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I don't honestly think that there is anything more iconic than zhou and valtteri getting dumped in a bad team with a terrible car and abandoned and then proceeding to mind their own business to the highest level, only answer with each other when interviewers ask questions about their favorite driver friend on the grid or somebody who could be on their team in an escape room, and then do whatever they want in closing after they didn't get signed again by absolutely bashing everybody they felt like bashing and doing donuts at their last race while everybody was focused on lewis switching teams
#baddest baddies#they deserved so much more than that dry ass shitty emotionless disrespectful send off#from their team and from the community in general#FROM THE PRESS#im gonna miss them#most iconic teammate duo#formula 1#f1#formula one#valtteri bottas#zhou guanyu
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I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever
#in fairness i’m sure both past robotniks just assumed her illness would be what killed her h a#sxsg#sxsg spoilers#sonic x shadow generations#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#ark siblings#sonic#comic#my art#doodles#so this was pretty much entirely done 24 hours ago#but ironically was distracted from posting earlier by playing sxsg#and then watching snapcube play it cause her delight is addicting#i’m missing 2 chests and 2 bolts and I wanna see if I can pull it off without a guide haha#anyways now I’m thinking about the fact that maria and gerald probably went back to their time assuming maria would die of her sickness#and how that would change their respective behaviors#i bet gerald would be holding out that maria would still live a bit longer#just cause shadow inadvertently revealed he’s from at least 50 years in the future due to having met black doom before#(which rewatching cutscenes to remember this quote he Did try to play off a little bit with some sort of#‘oh what do you think the alien squid meant by ’this time i’ll beat you’ that’s so crazy’ comment)#so hey maybe it wasn’t a perfect cure but she managed to live another 10-20 years at least?#all the more reason to press harder surely!#meanwhile maria is coming to terms with her mortality at age 14 or whatever she is#frankly I bet she came to terms with it long ago the way she seems to be written#okay back to snapcube
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the h in nhl stands for homoerotic
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#this is my new fave live game :')#chiarot tried to scruff sid and my precious gigantic baby son drew said: NO!!!!!!#also it is my duty as a crazy sid/ek fan to say that after sid was freed from the box and was later back on the bench#ek who was still on ice circled back and skated towards him#and tenderly held him by the chin and said something to him (sweet dirty nothings i'm sure)... sid giggled like a schoolgirl about it#anyway. again a very good game for me sid/ek-wise#ek with his arms open waiting for his victory prize aka sid barrelling into him after the otgwg and keeping his face pressed close...#sidney crosby#pittsburgh penguins#ben chiarot#detroit red wings#again#long post#hockey#nhl#sports#GAY#SO GAY
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The Bronx Zoo has just released Flaco's necropsy results.
He was not thriving, as the people championing the ideal of "freedom" claimed.
He was poisoned.
He was sick.
He was suffering.
"Freedom" would have eventually killed him. A building just happened to do it first.
"Postmortem testing has been completed for Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl that was found down in the courtyard of a Manhattan building a little over a year after his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo was vandalized on February 2, 2023. Onlookers reported that Flaco had flown into a building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on February 23, 2024, and acute trauma was found at necropsy. Bronx Zoo veterinary pathologists determined that in addition to the traumatic injuries, Flaco had two significant underlying conditions. He had a severe pigeon herpesvirus from eating feral pigeons that had become part of his diet, and exposure to four different anticoagulant rodenticides that are commonly used for rat control in New York City. These factors would have been debilitating and ultimately fatal, even without a traumatic injury, and may have predisposed him to flying into or falling from the building. The identified herpesvirus can be carried by healthy pigeons but may cause fatal disease in birds of prey including owls infected by eating pigeons. This virus has been previously found in New York City pigeons and owls. In Flaco’s case, the viral infection caused severe tissue damage and inflammation in many organs, including the spleen, liver, gastrointestinal tract, bone marrow, and brain. No other contributing factors were identified through the extensive testing that was performed. Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors—infectious disease, toxin exposures, and traumatic injuries—that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting."
