiana during Veronica's early childhood, too focused on work and making sure their daughter starts up right.
In October of 1986 - when Steve Harrington is 19, aged further by ending the Vecna War, yet tamed by his newfound love in Eddie Munson - Richard and Samantha Harrington return to Hawkins.
They don't ask about what happened to their son. They don't ask about the town. They don't ask questions, just give responses to them. Sneering at Steve's friends, complaining about the state of the house, commenting at the disfunctional chaos their home has become.
In November of 1986, Richard and Samantha Harrington disown Steve.
They just let him go. They at least give him a folder of his legal documents, but otherwise just tell him to get out of their house and never use their name again. Claiming Steve doesn't need anything from the room because the Harrington's own everything in it. They don't call him son, they don't say goodbye, they don't acknowledge who's actually taken care of the house, they don't admit most of Steve's former room has changed with money Steve earned himself, they don't dare to give him any money or care where he goes. They just say they're sick of dealing with an unworthy mistake of a child, and force him out of their house.
In November of 1986, the Party's adults adopt Steve.
He runs to them first after everything happens. Held himself together at the start, but broke down the second the words were out. While everyone was trying to comfort Steve, Wayne Munson and Jim Hopper were the first to succeed. They know firsthand that this family would never be the same as blood, no matter how much that blood has boiled and burned before, but the love will be stronger and it will be here. When everyone seconds it, Steve finally accepts it. He becomes a child of the Party - he's everyone's son and everyone's brother, taking whatever surname he sees fit.
In November of 1986, Steve Henderson and Eddie Munson leave Hawkins.
Despite all this good, Steve can't bear to stay in this damned town a second longer, where everyone knows who he is and will soon know everything he isn't. And it's not like Eddie was looking forward to sticking around Hawkins either, especially without his Steve. The kids are the first to agree, surprisingly, and the adults promise to find a way for the boys to get out. Later that week, when Richard and Samantha leave the house to prepare for Veronica, Steve and Eddie break in to take everything that's rightfully theirs. While they're there, not sure what prompts him, Steve makes a bag of his clothes with shoes and his wallet tucked within it, shoving it into his closet. Dustin's mom uses an old favor to get the boys an apartment in Chicago, the Party has one last farewell, and the two boys are gone.
From 1986 onward, Veronica Harrington is raised in Hawkins, Indiana.
Richard and Samantha are adamant in their daughter coming out exactly how she should. They steadily convince the town to forget the Harringtons ever had a son and lock the room on the second floor next to the stairs without ever touching the inside. They raise her with formality and pride at the top of their expectations, wanting at least one child to come out right.
But Veronica is the spitting image of Steve's honesty and care. She puts on a facade when needed, but even at a young age, she wants nothing more than to be someone's light in the darkness. She plays with every lonely kid at school, and tries to make people laugh at the business parties she's dragged to. It's not received well by her parents, but Veronica is much too strong willed and stubborn to let it phase her.
In April of 1991 - when she's 6 and they're so much stronger around their hearts - Veronica Harrington meets Steve and Eddie Munson for the first time.
It's the year Erica is set to graduate high school. Steve and Eddie have been making the drive for every holiday this year, ordered determined to give her the best senior year she could have. It's Easter Sunday, and Wayne somehow managed to drag his boys away to church - a Munson custom, as even Eddie insisted they go.
While at the snack table post sermon, a little girl comes up to Steve, mistaking him for her father. He and Eddie gently comfort the girl, introducing themselves and offering to help the girl find her parents. That's when Veronica introduces herself, striking Steve deep in his heart. Still, he keeps quiet, even gifting her a little origami crane made from napkins at the table. He calls her "chickpea" for the color of her dress, tells her to keep the crane secret and safe, "If ever you need to find your way back home, you hold that close, and it'll tell you."
Meanwhile, Wayne has come across Richard and Samantha in the crowd opposite the kids. Exchanging formalities, Wayne mentions his son and nephew are in town, news the Harrington's are surprised at, as Wayne didn't seem like the father type. However, trying to keep face, they remain civil and insist on introducing their daughter.
Cue Veronica running to her parents with Steve and Eddie in tow. Cue Steve calling Wayne dad right to Richard's face. Cue the Harrington's immediate leave from the church, Veronica waving behind her with a crane placed carefully in her pocket.
From then on, Veronica Harrington's life changes indefinitely.
Her parents' expectations grow tenfold. She finds out she's horribly allergic to chickpeas. All of her friends must be approved by her parents, and any that don't fit their image are ordered to leave her.
Veronica takes these changes in stride - is her class's top student, captain of the softball and volleyball teams in junior high, keeps the friends she wants in secret from her parents - but she can't help but keep the crane in a little box in her room. Gets a necklace with a little origami crane pendant, holds it whenever she needs to make a hard choice. Can't help but expand herself in secret, learn things her parents would never approve of - lock picking, other languages, sleight of hand, a clothing style that's nothing like the dark blues of her family, all warmth and light. She explores every room in her house, yet is unable to find her way into that room upstairs next to the steps.
