Obi-Wan: You have been observing Y/N for 48 hours, what have you seen?
Anakin: People fall in love with her very easily
Obi-Wan: Example?
Anakin, holding back tears: Me
name an anime character that has more raw sex appeal than satoru gojo challenge impossible edition
This makes me smiley lmao
Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore
I NEED MORE OF THIS DESPERATELY
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chosen heroes!
I drew Julie and Carrieeeee
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imagine percy jackson with a tattoo sleeve. thats all. (also i can totally see him becoming a tattoo artist idk why tho)
i'm foaming at the mouth rn
This is literally my favorite thing right now, I need more like desperately and the writing is so immaculate :))))
 based on nick and norah’s infinite playlist by david levithan and rachel cohn
summary: y/n takes on a project she doesn’t have the patience for, stiles gets caught in a really awkward turf war of sorts, and lydia has decent taste in guys for someone with terrible taste in guys.
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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.
Not the cliffhanger ðŸ˜
Your writing is literally so amazing and the emotional rollercoaster you just took me on was incredible
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N
Length: 4.5k
Warnings: adult language, ANGST, angst, & aNgSt
Summary: Memories of the night before come rushing back as you wake in your own bed. Today is your last day in your hometown and it seems like you can’t get out fast enough. Will things remain left unsaid between you and Bucky?
A/N: I just about died writing this part there’s just SO. MANY. FEELINGS. I wanted to hurry up and get this out because I know you guys have been patiently waiting (I still can’t believe how many of you actually enjoy my writing) but I also wanted to take the time to make it good for you guys! I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think! If you want to be added to the taglist let me know! (not my gif below)
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The heavy smell of breakfast being made and dishes clattering downstairs brought you to consciousness and the memory of what took place last night along with it. Your eyes swept over your old room, eyes sore from you constantly rubbing them. They felt puffy still as you squinted at the light pouring in from the window. You shifted to your side as you curled up in the fetal position, pulling the covers over your head.
You heard laughter coming from the kitchen and assumed everyone was sat down at the dining table. You didn’t feel hungry. Just numb. You groaned at the thought of your conversation with Bucky last night. Replaying it in your mind over and over, the way you felt when he told you his intentions, the words you had spat at him out of anger, and the look on his face when ripped away from his grasp. The thought was enough to almost make you cry again, not that you hadn’t done a lot of it the night before.
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"It's okay, it's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I've ever loved. The person I'll always love." - Allison Argent | She/Her, They/Them | Requests/Asks are OPEN | 20 y/o | Masterlist | Taglist
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