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thegayestofartists · 6 months ago
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OC alignment chart finally done (with some of them anyway)
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cherrycakeette · 8 months ago
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eat-love-eat · 3 months ago
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Beef Stir Fry With Noodles
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amid-fandoms · 3 months ago
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smooch 💋
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slutpoppers · 4 months ago
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Agumon
Digimon Adventure OVA (1999)
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pokemon-ash-aus · 7 months ago
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Little mother’s day thing! Happy mothers day to all the parents out there!
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foodfuck · 10 months ago
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charred baby bell peppers with burrata · half baked harvest
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aghostnamedcalamity · 9 months ago
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🎶 Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy 🎶
Felt like making something lighthearted and happy, needed some cheering up. x) think I might have overdone it, though lol. But! I’ve yet to meet a person who didn’t need at least a little cheering up! Hope everyone has a wonderful day ☕️🔸
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danicloth · 19 days ago
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HEADCANON DESIGNS 💕
Well, here are two headcanon designs of the gang jaja ​​💛 I know there are already tons of fan versions but I wanted to make my own, plus I really enjoyed making them…
I still have other designs that I want to show you but those are for later.
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hurtspideyparker · 4 months ago
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Peter meets baby Morgan
Tony meets him in the hospital lobby.
"Hey kid, nice to see you," he greets him with a quick hug, Peter barely having time to raise his arms around the older before it was over.
"Uh, hi. How are you guys?"
Tony's eyes are unsteady with heavy bags underneath, his hair falling from its usual quiff down onto his forehead in soft waves. His Black Sabbath long sleeve is rumpled with sweat stains, and he has the biggest, most persisting grin splitting his face.
"Great, perfect, amazing, beautiful. Here, sanitize."
Peter nearly drops the bag in his hand as he fumbles to put his palms out as Tony squirts hand sanitizer on them.
"Follow me!" Tony twirls around and Peter is quick to catch up.
Peter's stomach does leaps and whirls, nerves and excitement creating a nauseating combination in his stomach. Tony leads him down white-tiled hallways to a large postpartum suite.
"Knock knock, we're back," Tony taps on the door.
Peter follows him in shyly, peaking around the large room. There aren't any windows, there's a TV attached to the wall, and a little tub beside the hospital bed on wheels. It reminds Peter of incubating chicks. He doesn't see the baby yet, only Pepper laying in the hospital bed under piles of pastel blankets.
"H-hi Mrs. Potts. I hope you're feeling well."
She smiles at him, warm and motherly. He wonders if he always thought that of her, or if it's only started since her pregnancy.
"Hi Peter. I'm doing much better now, thank you. All went well."
He smiles back, then remembers the bag he brought when he fidgets with it in his hands. He walks closer to her so he can show the contents.
"Oh, I uh, brought you some food. May says the hospital food is terrible, and you guys would probably be hungry. I wasn't sure what you were feeling so I brought spring rolls, Cuban sandwiches, and pepperoni pizza, also some chocolate bars and a bag of skittles. Oh and an orange, for like... health, but I can always go and get something else-"
"Peter?"
"Yes ma'am?"
"I'd like you to meet Morgan Stark."
She shuffles the blanket on top of her and Peter realizes that her newborn baby is resting on her chest, cuddled under the baby blanket and resting her tiny head on Pepper's freckled skin.
Peter's breath catches.
"Oh."
He's frozen, staring at the small creature. Tony pushes his back gently, encouraging him to get closer.
His steps are slow and gentle, as if the quiet echoes of sneakers on linoleum would be enough to wake the baby. He bends down awkwardly, watching the way her eyes scrunch but remain closed.
"Oh wow, she's. She's so small," he speaks in a hushed tone.
Pepper grumbles good naturedly at the comment, "she didn't feel small at the time."
"7 pounds 10 ounces," Tony says with pride.
Peter isn't sure what that means in terms of babies, but he can't help but feel proud too.
Her face is bright red and speckled, her skin looking impossibly soft. Her fingers are so tiny, like a genuine doll, and she wears a yellow hat. Peter reaches for her instinctually before dropping the movement.
"It's okay," Pepper says and grabs his hand, bringing it up towards Morgan.
Peter decides to run his finger against the back of her hand. Her skin is so soft that the boy gasps at the feeling. Morgan's fingers curl against her mother's skin before stretching out again, and Peter stops moving, stops breathing, until she settles.
"I've never met a baby this small before. I mean sometimes toddlers, or moms holding their baby that want Spider-Man to take a picture with them. But this, this is so different. She's like an adorable alien. I think I'd die for her."
Pepper and Tony share a giggle.
"Me too kid. Us and every other Avenger. Even Happy cracked a few tears when he saw her."
Peter smiles at that. Happy is really just a big softie. They all know it, they just aren't allowed to say it out loud.
"Would you like to hold her?" Pepper asks.
Peter looks up at her in surprise. She's giving him an encouraging smile, sitting up in the bed.
"Oh I don't know if, I don't know how to do... that."
