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frozendakeri · 1 year ago
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Are we incapable of leaving kids alone and out of politics?
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We all know I'm not a Chiefs fan in the slightest, but this is ridiculous. I highly HIGHLY doubt him and his parents said "Yeah let's put on this outfit so we can be racist and ruin our lives later!" 😑😑😑 they fail to show the left side of his face is painted red. They could have had an argument if his entire face was painted black. People have also come forward and said his grandfather is the BUSINESS COMMITTEE MEMBER of the Santa Ynez Band of Chumash Indians. HELLO????
I sent this article to a good friend of mine who lives on a reservation in Texas. He replied "Why are they so mad? He looks dope!"
Whatever happened to keeping the kids out of "grown folk talk"?
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wfodicks · 1 year ago
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#651: CHAD FERRIN AND THE DANGERS OF UV LIGHT
mike, travis and drunk discuss the following topics…. ape fest was quite the party…. homer simpson update…. the king of cola tries olipop vintage cola: 1.6 the kc soda company…. after the break, we talk to chad ferrin. he wrote, directed and produced a new movie called “pig killer” about serial killer willy pickton, available now on demand. the chiefs kid…. dream did what? potw:…
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dismas-n-dismay · 10 months ago
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If you think about it, it's so poetic that both Lisa and the Creature have talents that deal with gentleness, precision, and care. Lisa's job as a seamstress requires a keen eye and attentive fingers to give a proper job mending and sewing things together. We get to see this come through with how gently she sows the Creature his new parts, this is their form of affection. And with the Creature it's in his music, how he plays his piece for her in earnest and without fear, fingers gliding on the keys as if there hasn't been hundreds of years between the two. And it's his love for Lisa that makes it so easy. It's in the carefulness and attention to detail that he and Lisa find their love.
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artepti · 14 days ago
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The Mayor always takes responsibility, after all he wouldn't want anyone else getting the praise for doing what needs to be done. 😌
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bombshellsandbluebells · 7 months ago
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Shawn Spencer will see someone that no one else believes and go "is anyone else going to project all their issues onto them and then do everything in their power to prove them right despite everyone telling me not to or is it just me?"
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cybertron-after-dark · 7 months ago
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We were robbed of a Rescue Bots episode where chief Burns, doc Greene and Optimus hang out and do middle aged dad things.
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knizuu · 1 month ago
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Day 28: Dog Man and Cat Kid!🍻🥞I love the book sm! Wanted to draw many characters lhflyd-
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agender-wolfie · 1 year ago
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Fem is not the default for fanfics and it’s not a woman’s only space. It’s also disrespectful not to tag your shit ☺️
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ministarfruit · 11 months ago
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hq doodle pages because I'm reminiscing ✌️
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rainbowwatermelon7 · 10 months ago
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Did some spooky month from episode 1-5 I really hope this cheers ya'll up.
Red is the kids orange the adults green is workers who work or have a job blue is the police and thieves and purple is the cult members and demonic people like moloch and eyes
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ambriel-angstwitch · 10 months ago
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Hakoda: We call that a "traumatic experience."
Hakoda, to Toph: Not a "bruh moment."
Hakoda, to Suki: Not "it is what it is."
Hakoda, to Zuko: Not an 'typical Tuesday'
Hakoda, to Sokka: And DEFINITELY not "oof LMAO."
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wolfnbites · 10 months ago
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Brand new person, same old mistakes
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beifongswh0re · 5 months ago
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*Lin and Kya looking at a locked gate into a park*
Lin: Aw. :(
Kya: You know what they say.
Lin: Please don’t-
Kya: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*
Lin: Frick-
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daisyswift3 · 7 months ago
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SHE’S INSANE 💀 yeah this is gonna be one of those things ppl look back on and go “oh my god how did we not see it 😧🤯 it all makes so much sense now”
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artiststarme · 9 months ago
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The Gift of Not Dying Part 14
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13
It's been awhile but hopefully this will get me back in the groove of things. I hope you like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!
~*~*~*~ Steve watched as the dazzling smile on Eddie’s face dropped to reveal absolute, unadulterated horror. He clearly wasn’t expecting his best friend/tomorrow’s date/future boyfriend to show up at fuck past two in the morning with a bruised face and blood covered sailor’s uniform. Steve could only imagine how he would respond if Eddie had shown up to Hopper's cabin looking like death the way Steve must right now.
“Oh my god, Steve?! What the fuck happened? Are you alright?” Eddie ushered him into the trailer and gently pushed him to a seat on the couch. 
Steve didn't know how to respond to him. On the one hand, he didn't want Eddie to worry. On the other hand, nothing would ever be alright again. Hop was dead, his body still stuck in the Russian base under Starcourt where he himself had died multiple times. Steve could feel the throbbing of his broken heart's beats pulsating in his face still. He definitely had a concussion if the double vision and underwater hearing were indicative of anything. Worst of all, it was all Steve's fault. This entire situation never would have happened had he not tempted the universe. He was too happy, he knew everything would fall into catastrophe eventually and he hadn't warned anyone.
So instead of answering his best friend, he pulled at Eddie's shoulders until the man got the message and wrapped him in a warm embrace that smelled of Honeybunches, motor oil, and marijuana. All of Steve's favorite smells that usually calmed him down. But not this time.
