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tmr abandoned and overgrown hedge maze style. send tweet
#the maze runner#tmr#maze runner#uhhhh yeah! ^_^#but like can u imagine#$20 says minho would try to barge thru the hedge and get scratched up#is the hedge alive#50/50 shot#is this anything#just#think about it#ok#thank u and goodnight
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#danganronpa#whats the name for this fucking meme uhhhh#friendpilled visitmaxxer#yeah sure#the bg is just a gmod map i couldnt find the official one#also the font is called poor richard#banger post gallery
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#uhhhh yeah#batfamily#nd batfamily#batfam#the batfamily#the batfam#damian wayne#bruce wayne#tim drake wayne#tim drake#damian al ghul#damian al ghul wayne#dc comics#dc#dcu#batman#the bats#autistic bruce wayne#autistic damian wayne#autistic tim drake#neurodivergent batfamily
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monologue
#they said i couldnt have a worse speech bubbles to image ratio and i said 'bet?'#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#two hats spoilers#isat#lucabyteart#sifloop#not rlly but it gets the tag in case ppl r backscrolling my tags on my blog for some reason#anyway this dialogue has been kicking around in my files for about 2 months as it is known to do & i wanted to play with typesetting#'write a fic if you like words so much' absolutely not . what if it was pictures instead. and also i wanted an excuse 2 loop gradient#but yeah uhhhh this is very . very loosely the result of me thinking about the 'island is trapped in the fucking future' theory.#like if so. would it just like. reappear. when the rest of the world catches up w where it was stuck in time. like . 20 more years on.#and thus the q: god wait at what point would sif be older than the age they last knew their parents to be. theyre nearly 30 now so like.#you can see my logical path thru these thoughts yes? anyway i think its fun when these two put their braincells together to realise#the horrors. and kind of exclusively the horrors. wahoo!!!#anyway food for thought re: island reappears and to the islanders it's not been any time at all. but its been like 30 years for the rest#fuck do you do: your boy returns 30 years older plus a family (maybe even a child) and minus . a fucking eye.#also theres a fucking angel with them? update. thats also your boy what the fuck. wait fym theyre married. hold on. wait--
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cw: simon riley x f!reader; smut; d/s - collaring
the day that you realized that you liked it was sort of unintentional, that you know at least — simon’s hand climbing up the expanse of your body, brushing past your sternum, copping a feel of your tits, before hooking it around your throat.
that was new; unchartered territory of some sorts. simon’s never been that type of a lover, so used to bearing all his weight onto yours when he is taking you, and making you feel every pudge and every muscle; always skin on skin, meat on flesh, but a hand on your neck as you mount him, riding him with such finesse that he’d been reduced to breathless and trembling moans? yeah, that was new.
not unwanted, though. no.
not with the way your cunt convulsed, walls spasming around his girth, before your squirt was punched out of you. god, it felt so euphoric — stuffing yourself with his cock, gobbling it all up down to his pelvis, while the weight of his touch grounded you, constricting on the press of your throat because like that, just like that, simon was overwhelming.
like sure, you were the one on top, conquering him with a single-minded focus, but the ease in which simon had taken back his power — not that it was about that to him; hell, you know that simon would rather kneel by your feet if it really came down to it, but- but it was for you — so seeing simon work it; seeing simon take it from you with just a heavy hold– it unmade you. it ruined you.
it made your hunger more vicious; armed it with teeth.
it made you want to be—
collared.
.
simon’s thorough, of course he is.
he’s walked you through codes and signs — “green for go, yellow for pause, and red is full stop. if words are too much, three taps means out, okay, baby? no, i need to hear you say it– thank you, sweetheart.” — then told you the collar is a surprise when you asked him if you could pick one out right now.
your nose curls when he said that.
“i want it now, though,” you say, totally not whining. you’re wearing his shirt, legs and pussy still bare and sensitive after he’s fucked you on the couch. the ache is a pleasant thrum, and you feel like jelly with how sated you are down to your bones, but still, you refused even the softest of pyjama pants that simon’s pulled out for you.
he sighs, all patient, and scoops you to his lap.
