#this is a hint LOL
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𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰
☾ "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭." ☾
#happy Halloween everyone!!#I am… working on something#I have been working on planning for months#this is a hint LOL#my moodboards#bradley bradshaw#bradley bradshaw moodboard#werewolf au#top gun maverick#top gun maverick au#tgm#tgm au#werewolf!bradley#werewolf!rooster#rooster#bradley rooster bradshaw#miles teller#top gun maverick fanfiction#tgm fanfiction#top gun maverick fic#top gun maverick fandom#werewolf#miles teller moodboard#rooster fanfiction#rooster top gun#rooster fanfic#rooster imagine#bradley bradshaw imagine#Halloween
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AU in which Zoro joins Baroque Works
#one piece#roronoa zoro#baroque works#sir crocodile#miss goldenweek#daz bones#a hint of nico robin and bon chan in there too lol#erio art#erio stuff
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leaked image of scrapped idea for Transformers One ending (real, trust me bro, it was revealed to me in a dream)
#transformers one#transformers#optimus prime#sentinel prime#transformers animated#the funniest thing is that it seriously can be a little hint to the real ending lol#digital art#transformers fanart#orion pax#transformers one spoilers#sentinel prime tfo#prettypinkeel
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lol
#txt#doodles#u can view this as romantic or platonic lol#supersons#jon kent#damian wayne#tim drake#hint of timber#bernard dowd#robin#superman#superboy#dc comics#dc#jondami#i'll tag it just in case
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put your head on my shoulder…
#poolverine#poolverine fanart#wolverpool#peanutbub#deadclaws#deadpool and wolverine#my art shiz#idk i just wanted to draw them being stupidly fluffy lmao#based off that scene where wade wakes up with his head on logan’s shoulder#and it looks like there’s a hint of a smile on Logan’s face#it’s my current icon lol#*what the geez guys 1000 notes ??? nice
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Prompt in Memes 5
Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#De aged dan#de aged ellie#dad danny#mom danny#Fuck it make this a Hazmat Au too with a hint of eldritch Phantom form#Hence why no one realizes Danny Fenton & Phantom Dark are different people#No Danny is not ghost king he's just a little shit#Jazz is in Metropolis & Danny is around depending on where the “field trips” are#Sometimes he's in Gotham because Scarecrow or Ivy offers a lecture#Most of the time they're in Central though because it's safest for the baby villains in the making lol#Danny is taking classes for both medical stuff (thx Frostbite) and engineering#A couple of time travelling villains ADORE him and his kids lol#“So u a monsterfucker?” “What” “I mean I saw that ghost hero & I'm just sayin that's not human y'know-”#Tucker stop laughing at him#Tucker and Sam and Val are also in the same villain school but taking different classes#Save for Tucker also being in an engineering class#Sam is fighting for that Ivy internship#Val is in the specialized Anti-Hero course that focuses on teen heroes who are done with that bs#She got in by telling them (not lying) that she's going to take down a branch of government even if she has to blow the whole thing up#Evil College Au#Danny made a mistake & now everyone thinks that he Val Sam AND Tuck were in a relationship with Phantom at some point#Eveery other student now refers to them as the Petty Exes#memes#meme
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Enough guilt you can make a bouquet out of it
#hiiii I’m dropping subtle hints that I’m reading tpn again#(I’m reading tpn again)#I’m dropping even more subtle hints which character has a complete death grip on me rn#(grumpy cyclops guy my beloved you make me so sad)#this was just a sketch I didn’t plan on posting but then I uh. kept working on it#on only one layer too! been a while since I did that lol#the promised neverland#tpn#tpn ray#art#digitalart
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little my connecting the dots
#theyre EVIL for not having father and son interact why would they do that#if 'it'll keep for another time' isnt hinting at a future memoirs project im gonna be so mad#or. keep being mad ig lol#moominvalley spoilers#moominvalley season 4#meme
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crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.
i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.
in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.
i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.
i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.
plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.
the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.
we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.
i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.
a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.
today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.
loved beyond thinking.
