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Yes, it's your AU. I respect it, hope you respect my version too :) In my version, Donald is 29 and Daisy 28, and they're just a month short of their wedding :)
Sing
I found Dad's old room. He was really into grunge, as his posters show. Since day one, Dad has been honest with me and June, but it always seems like there's something more to discover when it comes to him.
I've seen Dad play the acoustic guitar for Mom, but there is a beautiful electric guitar in his room. For some reason, I can't imagine Dad being a rock star. He's shown us some concerts and he certainly doesn't have that presence.
But this guitar screams rock and roll.
I picked up the instrument and played some chords. Nothing too complicated, I'm still a beginner. I was so into playing, that I didn't notice the bedroom door opened.
“You look good with the guitar.”
Dad's voice made me jump. I tried to apologize for touching his things, but he didn't care. His smile relaxed me. He and Mom have that effect on me.
“I thought you only played ballads. You never told us about your grunge phase.”
“Your mother likes ballads. And it wasn't a phase, I'm still as grunge as ever.”
I think Dad noticed the disbelief in my smile because he immediately went to his closet and put on a Nirvana t-shirt and a flannel shirt.
“This is style, May.”
I let out a light laugh and handed the guitar to Dad.
“It's not enough to have the look.”
“I'll play whatever you ask me to. But only if you sing.”
Hearing that I blushed hard. He wasn't supposed to hear me sing. I don't think I'm bad, but... I can't explain it, I just don't dare to sing in front of people.
“I love hearing you, you have a beautiful voice.”
Dad always knows what to say. He hands me a microphone that doesn't even have batteries and hands me one of his t-shirts. I ask him for About a Girl and he begins to play masterfully. I have some doubts, but I sang anyway. My start is a little timid, but as the song continues, I feel better. I love singing, when I do it, it feels like nothing else matters.
When I sing, I'm free.
The song ends and Dad's smile couldn't be bigger.
“You're a rock star, just like your old man.”
I hug Dad and he reciprocates my affection. When we part, I ask him for Lithium. Dad laughs and starts playing.
May Duck
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Removing fact checking is a good move tho. Free speech must win. Musk is just as bad as the liberal left.
twitter is owned by a tech bro supervillain, facebook is getting rid of FACT checking bc it’s “biased” and moving all moderators to texas, tik tok is getting banned (I’ll b using a vpn but still), insta is owned by the dude getting rid of fact checking……but tumblr? good old tumblr? here she remains, vastly unchanged but for the few updates we usually bully staff into undoing. a true stronghold of democracy and free speech. waiting for those who abandoned her to come crawling back. bc yah. we’re still here
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I personally dislike cloning, but I do wish Donald and Daisy to have a son
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I found Dad's old room. He was really into grunge, as his posters show. Since day one, Dad has been honest with me and June, but it always seems like there's something more to discover when it comes to him.
I've seen Dad play the acoustic guitar for Mom, but there is a beautiful electric guitar in his room. For some reason, I can't imagine Dad being a rock star. He's shown us some concerts and he certainly doesn't have that presence.
But this guitar screams rock and roll.
I picked up the instrument and played some chords. Nothing too complicated, I'm still a beginner. I was so into playing, that I didn't notice the bedroom door opened.
“You look good with the guitar.”
Dad's voice made me jump. I tried to apologize for touching his things, but he didn't care. His smile relaxed me. He and Mom have that effect on me.
“I thought you only played ballads. You never told us about your grunge phase.”
“Your mother likes ballads. And it wasn't a phase, I'm still as grunge as ever.”
I think Dad noticed the disbelief in my smile because he immediately went to his closet and put on a Nirvana t-shirt and a flannel shirt.
“This is style, May.”
I let out a light laugh and handed the guitar to Dad.
“It's not enough to have the look.”
“I'll play whatever you ask me to. But only if you sing.”
Hearing that I blushed hard. He wasn't supposed to hear me sing. I don't think I'm bad, but... I can't explain it, I just don't dare to sing in front of people.
“I love hearing you, you have a beautiful voice.”
Dad always knows what to say. He hands me a microphone that doesn't even have batteries and hands me one of his t-shirts. I ask him for About a Girl and he begins to play masterfully. I have some doubts, but I sang anyway. My start is a little timid, but as the song continues, I feel better. I love singing, when I do it, it feels like nothing else matters.
When I sing, I'm free.
The song ends and Dad's smile couldn't be bigger.
“You're a rock star, just like your old man.”
I hug Dad and he reciprocates my affection. When we part, I ask him for Lithium. Dad laughs and starts playing.
May Duck
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Life is like a hurricane!
Della: There's beer in the cooler.
Daisy: What about for the kids?
Della: You can get water from that water fountain and use it to water down the beer.
Donald: Why don't we just give the kids water?
Della, angrily: I suppose you could do that!
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"Happens to all of us!"
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I found Dad's old room. He was really into grunge, as his posters show. Since day one, Dad has been honest with me and June, but it always seems like there's something more to discover when it comes to him.
I've seen Dad play the acoustic guitar for Mom, but there is a beautiful electric guitar in his room. For some reason, I can't imagine Dad being a rock star. He's shown us some concerts and he certainly doesn't have that presence.
But this guitar screams rock and roll.
I picked up the instrument and played some chords. Nothing too complicated, I'm still a beginner. I was so into playing, that I didn't notice the bedroom door opened.
“You look good with the guitar.”
Dad's voice made me jump. I tried to apologize for touching his things, but he didn't care. His smile relaxed me. He and Mom have that effect on me.
“I thought you only played ballads. You never told us about your grunge phase.”
“Your mother likes ballads. And it wasn't a phase, I'm still as grunge as ever.”
I think Dad noticed the disbelief in my smile because he immediately went to his closet and put on a Nirvana t-shirt and a flannel shirt.