“a collar’s a gift,” he says. “or, at least, let me gift it to you.”
he softly bites your cheek when your only reply is a pout. “don’t worry, i’ll choose a pretty one. you know that i will.”
you hum, nodding because of course simon will. he always has. the ring on your finger, the necklace you’ve got on, the lines of lingeries stuffed in your drawers, the jewelled plugs — simon knows that you want the pretty things. he knows that you love pretty things.
but the collar is—
you want it to mean something else. you want it to feel vitriolic. to feel dirty. like simon’s fully possessed you and that collar is proof of his claim. like he’s fully got you in the palm of his hand, sitting pretty for him.
that what was lovely was not the collar, but you.
“okay,” you say, still deep in thought.
(you don’t notice simon’s knowing stare or the way his eyes darkened, desire crashing into him with such ferocity. he knows you so well that it still surprises him when you think that he doesn’t. he knows what it is you want.
he knows what this means to you, or what you want it to mean.
what you want him to make it mean.
and simon’s so soft for you; would spoil you rotten if he could, and he will because you’ve promised yourself to him, so let him prove himself to you. let him show you how he will take care of you.)
.
the box is made of this green velvety material and it makes you pause midway through as you remove your coat. it’s on the dining table, stark above the rest of mundane things that belong in the room and on that oak, and it’s placed directly on your spot so it’s for you, you know, but simon’s been quiet since he followed you into the room, wordless as he watched you.
you turn to him, eyes wide and lips twitching with the thousands of things you want to say, but all you could croak out is, “is that—”
simon gives you a curt nod, the ends of his lips twitching slightly.
“go on,” he finally prods when you still remain frozen on your spot, arms still tensed, your jacket still half-slung on. “or would you want me to put it on for you?”
it’s like a switch was flicked on in your mind, like now that simon’s offered it, there’s nothing else that would suffice. so you give him a nod, quiet as you finally shuck off your coat before playing with the hems of its sleeves. he hums, just a soft curl of his deep voice, and ushers you forward, closer to the box. to the—
simon picks it up for you while you move to drape your jacket on the chair but even without baggage, you refuse to take it from him, lying in a limbo, waiting for him to decide for you. because that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? this whole thing — the collar, simon’s hand around your throat, something you always fall back to obsessively, stuffing yourself full with your fingers — is because of control.
his control over you. his possession of you.
simon hums, like he knows where your mind has gone, and moves to open it for you. there’s no bloating of tension, simon opens it the way one would rip a bandaid off — quick, unthinkingly, and half-hungry for the sting.
you breathe in sharply at seeing it.
you expected softness, maybe even something pink or purple or anything that was light hues, with lacing and silk that would not chafe. not this — dark leather with thick and heavy buckles, and lined with three metal rings that you know is for nothing else but a leash.
“fuck—”
simon’s hand falls on the small of your back, his thumb digging into the dimples and rubbing softly. “d’y’like it?”
“yes,” you reply, breathless, not knowing how else to verbalize your desire or that swooping feeling in the pit of your stomach, feeling your heart thudding within your ribs, so deafening amidst the noise of your blood rushing to your ears. “simon, i– yes.”
simon huffs this pleased laugh, and you feel so shaken at feeling him tug you closer, urging you to look up at him.
“want t’wear it now, baby?”
you don’t even realize that you’re already lurching, gasping out your reply, so needy as you whimper out, “yes, please.”
simon doesn’t really murmur a comforting shh but he does act with that cadence — a gentle sort of coaxing as he pulls his free hand away from your back to pluck the collar off the box’s velvety lining. it looks even more beautiful in his hand like that, with the width of the collar almost more than half the size of simon’s palm and you remember the way he’s held your neck, the weight of it pressing on your throat, and god, you need.
you need.
he curls it around your neck, the leather sliding on your skin, and you try your best not to twitch in his hold as he fastens the end to the buckle, sliding until it’s a tight ring. but—
“tighter,” you rasp out, breathing from your mouth.
simon groans, and it’s a pained little thing, and you wonder how you look right now, begging him to tighten it more; asking him to dig it even deeper into your skin, until the collar etches trenches for you to trace in front of the mirror; until the sting forms new bruises for you to obsess over.
the collar is now a heavy press on your neck, consistent as it pinches the skin. you try to swallow only to feel a resistance that was never there before and this—
you have never felt so much freer. so much more desired.