#spilled ink#writeblr#personal#please don't ask me to talk on my experience on the spectrum lol. i hate how ppl talk to me about it#i really try not to write so specifically about it#bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child#i think this is the first time i've ever openly identified with it but i've been hinting for years#i might delete this. feels big.#the thing is that being on the spectrum actually IS a spectrum#and if u say ur autistic#inevitably someone makes an assumption about ur needs/symptoms#please do not treat me differently than u usually would. like.... we can tell when you do#and like i mention. i do appreciate the effort. i do truly appreciate the effort.#but it still feels like...#when i was blind. sometimes people kind of did the same-ish thing.#they'd find out i was blind and start talking really loudly?#and while i KNOW they're just trying to help. it would be like. i'd be trying to find#the right way into a building (sometimes only 1 door is unlocked and i couldn't see the signs posted about where to go)#and ppl would be like ''OH UR BLIND? YES SO THIS IS A DOOR. IT OPENS INTO THE BUILDING. IT IS LOCKED NOW."#''A DOOR CAN BE FOUND IN MANY LOCATIONS.''#and it feels like. when i admit to being autistic#someone comes screeching into my life being like THIS IS A DOOR.
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Tried printing bigger designs this time. Somehow I can't spread the ink I'm using evenly and thickly enough (as you need more of it than in paper prints) - will follow up soon with another type of ink I finally acquired!
#linocut#block printing#fabric printing#Joanna Krótka#my art#prints#the hands are the subtlest monsterfucking-hinting design I could come up with lol#thank god I'm blessed with excellent thrift shops in my area abundant in good & cheap t-shirts
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Gotham Protects Her Own
“Gotham protects her own.” Bruce had whispered to him once, in a, at the time, not so rare moment of affection, cradling dick to his chest as they looked over his city. Their city. Batman and Robin. Dick had believed him, of course, but he hadn’t really felt it. Not until he had stood at the bats side for the second year in a row, and his cape had fluttered. Dicks cape had never fluttered while he was standing. Running across the rooftops? Sure. Jumping over a chimney? Most definitely. But just standing still, no movement? It had never happened. Bruce’s did, from the very beginning Bruce’s cape had flown behind him, flapping with grace in the wind that was not there. But dicks hadn’t. But now… Bruce smiled down at him, pride lining every line in his face, before he took off across the roof, a challenge and a test at the same time. Dick chased after him, and for the first time since he had become Robin, he flew. His feet barely touched down, cushioned by the roofs, by shadows, and he laughed, wild and bright and free, and Bruce joined him, laugh deep and rich and full. Dick belonged to Gotham now, the city had laid her claim on him, and as Batman and Robin flew across the city, Dick could hear a new laugh join them, light and happy and feminine, delighted by their delight, their acceptance. Gotham protects her own, and Dick Grayson-Wayne, the first Robin, had earned that right, that protection, with his leaps and jokes and belief in Batman, in a belief in the city, in the belief that it could be better.
Gotham protects her own. Catherine Todd had murmured to him once, late one night, a bruise blossoming on her cheek, eyes heavy from drugs. She was close to death, Jason could feel it practically wafting off her, and he didn't think much of her last words, a hazy drugged hallucination, slurred speech. But then she had passed and Jason had left, choosing the street over his father and then he had understood. People came looking for him, naturally, even his father ventured out, but shadows seemed to envelop him, the streets opened to his footfalls, and he always found a safe place to sleep, never waking with his things stolen or suddenly kidnapped. Jason could feel the city, his very lifeblood, could hear her music in her traffic, felt her song in the earthquakes. Gotham cradled him, sheltered him, and when the time came, pushed him to a left unattended Batmobile, tempting him to steal the tires. For the first time, Jason doubted his city, hated her for sending him into a trap. But then he became Robin, and Gotham squealed in delight, and Jason watched in awe as Bruce flew, as Gotham made his cloak billow, as she nurtured her prodigal son. Batman had gotten injured, once, badly enough that he had struggled with his grapple line, and it had snapped. Jason had screamed, lunging for him, but it was too late. Before he could cry over the dead body of his mentor, he found Bruce at the bottom of the building, not much worse for wear at all. Gotham had cradled him, shadows leaping to cushion his fall. Jason had laughed with glee, rushing Bruce home as quickly as possible, and something had brushed his cheek, a faint kiss against his forehead. Gotham protects her own and Jason Todd-Wayne, the second Robin, had been born into that right, that protection, and felt her city pound through his body like blood, feeding his soul.
