#duck earrings

[littlealienproducts]

Cute Ducks wearing Frog Hats Earrings by artwallyuni

[babykyuu]

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[mytoothfairyposhmark]

[endipuff]

*tosses to you like ducks*

Idk when page 2 coming but I’ll reblog with the other pages? (I never done this before help)

TW: suggestive (I forgor mb)

[frownyalfred]

The Batkids 🤝 all the earrings and long hair they weren’t supposed to have while actively patrolling.

[thefrenchbrick24601]

OKAY WAS NO ONE GOING TO TELL ME THERE IS A DISNEY LES MISERABLES COMIC?!

HELP I AM CONVULSING

[dumbbitch2-0]

Loser old men with duck hyperfixations (they are both cats and gay)

I think they would be good friends they need a sleepover to vent about their extremely similar backstories

[vivyacious]

A very realistic 1 - 1 accurate paint study

[ar-cadez]

Ik they weren’t friends in high school in canon but in my heart they were

[pixiesnooze]

did i just get shot? did old xian just shoot me?

[tomialtooth]

Park and Adler should have taken Bell to Disney world post game for a job well done but instead they shot him. This says a lot about America.

[ridiculousbirdfaces]

Pink-eared Duck - Melbourne, Victoria by Rob Drummond Pink-eared Duck (Malacorhynchus membranaceus)

[sunblchdfly]

at the lake rn and thinking so hard about the floyd vacation. bob seems like a lake kid. he grew up with his dad teaching him how to wakeboard and the force of the boat flinging him off his raft, kayaking and canoeing with his mom. he always takes you to the lake his parents used to take him to when he was younger every year. after you’ve woken up to the birds chirping and the sun beaming through the window—your days consist of kayaking, hiking, laying in the sun, shopping, and getting coffee/tea at the little local places. there’s nothing around you two for miles. you guys sit on the porch, drink coffee and enjoy the silence. his favorite part is the ducks that come by every morning. his face always lights up with excitement when they come by. “baby, look!! there they are. the ducks I was telling you about!” then he goes on and on about how he used to wait for them every morning when he was younger to feed them. bob is a coastal boyfriend.

[mytoothfairyposhmark]

[dungeons-and-dictions]

They’re…

THEY’RE EARS?!

Alastor must be BIG mad since we’ve never seen them move before.

[g00seg1raffe]

So there was a post a while back about Ben Solo always being told "don't do (x), that's how uncle luke lost his hand" when he was a kid - and I raise you: Elrond and Elros being told "don't do (x), that's how Maedhros lost his hand"??

Like, at Amon Ereb when the twins were newly acquired and refusing to eat their vegetables and Maglor is Mag-mothering them until Erestor, feral half-sane clinically depressed anarchist Avari hostage/patient/infiltrator and Certified Little Shit, hits em with:

"I would listen to the Lord Maglor, winyamor, he well knows the dangers that come to young elflings who don't eat enough vegetables - after all, that's how his brother lost his hand."

Elrond looks conflicted. Elros squints suspiciously. "Truly?"

Erestor, practically comatose since the massacre but ultimately saved from Fading by the biological compulsion to fuck with you, lays a hand over his heart. "I would never lie about such a thing! Just what do you take me for? This is a true tale and a grave warning - the Lord Maedhros' hand was tragically lost in the days of his youth, whilst he was still growing as you are. He refused to eat his vegetables and so, cruelly deprived of the strength it needed to grow strong, his body started to fall apart! First his fingers, then his thumb, and then his palm and wrist - all turned blue and dropped off!"

"No!" Elrond gasps. Elros looks both terrified and impressed. Maglor's face is scrunched up into something that the twins probably interpret as pained - at reminder of the horrors of limbs falling off! - but is actually just him busting a rib trying not to laugh.

"Yes!" Erestor cries with relish. "And it never grew back. All because he didn't eat his vegetables. Isn't that right, Lord Maedhros?"

Maedhros, a looming terror at the head of the table, scarred and solemn and impenetrable as his fortresses, narrows his eyes consideringly at the unfolding shenanigans and the rascal behind it. His conclusion? Fuck it. He gives a slow, solemn nod. Completely deadpan and exaggeratedly formal, because it may have been centuries since he last had his brothers smothering laughter at political dinners but the Finwëan sense of humour, once caught, is not an ailment easily cured.

Maglor conceals his wheezes behind his goblet as Erestor nods sagely to the wide-eyed twins, who suddenly seem a sight more interested in their vegetables.