“thank you,” you choke out, almost in tears, and simon looks just as overwhelmed.
he cups your jaw, thumb tracing the edges of your lips, before sliding his hand down to brush his fingers along the collar.
your collar.
“so beautiful,” he whispers, so soft like it was meant for himself.
.
the first time that simon fucked you with your collar was almost too much. it was too good. almost unbelievable with the way it scratches that itch burrowed in the pit of your stomach, unyielding and aching. and now, indulged fully by simon.
your collar is tight around your throat, a consistent weight that has you panting, mind slipping underneath the fog. your saliva pools in your jowls, and the pleasure burns, leaving you to splinter at the drag of it until you are suspended into that cataclysmic point.
you have never felt so small until that moment; tucked away into the softest of corners, shielded from anything and everything that isn’t simon and his greatness. you are reminded of the ease in which you've surrendered your control and the way he was hungry for it, wielding it as he tugs at the rings, forcing the collar to dig even further into the welts it’s created.
you are made, then unmade; forced to lick at the backs of your teeths to ground yourself — but why are you trying to?
the pleasure is filling. you do not remember how you used to be taken; how you were fucked without the weight — of simon as he drills his cock into you, the girth splitting your walls apart until they pulse around him as mini-orgasms burst in your core; of the collar, making every ragged gasp of air deliciously painful.
“where did you go?” simon grunts in your ears, his breath huffing out hotly. “come back t’me, love. t’me.”
you whine, split between sobbing out and moaning, and simon tugs and tugs, coaxing you above the fog, telling you when it is right to breach for a gasp.
“s’right, baby. jus’ like that.” simon is so patient, his words grounded, like his hips are not crazily pistoning, fucking his leaking cockhead further in, in, in, until it is kissing the pucker of your cervix.
it’s so—
it’s—
“go on,” simon rumbles. “cum f’r me.”
your orgasm is akin to a breaking, to a ripping of reality, like the fabrics that make you are split and turned, leaving you to find ecstasy bursting across your synapses. it feels too good. too much. too unreal. it feels like a fluke, a one-off—
but simon’s hand falls to your belly, pinning you close to him, and you are reminded that you are not done.
he hasn’t cum yet.
it’s not over yet.
this pleasure that you can’t really fathom, the one that you can’t even fully name, it hasn’t found its summit. you’re just there, at the throes.
good. too good—
#suns#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#uhhhh yeah <3 !
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They’re gay ur honor
#tfp breakdown#tfp knockout#tfp#animation#toonsquid#gay robots#what else am I supposed to say#or tag for that matter#uhhhh yeah#transformers breakdown#transformers knockout#transformers
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also
maybe i should've saved this one for halloween or something
oh well, anyway
yeah it's based off of @mha-quotes-and-such again, i hope it's not too annoying cuz there will be more
#bakugou katsuki#kaminari denki#asui tsuyu#bnha#bnha fanart#mha#i realized halfway through this that ive never actually drawn denkis hero costume#and the first time i do he aint even the one wearing it lmao#but its fine#it's fiiiine#uhhhh#bakusquad#sure yeah#hdbxbd i think tsu turned out really cute#im always a sucker for tsuyu with vitiligo idk why i think it just suits her
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Shout-out to femmes who are bigger than their butch, actually! ^^ You're not less of a femme if you are big in any way! Same goes for butches who are smaller than their femme, you're not less butch for it!
#𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒-𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟#𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀:#^^; from a fat femme hi!#bb speaks#𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀:#black lesbian#lesbian#lesbian sft#nblw#wlw#nblnb#femme4stud#femme4butch#butch4femme#stud4femme#woo hoo :3#everyone who reads this gets uhhhh a kiss blown their way yeah 😼
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the Stitch crossover so far is just pure chaos and honestly, that tracks.
