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Absolutely fucked that Henry forced Shawn to learn how to scale and break down fish as a kid when he was against it
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dark-mnjiro · 1 year
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The fact I’m reminded that Toji wanted to throw hands with a literal child is still the funniest thing to happen in the Hidden Inventory arc.
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Go touch grass JFC. It's fan art. Calm down.
God forbid i engage with media in a civil mannor and have a normal conversation with someone about respecting underrepresented identities.
I advise that you yourself do some grass touching, or even better, engage with sex repulsed aces in real life.
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fanaticalthings · 3 months
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it's tough being the oldest.
<- Prev Masterlist Next ->
Bonus:
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killyouwithhammers · 1 year
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"hey in a couple minutes can you run her a bath?"
"yeah sure no problem" *starts heroes of the storm match*
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formulanni · 1 month
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The exit
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Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls
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giantenemyrobot · 4 months
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And then he ate Megatron because he had low blood sugar <3
I've been meaning to do something like this forever but I was finally pushed to when I saw this post
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spacebugoddities · 5 months
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postal doe but based on old rws artstyle yippee
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thecmaly · 7 days
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really? right in front of my karaage?
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more windbreaker comics
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zhombiez · 1 month
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his biggest fan <33
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lovinglonerhybrid · 5 months
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Starscream becomes an omen to the navy/airforce.
Around the early 2000s after 9-11 the navy and air force started to notice this lone fighter jet that wold set off there proximity alarms. Every time they sent a squadron after it the plane would fall in formation and just fly with the pilots a while. No one could get close enough to determine the pilot inside and some said the plane had no pilot. The higher ups where worked that it was some kind of new spy tactic but the sailors and pilots began to hold this lone jet as a kind of good luck charm. Especially after it saved a bunch of rookies who accidentally flew into an ambush. They called him ghost and would always talk to him on long flights if he joined them. As more and more people met or heard the stories of this ghost jet it became almost like a mascot to the men. One day some bord kid on a carrier decided to open a radio frequency and see what happened at the same time the ghost jet flew over and the young solider herd what he could only describe as mechanical bird song after that the pilots wold turn on a recorder and open the radio channel whenever the jet flew along with them and they wold play it on long lonely flights or when they where all stuck inside during a bad storm and it would help soothe them. Anywho just running my moth again sorry
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kollvox · 3 months
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Anger
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And some stills
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martuzzio · 8 months
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Joel Smallishbeans, from someone who knows literally nothing about Joel Smallishbeans
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bruciemilf · 6 months
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Yk what I need??? NEED the batKids to just admire Bruce’s beauty ( USHSJSNSNS ur last post about Jason calling Bruce pretty just added fuel to the fire )
Love ur blog :)!!!
Thank you! And that’s so adorable! I just adore the image of Bruce, wide awake at 3 in the morning, applying concealer all over the swollen bruises acquired tonight.
The brush is thick and fluffy, designed to spread a generous amount while maintaining a smooth application, its bristles silver and pale. Dick thinks it belonged to Bruce’s mom, because he looks terribly sad using it.
“You should be asleep, “ Bruce sighs, not entirely delighted his ward is losing precious resting time. He’s read, clearly, that children need a minimal 8 hours of sleep.
“So should you! What are you doing up?”
“Getting ready for a meeting at 7.”
“You’re like, really pretty.”
Bruce pauses, skin blossoming with sudden, flustered heat, “Oh, thank you, Dickie, that’s very kind—“
Dick’s smile beams like moonlight, “So you agree. You think you’re really pretty.”
“…I haven’t watched a single movie in 12 years, so, I think that joke is wasted.”
“Dammit. Thanks a lot, trauma.”
Oh, but Jason? The tiny boy could watch Bruce for hours. His face is so interesting. B’s eyelashes are so long, and his eyes are such a pretty hazel, just like Catherine’s, and his smile is awesome.
He feels really special, because Bruce smiles for no camera, but when Jason asks him to take his picture, he does it without complaint.
“B, boys can be pretty too, right?”
Bruce pauses a bit, not entirely confident. Should he treat this as something casual? Should he break out the educational, but welcoming dialogue? Is it something else? Why aren’t there parenting classes?
“Hn. Yeah.”
“I think you’re the prettiest man in Gotham!”
“I’m afraid that’s not true, Jason.”
“What?! How come?!”
“Because the prettiest boy in Gotham is standing right in front of me.”
Tiny Jason squeaking and squealing joyfully while Bruce takes him in his arms, peppering his soft cheeks with kisses, while a teenage Dick rolls his eyes in the background, trying not to smile.
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buqbite · 1 month
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part 1 (on VA and being better than humans)
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part 2 (on welt and being just a human)
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grave-ng · 11 months
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