#the good ol days…
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reinmeka · 10 months ago
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(standing emoji)
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ecothroat · 8 months ago
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just remembered when making up tmnt iterations was at its peak and i made one full of transgenderism metaphors and weird ass family dynamics
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theehorsepusssy · 3 months ago
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enticeless · 4 months ago
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Bruce *i can never truly punish my kids cause theyve already been through so much* Wayne x Hal *they're teenagers, either you run them or they run you and my track days are over* Jordan
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Bruce: -of all the idiotic, dangerous stunts! Over forty injured, five in critical condition, and we almost lost two civilians in the field today! You are hereby banned from patrol for the foreseeable future! From now on it's the manor and school and that's it! I hope the free time will give you some space to reflect-.
Hal: *coughs*
Bruce:...no phone, no tablet, no laptop, no electronics outside of the family computer room-.
Hal:*coughs*
Bruce:-you'll also be helping Alfred around the manor since your nights will be free-.
Hal:*coughs*
Bruce:-you'll be front and center for the galas and fundraisers next month-.
Hal: *coughs*
Bruce:- for the next three months! And you can forget about joining Hal in space this summer!
Hal: *thumbs up*
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ylangelegy · 4 months ago
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jihoon has always been good with his words. he would have to be, considering his line of work. that was why he didn't really struggle telling you he likes you and wants to get to know you better. this, after all, is the man who once said "if i was flirting, i promise you would know."
jihoon, however, fails to put in to consideration what it's like to start dating when there are twelve other boys constantly around. he's always been the steadfast type, but now he finds himself bearing the brunt of their teasing. and that's only the tip of the iceberg.
jihoon, who learns pretty early on, that songwriting ≠ being good at communicating. he can be blunt, bordering inconsiderate, and yet he still can't express himself the way he wants to. it should be simple, telling you these things. why can't he?
jihoon thinks it's over for him until you casually teach him something. "hey," you say, and you squeeze his hand three times. he stares at you blankly until you laughingly telling him, "it means 'i love you'." if it's meant to be something cheesy, meant to be a joke of some sorts— well, he takes it very differently.
jihoon starts squeezing your hand thrice at every chance that he can get. when you sit next to him at dinner with the members. i love you. when you stop by his studio with takeout. i love you. when he's in the wings, waiting to go on stage. i love you.
jihoon, whose 'vocabulary' starts to expand. when he taps thrice at the small of your back, over your shirt? it means he likes your outfit. when he raps his knuckles against your knee underneath the table? it means he wants to go home, or that he wants to take you home.
jihoon knows this isn't enough. he knows. he still says the words, still doles them out when he can manage, but when you're out somewhere where he can't, when there's other people? when you've just fought and there's still a lump in both your throats? when you're both too sleepy to say the words?
jihoon squeezes your hand three times.
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faragonart · 11 months ago
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Happy Birthday to the leap year boy~
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soapyakships · 8 months ago
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The Hermit
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gaytommykinard · 3 months ago
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in my defence, i was enabled.
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littlecrittereli · 5 months ago
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I am not who I was
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It's been a while since I drew Chris prior to Decoded... Also this rendering is ass, I am not good at shaDING ASJDAKDS
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feathercreates · 7 months ago
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"Old friend... I miss you so much. I'm so sorry."
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machete-savant · 1 month ago
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Makoto’s red eyes got nothing on this idiot
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hoss-bonaventure · 9 days ago
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we were robbed of dee calling charlie good girl tbh
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comatosebunny09 · 1 month ago
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As a result of watching more dramas, humor me.
You plan to go home for the holidays to spend them with your parents. 
Your mother’s been setting you up on blind dates in hopes of eventually finding you a match. She reasons you’re not getting any younger, so it’s time you settle down and start working on a family. Her intentions are good, but you just wish she’d stop badgering you. 
You don’t necessarily live the lifestyle where you can afford to have a partner right now.
You work for Onychinus’ leader, Sylus, as an assassin. You’re at the peak of your game, so much so that you’re considered his right hand by his enemies. You also secretly harbor feelings for your boss, but you know they’re fruitless because you think a relationship, let alone with you, is the furthest thing from his mind.