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with stitch#i have never in my life drawn stitch before the event announcement#so uhhhh yeah i'm trying my best :')#love that yuu and grim are canonically getting matching outfits now#especially magic sticky clothes#man they could've just made it a barrier or something but nope#we're going to have a whole scene to establish that they can't just merperson their way out of this one because...their pants won't come of#incredible. twst really going the extra mile.#welcome to pants-stay-on island where pants are ENFORCED
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The “would you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl on the world for $1000?” trend with modern au bf sukuna 👀👀
dummy 🙄 sukuna???
SENT If you send me some fuck shit, hand to god
dummy 🙄 would you kiss me for $10
or kiss the prettiest girl ever for $1000???
SENT Depends on who the competition is
There's three dots that indicate you're typing, then they disappear. They reappear, and he chuckles as he imagines you, fighting for the words to come to your mind as he effortlessly, works your buttons. The dots disappear again, and this time, they stay gone. He quirks a brow at the lack of angry texts from you, only to then groan at the idea that this time, he's taken it too far, his jokes have gotten him nowhere, and he takes a deep breath in to keep himself cool in the dairy aisle at the convenience store.
SENT It was a joke, brat
I'd never want to kiss anyone else
Not when I get to kiss you for free, any time I want, you know that, right?
You merely put your phone on Do Not Disturb. He takes another deep breath in as he digs himself deeper into the hole of your wrath, and he quickly makes his way to the snack aisle, grabbing your favorite chips and heading straight for the candy aisle for an extra boost. By the time he's done, it looks like he's throwing a damn birthday party, but he can't bring himself to care. Not when you're at home, pouting over him.
By the time he gets home, you still haven't answered him. He braces himself for your silence as he unlocks the door and nudges it open with his knee. To his surprise, you're in the kitchen making tea, but there's a blanket covering your body with only your face peeking out.
"You look comfy," he hums, and you sneak a hand out of your cocoon to grab your mug of tea.
"Well since I'm so hideous and disgusting that even my own boyfriend doesn't want to kiss me, I've decided to become a recluse," you hiss, making your way back down the hall. "Don't follow me."
"You know I'm going to follow you," he scoffs, instantly following you down the hall into your shared bedroom. There's a blue light cascading over the walls from the tv, and the curtains are drawn shut. You put the tea on your side table and scuttle back into bed. He rolls his eyes and walks his way on your side of the bed. "Let me kiss you."
"Let me give you $10."
"I'm not taking $10-"
"Well someone has to," you snap. "At least, until you find someone just soooo much prettier than me, then you get even more money to kiss me with. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"
"Babe, it was a joke-"
"And I'm not laughing."
He snarls his lip slightly before scooping his arms under you, hauling you up and onto his lap and ignoring your shoves and batting of hands. He wastes no time is pressing wet kisses to your cheeks and neck, relishing in how your body shakes trying to hold in your laughter.
“Don’t you ever-“ he kisses your temple firmly. “Deprive me-“ kissing your jawline. “Of your kisses.” His lips press to the corner of your mouth, and the hand not cradling your body comes up to grip your chin to hold you steady. “Brat.”
“Don’t tell me I’m not pretty then!” You whine.
“Of course you’re pretty,” he scoffs, pressing another kiss to your face. “I never said that. I would never say that. You’re the fucking prettiest. You’re mine. Of course you’re the prettiest.”
You go quiet, and he thinks you’re about to get mad at him again; however, you turn to rest your head on his shoulder, pressing a tiny kiss to his neck.
“Say more stuff like that,” you murmur.
He smirks, “there is no girl prettier than you. Trust me.” He turns his head to kiss your other cheek, squishing you slightly in the process. “Ive seen it all, baby. You’re the one. And even if someone tries to give me money to kiss you, I don’t fucking want it-“ he kisses you again. “Because I get to do it for free. And that shit’s priceless.”