“This is style, May.”
I let out a light laugh and handed the guitar to Dad.
“It's not enough to have the look.”
“I'll play whatever you ask me to. But only if you sing.”
Hearing that I blushed hard. He wasn't supposed to hear me sing. I don't think I'm bad, but... I can't explain it, I just don't dare to sing in front of people.
“I love hearing you, you have a beautiful voice.”
Dad always knows what to say. He hands me a microphone that doesn't even have batteries and hands me one of his t-shirts. I ask him for About a Girl and he begins to play masterfully. I have some doubts, but I sang anyway. My start is a little timid, but as the song continues, I feel better. I love singing, when I do it, it feels like nothing else matters.
When I sing, I'm free.
The song ends and Dad's smile couldn't be bigger.
“You're a rock star, just like your old man.”
I hug Dad and he reciprocates my affection. When we part, I ask him for Lithium. Dad laughs and starts playing.
May Duck
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De nada! :)
I would love to see more of Gloria. She's the perfect girlfriend for my boy Fethry :)
There are some comics together (although they are hard to look up in English, but they exist) that are from the 70's, 80's and 90's.
I'm thinking of re-drawing a couple of her drawings with the new design I did and some loose panels.
Thanks.
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I understand. In my humble opinion, they are the children of Daisy's sister (I call her Rosemary as a placeholder name).
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I found Dad's old room. He was really into grunge, as his posters show. Since day one, Dad has been honest with me and June, but it always seems like there's something more to discover when it comes to him.
I've seen Dad play the acoustic guitar for Mom, but there is a beautiful electric guitar in his room. For some reason, I can't imagine Dad being a rock star. He's shown us some concerts and he certainly doesn't have that presence.
But this guitar screams rock and roll.
I picked up the instrument and played some chords. Nothing too complicated, I'm still a beginner. I was so into playing, that I didn't notice the bedroom door opened.
“You look good with the guitar.”
Dad's voice made me jump. I tried to apologize for touching his things, but he didn't care. His smile relaxed me. He and Mom have that effect on me.
“I thought you only played ballads. You never told us about your grunge phase.”
“Your mother likes ballads. And it wasn't a phase, I'm still as grunge as ever.”
I think Dad noticed the disbelief in my smile because he immediately went to his closet and put on a Nirvana t-shirt and a flannel shirt.
“This is style, May.”
I let out a light laugh and handed the guitar to Dad.
“It's not enough to have the look.”
“I'll play whatever you ask me to. But only if you sing.”
Hearing that I blushed hard. He wasn't supposed to hear me sing. I don't think I'm bad, but... I can't explain it, I just don't dare to sing in front of people.
“I love hearing you, you have a beautiful voice.”
Dad always knows what to say. He hands me a microphone that doesn't even have batteries and hands me one of his t-shirts. I ask him for About a Girl and he begins to play masterfully. I have some doubts, but I sang anyway. My start is a little timid, but as the song continues, I feel better. I love singing, when I do it, it feels like nothing else matters.
When I sing, I'm free.
The song ends and Dad's smile couldn't be bigger.
“You're a rock star, just like your old man.”
I hug Dad and he reciprocates my affection. When we part, I ask him for Lithium. Dad laughs and starts playing.
May Duck
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do you plan her to be Donald's daughter?
Sing
I found Dad's old room. He was really into grunge, as his posters show. Since day one, Dad has been honest with me and June, but it always seems like there's something more to discover when it comes to him.
I've seen Dad play the acoustic guitar for Mom, but there is a beautiful electric guitar in his room. For some reason, I can't imagine Dad being a rock star. He's shown us some concerts and he certainly doesn't have that presence.
But this guitar screams rock and roll.
I picked up the instrument and played some chords. Nothing too complicated, I'm still a beginner. I was so into playing, that I didn't notice the bedroom door opened.
“You look good with the guitar.”
Dad's voice made me jump. I tried to apologize for touching his things, but he didn't care. His smile relaxed me. He and Mom have that effect on me.
“I thought you only played ballads. You never told us about your grunge phase.”
“Your mother likes ballads. And it wasn't a phase, I'm still as grunge as ever.”
I think Dad noticed the disbelief in my smile because he immediately went to his closet and put on a Nirvana t-shirt and a flannel shirt.
“This is style, May.”
I let out a light laugh and handed the guitar to Dad.
“It's not enough to have the look.”
“I'll play whatever you ask me to. But only if you sing.”
Hearing that I blushed hard. He wasn't supposed to hear me sing. I don't think I'm bad, but... I can't explain it, I just don't dare to sing in front of people.
“I love hearing you, you have a beautiful voice.”
Dad always knows what to say. He hands me a microphone that doesn't even have batteries and hands me one of his t-shirts. I ask him for About a Girl and he begins to play masterfully. I have some doubts, but I sang anyway. My start is a little timid, but as the song continues, I feel better. I love singing, when I do it, it feels like nothing else matters.
When I sing, I'm free.
The song ends and Dad's smile couldn't be bigger.
“You're a rock star, just like your old man.”
I hug Dad and he reciprocates my affection. When we part, I ask him for Lithium. Dad laughs and starts playing.
May Duck
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Beach outfits <3
Reposted cuz I wanted to fix some things. Steelbeak’s shirt says “Beach Hunk” for those wondering :]
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finding Nemo on crack
Peep this glitch art edit I made for finding Nemo
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"That's why I prefer the 87 Webby! Scrooge is only her adoptive dad/uncle tho like Drake is towards Gosalyn, not her biological one!"
Scrooge & Webby the best dynamic in ducktales ong
I love them so much
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Im fucking dying lmao why did he hit that pose????😭😭😭😭there was literally no reason to do that😭
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