#when you’re here you’re family
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whocaresstillthelouvre · 4 months ago
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I just know Joel Miller would destroy a never ending pasta bowl at Olive Garden.
He’d take Sarah there for “date night.” He’d wear his one nice button up shirt and Sarah would wear the dress she got for her soccer banquet. The two of them would go through three baskets of breadsticks and barely touch their salad to save room for pasta.
Joel loves pasta, it’s easy to cook and filling. He’s a pro at Stouffer lasagna from the oven. His secret tip? Pepperoni on top.
They’d stop at Blockbuster before home and rent a movie. Sarah would ask for *three* boxes of candy from the front counter. He’d tell her to pick only one and then sneakily purchase the other two boxes since he has a sweet tooth.
In true form, Sarah would fall asleep against him halfway through the movie. Joel silently finishes the film with a smile on his face, belly and heart full.
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cigfigsox · 1 month ago
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“Sometimes it's sad to have more questions than answers, but...livin' la vida loca!” 🌽
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daygabs · 1 year ago
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Love an outsider POV of the burger gang just being absolute maniacs. They have laser saws and particle cannons! They’ll feed you enchiladas and then scream complete gibberish as they barge out the door lmao.
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captain-cappie · 1 month ago
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Meet the Calloway Crew in this next AU!tober prompt: Mafia AU! ✨
This AU! lives rent free in my head… What can I say, I’m weak to drawing my blorbos but a bit psychotic 🔪🩸💅 And I added in the kids to this prompt ‘cus a family that crimes together stays together 💕
Also fun fact: Sting is their designated driver and he’s taking Aqua’s 4th drink away~
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Enjoy a handful of doodles as a little bonus ✨
Go look at @worldsokayestmagicalgirl and @clovedown to see more art!
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0nwaifuru · 4 months ago
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olive garden appreciation idc
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whatthehekko · 7 months ago
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the sheer amount of milk-related mistakes I have made this evening are truly unfathomable
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bli-o · 1 year ago
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hey autistic people who get overwhelmed by large groups or noise or conversation or etc etc etc you’re not evil for wanting to leave a family gathering. just so you know.
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magicisrealandsoismyally · 2 years ago
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There are 2 genders: soup and salads
and baby I am the Unlimited Breadsticks
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puppetmaster13u · 7 months ago
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Prompt 293
Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 
Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.
Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 
He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 
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wilds-ponytail · 3 months ago
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Legend, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.
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tiger-grace · 4 months ago
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every time I try to discuss the Spyral arc with someone for the Nightwing comics I have to take the Sisyphus route of going “one must imagine Bruce Wayne to be a bad father…”
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daygabs · 1 year ago
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The burger crew finding each other and being so essentially them, even in another reality, makes me want to diiieeeeee.
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stuckinapril · 7 months ago
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When I’m a fucking doctor you best believe I will single handedly reformulate the way ERs in the states conduct themselves. I will literally obliterate the current system and build a new one
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isa-grapes · 1 year ago
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finally got around to watching fantasy high sophomore year and let me just say i love women and also ragh
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nina-ya · 5 months ago
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HELP 😭😭 a patient just asked me how long she would take to wake up after anesthesia and I told her typically 20-40 minutes but it can be more or less depending on the person and she god MAD at me and started yelling because she wanted an exact time so she knew when to schedule the Uber for like sorry ma’am I don’t know your bodies exact response to anesthesia
and she got even MORE mad at me when I had to gently explain to her that we don’t allow post anesthesia patients to go home in Ubers
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teecupangel · 10 months ago
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https://youtu.be/ifCWN5pJGIE?si=MvBHr36xNbHdsjYH
This kinda fits Desmonds mom in some way. Thoughts?
Here’s the embed video version for those who don’t wanna copy and paste the link:
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I’m just imagining her hearing for the first time that her son, the son she hadn’t seen for nine years, could not even seen or talk to for one last time for the sake of both of their safety, was now dead.
Sacrificing his life to save the world.
Savior?
Messiah?
What used were those moniker to her dead son.
She wouldn’t be able to see him ever again.
She wouldn’t be able to touch his cheeks and take a good look of the man he had become in person.
She wouldn’t be able to smile and say “You’ve grown so much.”
She wouldn’t be able to ask…
“Were you happy these past years?”
“Was letting you go to be free worth the pain of not being by your side for nine long years?”
“It should have been you.”
She felt him freeze, the hands on her shoulders trembling ever so slightly.
“You should have died instead of our son!” She screamed as tears fell from her eyes.
He opened his mouth, most likely to call her name but stopped, letting out a gasp as her hands curled around his throat, squeezing him with the strength of an Assassin that have been in the field since she had been a teenager.
“You share the same blood as him! You’re a descendant of that cursed Auditore-Kenway line these beings haunt!” She shouted.
She could break his neck.
Snap it.
She’d done it before.
She’d kill so many people in the name of the Brotherhood before.
She was raised to be an Assassin.
She could just as easily-
She let out a frustrated scream as she threw him away, covering her eyes as bitter tears fell from her eyes.
He called out her name, his voice hoarse.
Was he grieving as well?
Did he loved their child as much as she did?
Who knows?
Who cares.
“Get out.” She lowered her hands as she ordered, the decades of forcing her emotions to shut down coming to the forefront, “Don’t ever show your face to me again, William Miles.”
Her expression turned to one of frigid nothingness.
It reminded William Miles of a recording of a memory of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.
The face the legendary mentor had made when his desire to kill the man who killed his youngest son triumphed over his desire for peace and truth.
“The next time I see you, I will claw open your chest and rip your heart out.” She promised in an emotionless tone.
She watched him leave.
The man she loved and loathed in equal measure.
It should have been him.
No.
It should have been them.
They should have been the one to die in their son’s place.
They both failed him as parents.
And now…
All she had left was a Brotherhood barely afloat and the useless legacy of her blood.
After all…
Those who have the blood of the Ibn-La'Ahad were meant to lose their beloved child.
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