The naturalistic fallacy kills animals in horrible ways. The romanticism of what humans want to think of as a "free, wild, pure life" cannot be allowed supplant the reality of injury, sickness, and death. Releasing captive animals (or keeping them from being recaptured) because it's "better" for them to suffer untethered than live a healthy, safe, captive life is inhumane and horrific.
Flaco's life didn't have to end in pain, sickness, and suffering.
Flaco's death didn't have to be tragic.
But once the idea of "freedom" entered the chat, Flaco's fate was unavoidable.
#flaco#tw animal death#tw animal sickness#better dead than fed is a horrific mindset#zoo animal welfare#screenshot feat the WCS's inability to remember to remove their editorial template from highly sensitive press releases round 2#colored text#people who loved the ideal of him more than the reality of him#congrats#you killed this owl#I'm still so mad that people who wanted him to stay loose got all sorts of media attention for the elegies they wrote when he died
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How much longer 'til your luck runs out?
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#Aaargh...I have so many thoughts about this scene.#This is a hard goodbye. I'm not your burden to bear. Not anymore.#This is the culmination of years of miscommunication. There was so much love there. They trusted each other with everything once.#I think it is easy to hear the anger in JC's voice and consider him the aggressor in this but listen to the words not the tone.#It is anger yes - but it is an anger born out of love.#Jiang Cheng wanted him to live - damn the rest of the world to hell if that's what it took. And Wei Wuxian chose strangers over him.#Sometimes two people who once flourished together become each other's worst wounds.#A goodbye to someone you once would have done anything for is a wound you don't easily recover from.#Jiang Cheng could have stood at Wei Wuxian's side and joined him. Consider though; as a sect leader his life is not his own anymore.#JC cannot just abandon the fledgling New Yunmeng Jiang without also dooming people.#And that is the lynch pin of it all. Both of them are trapped by duty. And the older they got the more tangled the web became.#The song I linked (Hi Epic fans) is such a good JC and WWX song that doesn't fit this scene exactly#But it does fit *them*. The words of warning that go dismissed. The Tactical Genius who continues to press on.#The seeds of doubt that grow louder until they creep towards mutiny. Ultimatly this *is* a mutiny! It *is* betrayal!#'You rely on wit and people die by it'. Is that not Wei Wuxian?#Just smashing my brainworms together over here. Don't mind me.
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#Tom Hardy#tomhardyedit#usermichi#userdylan#userconor#Mine#the lack of tom hardy gifs from all this venom press is criminal#gonna have to do it myself i guess
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We all know Wymack would have easily accepted Jean as one of his players and I have no doubt that he already considers Jean one of his kids. But like, you can’t tell me that man didn’t almost fall to his knees in relief after realizing he won’t have to deal with the PR nightmare that would have been Jean and Neil doing press duty (and Kevin “I’ve never been skiing” Day) Like he’s been exposed to Jeans sass and I just know that man sent the Trojans coaches a nice bottle of liquor each with a note that just says thoughts and prayers
#he gets a call from coach rhemenn asking why and says just wait#after the first game where Jean does press duty and mildly trauma dumps to reporters while also criticizing the other team#he calls Wymack asking for tips#aftg#jean moreau#neil josten#all for the game#the sunshine court#david wymack
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Taking a moment to honor all the fallen journalists who gave their lives in order to document the genocide in Gaza and the West Bank; wishing all of those who have evacuated a safe journey onwards, and thanking those who are currently still working in the field.
#free palestine#from the river to the sea#free gaza#gaza#palestine#rafah#all eyes on rafah#all eyes on palestine#gazaunderattack#i may not be able to do much#but i can make art to help spread awareness and thank those who have given their lives#the sun will rise over palestine once more#art#artist#palestine art#art for palestine#artists against apartheid#artists for palestine#ceasefire#ceasefire now#gaza journalists#palestine press#palestine journalists
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there's only so much a body can work out, a body can do
Art Donaldson was exhausted.
He was playing tennis for hours a day, exams were coming up, and with Patrick calling from a new time zone every week, he was barely getting any sleep. Even sliding facedown onto the bed next to you offered little relief for his aching muscles.
You let out a sympathetic cluck at his frustrated sigh, dropping your book and winding a hand into his shaggy hair to scratch reassuringly at his scalp. “Poor baby,” you said. “You’re wound up way too tight.”
