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[rejectingrepublicans]

[guitarbomb]

Gibson Limited Edition Murphy Lab Aged 1959 Les Paul Standard

Gibson unveils Limited Edition Murphy Lab Aged 1959 Les Paul Standard with rare Brazilian Rosewood. Gibson’s Custom Shop has recently introduced a stunning new series that highlights the expertise of renowned luthier Tom Murphy. Murphy Lab Aged 1959 Les Paul Standard The series features a limited edition Murphy Lab aged 1959 Les Paul Standard Reissue, showcasing an exclusive collection with six…

[nuzipilled]

full company doodles i gave up on

[treef-greef]

touya pillleeee

[bitchapalooza]

Okay look, its reasonable to make Law a medical student/surgeon in modern aus. But hear me out; kicked out of medical school Law OR fired and license revoked Law who works part time at some restaurant during the day, and by night he's doing surgery in his own basement at a cheaper rate than most hospitals or insurances. NOT out of the kindness of his heart, he just wants to perform surgery.

[nebulastarss]

Oh yay! Time to look through a mildly popular fandom tag!

*spends 20 minutes just reporting and blocking porn bots without even scrolling*

[batcavescolony]

"Why do the kids in the show know everything about Greek Myths"

Well idk if I was told my parent was a Greek God and that put a target on my back for Monsters/Titans/Other God's to use to kill me, I'd learn everything I can! To Demigod's myths are lists of ways they could die, so it's in their best interest to learn them.

[themeraldee]

How would John feel about someone who stops doing something important to pay attention to him?

He's always felt ignored by everyone, Madelyn, Maeve, and now he has someone who, when he gets angry or sad, stops whatever he's doing because "his love is more important than everything." It would be a sweet thing to read, lol.

Homelander has had enough of everyone's dismissal of his importance. What gives them the right to ignore him, discard him, treat him as a lowly supe—if that. They treat him as if he wasn't at the top of the food chain, only sparing everyone out of his own good hearted nature that nobody appreciates him for.

Well. You do. 

Well, to a degree. Even you have some nasty habits that he's slowly weaning you out of. Time spent on 'friends' or 'working'. Your saving grace is that there's rarely an argument between the two of you.

He can give you a visit. See if you truly care for him like you say you do. Or is your love too surface level to prioritize him when necessary? 

Okay, he’s not being really fair. Coming to your already tense as bowstring waiting for the tiniest reason to snap and unleash fury isn’t exactly charitable. But what is a man like him meant to do?

Why should he care for the mindless love of faceless fans when the ones closest to him don’t love him.

To say that Homelander strolls into your office is an understatement. He bulldozes through the door, definitely breaking the hinge mechanism, parking right in front of your desk, hands on his hips, jaw tense and eyes twitching. 

Peering at you through the door to see you at your computer before he even barged in just ignited his anger even more.

Work. work. work. It’s all you care about. Just like her. He doesn’t even want to evoke her name in his mind. A disapproving stare behind sensible plastic-rimmed glasses flashes in his mind. He shakes his head.

He expects the same from you. The bitter taste of disappointment has already settled on his tongue. 

He’s waiting for it. Waiting for an annoyed eye-roll, a wave and a ‘shoo’ or any other disengaged gesture that would just get him out of your hair.

But you don’t do any of that. How could he ever question you?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” That voice. The tone. 

He feels the tension drain from his muscles, arms loosening and falling parallel to his body. In his initial rage, Homelander barely even noticed that your attention was on him the moment you clocked his stomps in the distance, let alone when he decided to give your office entrance an impromptu reno.

You’re already pushing your chair back and rising up, walking around the desk to stand in front of him. There’s zero hesitation when your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him into an embrace. 

He’s not used to this. This effortless love and care you give him. He’s used to it being dangled in front of him. Clear line of sight to a treat that for all his super sonic speed he can never reach. 

Except when it’s given out by you.

“Homelander?” Your voice is soft in his ear. He’s realised he’s still standing stock-still, though considerably less tense. He brings his arms around you. The warmth and feel of you comforts his frayed nerves and hurt feelings.