Gotham protects her own. Tim had seen the slogan on a Wayne Enterprise billboard once, when he had been seven, an ad campaign promoting insurance and helpful housing. It had become a sort of mantra for him, something he whispered under his breath every time his father made a snide comment about Tim lacking proper talent or social skills, after every call his parents declined, after every fight that had him biting his lip to stop the tears and debate running away. Gotham protects her own. Became his lifeline, his mantra, a promise of a better life. It wasn't anything he ever believed, until he finally worked up the courage to approach Bruce Wayne about the secret. Tim slipped on the Robin uniform for the first time… And something inside him settled. A woman's voice in the back of Tim’s head squealed. But as he raced over the rooftops, finally at Batman's side as he always dreamed to be instead of a few feet behind, snapping pictures, his cape dancing with the wind, his feet hardly touching down, that mantra, that false belief of hope, of a better life, became truth. Gotham protects her own, and Tim Drake-Wayne, the third Robin, had believed in that truth his whole life, wishing with every fiber of his being that she would protect him, and she finally had.
Gotham protects her own. David Cain had warned her once, telling her great stories of the city with air of midnight black, of water a putrid green, and of a people a hardy and tough. It hadn't been a compliment, just another obstacle she would need to overcome to fulfill her future missions. She had believed him, of course, but… she had never truly known what it meant. Not until she had stumbled into the city, hurt, bleeding, afraid, and she had felt that… otherworldly power. Reaching for her. Its tendrils soft and kind, like a mother, shadows stretching across her, shielding her, as the League prowled the streets. It wasn't until she saw him. The Bat. And his little Bird, brutal efficiency and yet mercy in every action, wasn't until she saw how Gotham cradled them, lifted them, helped them to fly. Gotham had been more accepting to her than she had thought. Maybe because she hadn't hurt her children. Maybe because she knew her pain. Maybe because Cass had been so afraid. But whatever the reason, when Cassandra Cain-Wayne took to the streets, a proud, blazing Bat on her chest, her cape billowing behind her, Gotham sang.
“Gotham protects her own!” Arthur Brown had screamed once. It had been in a fit of rage, followed by the sounds of windows crashing and tables smashing against the wall. He had been angry, livid even, the sound of his footsteps heavy and hard on the floor as he stormed around, pissed that Batman was unreachable for him, untouchable, protected by the city he claimed to do the same to. Steph knew the truth in the words, had been protected by them her whole life, finding a window open right when her father got home, the closet door unlocked miraculously after her father had locked her up, alleyways opening for her to escape through when bigger kids picked on her, or the cops chased her. And it happened now, as Arthur Brown came storming for her, rage and malice and every evil intention written across his features. Steph could feel that tug, that indescribable feeling of home, and she took a step back, melting into the shadows as she fled, fled her home, fled her father, fled his wrath and everything wrong with the world. She settled on the roof, the way she always did when he got like this, and waited, as she always did. For it to end. For him to stop. It was that night that she saw him for the first time. Steph had heard of him, of course, the Batman was infamous throughout Gotham by now, but she had never seen him in person. Never watched his work. It was at Bethany’s house. Bethany’s father, Vincent, was screaming again. The way Arthur was. But Gotham, Gotham didn't protect Bethany the way she did Steph. Or maybe Bethany just didn't listen. But Batman.. Batman listened. Batman protected. Steph watched, wide eyed, as he jumped through the window, as he grabbed Vincent by the throat and slammed him against the wall, snarling in his face. Steph watched, hands clutching her teddy, wondering whether she would rather risk her father than this demon. But he stopped. Paused. Threw Vincent to the ground in disgust, unconscious, and turned to Bethany. Beth had stopped moving, the way she always did when Vincent got the way he did, dissociating so she wouldn't feel his hands on her. Steph didn't think it worked, but it was something. Batman bent down, gentle, slowly, a few feet away, extending a hand to Beth. Steph couldn't hear what he said, couldn't see his face, but Beth blinked at him. She blinked, and she walked closer, slowly. And Batman… Batman held her, held her until she was crying, held her through her tears and wiped her eyes and rubbed her back, held her until she was asleep without nightmares, and carried her to bed, tucking her in gently. Steph didn't know how long she sat there, watching as he cared for this little girl, forgoing the Bat Symbol in the sky, and his anger, for her. Gotham protects her own, Steph swore as she watched him drop from the window the same night, flitting away on shadows only she could see. Gotham protects her own, and she would protect Gotham. She would mold herself after the Bat, and help.