Tony steps up to the bed. He grabs the sky blue blanket that was resting on top of the newborn's naked body and starts to swaddle her in it so she doesn't get cold away from her mother's body heat. Once she is wrapped snugly he picks her up and turns to Peter.
"It's like a football, Pete. Just make sure to support her head, here," panicked, Peter drops the bag and quickly mimicks the way Tony's arms fold around the child as Morgan is placed in them, making sure his hand cradles her head.
She fits perfectly in his arms. All the movement makes her fussy, wiggling slightly, and Peter pulls her closer to his chest to protect her. Her eyebrows scrunch and her mouth bobs opens and closed like a fish.
Unable to resist, Peter lifts a gentle hand to brush against her face with the pad of his thumb. He goes down the bridge of her nose, pausing for a moment on the tip in awe of the sweet button shape. Then he brushes against her cheeks, red and bumpy with acne but so extremely delicate under his feather-light touches.
Morgan settles in his arms, wiggling stopping as she falls back asleep.
"I can't believe she's real. She's so adorable I wanna eat her," he mumbles, unable to wipe the smile off his lips.
"Please don't, we were kind of planning on keeping her for a while," Pepper chimes.
Peter glances up to share his joy with the parents only to find Tony has tears in his eyes, unable to look away from the sight of the pair.
"Mr. Stark! Are you crying?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm obviously allergic to babies. She must have inside-mom pollen on her still, Pep they didn't clean all your goo off her."
"You're totally crying! That's so sweet of you sir."
Tony quickly wipes the stray tear from his eye, "fine, I admit it. I've been such a good father and husband that all your," he waves a hand in Pepper's direction, "hormones rubbed off on me. I'd never express my emotions so openly otherwise."
Despite his dismissive tone Peter shares a genuine smile with the man, his love for the pair of kids so revering it bathes the room in warmth.
Pepper rolls her eyes but soaks in the warmth just as much.
The teen looks back down at the baby in his arms with his brown eyes shining in awe.
Tony's hand finds Pepper's on the hospital bed, interlacing their fingers and bringing it up to his lips for a kiss.
"God I have so much energy in my heart. I need to punch a wall or cause an explosion," Tony says, squeezing Pepper's hand with a gentle touch.
"How's it feel to be a big brother Peter?" Pepper asks.
He looks up at her in shock, "big brother? Really?" but not without hope.
"Of course."
Peter laughs in disbelief, looking between Tony, Pepper, and Morgan.
"I- this. I'm, yeah. I'll be the best brother ever. I promise. I'll buy her the annoying toys you won't, and take her for ice cream, and I'll babysit whenever you want!"
Tony cradles the back of Peter's neck with a sweet softness, "don't worry about it Pete. This is enough."
Peter relaxes under his touch, and stares down at the unbelievable life that warms his arms and chest and entire being.
Yeah, this is enough.
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pie-of-flames · 1 year ago
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George Harrison and Pattie Boyd being cute at the Day In the Life recording session, February 10, 1967.
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marmotsomsierost · 3 months ago
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I have a lot of really great pictures of Nanuq- in focus, good composition, etc. And I also have a lot of pretty bad pictures of Nanuq- and in a lot of them he's the happiest he could be. And i really miss him a lot, so here- some terrible photos of my excellent dog.
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An Baby, extremely suspicious of the incoming tide, and Yearling's First Harness time. The one and only time his reaction to that harness was bored befuddlement and not 'instant joyful zoomies.'
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Still mostly baby, refusing to get out of the driver's seat of the car because this is where the Snow is and this is where the Bacon Lady is and we can't leave yet.
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Self-explanatory
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A park saga of finding a delicious grody tennis ball, becoming a husky vortex of murdergrowlraarg, and then realizing it's california and sunny and it's hot so now it's time to de-vortex and just lay down and snap lazily at each other. (white is Sasha, black is Mishka; the dog park quickly learned what Husky Hour really meant and either adapted to a background noise of murder or avoided the park around sundown)
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And finally, his favoritest thing ever: mud and stormy weather and nyoom. That estuary muck took like four rounds of scrubbing, and he was the saddest wet beaft in existence during that process. He had that sproingy wooly husky fur that traps the smallest bits of grit and particulates but loooved mud puddles and smushy grass and lakeshore/bayshore shenanigans.
He was ours and we loved him.
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beatlesmenrock · 6 months ago
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It’s getting better, since you’ve been mine!
( blood version under )
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cinamun · 11 months ago
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Fuck you mean? | Next
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quibbs126 · 5 months ago
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Alright, trailer time
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So the new character’s name is Cream Ferret, and from what it looks, they handle babies? It suppose that would make sense with the light color scheme, since I think that can be associated with babies
I think it’s cute honestly
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Also, so no, the baby doesn’t just immediately become an adult, Custard III, Chili Pepper and Cream Ferret just raise this whole child?
Is this why they’ve been gone from World Exploration this whole time? I’d say yes, but also the babies only happened recently in the timeline, so no
How much time has elapsed? Have years passed or did the baby just magically grow overnight?
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aclue-aclue · 1 year ago
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Blue's Alphabet Book for gameboy color
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