He exhales deeply, turning his head and burying it in the crook of your neck. He shakes his head slightly.

“It’s—it’s nothing.” He pulls back, the fury already replaced with a sincere beaming smile. “Not a thing. Pfft I’m doing great!” He spreads his arms wide around himself before he slaps them together, the slap dulled by the thud of the leather.

The whiplash of his emotional turmoil doesn’t seem to particularly affect you. You’re still pulling that endearing ‘I’m worried about you’ face and while you look adorable, he wants to kiss it off. You should only be smiling around him. 

Homelander unclasps his hands, pointing a finger at you. “Buuut if you really wanna do something for me, turn that shit off, log off, whatever the fuck. I’m taking you out.” 

Immediately his arms are around you again and he pulls you so close—so fast—that you automatically brace and press the palms of your hands against his chest with a startled giggle. That’s a pretty sound. So much nicer to hear than the disapproving and disgruntled ‘no’ he hears on a daily basis.

He gives in, peppering your face with kisses. From forehead to cheek, from your jaw to your nose. You squirm and squeal under his lips trying to get your words out.

“You wanna go on a date… now?” 

“Yup. Come on, it will be fun. Blow this snoozefest off, let’s have some actual fun.” 

“Alright then, lead the way!” Homelander finally kisses you square on the lips, beyond delighted that you didn’t disappoint. 

Just like you never do.

And just like you never will.

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

"Ford is intellectually smart and Stan is emotionally smart" is a statement that makes me want to nose dive into academic studies in order to single-handedly redefine the categories of intelligence because that *cant* be right.

[graciethegreat]

It got confirmed in the Klub Outside interviews that Yuyu Yayahara’s shikai is in acrylics LMAO

And apparently she uses shikai 24/7 because she thinks the nails are cute, which other squads criticize her for. By other squads i mean Byakuya he probably hates her ass

[agent-mcsweetheart]

redemption fics but they’re just court transcripts of Harry getting breanna out of something that was absolutely her fault but it was for a good reason Harry i swear

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[halflifebutawesome]

"gordon and alyx can have a sibling dynamic i think" wrong interpretation: Gordon sees Alyx as a little sister to be humored and protected, Alyx sees Gordon as an idolized big brother figure correct interpretation: these are two adults who know each other on such a deep level that they are a fucking nightmare. they're the time when i worked food service and my brother came in and asked "hey can i get something to eat" and I glared at him and sneered "I don't know, CAN you?" and scared my unknowing coworkers into thinking I'd finally snapped. except my brother and i don't have alien superpowers yet

YOU GET IT EXACTLYYYYYYYYYYYYY . they're like two cats bonded at a shelter. You get it you understand completely THANK YOU for wording it so perfectly . Yeah. Yeah �� this is so beautiful

[angelpuns]

Leo going through the horrors but the horrors are just that he had a shitt day and no one bothered to save him any cookies :/

[dredgesnails]

mumbo foreshadowed his own death earlier in the session. the minecart track is very finicky, with lots of levers and powered rails to make sure it works correctly. its the kind of system where if you breathe wrong everything can blow up in your face. multiple times mumbo got overzealous and forgot to check that everything was set back the way it should be which meant the minecarts just ran off the edge instead of gaining momentum. and this was still fine, because it didn't kill any of them.

the thing is though, on the part of the track you're supposed to initially place the minecart on they used a powered rail, but most of the time they had it turned off and just nudged the minecart until it ran onto the loop. but this time, someone had turned it on. mumbo, in his haste to try to kill gem, didn't bother checking if everything was safe. by the time he noticed the minecart was moving on its own it was too late.

[princehendir]

Anyways I'm going to be honest I'm always going to have some sympathy for when people knee jerk "well not all homeschooling is bad" because like, to be fair, a lot of people base their anti-homeschooling position not on anything real (like the rampant abuse & neglect it can facilitate) but on the fact that they think that having any life experience that isn't 100% Normal will make you a freak forever and they hate interacting with freaks.