In May of 1998, Veronica Harrington discovers the truth about her brother.
She's about to be a freshman. Her class was touring the high school in preparation, and while passing the athletics hall, her eyes hit the swimming trophies. Each row stuffed with trophies, and each one with a name that stabbed her right in the stomach: Steve Harrington.
After that, she couldn't bear all the secrecy anymore. Late that same night, she finally uses her lock picking skills to break into that room. And though it's devoid of life, it is a bedroom, so evidently lived in. It's frozen in time, twisted sheets covered in dust, old papers crinkled from being stepped on but not picked up, old clean clothes still sitting in the hamper. It's a boy's room, clearly, and Veronica is careful walking around this place of memories.
She does still explore, quietly clicking on lights around the room, too cautious to touch the overhead lights. She looks under the bed, finding a bat and a trash can lid, both embedded with rusty nails. A shirt that still smells like fresh laundry yet has a back stained permanently with long red lines down the shoulders. Dozens of stapled documents labeled NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT, detailing horrific events that each have that same name signed at the bottom.
With shaking hands she checks the closet, and finds it mostly empty. All except for a deep green graduation robe and cap, a cream Hawkins High letterman, and a duffel bag hidden in the back corner. The cap has a 1985 tassel, and the letterman has Harrington branded on the back with basketball and swimming patches galore. And the bag, when she checks it, looks like a survivalist pack someone would make in an apocalypse. At the top sits a wallet, and inside is an ID for a Steve Harrington, who has the same face as the one in her origami memories.
And Veronica is done. She wakes up the next morning and throws Steve's jacket on the kitchen table, startling both her parents mid sip of coffee. She finds herself in a screaming match with her father, demanding them to quit lying to her, begging to know who her brother is.
In a fit of rage, Richard tells her. Tells her everything Richard and Samantha never saw in Steve, about Veronica's secret birth, the disownment, Steve's disappearance from the Harrington house and Hawkins. She's reminded of that one Easter Sunday, and is told how Richard and Samantha faked Veronica's allergy to keep her mind from being tainted by whatever curse befell their bloodline before. Orders her to never say that name again.
In a fit of rage, Veronica bites back. Calls her parents cruel and overly expectant. Comes clean about her secret freedom. Says she'd rather be nothing than ever carry the burden of the Harrington name ever again.
She hides away in her room after the fight. Cries in her closet with her origami box cradled tightly to her chest, begging it to take her home because this place isn't anymore, maybe never was. Cries for the brother she never even got to meet, who went through so many horrible things yet still got put through this same punishment. Cries for the future she won't get to have, losing her hope for a new beginning that will now never be.
At the start of June, 1998, Veronica runs away.
She makes it through the rest of May in near silence. She writes notes for all of her friends at the end of the school year, and one for her parents to inevitably find. Finds 75 dollars in Steve's old wallet, stuffs the duffel bag the rest of the way with her belongings, and says goodbye to Hawkins.
She takes the first bus she can find out of town. Doesn't care that it's going to Chicago, doesn't really care where she's going now. She befriends an old homeless man riding the bus as well, becomes another interesting name in his "Book of Wanders (Pronounced as Wonders)." As Veronica's telling the story about unknowingly meeting her brother, she remembers the crane in her bag. She reaches in to retrieve the little box, then the crane, nearly crying seeing how disheveled and unfolded it is. Broken and doomed, just like her. But looking at it now after so long, she thinks she sees something written inside it. Despite it shattering her heart pieces, she carefully unfolds the little crane.
At its center, in old, bleeding blue text, reads, "Find the Swooping Bat if you've lost your way."
The old man laughs then, taking Veronica's hand and placing it onto her chest, over her heart. "It's fate," he whispers in the dark bus. "There's a place called that in Chicago."
Veronica uses her money to rent them both a hotel for the night, giving the old man a warm bath for the first time in weeks. She gifts him the clothes as well, saying it's, "an honorary thanks from my brother, for helping me get here." They bid each other farewell in the morning, the old man telling her to keep hold of fate.
She finds her way to the Swooping Bat easily, hand on her necklace guiding her way. It's a quaint little diner, popular enough to be comfortably warm when she walks in. A young lady in a wheelchair - Max, says her nametag, with pins saying things like, "Summer work blows" and "USC grad or bust!" resting on her collar - guides her to a booth next to the sunrise.
"Anything I can get you today?" Max asks when Veronica's seated.
Veronica's fully ready to order everything on the menu, what with how delicious this place smells, but then she remembers her funds. 5 bucks, if she's lucky. "Just a chocolate milk, for now. Biggest one you have, please." She somehow plays off Max's skeptical look, her eyes sweeping over Veronica's no doubt disheveled and no-food-in-36-hours appearance.