#batman#batfam#bruce wayne#stephanie brown#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#cassandra cain#can you tell which ones my fav?#ill give you a hint its steph#anyway#this was just a lil something thats been in my drafts for like two years now#and i finally gave in and wrote like two more people#and this is that#i might continue with duke and damian and babs#but thats for a later time#idk#maybe even bruce lol#but anyway i hope you enjoyed#i love thinking of gotham as this old magic#idk again#but yeah#gotham
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abby(gail) and lev(iathan) my beloveds
+ bonus lev and ellie:
#lev mah booy#it's a crime that i haven't drawn him yet#tbh i wasn't sold on abby until i was hit by the you're my people line#the last of us#the last of us part 2#the last of us fanart#tlou#tlou2#tlou2 fanart#tlou fanart#abby anderson#abby tlou#lev#lev tlou#ellie williams#there are hints of ellabs so imma tag it lol#my art
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i'm back!
ok so 2/3 days ago i found this youtube video where op turned Springtrap (or well, William Afton) into a fully build DnD character, and if i say so myself: things got out of hand fast
so here is my take on DnD Springtrap and specifically on that build (adding more infos under the cut for who is interested, i suggest to watch the video first)
starting with saying that unless you're playing in a scifi setting, this build is either not for you or to be modified, since in later levels spells are heavily centered around technomagic and electronic devices; personally when i will play him i will probably tinker around with the chosen spells and cantrips to make him less violently niche and/or more versatile
which kinda saddens me because it takes away not little of the characterization but, given most dnd stories take place in a medieval fantasy or high fantasy setting, a cantrip like On/Off or a spell like Remote Access are NOT particularly useful; so i will go for more psychic damage or necromancy oriented abilities, maybe i might take more than just 4 levels in artificier as well (especially given that again, all of those warlock spells at later levels are all technology oriented) but i need to see what those offer
however it is a kinda tank-y build given that with a shield on you can get up to a 27 of Ac, so even with low damage and not much hp you would not struggle too much to stay alive, and i like that!
as for the character himself, i put too much effort into my interpretation not to share it, so if anyone wants to play this guy as well, i fabricated a possible backstory that might come useful:
The character goes by the name "Dave Miller" (or whatever variant you want to use), and was originally a human artificier who created constructs for a living, mainly with the goal of offering aid to who needed it for whatever reason.
There however he ran into an issue, that being that a robot need a power source, and his own heart and lungs could not sustain a whole robot by themselves.
After losing part of his family to some kind of accident he became terrified of death, so with age he started replacing his own body parts with machinery to delay his last days (which made him a cyborg), until the point where he was very very close to become just a robot.
(This part may or may not involve a pact with a deity of death, this entirely depends on how you want to play him but it would make sense since the build is an artificier/warlock hybrid)
Through particular and very much not illegal experiments tied to necromancy he discovered that the life force of a living being could be shared, and used as a form of fuel. (possibly: age lived of the creature used= amount of extra months you get)
Here comes the second problem: this only worked with intelligent creatures, and more specifically, it worked best with creatures of your own race, which meant that he either went around murdering people or he found another solution. Non same-race creatures worked as well but not as good and there were not easy to find in the middle of a city and with a shop tied to your name.