He didn’t reply, but you could hear his exhale into the mattress. “You need to relax.” You continued, twisting a loose curl around your finger.
“I’m not so good at that.” He admitted in a muffled voice.
“You just need some help.” You paused for a moment, eyeing the tension in his shoulders, the slight arch of his back. “Why don’t you lie down?”
Art tilted his chin up to look at you. “I am lying down.”
“On your back.”
He scanned your eyes briefly before obeying, shirt riding up his toned stomach in the process. “Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that.” You agreed. You sat beside him and he shifted slightly to maintain better eye contact, bringing up an arm to rest behind his head. The movement drew your gaze to his taut bicep, and you couldn’t resist bending down to bite it, just barely hard enough to sting.
You smiled into Art’s skin at his surprised inhale, but you were the one caught off guard when his other arm swept you seamlessly into his lap.
“Hey!” You said, sitting up straight. “Hands to yourself.” He pouted, hand still gripping your hip, but you weren’t joking. When you started to lift yourself off, he caved.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” He said, propping himself up with both arms now. “You’re in charge.”
“Don’t forget it.” You warned. He watched, chastised, as you dropped your own hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until it bunched at his collarbone. Then, finally, you leaned down to kiss him.
Art was a needy kisser, always waiting for you to guide him, chasing your mouth with his own any time you tried to pull back, whimpering when you licked at the inside of his mouth. You loved kissing him, loved how much it worked him up. He was still a teenage boy, after all.
Once you could feel him properly hard beneath you, you began to descend, teeth scraping his jawbone, his collarbone, his nipple, followed soothingly by your tongue each time. Art’s abdomen was tense beneath your mouth as you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his ribs, his navel, his hips.
The tip of his cock was already sticky when you pulled down his boxers and grasped him in your fist, and you wasted no time in leaning down to tongue his slit. Normally you’d tease him much longer, make him beg, but right now, you just wanted to make him feel better. Art could hardly believe his luck.
You pumped the base of him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as you suckled at his head. A whine escaped from high in the back of Art’s throat, and it only encouraged you to swallow more of him down.
“Oh,” he gasped, hips bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, please, please.” You moved a hand to rub his thigh reassuringly, a wordless promise, and lowered yourself further until your nose nestled against his pelvis. Art was panting desperately above you, the noises so sweet you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against his leg. He moaned at the feeling of your wetness, which only spurred you on more. For a while, the only sounds in the room were your slurps and gags against Art's cries.
Before long, you could feel the familiar signs of his impending orgasm, and you popped off. It took Art a moment too long to comprehend that you were speaking, too mesmerized by the string of drool connecting you to his dick.
“Where do you want to come, baby?” You asked again, hand continuing your work. “Hmm?”
“Is this a trick question?” He asked between shallow breaths.
You couldn’t help but laugh, and Art’s chest flushed pink. “No.” You promised, ducking to mouth at his balls. “Anywhere you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? On my face, or on my tits?” His face was beautifully unforgettable when you glanced up, eyes dazed and cheeks glowing as he tried to form a thought. “Come on, princess, use your words.”
At that, Art’s cock twitched in your grasp and you took him back into your mouth, tongue working at the underside. “On your face,” he finally said above you, and your stomach swelled. “Wanna come on your face.”
“Okay, baby,” you murmured. “Anything for you.” You pulled off long enough to soak two fingers in your spit, simultaneously gulping him back down and pressing the pads of your fingers behind his balls. Art clenched down and let out a strangled moan as you rubbed over his hole. You teased him with the tip of a finger, nudging at the muscle but not quite penetrating him, soaking up the mewls that fell from his mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me come,” he panted. His thighs were quivering; he was so close, the tension ready to drain from his body. You gave an encouraging hum, swallowing around his cock, and Art’s gasp broke into a sob as he came. You kept him in your mouth for a moment, letting yourself swallow just a little before pulling off to let him splatter onto your face. Art’s whimpers were delicious as he watched himself coat your swollen lips, your long lashes.
