#bonks

[viro13]

Dafuno

Ba-Matoran champion.

[deviouslittlecreature]

I wear these badges like medals from war

[starqueensthings]

[williecaptureslight]

[holorform]

Bonk Bonk Bonk

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Hehehe

@l4rge-spe4ker

[rhymeswithbaloney-rn]

I am very mad at him.

I spent the last 6 hours cleaning up messes he made because he was mad about not being outside (he keeps getting into fights and also im terrified of bird flu). My house smells....not good. I am praying to whatever gods might be interested that I can get rid of the odor.

After being thrown out of the house by my husband, he is back and making biscuits while aggressively cuddling me. I feel so defeated sometimes, but he really is one of the most loving cats I've ever met. I just need him to stop pissing all over my dreams.

Anyway, he's been to the vet, I've tried all the litter box hacks, and there are feliway diffusers in almost every room. If anyone has a life hack for making an outdoor cat into an indoor cat without sacrificing the home that you work your ass off to maintain, please let me know.

[phonification]

oj fucking dies

[brokenteethphotography]

For the better..

SNAKE X BONKS

AL OTR

[feltferal]

Despite the rain and passage of time, he can still smell the blood. Picture the piles of bodies left at their door-a calling card and throwback to his days of hunting humans. They would pile the corpses with the beheaded and burn all of it. It should have been obvious from the start. Jasper should have noticed the familiar scent under the blind enticing red. He'd wanted to believe it was some sort of weird mundane serial killed.

Alice had warned them both times. They'd had more notice to start coming up with cover stories and packing than the visit. Jasper had broken the door when he realized what she'd said. Run with no clear thought as to what he was doing, if he was running to confront or running away again. Neither were good options. He'd barely started being able to work on getting a genuine education not from the house. Just gotten it into his head that things were actually not normal down south even for vampires. There were covens that got along without murdering each other most of the time or creating cannon fodder for useless territory wars.

Of course it couldn't last. Of course it would follow him-she would follow him. Jasper hadn't gotten to make the decision on what he was going to do. Maria had taken that away from him too and found him first, all croons about if he'd liked the gift and if he didn't she'd already informed authorities that one of the Cullens had gone 'feral.' He can't remember much after that. They were taking only the essentials. Carlisle and Esme are doing rounds, ensuring nothing that wasn't needed was left behind. The cars-the clothes. Jasper still can't breathe. As much as it doesn't matter to vampires, some instinctual part of him knows this is bad. Behind everyone else's tension and concern, his own anxiety threatens to suffocate him like he still needed air. Edward is likely getting bombarded on all ends. He doesn't need up close and personal traumatic memories from the reason they were being forced to leave. He can only smell smoke and blood and the sweet scent of burning venom. His head spins like he'd downed three humans, lightheaded on fresh blood. None of it goes any farther than the forefront of his mind no matter how hard he pushes. Like trying to shove air. Jasper wants to snarl at the younger. Snap at him like a disobedient newborn who didn't know the rules yet. "I don't know." Despite his best efforts, it comes out cracked and shaky. Unless Edward can undo the past twenty four hours-or the past hundred years-he has no ideas.

@divescustos from here

[notamamiboye]

Happy April Fools 2024

[kenpiercemedia]

Exhibitor Chats @ Curve New York, Winter 2023

Last month, “The Chronicles of Piercing Ken” was on point for the Curve New York Winter Showcase and at the time of this writing I can say that I’ve been to this one a couple of times over the recent years. It’s the trade show that focuses on intimate apparel, swim wear and sometimes even a wide gamut of accessories that make the most sense for these types of designs. It’s an interesting show and…

[mr-malumm]

Rewatched episode 1, have we considered this?

[keshimasu]

heroes got hurt. that was just part of the job, an occupational hazard they all agreed to by choosing that path. most of shouta’s captures were easy. with all his years of experience and fine tuned expertise, there were few nights he ended up bad off enough to hit a hospital. more times often than not the worst he got was a headache and irritated eyes, maybe a scrape. when patrol or cases were difficult, excluding extreme rare circumstances, he tried not to show up to class with any visible injury. the kids already knew their choice of career was dangerous but they tended to get distracted if he came in looking abnormally worse for wear. as it stands shouta hasn’t willingly missed a day of school. medical facilities have marked him a flight risk.

pros, especially underground ones regardless of what some said otherwise, risk their lives for a living. the good ones at least. he’s good or he would’ve found a new job when doctors warned him about being reckless before he’d even gotten a permanent license. shouta aizawa is great at his jobs and great trudging through when any sane person would quit. only in that way would he ever compare himself to all might - before all might became a teacher without seeming to know a thing about it.

maybe this is a day where he should go home early. though shift ended hours before ua started he hadn’t been able to sleep. individual problems he could handle; exhaustion, pain from overall shit health, pain from a hard catch, behind on grading, behind on paperwork, stress about students, those calls he responded to in the dead of dark that seemed to peel back skin and replace blood with static. even several at a time he could do. all at once pulls at whatever tightly coiled metal keeps him together.

the last thing he wanted was his carefully constructed mask decaying in front of anyone - especially snipe. all might is less infuriating in some ways. shouta had been crossing the staff room away from anything to grab when right leg had given out. hip, knee, it didn't matter, a joint had suddenly refused to hold his weight. his instinct to tip into the fall and roll back to standing is thwarted by said move generally requiring two functioning legs. at least he'd caught himself before momentum had carried him facefirst into the floor.

"do you even work the streets anymore?" that's his excuse for the fumble. a work injury. eraserhead got away clean or his record wouldn't be what it was. but even the best never got some blood on them, theirs or someone else's. shouta glares at the other without tilting head to look up fully from papers. he'd limp hop dragged back to his desk with no intention of moving until the bell rang. for all he blinks and uses up drops his eyes burn. body aches like the flu even seated. he's probably running a fever now that he thinks about it. "if you have something to say, say it or go away."

@f4ilure; cont

[froopa-coopa]

in the safehouse

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny love beating up fnaf (plush) babies

[everwalldigan]

You know what would be really funny. If Jason had the most normal/conventional food taste out of his siblings (still very far from regular people’s “normal”), he’s stuck in the manor because of an injury and therefore has to witness the culinary WAR CRIMES his siblings consume for sustenance. Since there’s no Alfred to stop them anymore, they have been running rampant.

Jason: What. The fuck. Is that.

Damian, pouring out a green sludge into two cups: father and I’s breakfast smoothie, or did you hit your head hard enough to forget the concept of a smoothie?

Jason, scooting his chair away clutching his water bottle to his chest: yeah I dont know what nuclear reactive, Gotham harbour concoction you so flagrantly bestow the title of “smoothie” on but keep that shit FAR away from me

Tim: *sits down next to Jason, cracks open a can of energy drink and pours it into a glass, pouring milk on top until it reaches the brim*

Jason, with tears in his eyes looking at Dick for help:

Dick: *shrugs, shoving a fistful of dry cheerios into his mouth*

Jason: *turns his horrified gaze to Cass*

Cass: *grins at him toothily with two heaping plates of a full English breakfast sitting in front of her. He has no idea where she got it from. She is using a set of utensils for each plate.*

Jason: *stands up calmly* maybe I should stop looking for the unstable bomb I lost in the manor the other week *walks out of the kitchen, a few moments later a shrill scream is heard*