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vinylv1 · 6 months ago
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FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE WHO'S GONNA BUST THEIR OIL FIRST!???1??!11!???1?
FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE
BAM IS EDGING YEAH RED IS EDGING YEAH BIBI IS EDGING YEAH BUFF IS EDGING YEAH WING IS EDGING YEAH
FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE
BAM IS EDGING YEAH RED IS EDGING YEAH BIBI IS EDGING YEAH BUFF IS EDGING YEAH WING IS EDGING YEAH
FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE
PRANK IS EDGING YEAH DUCKY'S EDGING YEAH QUIZZ IS EDGING YEAH SNOWY IS EDGING YEAH JESTAH'S EDGING YEAH
FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE
PRANK IS EDGING YEAH DUCKY'S EDGING YEAH QUIZZ IS EDGING YEAH SNOWY IS EDGING YEAH JESTAH'S EDGING YEAH
FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE FREAKY BATWHEELS EPIC EDGING BATTLE
(h e l p m e)
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evesmascarade · 2 years ago
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this is what i do to self-medicate when i should be studying — just look at them :,)
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jackatronics · 2 years ago
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IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF IM NEVER RENDERING AGAIN DAWG 😩 (/j)
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pharmanic · 7 months ago
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"Well, in case anyone was curious, I have determined it to be a horrible idea to take a 200mg caffeine pill and then wash it down with a high caffeine energy drink, no matter HOW tired you are. I'm awake but at what cost—"
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bleuternatea · 2 years ago
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Gay gay homosexual gay
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Vincent Leo Carol Linda
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scribble-dee-vee · 11 months ago
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Every character in this book is 19, 45, or 398 years old
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m3ateat · 2 years ago
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analysis time!! since op didn’t follow any set rules someone had to fix it
here are the first three sentences witch are used as a source by mixing the words from each
i used colors and bold letters to divide them
1. sunny walk in the park
2. bake some cookies for the neighbours
3. maybe do a spot of gardening
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4. a sunny walk in the neighbours (1,2)
5. bake some spots in my garden (2,3)
we can see that both sentences 4 and 5 use the first part of one statement and the second part of the statement following
now THIS is where it gets interesting, because number 6 is not (3,1)!! as some might assume (me) it’s actually (3, 1, 2):
6. maybe do the park for some cookies (3, 1, 2)
following the rules of the previous sentences i propose these options as a new sentence 6:
maybe do the park;
maybe do a spot in the park
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now for the logistics of the last sentences, which is even a bigger mess
7. sunny bake (1, 2)
number 7 uses the 1st words from sentence 1 and 2
difference being that previously we used whole parts of the sentences!
8. walk in the cookies (1, 2)
again we’re using words from sentences one and two! previously would be (2, 3)
also it uses the 2nd and 3rd word, so for some consistency i offer these options:
using last words: park for the neighbours
using 3rd words: park the cookies
using 2nd words: walk in the some
(both are still (1, 2)) so we have to fox that:
another alternative for sentence 8 would be sequence (2, 3) first words:
bake (for the) maybe
or (2, 3) second words, since it’s the second sentence. using this logic we get:
some (do a) spot
and we’re breaking the rules again with sentence 9, but now it’s not a combination of all three sentences!
it’s breaking the rule of using only one word from each sentence, it uses parts again!
9. maybe do a spot of neighbours (3, 2)
alternatives which fit my little analysis:
combining all sentences as was done in sentence 6, so (3, 1, 2) but with 3rd words:
gardening (in the) park cookies
(3, 1, 2) with 1st words:
maybe (do a) sunny bake
now the “fixed” method from sentence 6 - using only two sentences - leaving us with (3, 1) with 3rd words:
gardening (in the) park
(3, 1) with 1st words
maybe (do a) sunny
so yeah.. you’re welcome op 0:)
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bbbbbbbbatman · 1 year ago
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Here’s how I want robin in the next battinson movie:
The very first scene is Bruce and tiny Dick Grayson sitting across from each other at the dining table, staring each other down in silence, both clearly grumpy about it. Alfred is in the background watching them with concern. The silence lasts about 20 seconds before Dick speaks.
