I know you don't read the IDW comics, but I thought you'd like Cover RI for Annual 2024 in which Omega can be seen offering Shadow a flower crown with Rouge and Cream beside them
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Oh…. Oh, my heart is smiling….
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My Spider-Man PEZ dispenser is lonely and I have no coins to buy him a friend. Times are indeed tough
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Add a Sci-Fi movie to film studies plz and ty
The film studies course I’m in has no sci-fi and I’m gonna email the teacher to ask him to fix that.
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Hi it's the tooth positivity guy again. I worded this poorly but then the post blew up too much to go back and properly make amends, so here is a new post
If you can't take care of your teeth properly, or just straight-up don't, or whatever, that is also okay! ADHD, sensory shit, poor muscle coordination, allergies, ect. all of that are valid and you are also valid and should not be made fun of for your teeth!
And yes, teeth ARE naturally yellow or grey. The white-thing is, apparently, a very American-centric thing that can actually damage your teeth more, based on what I'm learning in the tags, so yeah, extra fuck that.
Make peace with all teeth. That is all. You all are beautiful, have beautiful smiles, and you should not ever feel ashamed at the prospect of showing joy to others. I love you.
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Headcanon: during his time observing Sonic, Tails noticed his love of comic books, but because he couldn't exactly read them himself, he resorted to the next best thing and made his own digital comics. At first Tails was a little embarrassed revealing this since he thought his fanmade comics weren't nearly as good as Sonic's officially owned comics, but Sonic was ecstatic about it once he found out, and now they draw comics together. Even Knuckles gets in on it, wanting to document the epic tales of his past.
❤️🥹❤️ Please, please, please tell me that Tails makes comics of their adventures! ❤️🥹❤️
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realizing that despite how old she my be, marcille will be younger than falin very quickly. Marcille will have walked the earth for many decades to be a young adult, but only in a few heartbeats will falin look at her with an infinitely more worldly glance. Falin's face marked with wrinkles and her mind filled with the wisdom only approaching death can bring you, marcille will be unable to understand her. Marcille will be too immature, too naive, and too many worlds apart for them too love each other the way they used to. Marcille's body and mind were never meant to change so quickly and by the time she catches up to where falin is in life and can finally understand falin will be long gone.
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My fill for Femslashgelion 2024, for @vassekocho! I choose the prompt 'AsuRei, cuddles', a most blessed of concepts -- hope you like it!
A Comprehensive Compendium Catalogue of Cuddles
bonus:
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thinking about getting hot chocolate and going to look at christmas lights with eddie.
it all would definitely start because you guys have run out of the hot cocoa supplies at home, and eddie will find any excuse to go and get some from your favorite local coffee shop. it just tastes better from there, he always claims (and he says the same thing about you making it for him at home). thinking about the way you both end up with whipped cream mustaches, sweetened upper lips with tongues covered in chocolate as you get back in his van, all bundled up and clinging to your warm cups for a sliver of reprieve from the cold december outside. you’d assume you’re just going to return home, until eddie starts to take a detour in the drive and oh no how did we end up in this fancy neighborhood where everyone has extravagant decorations? oh well!
he knew exactly what he was doing, though. he just wanted to watch you watch the lights. the way your eyes get all wild, the way your grin is so youthful and just brimming with whimsical excitement. the way you get so extraordinarily excited over something that should be mundane after living through 20+ christmases. all these houses do this every year — the two of you make the same detour every single year. it shouldn’t all be so new to you; and yet you always react like it is, drinking it in like it’s the first time you’ve tasted milk chocolate frothing with melted whipped cream and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen shining lights that resemble icicles dripping from rooftops. and the entire time, he’s looking at you like it’s the first time. the first time he’s laid eyes on you, the first time he’s wanted to kiss your lips so badly his own start to ache, the first time he’s ever seen the color green reflected in someone’s iris just right.
every time he takes you, it’s like he’s getting to fall in love with you all over again. he loves it — he loves you.
the only difference as the years go by is the way you look at him, each year with more fondness he didn’t think was possible. for every excited gasp you let out at reindeers made of crystal lights and blow up santas swaying in the unforgiving wind, you’re looking at him with double the warmth, double the love, double the awe.
he hits nearly every mailbox. several cars are nearly victim to a terrible scraping from his van. he swerves all over neighborhood roads just to keep his eyes on you.
“why are you looking at me like that, munson?”
it feels like the first time you’ve ever said his name, too.
“just enjoying the sights,” he’d whisper, smiling so gently and subtly, taking his foot off the gas and letting the van crawl a lil bit slower so you can gaze at the next house a lil longer.
and when you twist up your face, his heart clenches in time with the twitch of your nose.
“the sights? you’re not even looking out your window at the lights-“
and unlike the first time he took you around to see the lights, to begin this new sacred tradition, he kisses you. leans right over his center console, takes your face in his heated palms, and presses his lips to yours till he can’t tell if the caramel drizzle he’s tasting is from your hot cocoa or his. let’s the icy tip of your nose smash against his. let’s your scarf unravel from around your neck as he brings you in closer.
you might always love the christmas likes like they’re something brand new, a sight to behold, a magic to be held, but he’ll always love you like that. and then some.
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