#First world bank

[firstworldbank]

[rattlesnakess-den]

[Playing FWB_Security_Footage_127389878921(1).mp4]

HEY BITCHES LISTEN UP. This is a robbery. We aren't planning on hurting anybody but if you don't fUCKing listen we might have to. We're after the bank's money, not yours. Your money is ensured by the feds. You won't lose shit from this. Don't try to be a fucking hero. Shut up and stay down, and we won't do shit to you.

[parkercore-69]

hey its the cute, marketable versions of sam and max!!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[pansunset]

not sure what part of “i’m disabled and broke and don’t have any extra money to share” people don’t understand but i’m still getting donation dms.

maybe i should start talking about killing myself in random strangers dms, that strat seems to be working for the guy who messaged me today!

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Close to losing my fucking mind with my parents I swear.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[firstworldbank]

[rattlesnakess-den]

[Playing FWB_Security_Footage_2837438402(1).mp4]

“LISTEN UP. This is a robbery. We folk don’t intend ta hurt y’all. We’re after tha banks money, not y’all’s. Y’all money is insured by the federal gov’ment. Ya won’t even lose a cent! Think of ya mama, and ya loved ones, don’t try to be no hero. Keep quiet, stay down, and we’ll be outta here before ya know it.”

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Friendly reminder Cap 4 is gonna feature a Zionist superhero played by a Zionist actress and that this is fucking abhorrent :-)

[jennydeathray]

Sprout Likes Cosmic Brownies a Little Too Much

not sure how to upload a fic on here, request from another netizen based on a series made by @/asslicker0420 on tt... first uploaded fic ever plz be nice but constructive feedback is appreciated

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Even before Sprout and Cosmo started dating, their relationship wasn’t any secret. Though, they’re even more inseperable now that they’re openly romantic, and naturally, there are some who have a problem with that.

As per an invitation from Sprout, Cosmo went out with him and the other mains to grab some lunch. There wouldn’t be anything special about that typically, but it seemed like someone was fed up from the start.

Dandy was the self-appointed queen bee. Star of the show, leader of the group, and spoiled by his handler, giving him the biggest ego any toon would see. When he saw Cosmo walk in with Sprout, he debated screaming at him to leave, saying he wasn’t wanted there. However, he tried to keep his cool. Sprout was definitely no force to fuck with. It went without question that he knew how to fight, and fight is definitely what he would do for Cosmo even if it costed his life.

The group had went about their meals without any problem, aside from Dandy’s tense attitude for Cosmo seeping through each and every conversational topic. Subtle snarky comments and condescending giggles started to escape Dandy’s lips without control like reckless prisoners. It was too much to bear, and Sprout was slowly catching on.

Like two pots of hot water next to each other on a stove, the blood of each began to boil.

“Sprout, I’m just gonna head to the bathroom quick, do you mind moving?” Cosmo called out from next to his boyfriend, momentarily snapping him out of his anger.

Sprout nodded. “Not at all, babe,” he replied, standing from his seat and clearing the way for Cosmo like a chauffeur guiding a celebrity out of some fancy limousine.

As Cosmo made his way to the restrooms, Dandy gave him a nasty glance. He scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning back with nothing left but judgement.

The pots boiled over, and as his eyes caught onto Dandy’s petals, he whispered a quick “hell no” before lunging over the table and grabbing one with a grip stronger than a baseball player holding onto a bat.

Within mere seconds, Dandy was thrown to the restaurant floor with a loud, resounding thud. The poor flower couldn’t even gasp before Sprout was on top of him, not sparing any time before he started to wail on the stuck-up brat beneath him. To the others, they were watching a meteor shower hit the same area over and over, creating a crater so concave any land that was previously there was wiped out entirely.

Dandy started to do what he did best, which was whine and try to cower. He screamed as he made feeble attempts to cover his face, “What the fuck!? Get the hell off me! You’re fucking insane, holy shit!”

However, as tears started to form, his pleas and protests were drowned out by the sound of sobs accompanied each possible bone in his face breaking. Out came a petal, a tooth, and even a jaw hinge.

After Sprout initially deemed himself done, he took a step back, admiring his work. Dandy tried to get on his feet to throw a punch, but he wasn’t any match at all at that point. Sprout quickly took off his scarf, wrapping it around Dandy, tying him up like an unwanted Cristmas gift. As soon as he hit the ground, Sprout walked over his body, stomping him at the upper abdomen, causing him to toss his head to the side and throw up on the vinyl surface he was forced down against. Making his way to the flower’s head, Sprout kicked with the last of his might and chuckled as he heard the other’s skull crack, spitting on him as he finally went unconscious.

By the time everything was dealt with, Cosmo had come back from the restroom, and he sure did have a lot of questions as he looked at the shocked rest of the group, Shelly holding up her phone for recording, Sprout’s bruised, bloody, and worn knuckles, and Dandy’s body that could easily pass as a corpse.

“Um, are we going to leave without him?” Cosmo asked with worry. “What about your scarf, too? I thought I told you how I feel about you going around fighting people, anyway!”

Sprout hung his head and took Cosmo’s hand. Cosmo had told Sprout countless times that he could handle himself, but Sprout was an emotional man, and he felt those emotions very strongly.

As Cosmo continued to scold Sprout, the group headed out the restaurant, leaving Dandy on the floor for anyone to clean up, just not them. No one really cared, anyway.

[isasweetie]

just watched the live action snow white… having some au thoughts

[wanderingmoonmen]

google, how do i write my representatives without getting put on a list?

[myhughniverse]

Kylie Minogue - via social media - "Happy Mardi Gras to everyone, everywhere …. WE LOVE YOU!! ❤️"

[bmpmp3]

tbh the biggest thing that drives me towards synthv and cevio/voisona 2.0 isnt even the smoothness and clean "realism" of it all, its actually the fact that said realism allows for more variation in vocal provider pronunciation mouth and tongue positions etc to shine through. i know people in da vsynth scene often use "character" to refer to a voice's robotic or engine noise-y elements (i assume because of piapro and such) specifically but i think the character that comes directly from the vocal samples/training itself is a little underappreciated. cevio ia's か゚-y がs <3