“Let me fight crime.” (said with all the petulance of a pouty 10 year old)
Bruce replies immediately. “No.” (this is clearly an ongoing argument)
Immediately cut to the next scene where Dick, wearing the iconic Robin suit, is having the time of his life swinging across the city while Bruce frantically tries to keep up with him while yelling at him to be careful like an anxious mother
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melodylyricx · 2 years ago
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Other stuff I drew on the box from the last post... :P
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miurnawantsmayhem · 2 years ago
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I spent hours trying to decide something, so I chose the totally normal decision of whatever no thoughts gives me.
I still feel like I chose the wrong thing.
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ryliith · 6 months ago
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Leonard Cohen (1934 - 2016)
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s0fter-sin · 26 days ago
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thinking about price putting his hat on the boys' heads
cw war guilt, self harm through working out
it's only happened once or twice with each of them, only when they're on the brink and safe enough for price to let himself soften
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the first time it happens to soap is on his first demo mission as a corporal; the first time he's been in charge of the planning the rig and the first time he’s close enough to see the human fallout of the explosion he worked so hard on and realises how often it means a slow and messy death
he knows they're the enemy; knows if it wasn't them, it would be him, then the long line of civilians at his back that he stands so strong to protect. he knows that
but that doesn't stop the screaming echoing in his mind, doesn't rid the memory of burning bodies trying to crawl away from their signed deaths
signed by him
he's sitting on the concrete outside the barracks, trying to get the cold to leech the remnants of the fire from his blood that his ice cold shower couldn’t douse. he jumps at the feel of a leg pressing against his side and looks up at price as he leans back against the wall, his hands cupped around a cigarette
soap flinches at the sparks coming from his lighter and looks away, his knees creeping up tighter to his chest
"it gets easier," price rumbles above him, exhaling a long breath and the comforting acrid scent of smoke spills around him
he shifts uneasily and pretends it's not to get closer. "i don't think that makes me feel better, sir,” he admits
"never said it would," he shrugs with the ease of a man who's had this same conversation a hundred times and will have it a hundred more. "just that it does."
soap sniffles then growls at himself, harshly scraping his wrist over his face
a light weight drops on his head and he stifles a gasp as price's hat falls low over his reddened eyes, hiding him from the prying gaze of the world
"you'll be alright, son," he promises and soap's lips tremble. he presses them tight together and follows price's hand as he guides his face into the side of his knee, cupping his jaw and holding him close as he shakes apart
"you'll be alright."
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gaz doesn't crave softness when he messes up; doesn't want forgiveness or assurance. he wants blood; blood shed for blood that shouldn't have been lost
the punching bag is shining by the time price walks into the gym; shining yet also muted where his blood’s had the time to dry and stain, his knuckles torn to shreds
gaz' fist almost slips off the bag and he clicks his tongue. "you gonna keep makin' that a biohazard or do you want to do something actually worthwhile?"
his lip kicks up in a snarl and he sends a glare over his shoulder. "what?"
"think medical's got enough bodies, don't you?" he asks and a dangerous stillness fills the air
gaz shoves off the bag, knuckles dripping onto the mats. "you wanna add one more?"
price quirks an eyebrow, so nonchalant that it just makes him angrier; blood boiling in his veins. "come on, then."
he stalks onto the sparring mats and price barely blinks before he's attacking; throwing wild punches, eyes a hundred miles away
back in beirut
where they had to pull their team out in pieces because gaz missed the suicide bomber launching himself out of the rubble
price dodges each desperate strike, loose and sloppy and nowhere near gaz’ usual level of skill. he doesn't hit back once and gaz' faces twists with each miss, sweat flying off him as his grunts turn into growls, turn into screams as he throws himself at him
price ducks and snatches his hat off his head, slapping it into gaz' face to blind him and drives him back into the mats
he gags as his lungs seize, his air is forced out of him; leaving him to heave harsh breaths that stick in the fabric of the hat. the humid dark closes in on him, forcing him to focus on his breaths so he doesn't throw up or pass out; forcing him to stay within his body instead of drowning in another country
price's hand is heavy behind it, keeping it trapped over his face. "are you done?" he asks, not even breathless
gaz pants, his whole body tingling, and his fingers dig harder into his face
"are you done?" he insists
he swallows dry, suddenly aware of the exhaustion sapping at his limbs, the pain in his hands, the tightness in his throat. "i'm done," he rasps
price relaxes but doesn't remove his hand or push him to get up. they sit on the mats for a while, price's weight and the dark anchoring gaz to the here and now
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contrary to popular belief, ghost doesn't hate family days
he doesn't glare at the droves of civilians entering the base, doesn't stand as a spectre of death and grief over the rookies running into the arms of their families on one of the most important days of their career. he doesn't begrudge the safety and love they feel from coddling mothers and embarrassingly proud fathers, from laughing siblings and sticky-fingered children
he remembers his own graduation too well to want to take it from them
he stands in his dress blues through the speeches, his neck gaiter hiding less than he'd like but at ease with the compromise he and price reached. he looks over the tearful family members as name after name gets called, takes careful note of the ones who are clapped for less than the others, and lines up with the other officers as they wait for the tap out
one by one, the graduates get released by their loved ones; no longer standing attention as a recruit but embracing them as a private
just as he's done every year, ghost checked their records to ensure they all had someone coming for them; he's never let a single one stand in the field waiting for someone who will never come. it's rare that his diligence is necessary but he's never let them feel any shame for it; telling them to keep their heads high as he pats their shoulder
he's not needed today and he watches as they're slowly released and disperse, all with a reminder of why they've worked so hard and who they’re here to protect
it's quiet on base that night; soldiers take any chance to celebrate and a graduation is nothing to sneeze at. ghost stands out in the field, out in the gentle quiet. his hands sit folded behind him as he looks up at the stars and he doesn't flinch as a voice sounds behind him
"been a long time since you could be called a rookie," price says, falling into place beside him
ghost hums. "longer for you, i’d say."