Anyways, you’re drinking at one of Sylus’ bars one evening, venting to him about your mother. He always humors you when you’re not working—you bring a certain flair to his life that he admits makes his days much more entertaining.
“Why don’t I pretend to be your boyfriend, then? Just to get her off your back,” he suggests with an amused crinkle to his eyes, watching you as he sips his whiskey.
You snort incredulously. Sylus and boyfriend are never two words you would imagine fitting in the same sentence. Still, you can’t deny entertaining the idea of what it’d be like to be something…more to him. 
You brush him off as just humoring you as usual, snatching your coat from the barstool and fixing your boss with a sardonic smirk. 
“Yeah, right. See ya around, bossman.” 
Your flight home leaves first thing in the morning. As much as you would like to stick around to shoot the shit with him, you need your rest to deal with your mother come morning.
Fast forward, and you’re back in your childhood home. You feel strange, being in your cutesy, innocent bedroom like there isn’t so much invisible blood on your hands and like you haven’t long shed the sheltered skin you once wore when you were younger. 
Your parents don’t know the full extent of what you do. They know you make a generous amount of money—you’ve bought them luxurious cars and clothes and sent them on exclusive vacations. You would buy them a plot of land with a beautiful home built from the ground up if they’d let you, but your parents insist on staying where they’re familiar.
An old childhood friend’s having a get-together. Your mother insists you go—this is the perfect opportunity for you to network and possibly find a future husband. Despite your protests, she pressures you, and you begrudgingly agree. 
You stick out like a sore thumb, donned in expensive fabrics at the party. Years of being an assassin and seductress have given you the gift of gab, so you’re the life of the party. Eventually, people start inquiring about your love life. Their questions become so invasive you step out momentarily to gather yourself. Just because you’re good at flapping your gums doesn’t mean you don’t occasionally become overwhelmed.
You decide to text Sylus to help ease your anxiety. You text each other quite often, and someone peering at your relationship from the outside would assume you’re just close friends. 
[ Sylus ]: that bad?
[ You ]: yeah. they won’t stop asking when i’ll get married. 
[ You ]: it’s really pissing me off. 
[ Sylus ]: lol
[ Sylus ]: well why dont you leave?
[ You ]: because i know i’ll never hear the end of it.
[ Sylus ]: hmm.
[ Sylus ]: would you like some company then?
[ You ]: 😏😏😏 what are you gonna teleport here or something?
[ Sylus ]: look up.
On cue, you glance skyward as the telltale shadow of a crow circles the ground around you. You squint your eyes against the sun’s brilliance, making out distinct iridescent feathers circling above. “Mephisto?” you suspiciously inquire.
You look down, only to be met with a familiar swatch of scarlet and white. “Sylus?!” you shriek, jumping back and clutching your pounding heart, almost having shit yourself.
He wears that customary smirk, looking so cool with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He wears a tailored, dark suit, his blazer hanging off his shoulders, ruffled by the summery breeze. “In the flesh.”
You swallow against the stickiness of your throat, wide-eyed and feeling like you’re dreaming. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Sylus examines his nails, his tone conspiratorial. “Well, I was just passing through—”
“Like hell you were!” You aim an accusatory finger at him. “We’re, like, 1,700 miles from the N109! There’s no way you’re just ‘passing through’!”
He shrugs, feigning innocence. 
A few of your high schoolmates, summoned by the commotion, gather in the courtyard behind you. The crowd oohs and ahs, whispering as they study your tall, devastatingly handsome boss. One of the women asks who he is, admiration evident in his voice. You know that tone too well: if you don’t claim him, I will. 
You swallow your resolve, seizing the opportunity to shut everyone up. 
You sidle up to your boss with a fake smile, encircling one of his arms with both of yours, your hands wrapped around his impressive bicep. You cling to him, playing up the theatrics of a docile lover. It makes you sick.
Sylus smiles down at you in your peripheral, the omniscient lift of his brow letting you know that he’s never going to let you live down what next comes from your mouth.
“This is my fiancé!” You pat his chest with a giggle pinched from your lungs, cold dread dropping into your belly. 
What the hell are you even doing?
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tiedsh0es · 9 months ago
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feels familiar
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jeonscatalyst · 2 months ago
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WE ARE SO BACK!
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surreal-duck · 3 months ago
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some business to take care of
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