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[glitchgh0sty]

The artistic fuel is strong with this one TuŤ <3

Pfft- do I have a problem?… nah. The Transformers Mecha Pilot au has simply taken over an average sized portion of my noggin

Now you must excuse me as I go panic over the new Blurr chapter like a tfo adjacent Bumblebee on an sugar high

[papayaturtles]

🗣🗣🗣 Family Never Cry 🗣🗣🗣

[dairyfairyy]

20 years isn't that old.

18 (and 1/2) is only two years less than 20. At eighteen, Two-bit lived in his laughs and jokes as the world around him deteriorated. The two kids he once babysat would be torn apart. He would say his goodbyes to one without knowing it, leaving the other dead inside.

17 is three years younger than 20. Dallas Winston and Steve Randle would have been in their last two years in high school. The two, instead of worrying about their futures, were forced to run, both taught how to keep their hands visible and keep their heads low when sirens passed by them on the street.

16 is four years younger than 20. Johnny Cade and Sodapop Curtis, the second youngest group in the gang. One dead in an attempt of being a hero, the other working to the bone to be the other pillar of support to help sustain a household. Sixteen is much closer to twenty, but still not far from ten.

14 is six years younger than 20. Ponyboy Curtis, not even fourteen for over two months, living through the unthinkable. Nearly burned alive, five people dead in less than a year, all but forcing him to live a nightmare.

20 isn't far off from 18. 18 isn't far off from 17. 17 isn't far off from 16. 16 isn't far off from 14. 14 isn't far off from 20.

Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. was 20 years old.

[azzibuckets]

Did you change your bio from Azzi fudd’s #1 fan to #2 bc Paige is the #1 fan?? 😭😭💀💀

Yes

[importantchildcollector]

😂

@extra-thoughts-of-mine @erklen11 im calling you thems now 😭💀

Me, with two nonbinary kids in the car, answering the phone: Hey, what's up?

My partner, trying his best but not used to using nonbinary pronouns: Hey, I'm on my way home. Have you dropped off the...thems...yet?

Me: I have not dropped off the thems yet, no. We're on our way, though.

The thems: uproarious laughter

[v6quewrlds]

for like a dad joe idea what if their kid keeps asking them questions 😭 like i saw on twitter some said that u realize u don’t know much when ur kid asks u “why” all the time 😭 idek if that makes any sense 💀 idk happy thanksgiving!!!

you stood in the kitchen, your eyes scanning the countertops for any stray crumbs that had escaped the chaos of lunchtime. the sun peeked through the windows, casting a warm afternoon glow across the tiles and the stainless steel appliances. the air smelled faintly of melted cheese and buttered bread. it a comforting scent that never failed to make you smile despite the mess.

joe was sitting at the table, a picture of calm as he bottle-fed baby noa. her tiny fists clutched at his shirt, pulling it slightly as she hungrily drank her milk. he had that look in his eyes, the one that told you he was in daddy-mode, fully focused on your two daughters.

"but daddy, why can't i have ice cream for lunch?" amara asked, her voice filled with the sweet innocence that could melt the most stoic of hearts.

joe looked up from noa with a raised eyebrow, his mouth twitching with the faintest hint of a smile. "because it's not a food group, pumpkin. unless you've discovered a new food pyramid that includes ice cream and sprinkles?"

amara giggled, her cheeks flushing pink as she took a bite of her grilled cheese sandwich. "what's a food group?" she inquired, her mouth half full.

you couldn't help but laugh as you rinsed the plates. "it's like a family of foods, baby," you explained, turning to face your daughter. "we need different types to stay healthy, like veggies, fruits, and proteins. ice cream's a treat for after we've had our good stuff."

amara pondered for a moment, her eyes narrowing in thought. "do you eat all the food groups, mommy?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and genuine curiosity.

a playful grin spread across your face. "well, i try to, munchkin. but sometimes, mommy has cravings just like you."

joe took the opportunity to jump in. "yeah, and when mommy has those cravings, she eats an entire pint of ice cream and calls it 'balance'." he sat up a bit straighter, burping noa gently. "but we don't talk about those days."

you shot him a glare, which only made him laugh. "very funny, joe," you said, shaking your head despite the smile on your lips.

amara's eyes lit up. "can i have ice cream tomorrow, daddy?"

"we'll see," joe replied, his tone a perfect blend of firmness and amusement. he knew you would have the final say, but he wasn't about to spoil the fun just yet. "maybe if you eat all your veggies at dinner."

you rolled your eyes, but held your protest, unable to hide your amusement.

"veggies?" amara scrunched up her nose. "but i don't like veggies."

joe simply shrugged his shoulders dramatically. "well, then i guess you're out of luck, pumpkin." he playfully poked her tummy with his free hand.

you stepped closer to the table, your laughter subsiding as you saw the look of determination in amara's eyes. "don't worry, baby," you said, your voice soothing. "we'll find some veggies you like. maybe we can try those carrot sticks you liked last week with some ranch dip?"

amara considered it for a moment before nodding. "okay, mommy. but only if i can have chocolate ice cream."

