hold my flower

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hinata: (◡‿◡✿)
hinata: (ʘ‿ʘ✿) ”what you say ’bout me”
hinata: (ʘ‿ʘ✿)ノ ”set the ball”
kageyama: ⚾\(。-_-。)  “Kick his ass, baby. I got yo toss.”

OK Piper McLean fans, listen up

I’m Cherokee. I’m a Cherokee girl. I’m a major Piper fan because she’s a Cherokee woman like myself. There’s been some Discourse© about her hair. Sit down, buckle up, because you guys are about to some knowledge dropped on you. 

So the issue is about her hair; people keep drawing my girl with undercuts. I don’t think she would have one, and if she did there’s only one good reason. 

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@klanceweek Day 5: Partners in Crime

Content Warning: Violence

“Have I told you,” Lance says, tone conversational and pleasant as if talking about the weather, “that you look very nice today?”  He shoots a projection in the head and continues.  “I mean, you look very nice every day, but I wanted to comment anyways.”

“Noted.”  Keith drags Lance with him towards a wall they can use as cover, cursing viciously as they narrowly avoid bullets.  “I appreciate it.”

By the time they stop running, Lance is already holding a sniper rifle; it’s almost unfair how quickly the man can create objects in dreams.  “Did you do something with your hair?”  He looks down the scope and pulls the trigger.  Something explodes in the distance.  There’s a lot of screaming. “I bet it’s the hair.”

It is the hair, but Keith will be damned before he admits it.  “Nope.”  A projection is trying to sneak towards them from behind.  Keith throws a knife at them.  “Guess again, Casanova.”

Lance scoffs.  “Liar.  It’s the hair.”

“Uh, no it’s not?”

“You’re lying,” Lance says, singsong voice completely incongruous with the violent chaos surrounding them.  “Your face is doing the thing you do when you’re lying.”

There are perks to being good friends with a Forger, but this is not one of them.  Keith splutters. “You’re not even looking at me!”

“I don’t have to.  I know you too well.”  Lance shoves his rifle towards Keith, raising his eyebrows expectantly.  “Hold my flower.”

Keith sighs, but replies with, “Kick their ass, baby.  I got yo flower.”  It’s worth it when Lance offers him a sunny smile before throwing a grenade at the angry mob approaching them.  

You sure know how to pick them, an imaginary Shiro says with fond exasperation.

I really do, Keith thinks.

Quick drawing and fic-thing from my Inception AU.  Probably won’t be part of the main fic I’m working on, but it was fun to write anyways haha.  Used a reference for the drawing because I am Bad at Poses.

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Dazai & Chuuya // The Camellia flower
The symmetrical beauty and long-lasting quality of the flower have long been appreciated by young lovers as the token for expressing devotion to each other. In the Victorian age, red camellia flowers meant “you are the flame in my heart”. Giving the camellia flower to someone is saying “you are the love of my life”.