And here is where and WHY he'd join a party of adventurers: after some time, his reserves or fuel were running VERY thin, and running into a group of adventurers was a god sent because by joining their party he essentially got a free pass to kill whoever he wanted, and reduce them to a dried raisin after sucking some life force out of them. Doing so you learn that the mowe powerful the creature is, the more energy it produces as well.
Your goal, that you as the player are following, when role-ing your character? essentially slay whatever powerful BBEG your Dm throws at you and suck all of that juicy fuel out of them, so that you can return to your little shop in the middle of the capital and return to create and sell whatever weird construct, doll, or robot comes to your mind for another few decades undisturbed.
And this is it. I think this might be a good backstory that could fit pretty much any setting you want to play this guy into, be it classic dnd or some scifi futuristic thing.
of course you don't NEED to use this one line per line, make up your own without looking back if you don't like it lol, dnd is the "make up shit and have fun" game after all!
Edit: also no his outfit makes no sense, i just went with vibes and decided a tanktop dress shirt, a twin tailed gilet and suspenders OVER said gilet was a good choice.
#not an ask#my art#illustration#fnaf#artist on tumblr#illustrtation#fnaf 3#fnaf 3 springtrap#springtrap#fnaf fanart#purple guy#fivenightsatfreddysfanart#william afton#fnaf 3 fanart#how many fucking tags there are about this guy jfc#dnd#dnd character#dnd art#dungeons and dragons#dnd charcter art#dnd artificer#dnd warlock#you have no idea what that video has done to me#i am not sane i am not normal#especially not about this guy#he was my first husbando and i am not ashamed of saying it#in retrospect maybe i should have taken the hint that i was into weird fucks lol#five nights at freddy's#IGNORE THE WRITING AT THE TOP OF THE FIRST IMAGE#that's from a graph i made to explain a friend when/if i use the robocock/robopussy when i draw/write robot smut
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doppleganger trio x2
#described#id in alt text#deadass i do not know what is moroha personality even im basing it off vibes alone. i dont read yaiba....#okita soushi#dcmk#yaiba (aoyama gosho)#my art#kudo shinichi#kuroba kaito#coai and hakukai hint#main agenda with this is just to point out that hakuba legit got the pretty potential love interest design lol#thanks to @kaitokitty19 who point it out
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I'm rewatching GF since the whole world seems to be into it right now (thank you Alex and the Book of Bill) and AGHHH I FORGOR about the body swap episode when the twins find the secret room and Stan picks up Ford's glasses and later we see him sitting on the couch looking at them wistfully...
Shut up shut UP that's NOT okay
#IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT ALWAYS GET ME.#The tiny little hints throughout the series about Ford#Stan holding his glasses BREAKS me tho. Idk why. It just hurts 😭#Gravity Falls#Stan Pines#Stanley Pines#Also thinking about how Stan used that same room right after Ford disappeared through the portal#Man..........man. MAN. 😔#I can't WAIT to see mullet Stan tbh. He's just the right amount of pathetic and sopping wet. You know?? LOL#My poor little meow meow. I love him so much. LisTEN#Also I watched Scary-oke last night and ONE OF MY FAVORITE EPISODES PERIOD!!!!#It's so good. Pines family bonding? Bragging over beating Gideon? STAN BEATING A BUNCH OF ZOMBIES#AND LOOKING REALLY HUNKY WHEN HE DOES AND WHEN HE BRINGS OUT THE BRASS KNUCKLES#SHEEEEEEESH!!!#I'm normal about him okay. I promise. I swe#Shima speaks
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Max and Daniel wrestling on the ice lives in my brain rent-free btw
Bonus:
#the second one ..... i know what you are#also this post is a very unsubtle hint at my tydf fic lol#maxiel#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo#op#gifing this made me remember how much i do NOT miss gifing hockey#i still love it#i had the time of my life at leafs/caps last week and seeing mitch and dylan <3#but gifing it is TERRIBLE. the lighting on ice ....#and with a white jersey? it's over
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