He sobbed into Eddie's chest, tears and blood mixing together on his face and soaking into the thin black fabric of Eddie's shirt. Steve just couldn't stop. He cried for the pain he'd gone through in the Russian base and the incessant battery he'd endured at the hands of sadists. He cried for the loss of Robin's normal life and the fact that she would probably hate him now since he'd dragged her into the absolute shit-show that was his life. Most of all though, he cried for Hopper. He cried for his dad that adopted him into his little family and gave him a little sister, the dad that dropped everything to help Steve whenever he needed it.
Poor Eddie just hugged him through it all. He didn't know why Steve had woken him up from a dead sleep at an ungodly hour in the morning only to unveil a face more recognizable as ground beef. He didn't know who had beaten him up or why Hopper wasn't behind him in his truck ready to drag him back to the overprotected cabin in the woods. He didn't need to understand because his best friend was in need of help and a good hug which Eddie could provide.
After what felt like hours of crying, Steve rasped, “Eds, Hop is gone. He died tonight.”
Eddie’s hands stopped their soothing circles on his back and he pulled back to look him in the eyes. There was no joking there, just complete and utter dread and hopelessness in the eye that wasn't swollen shut.
“Chief Hopper died tonight? Are you okay, where are you going to go?” He backtracked for a moment and pulled Steve’s battered body to his gently once more. “I’m sorry for your loss, man. I know the Chief was like a father to you. What’s going to happen now?”
Steve wanted to cry, to scream at the world for being so unfair as to take one of the only people that had ever cared for him. But his eyes were dry and his heart was bone tired after such an arduous night. So instead of sobbing some more or breaking down, Steve shrugged. “I’m going to have to go back to my parent’s house. I can’t stay in Hop’s cabin without him there. And El is going to live with Mrs. Byers. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
Eddie shook his head and placed a weary hand on Steve's face. He wanted to give him comfort but with all the blood and bruises on his face, he didn't know where to touch without causing more pain. “You can stay here. Wayne won’t mind as long as we don’t mess with his mug or cap collections. He’s got a habit for taking in strays. Hell, just look at me. You’ll always have a place here.”
Steve couldn’t move in though. Everywhere he went, misfortune followed. He was like a plague, sucking the life out of everything he touched. It started with his parents and he sucked the joy right out of their lives leaving nothing but bitterness and sorrow, certainly not enough love for the disappointment he became. It broke Nancy by killing her best friend and tainting their relationship. Steve should’ve kept his distance from Hop and El but his selfishness won out in the end. And now Hopper was gone. Steve’s plague had struck once again and had stolen his happiness with it. He couldn’t do that to Eddie and Wayne, they’d been through far too much already. They didn’t deserve to deal with him on top of it all. 
“Thanks but I don’t want you guys to get sick of me. I’ll just stay at my parent’s house and crash here when they come home. If that’s okay with you and Wayne.”
Eddie shook his head before entwining his fingers with Steve’s. “Of course it is. We’ll worry about that tomorrow. For now, let’s deal with your face. Did you go to the hospital? I can literally see the bruises swelling in front of my eyes. There’s no way you don’t have a concussion right now, why would they let you drive like this?”
“They didn’t, I walked,” Steve corrected distractedly. His mind was reeling over grief and pain, too distracted to abide by the story he was supposed to use. 
“Walked from where?”
“Starcourt,” his mouth just kept talking despite his eyes seeing the alarm on Eddie’s face. “The Russians stole my car keys so I couldn’t drive. It’s fine though, I have an extra set in the kitchen of my parent’s house. It was only four miles or so, not too bad in the grand scheme of things. I’ve had worse.”
Eddie just looked at him blankly, too indecisive to decide on concern, horror, or anger at whoever had done this to his friend. He was pretty positive he loved this weirdo, who the fuck had the audacity to keep beating him to a pulp? Couldn't these monsters see how lovable he was?!
“Um, I don’t know how to respond to that. I’m getting my keys and we’re going to the hospital. I don’t need to know what happened, especially since I’m pretty positive that you’re concussed and not making sense. I just need to know you’re okay so we’re going to the ER. Let me just call Wayne and we can go.” Eddie motioned with both hands for Steve to stay still and he did. Even when he heard crashing in Eddie’s room while he looked for his keys and panicked whispers when he finally reached Wayne on the phone, Steve remained in his seat on the old couch.  
He knew he didn’t have to go to the hospital, the worst that could happen already had, but he couldn’t reveal that to Eddie. So, he’d bite his tongue and go through the motions. That was his specialty after all. For now, he’d let Eddie take care of him. He would ignore the grief that blackened his soul and the pain that accompanied the thought of his found family breaking apart. He'd deal with the trauma of loss and pain and death sometime later when he could handle a breakdown alone. At this very moment, Steve would hold himself together and lie to his friend and the doctors he was forced to see to keep the Party's secret. He had already dragged Robin into this mess and had probably lost her in the process, he didn't think he could survive losing Eddie too.
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juridical-angel-blog · 5 months ago
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Special Artistic Poster ''Couples'' Detective Conan!
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