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Thinking ab change my profile picture to this

He is a babygirl, but I love my lolita girl but he is baby :(

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My babygirl and his golden retriever bf

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Me rn (I just got an Amazon prime account AND I CAN SEE THE MOVIES AGAIN YIPPIEEE)

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I really wish there was an option to block some tags on ao3, BC'S, IT DOESNT MATTER HOW MANNY TIMES I FUCKING TRY TO FUCKING EXCLUDE IT, IT KEEPS APPERING AND I'M GOING CRAZY. I DO NOT FUCKING CARE ABOUT SOME RANDOM NEW CHARACTERS IN MY GAY FANFICTION, ITS A FUCKING FAN FICTION FOR FUCK'S SAKE. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THOSE NEW FUCKING WEIRDO, I HATE NEW ORIGINAL CHARACTER AND I HATE HOW THEY HAVE 18478283818281 TAGS ABOUT THEM, I DO NOT CONSENT THEM BEING IN MY PORN, MAKE THEM LEAVE PLEASE!!!!!

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Is there any hairstyle that screams "NON-BINARY" that isnt blue hair??? Just asking 😊😊

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THIS IS SO COOL, MARI LOOKS AWESOME AND SO CUTE, MY LITTLE AMENACE GIRLY💕💕

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Me and my daugther

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MICKEY 35 😭😭😭🙏🏻

)));

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They are.

Nasha has this chart in her room

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She and Barbie (the doll) would be besties

nasha barridge is the character of all time. she's a firefighter and a security guard and a martial artist. she loves her pathetic ass boyfriend more than anyone. dating two clones at once isn't a dealbreaker for her. she can snap a fascist's neck with her legs while holding onto a rope with her teeth. she breaks down giggling over doodles of stick figures having sex. she starts a riot in the cafeteria to defend her boyfriend from bullies. she's stayed with her boyfriend while he dies more than once. she's compassionate and wise and supportive and also jealous and hotheaded and messy. and she's in space!

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I KNOW, RIGHT???? HE WANTED TO KISS HIM SO BAD

18 wanted to get freaky with 17 SO BAD im cryingggg

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and she’s so real for that

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THAT SURE WAS A FUCKING RIDE HUH

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So polite, so kind, Fakeybug is my fave now, I hope she has more appearances for now on

FAKEYBUG

LA TERREUR 05

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Script: @wisteriasymphony , @clemnoir,

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art:@sillysiluriforme, @wormzandgutz

Fight choregraphy consultant 🗿 : @thesillyintern

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I was watching Mickey 17, bcs sometimes i feel like a poser (havent watched many movies of Robert pattinson, mb) and The whole time i was hoping for selfcest like a totally normal person would do.

I feel like a freak... But, THEY HAD POTENTIAL BELIVE ME BRO 😭😭😭🙏🏻

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Clark's there. In plaid, again. Holding two cups of coffee and a brown paper bag that smells like fresh pastries.

Bruce stares at him like he's trying to solve a math problem made of emotion.

"…Why are you here"

"Hi" Clark says, grinning "I brought breakfast"

"Uninvited"

"You gave me a key"

"That was for emergencies"

"And your blood sugar after patrol is an emergency"

Bruce stares, Clark just walks in.

Bruce watches him go to the kitchen like he belongs there. Watches him unpack croissants, pour coffee into Bruce's favorite mug, and hum like he's in a rom-com instead of in a room with the most emotionally walled-up man on the planet.

Bruce walks over eventually, still in the hoodie he fell asleep in, jaw clenched like he's annoyed—but he doesn't leave.

"I don't do domestic" Bruce mutters.

"Okay" Clark says cheerfully "Then I'll do it for both of us"

Bruce takes the coffee and grumbles under his breath. He doesn't sit at the table, just leans against the counter like a gargoyle in socks.

Clark leans on the opposite side, all warm smiles and easy posture.

"You know this is a date, right?" Clark teases.

"It's not"

"You let me in, you drank the coffee, you're eating a croissant. That's three signs"

"You're unbearable"

Clark laughs. Bruce doesn't smile—but he does look away, ears pink.

There's a long pause.

Clark watches him eat in silence, eyes soft. Then—

"You looked peaceful this morning" he says.

"You were watching me sleep?" Bruce deadpans.

"Just for a second. You looked…"

He hesitates, then finishes gentler:

"Safe"

Bruce's hand tightens slightly around the mug.

He doesn't say anything.

Clark lets it hang there, not asking for more.

Then—quietly, like it's nothing—Bruce says:

"You make it easier. To rest"

Clark looks at him. Really looks.

Then he nods, like he just got handed a cathedral in the shape of a sentence.

"I'll bring breakfast again tomorrow" he says.

"That's not necessary"

"Okay. I'll still do it"

Bruce doesn't protest again.

He just finishes the coffee, silent, soft. Maybe not smiling—but not fighting it either.

And when Clark leaves later, Bruce watches him go through the window for a long, long time.

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I was never into the superbat ship until now. This Clark FUCKS and this Bruce CRIES DURING SEX.