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okay what the fuck i looked up “raya and the last dragon raya smirking” as a reference to a drawing i wanted to do and all im getting is photos of raya with the caption “Kelly Marie Tran Says Her Disney Princess, Raya, is Gay” and like???? yes??? was that not obvious??? but also like please just give me a photo of raya smirking i am literally begging you google please

finally thank you

okay what the fuck i looked up “raya and the last dragon raya smirking” as a reference to a drawing i wanted to do and all im getting is photos of raya with the caption “Kelly Marie Tran Says Her Disney Princess, Raya, is Gay” and like???? yes??? was that not obvious??? but also like please just give me a photo of raya smirking i am literally begging you google please

wait i forgot i can draw

concept: baz with the little bun 

if anyone has any artistic skill at all please draw this or show me a drawing of it

im on page 32 of the song of achilles (first time reading it) and if these two fuckers dont kiss soon-

they’re too adorable i cant 

“this absolute fucking dumbass, lets pour in a pinch of snark- oops, that was the whole cup-”

Reblog this with something you've said out loud about ur OCs, I'll go first:

"What is UP with this NERD?"

achilles is 100% a bottom

Not my OTP, but a pair of characters I’ve been working on.

 I hear my name. Dione. I look up from my plate, and Rose is staring at me with concern.

“Sorry. I spaced out.”  She smiles softly at me, that painstakingly beautiful smile. 

Walking over to me, she kisses my forehead lightly. I stand up, moving towards the kitchen to help her prepare. Out of everything I didn’t know about her, the most shocking to me was that she was an amazing cook. No matter what she made, it always tasted amazing, and it always came out looking better than the picture in the cookbook. 

I didn’t know how she did it. Whenever I cooked, it would fail miserably. 

I bring the candles to our table, and have to admit that it looks amazing. 

She brings the food to the table, and we both sit down. 

After eating in silence for a few minutes, she murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear, “This really isn’t our style, is it? Romantic candlelit dinner?” 

I laugh softly. “Not really. Movie?” We both grin and pick up our plates, moving to the couch. She starts the movie, curled against me, the food already forgotten. 

Every now and then, one of us would place a featherlight kiss against the other’s face, or brush a strand of hair from our eyes. The second time I move to pull Rose’s hair back, I see that she’s fallen asleep in my arms. 

Carefully, as to not wake her up, I paused the TV, then switch it off.

I am slowly lulled to sleep by her soft breaths, both of us asleep, tangled in each other’s arms.

Imagine your OTP having a candlelit dinner and then falling asleep in each others arms

mY eMoTiOnAl SuPpOrT tUmBlRcRyPtIdS

i love him