"deal," you agreed, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. you knew the terms of the negotiation would likely be forgotten by the time dessert rolled around tomorrow night. you turned back to the sink, the warm water rushing over the plates and mixing with the suds. the sound of the faucet and the clinking of silverware filled the room, a comforting backdrop to the chatter.

"what's for dinner?" joe asked, finally breaking the silence that had fallen between the bites of grilled cheese and sips of milk.

you scrunched your nose as you rinsed a plate. "you and your daughter sure do ask a ton of questions," you teased, glancing at joe.

"i'm making a new recipe tonight, remember? it's a surprise." you knew he didn't like surprises when it came to food, but you enjoyed watching him try new things.

"surprise?" joe echoed, crinkling his nose at the sound of the word. noa stared back at him with wide eyes, seemingly surprised by his reaction. he laughed softly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. "i'm sure it'll be great, babe. right, pumpkin?"

amara nodded vigorously, her dark curls bobbing with excitement. "yes!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled by the last bite of her sandwich.

you dried your hands and took a seat at the table, your gaze drifting to the clock on the wall. "alright, miss burrow," you said, turning your attention to amara. "let's get you cleaned up. you can play outside with daddy after he's done feeding noa."

amara's face brightened at the mention of playing outside. she hopped down from her chair, her feet landing with a soft thud on the floor. "daddy, can i ask you a question?" she said, her little feet shuffling towards joe as her round brown eyes looked up at him expectantly.

joe, ever the good sport, nodded. "always, amara. what's on your mind, pumpkin?"

"how did noa get in mommy's tummy?" amara asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

joe chuckled nervously, a hint of surprise flashing across his features. you stifled a laugh, cooing as you reached for your infant, brushing your thumb over her plush cheek as she started to fuss in joe's arms. you watched as joe's expression shifted into a slightly panicked look, his mind racing to find the right words.

"uh," he began, clearing his throat before opting to redirect his eldest's thoughts. "who wants ice cream before we go play?"

amara's eyes lit up, and she squealed with excitement. "me! me!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

you couldn't help but laugh. "not so fast," you said, taking the now-empty bottle from joe. "first, let's get cleaned up, and then we'll talk about ice cream."

joe handed noa over with a grateful look, standing up from his chair. "you heard your mom," he said, ruffling amara's hair. "wash those hands and we'll figure out this ice cream situation."

you shook your head as amara rushed down the hallway to the bathroom, leaving joe standing in a daze. "nice save, dad," you said, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

joe shrugged, his eyes following your four-year-old's retreating figure. "i thought i had more time before we had to explain how babies were made," he murmured, half to himself.

you chuckled as you held noa close to your chest. "you know she's the curious type," you murmured, rubbing the baby's back gently, coaxing her to sleep. "we might as well get used to it."

[lonestardust]

9-1-1 LONE STAR more props of Carlos Reyes, Texas Ranger Satchel, Police ID's. Framed Picture of the Reyes family

[kuromi-hoemie]

thinking about how me n my friends used to bully this mean ass security guard and he got roasted so bad he cried and quit 🤭 he deserved it but lmaooo

[wtfaistph-al]

HELP 💀😭

on everyone's soul this is what happened

[the-game-spirit]

sometimes a piece of media just! grabs you by the throat and says, "hey buddy! I'm gonna irrevocably alter your brain chemistry now! have fun with that!!"

and then you just ! gotta deal with that ! you guess !!

[samgiddings]

@staff @support @engineering @music @books

Have you ever considered this is a really stupid layout to have when there’s no way to easily get your account back if you accidentally hit the wrong button???

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[lotus-pear]

soukoku angst

[bookish-cravings]

Ekko is literally the BIGGEST advocate for the undercity and the one that’s actually been helping people and the fact that he’s never brought into conversations about undercity activism and the fact that I’ve seen more people giving Jinx, Vi, Silco, and even CAITLYN credit for trying to help and better their lives is so??

I guarantee if Ekko was a white boy you guys wouldn’t ignore or forget about him as much

Edit: Hey guys!! Contrary to popular belief, this post was not, in fact, an open invitation to try and argue this point with me, and it ALSO wasn't an open invitation to start calling me a bitch or ableist slurs, instead of trying to convince POC that fandoms don't actually criticize/ignore/sideline POC characters at a higher rate, please spend that energy on scrolling <3

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[saintofsacrilege]

im CRYING that’s so unbelievably funny 😭 they got u guys good 💀

but maybe i don’t want to fix him. maybe i want to fix how dc completely dropped the ball with his character because no one understands him like i do. what who said that

the audacity of the official dc account to even post this 😭