#it's genuinely fucking hilarious
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humming-fly · 16 days ago
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Delighted to discover that the way shadow unlocks new abilities in sxsg is a perfect parallel of the pringles iron maiden
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mmmairon · 2 years ago
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cant stand him !!!!!!!
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bree-paints · 3 months ago
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My copium where they all survive and they are an iconic one eyed trio
Also some random sketches because 266-267 have been killing me emotionally thank you
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sunnibits · 1 year ago
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“the kids chose protective mom izzy in the divorce” is literally my new favorite joke to come out of s2 so far I’m utterly obsessed
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daisiesandviscaria · 7 months ago
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no thoughts just kevin being such a little nerd that he went out of his way and convinced riko to be a history major with him
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Drawing Woody Pride and Buzz Lightyear entirely from memory after not having watched the movies in over 6 years :D
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No reference, no rewatching. I was RAWDOGGING this shit, man ‼️💥💥⁉️💥
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Meme references under cut
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froody · 4 months ago
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Trump is now accusing Kamala of racefaking. He’d have ruled 2017 discourse Tumblr.
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of-chaos-and-flame · 7 months ago
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Can we take a moment to talk about how absolutely batshit insane(affectionate) doc’s skin is without any context
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A humanoid creeper wearing sunglasses? Basic, a 10 year old who just got the game would have that skin.
A humanoid creeper with cybernetic prosthetics, wearing a lab coat and sunglasses? Alright, now he’s got some personality to work with!
A humanoid creeper with goat horns, cybernetic prosthetics, and wearing a lab coat and sunglasses? Umm weird and not really cohesive, but go off I guess-?
A humanoid creeper with goat horns, cybernetic prosthetics, and wearing a lab coat, sunglasses, and crocs with socks? WHY???
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amorachinchilla · 7 months ago
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this is relevant to maybe one person who follows me but i've started playing Dragon Age: Origins and they could not have made a funnier decision than having the sex in the character creation explicitly say women and men are considered equal in this universe
character creation: misogyny doesn't exist
2 minutes into the game: GIRLS are worse than BOYS
dialogue option as a fem character: im the bravest out of all of you, and im a WOMAN
Alister immediately going "WHAT???? a WOMAN???? you don't see that every day!"
it just keeps happening and it is SO funny
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papertowness · 10 months ago
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wilson you are so strange baby
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astronicht · 9 days ago
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52 for rosquez please <33
-daisy (@lastlatebraker)
hello!! i love this one lmao: 52. gripping thigh (from this prompt meme)
the swift answer is lol this was vale at home gripping his own thigh angrily while pecco gripped marc's thigh to get the marc marquez taxi service recently. Long answer, vaguely post-reunion:
Marc wakes up softly in the sliding dark, and with a seat-belt biting gently into his neck. For a moment he is too young to be real; a memory rather than a person, expecting Alex small and napping across the backseat of an ancient red Opel Kadett. Expecting, too, daylight, or at least -- as he ages swiftly in his own mind, his life curling back around him -- the bright halogens of an airport arrivals lane. Today, Marc sleeps in cars, but not restfully; he catnaps being ferried from one place to another, maybe. He doesn’t doze off because there is nothing else to do; that’s for planes, now.
Sleeping in this car feels transgressive, and he doesn't recall why until Valentino's hand shifts on Marc's thigh.
He ignores Valentino for now and rolls his head towards the window. The glass is cold; it's December in Italy. Marc wore shorts after he sloughed off his leathers to make Valentino roll his eyes and then watch, and watch, and watch. Sure it's December, but it's nine degrees; he won’t freeze.
There is no sky out the window. Just a wide black gulf and the hum of tyres on the road and the watery whisper of the radio. It’s not a digital radio, so Valentino has managed to set it to slightly between stations. The music is flickering between something Marc doesn’t recognize and a jingle for the neighboring station. He wasn’t even sure this was actually Valentino’s own car until he saw the mess in the backseat. Maybe it could still be someone’s from the ranch, on a long-term, informal loan. People like to give Valentino things.
The wide black gulf out the window isn’t just dark; that’s the sea, Marc realizes. They’ve driven to the coast from Tavullia, which is not so easy to do where Marc is from, but is possible here. He works his mouth. It doesn’t feel like he has to speak. Valentino’s hand shifts just a little on Marc’s thigh; he’s noticed Marc moving, and is holding himself tense. No, alert. Waiting for Marc to do something, or go back to sleep.
It’s very late. Valentino had said, an hour or two ago when it was already late, Let’s go for a drive. Marc had jokingly grabbed a throw pillow off one of the sofas at the ranch and said sure, but he was going to sleep in that car. Someone brave — one of Valentino’s young ranch guys, eating leftovers in the kitchen — had laughed.
Valentino, for his part, had looked delighted, or maybe relieved. He had shuffled Marc quickly into this car, and put his hand on Marc’s thigh, where the shorts were riding up and Marc was still damp from showering off his block of track time. He kept having to remove it to gear shift. Now, Marc saw, Valentino had solved this problem by calmly coasting through roundabouts in fifth.
Out the window, in the wide black, there were a few small lights, far out.
“What’s that, out there?” Marc asked. “An island, or…?” Valentino’s hand twitched again. His thumb stroked Marc once, so high on the thigh it was inexcusable, really. Marc shivered. Felt himself starting to sink into it.
“Ah, no, that’s a cruise ship,” Valentino said.
Marc nodded. “Oh,” he said. His breath fogged on the window.
“You can go back to sleep,” Valentino said.
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fence-time · 8 months ago
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this year's ides of march...
was on a friday.
friday night stabby stabby is real...
I am going to cry. I hope you know I legit spent a good minute laughing at this omfg,..
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sillygreenrat · 9 months ago
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Doobie doodles
Get them high, I don’t care who, Them™️
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this is one really fucked up blunt rotation
(i know who you are)
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ratatatastic · 4 months ago
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sasha starting the day off strong by (checks notes) letting skateboard tricks be preformed over the stanley cup. brilliant.
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is it funnier that sasha is letting this happen with him as the acting babysitter of the cup and if it gets a dent its basically his fault or the fact that despite giving his permission you can tell how nervous he is during the whole thing
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also putting the cup on a skateboard too- MISS STANLEY IS A SK8ER GORL
Sasha Cup Day | 7.31.24 (x)
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IM SORRY THIS MAN WAS SOOOOO NERVOUS LMAOOOOOOOO GIRL WHO PEER PRESSURED YOU INTO DOING THIS???? (x)
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svnflowermoon · 2 months ago
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"this thing is inherently romantic—" COWARD!! that person is my soulmate our hearts are literally permanently intertwined don't you dare tell me that i can't write them a love letter
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evelynpr · 3 months ago
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Sometimes MHA Smash is about Aizawa sleeping on the ledge of a bridge, sometimes its acknowledging how Ochako's quirk literally breaks the laws of physics but no one will ever realize how crazy that is.
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