“Softie,” you snort. He groans and turns his head to bite your cheek firmly, but his heart speeds up at the way you kick your feet out and flail them in protest. “Oww! I’m sorry, don’t bite!”
“I’m not a child nor a dog, woman,” he grumbles, but he does release your cheek and press a kiss to your brow bone in compensation. “No matter how you see me, anyways.”
“My feral little doggy,” you prod.
He yaks, but can’t help the smirk that curls on his cheeks from your laughter.
#uhhhh okay. yeah. okay. this is. yeah. okay-#sukuna#sukuna fluff#sukuna x reader#sukuna x f!reader#sukuna x reader fluff#sukuna imagine#sukuna jjk#sukuna ryomen#sukuna ryomen fluff#sukuna ryomen x reader#sukuna ryomen x f!reader#sukuna ryomen x reader fluff#sukuna ryomen imagine#sukuna ryomen jjk#jjk#jjk fluff#jjk imagine#jjk x reader#jjk x reader fluff#jjk x f!reader#jjk x female reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x yn#jjk x you
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uhhhhhhnnnnnn I need motivation so yeah ;-; (these are purposefully high bc I don’t want to do them)
10 notes and I’ll start doing homework the day it’s assigned.
25 notes and I’ll practice for at least 45 minutes.
45 notes and I’ll start posting a drawing at least once a day.
70 notes and I’ll write more.
100 notes and I’ll try to get outside more.
150 notes and I’ll try to eat a proper breakfast at least once a week.
165 notes and I’ll actually properly learn the State honor band audition/3 octave chromatic scale.
175 notes and I’ll be better about saving money.
2500 notes and I MIGHT talk to one of my teachers about not being called my legal name in class. (THIS IS A HUGE MAYBE)
Might add some more later. Uhhhh yeah :3
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continuation / part two to this post
“can’t believe i finally get to do this.”
rafe mumbles against your skin— his grip on you is almost painful when he presses your chest to his, but it only makes you want him more whilst you’re sat in his lap all pretty. you can feel his bulge in his jeans, rubbing up on your cunt through your panties and making your heavy head dizzy. but no matter how worked up you already are, the hand at the back of your neck is firm and holds you there, so he can see your eyes become hazier and your lashes flutter in bliss. everything he imagined & more.
in the limited amount of time you’ve known him, he’s been nothing but sweet. a little needy even. he’s a gentleman; he promised your trip to see him would be worth it. showed up to your hotel room with a gorgeous arrangement of flowers, took you out to a nice dinner with a view, surprised you with some custom lingerie as he promised in your messages to really have you weak for him.
maybe that’s why you let him sweep you away so early… maybe it’s why you two are messing around without any cameras.
a chemistry test is always a good idea you suppose.
“you’re gonna be a good girl f’me, right?” his words are cooed, “spoiled the hell out of you, it’s the least you can do.”
“yeah…” you sigh out in reply, growing more dumb by the second.
and you’re not entirely sure how it all happens, so caught up in kissing and grinding that you barely register the moments that lead up to you ending up on your back. dress bunched all the way up around your waist and your messy panties pulled to the side so rafe can slide his thick cock right in your drooling cunt that he thinks is the cutest thing he’s ever seen—
“slipped in so easy, sweetheart,” he grunts out, feeling the head of his cock kiss your cervix juuust right, fucking a mewl directly out of you, “knew you were fuckin’ made for me.”
you claw at his forearms. your manicured nails dig into his suntanned skin until they leave behind indents that he’d proudly wear any day. his name falls off of your tongue, and he leans down to kiss you in such a way that you never would expect from one of your costars. so much passion and something bordering on love. it’s messy and lewd and it makes your pussy tighten up around him which he thought was impossible with how snug you already are— his chest vibrates with a groan, and you look up at him with starry eyes and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.
it hits you then... you think you’ll have to extend your trip. for strictly business purposes, of course.
#💭 ani thinks#uhhhh yeah :3#why do i feel like im gonna end up writing a part 3#rafe cameron smut#rafe smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe x you#rafe cameron imagine#rafe imagine#of!rafe
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ya gettin what im puttin down?
