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callmeblake · 1 year
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Frank's back at L.S. Dunes at Mr. Smalls Theater, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on July 20th, 2023
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disenchanted2006 · 2 months
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Hughie and Butcher in THE BOYS
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mildarka · 4 months
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Felt like making a reverted AU
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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MDZS x Brazil (1985)
(Yes. Real movie dialogue)
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laynore-x · 1 year
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This is what rohan finds on his home security cameras every weekend at 1:00 a.m.
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(extra but outside koichi's house)
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iffasart · 3 months
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WHERE IS YOUR GF MAX CAULFIELD?? WHERE IS SHE
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Also my sweet child what happened to your bangs
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vyva-melinkolya · 3 months
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“Judith Beheading Holofernes” (Artemisia Gentileschi)
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hinamie · 2 months
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new limited edition firefighter spacesuit hazmat itfs just dropped
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ouroborosreilig · 6 months
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back on my 30th dbh playthru watch
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pleucas · 1 year
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double black
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bunjywunjy · 2 months
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my most fun kayak pastime: expertly scooping trash out of the lake with my paddle and immediately flipping it onto the docks of rich people
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avephelis · 5 months
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theo your rolls too tough your swag too different they'll kill you...
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devilfic · 1 year
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part two to this because I can't stop thinking about them
you're actually really good at this.
miguel can count on one hand, maybe a few fingers less than that, the number of times he's met his match. not many could keep up with him, could take a blow from the full weight of his fist and stay standing, but you can. and you're relentless.
he could be shaking with rage and by the time he's spent sparring with you, you're still grinning with all the energy you had from when you first started. it's the thing that really excites you, he notices: the thrill of the chase, the struggle, the victory and defeat. because he never sees you get like that unless he's taking you. to the mat.
you get this feverish look in your eyes that he doesn't know how to satiate yet, but he likes testing your limits the same way you test his. he likes seeing that excitement on your face, it makes him keep coming back for more.
until he splits your cheek open.
you hadn't calculated correctly, hadn't considered how close his talon would come to your face until it had torn the skin beneath your eye in two. the blood dribbles down your cheek.
miguel's eyes go wild. when he first felt the resistance against his claw, he'd thought of much, much worse. he'd stood there, hand hovering between the two of you in a stunned silence waiting for something worse to happen. he watched the red pearl at the cut, so slim that had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have even hesitated, "shit."
you touch a finger to the blood, smearing it, "it's okay, it's nothing."
it is nothing. to anyone else in the spider society, it would be nothing. the super healing would kick in and wouldn't even scar. and he'd seen you heal before, had left bruises on you that mended themselves within hours.
he presses his thumb to the cut. a bead of your blood sits on the surface of his finger, a reminder that as strange and wonderful and powerful as you are, you bleed all the same. you watch him, curious, "you can have some. if you want."
his eyes flicker to you with that same shock from when you'd first caught him off guard, "what?"
you gesture to his thumb, "my blood. I don't mind it."
miguel stares, "I'm not a vampire."
"that's what gwen called you."
"I'm... spiders have fangs."
you frown, "then why-"
"are you sure you're okay?" miguel asks, even though he sees for himself that the blood has stopped. soon, your skin would sew itself back together. soon, this wouldn't even matter.
you soften. you melt. miguel doesn't know what to do with all the warmth in your expression... "of course. I can handle you, o'hara. no need to be gentle." and there you go again. you know exactly what you're doing when you say those words and look up at him like that. he feels hot under the collar. he presses his thumb into your cheek and smears the blood even more, but you just laugh, "I knew you had a soft spot for me."
his grumble is meant to be a growl—a warning—but he comes off sounding like a puppy who's bitten off more than he could chew, "not in this universe."
part three
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teenagenutant · 2 months
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the last two 3-turtle fusions- van eyck (leo+mikey+raph) with the mystic mojo and kepler (donnie+leo+raph) the sci-fi guy! plus some doodles
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ca-3 · 9 days
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been obsessed with those little Persona Astrobots, but ofc i had to make it about pegoryu (+Sophia) 🙄❤️💛
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copia · 2 months
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the way frater imperator's alexander mcqueen drip has a similar-ish shape to the cardinal jacket has me emotional it has to be said
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