he huffs a laugh. "cheeky shite," he snickers. "that hasn't changed; bloody twig of a thing too big for his boots, angry at the world and ready to prove it wrong."
"plenty changed to make up for it," he huffs, his breath disturbing his gaiter
"lot more's stayed the same," price counters and steps in front of him, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he squares his shoulders
"lieutenant riley," he starts and ghost almost rolls his eyes. "you've shown exemplary courage in the face of adversity, gone above and beyond the call of duty and expressed great leadership in your dedication to your team and the men in your charge. congratulations, soldier; you've earned it."
ghost swallows thickly and refuses to admit to the shine threatening his eyes. "thank you, sir."
price smiles and plucks his hat off his head, placing it on his and pats his head; brushing his thumb over his temple
"come on, son; you've waited long enough."
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numberonetribble · 3 months ago
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Looney Tunes Back in Action (2003) reference in this economy? more likely than you think
Bonus:
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drivebypainter · 2 months ago
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I think you would do great at drawing men pregnant
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Binghe apparently thinks so too 😭😭
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xxplastic-cubexx · 3 months ago
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just wanted to make a color ref for Brain Therapist Magneto from 309 but i needed lights too for some reason
bonus The Flats Only Version
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#xmen#erik lehnsherr#magneto#xmen comics#snap sketches#why did half of my beginning tags just get neutralized. tf. now i have to retype them and this tag'll make no sense#anyway 'have you done literally anything but think about 309 since you read it' no . apparently vJARLKAJKL#BUT YEAH I JUST WANTED A COLOR REF IF IM GONNA DRAW THIS LOOK MORE OR WHATEVER#i dont know if i like the yellow dress shirt + pink tie combo ... that's inspo'd from his new mutants headmaster suit + tie..#why does he have to wear a suit under the coat huh .. the thing is i have no idea if he's supposed to be wearing a dr's coat or a trench#i mean he briefly wears his magneto suit when scolding charles so maybe it is a doctor's coat....#doctor makes the most sense to me considering the context so thats why i went all white but... now im not so sure ...#UGH stupid beautiful comic had to be in monochrome. or limited colors whatever#anyway i did start some doodles cause i wanted to post a few 309 doodles but. hm.#i think i might make a separate post for it ... it may be a lil inapropro !!!!#i wanted a color ref in the first place because i was thinking about making a 309 comic but like#now that i think of it if i do that i might jsut do the blue/black thing they did in the actual comic..#idk the thing im doodling now i might do in full color. just for fun#tbh maybe i wont do that comic after i doodle this.. no im lying i still will i still have visions i wanna put in front of my eyes#i can only fall asleep thinking about it so much i need it tangible#if i do draw it i prob just wont post it or ill just share it with select friends. aka like. one vjAELKVJEAKJ#but that's like months from now lbr ok ill still share crumbs with you all !!!!! gimme like. five hours vJALKJAKL#ok bye !!!!!!!!! please enjoy therapist magneto in the meantime#you will not get better as an individual you will get worse
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impmansloot · 5 months ago
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a sketch painting of neve to cope with the fact that i probably won't be able to play datv on release ...
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