#bg3#lae'zel#feel like i need a tag for this uhhhh#bg3 band au#yeah that'll work w/e#anyway lae in a snapback changed me fundamentally#i will never be the same#my art
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first post ig
habit !!
this drawing is old btw :p
edit: the scars are from the rake,, he refuses to heal them just to spite/traumatize evan
#everymanhybrid#slenderverse#fanart#slenderverse fanart#drew this on my phone#old art#help#how does tumblr work#habit everymanhybrid#habit emh#emh fanart#everymanhybrid fanart#ermmm what the scallop#i drew this with my finger#yeah#uhhhh#artists on tumblr#tysm for the support#<3
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Been thinking about how Bill legitimately had a horrifying reason (the literal progressive disintegration of the nightmare realm that erases whatever it disintegrates from existence completely) to move himself and his crew into a new dimension. Like that's terrifying. And yet he never utilizes this to his favour. He could have been honest about this with Ford, and you KNOW as long as Bill didn't mention plans of overtaking the earth, Ford would've made the portal for him, both out of Ford's own interest and because Ford when faced with these big moral questions will pull through. But this is a card Bill NEVER plays because although he needs to leave the dimension, he cannot lose face. He can't put aside his pride and admit to the humility that he needs to flee from his dimension, that he's not actually all powerful. And so instead he pretends to be a muse and when Ford figures out something else is going on, instead of being open and humble and saying that his dimension is unravelling, Bill focuses on that he's going to over take earth, that he's actually been a monster all along, surprise Ford!
And part of it is definitely because Bill's built himself up on power and violence and to grovel and earnestly ask for help, to admit that he cannot stop the unraveling of his dimension completely invalidates that; showing vulnerability? Can't do that, even under the guise of lying to get his way. And part of it makes you wonder if it's also a form of self-sabotage, because underneath his deep denial Bill is guilty over what he occurred; he sees himself as a monster and so he'll be that monster, and having people recognize that feels good in the same way that pressing a bruise feels good. But it makes you wonder what would've happened if Bill even just was open about his dimension unravelling and had lied about overtaking the earth.
It's also interesting because although Bill has SOME charisma and can manipulate people decently well (as evidenced by his cult, and pandering to people's desires with Ford, Mabel and Blendin), he refuses to be vulnerable, refuses to not be true to his off-putting self, even when if he was just vulnerable of pretended to not be himself, to put aside the (false) pride he has in himself he would've gotten a portal by now. and part of me wonders if it's because it's this false pride that built on insecurity and denial on who he is he cannot drop that mask.
Further thoughts on this!
#hugin rambles#hugin rambles gf#uhhhh yeah anyways Bills a delightfully complex character#and I think thats why also Bill fell hard for Ford is because Ford was vulnerable with Bill and actually CARED for Bill and got to peer#into the vulnerable bits of Bill and cared for him#but yeah fascinating. rotating him in my head whooo#bill cipher#billford#the book of bill#TBOB#gravity falls#but seriously the idea of Bill becoming honest with Ford instead of being like HAHA I TRICKED YOU bounces around the ol noodle with vigor#like dude thats a HUGELY typical self sabotage thing. like why YES im what people think i am.#hes interesting because hes good at manipulation. but also at the same time bad at it because he refuses to not be himself.#which... yanno i can respect. truth to being yourself even if thats offputting and annoying. but certainly makes it more difficult#re: manipulation. and then there was ford who was just. really into Bill in entirety#congrats! you guys match each others freak and toxic neediness to the t#gravity falls meta
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I knew Megatron was Tall but DANG
Ratchet is going to get neck cramps looking up at him, god
#MEGGYTRON#HOW DID YOU GET SO TALL#LIKE OP HAD TO BECOME JESUS#HOLY HECK MAN#Poor ratchet#he’s just a little guy#ooof#transformers#tfp#transformers prime#megatron#tfp megatron#uhhhh ratchet is also here too yeah#Ratchet#tfp ratchet
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