“Good boy,” you cooed, fist still working his cock even as he began to flinch from the overstimulation. “That’s it, does that feel better?”
Art’s head was tipped back as he struggled to catch his breath, but even still, his eyes refused to move from the mess on your face. You kept your eyes on his as you lowered your mouth once more, lapping at the dribble of cum down his cock. He started to whine in protest, it was too much, but you took pity and let him go, rocking back on your heels.
“So much better,” he whispered. “That felt so good, I needed it, thank you."
“Good.” You said, licking your lips. “That’s what I like to hear.”
#ultimately this was born out my desire to help mike faist recover from the press tour#first time posting smut on main dont make me regret it#challengers#challengers fanfic#challengers smut#art donaldson#art donaldson fic#art donaldson fanfic#art donaldson smut#challengers fanfiction#challengers movie#challengers 2024#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson x you#art donaldson challengers#fanfiction#fanfic#oneshot#imagine#smut#mike faist smut#mike faist imagine#my work
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I need Battison to have a Robin.
I need him to carry around a little bundle of joy in his arms. I need him to risk his life saving him from the movie’s big bad. I need him to hold his tiny hands or cradle his tiny face. I need him to crack the smallest of smiles when Robin makes a pun.
I need him to walk into the penthouse, tired and anger and sad, and see his little Robin sprawled across the floor, giggling as his crayons draw him and Alfie and B—their little family.
I him to crawl out of the darkness with Robin. His Robin.
#and I know this version of Alfred will call Dick birdie#I can imagine Dick being captured by a villain and Battison just going fucking mental#and then he gets to his kid and hugs him so so tight and his eyes are shut because he was terrified and he presses his face in Dick’s curls#I don’t know where this came from#maybe I’m depressed?#maybe I need to rewatch the Batman?#dc#dc comics#bruce wayne#batman#batfamily#dick grayson#batfamily headcannons#battinson#robert pattinson batman#the batman#matt reeves#robert pattinson#make battinson a dad I’m begging you
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Source: news1.kr
뉴스1 - 권현진 기자
#leehan#240909#news1#reporter kwon hyunjin#from the press#19.99 showcase#comeback showcase#era: 19.99#event
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Together again
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#satosugu#satoru gojo#suguru geto#I’m not okay#I’m suing Gege who’s with me#and pressing charges for emotional damage#I love them so much im#choking on tears rn#I’m never drawing jjk angst again only fluff from now on
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Coming from a fallout new vegas supremacist, the fallout show was really good some of you are just annoying
#fallout#show#new vegas#the show doesn’t delete the game from existence#go replay it if you’re so pressed#that being said I’m also replaying new vegas
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I have loved you with all myself.
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE, Season 1 Episode 7: "The Thing Lay Still"
#iwtvedit#tvedit#interview with the vampire#vcsource#iwtvsource#dailyflicks#usergayppl#sheisraging#userbrina#tusermarissa#usermicky#userveronika#usershelby#userneve#loustat#louis de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#loustatedit#otp: face pressed up against your longing#mine#louis embracing lestat before slitting his throat is honestly the most romantic thing i've ever witnessed i think about it every day#+ i'm dedicating this set to my friend kelly who watched season 1 after much pestering and badgering from yours truly <33#unfortunately for both of us i think i will only become more annoying
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The Matching Outfits and The Hands 🙌
#this is my favorite look of them from this press tour#no notes#beautiful#stunning#drop dead gorgeous#blown away#also hands hands hands#cuties#i love them#polin#penelope x colin#colin x penelope#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#love#bridgerton#luke newton#nicola coughlan
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james vowles: bye👋logan, thnx👍
alex albon: FAREWELL😭 my BROTHER🥰 LOGAN🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸YOURE GOING TO DO AMAZING😍 SWEETIE I MISS YOU😔 I LOVE YOU❤️🫶
#alex has been fighting tooth and nail for him#they've both been in the worst spot#even if williams needed to replace him the press about it from them has been brutal#all the best to logan though I hope he's happy wherever he goes#and all the best for colapinto too i hope williams doesn't gut him like they gutted logan#logan sargeant#alex albon#james vowles#franco colapinto#formula 1#williams racing
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