It somehow works out, and Max is wheeling away. Veronica allows herself a moment to collapse, stomach growling in pain and eyes burning with the realization she has no idea what she's going to do now. She just has this last bit of hope to hold onto, and without it, she'll be nothing but a husk.
She's not sure how long she sits there, staring at the sunrise and letting sound and AC whisk her mind away, but there's suddenly a little knock on her table. Her head snaps up, and there's Max again, setting down a giant glass of chocolate milk... alongside a loaded breakfast plate.
"It's on the house," Max rushes to explain, all fondness when Veronica scrambles to get her wallet. "Courtesy of the owner. And between you and me," she whispers with a wink, "just take the damn food, kid."
Veronica stumbles over herself for a moment, rendered near speechless, before she finally comes back. She begs Max to thank the owner profusely, before rushing to dig into the pancakes before her. She's halfway done dousing the stack in syrup by the time Max wheels away, when there's suddenly someone laughing.
"Of course," says a choked-up voice behind her. "Can't have any chickpeas starving in my booths."
Veronica nearly drops her fork. She turns so sharply she gets dizzy. Seven years can't change a person that much, surely, because though he's bigger in the torso and he has glasses on the bridge of his nose and his hair is cut so close, he still has the same softness in his voice and the same slouch in his stance and the same moles around his eyes and his smile is so bright despite the tears in his eyes, and though Veronica can barely see through tears herself, it's not like she needs them anyway to know it's-
"Steve!" she cries, scrambling out of the booth to meet her brother halfway. The relief of it all working out has the rest of her restraint collapsing, forcing harsh sobs out of her and into Steve's shoulder. The siblings hold each other in the middle of a restaurant, a voice in the background asking everyone to leave them be. Steve doesn't stop whispering, even as his chest heaves with broken gasps between tears, "You're save, Veronica, I got you, I got you, it's gonna be okay, you're safe here, it's okay, sis, it's okay..."
"That you, lil' chickpea?" whispers a different voice once they've calmed down. Veronica reluctantly pulls away and finds a man kneeling beside them, a hand on Steve's shoulder and similar tears in his eyes. His hair and tattoos remind her of the tamed wild from seven years ago, covered in black in the middle of church yet glowing brighter than the stained glass, the one that Steve looks at in past and present with a glowing love Veronica never saw between her parents.
"Yeah," she whispers, wiping her tears away before placing a hand atop her necklace. It catches Eddie and Steve's eyes and make them beam with pride and relief. "Yeah, it's... it's me...."
#the harrington parents: birthing awesome children yet doing dick all to raise them since 1967#wanna write this out into a full fic but i'd probably just be expanding these exact scenes and shoving a load of dialogue into them#anyway my shower thoughts went a little too hard the other day#who do yall think the old man is btw? i was gonna make him tommy h at first but i wanna know your thoughts#also yes context - steve and eddie's diner was just about to open around the time they first met veronica#stranger things au#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steve x eddie#original female character#technically i guess ????
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pr0shippers please dni!!!
˚₊‧ꕤ nonsharers who have been comfortably loving an obscure or unpopular character for how long only for someone else to come out of nowhere and start shipping with them are stronger than the entire united states military ⏦゚ᡣ𐭩
౨ৎ ��⋆ if you've experienced this before, or worry about it happening, i want you to imagine your f/o reassuring you that you are the only one for them... you've been there for them for so long, so how could what one person thinks of them change what you two have together? whether it's a result of a surge in popularity, or just an unfortunate crossing of paths- no amount of fans or attention (or lack thereof!) would be enough for them to want to love anyone other than you!! they adore you more than anything... they'd never dream of ruining the special love you've shared all this time, no matter what anyone else wants to think ᯓʚ♡ɞ
pr0shippers please dni!!!
#self ship#selfship#self ship positivity#selfship positivity#selfshipping#self shipping#selfship community#f/o community#f/o imagine#selfship imagine#self ship imagine#imagine your f/o#self insert#self ship blog#selfship blog#selfshipper#self shipper#self insert community#f/o x s/i#f/o x self insert#romantic f/o#f/o#fictional other#yoomaria nation dont think too hard abt why i posted this<3tho maybe this is the kick in the butt i need to start posting more lol#ive gotta assert my dominance again.......the only other ppl i knew shipped with her one wasnt rlly a selfship blog snd the other dropped#her after like a month......tho this person here shes apparently their main fo and im like I THOUGHT WE ALL KNEW SHE WAS MINE ALREADYYYYYYY#n theres some other stuff abt them thst i dont wanna talk abt in a post im putting in selfship tags but.not good :( nottttttt good guys#ok probablyshouldnt be complaining this much abt someone else who likes yoomtah in a post ppl are gonna see SORRY.IM JUST SALTY N POSSESSIV#we all know yoomaria is the only true path anyways....reality's load bearing lesbians<3sorry but her and i are a universal constant!!!#꒰ა my lemon meringue
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