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I challenge you to hold your murder parasite like a cat

@wazzappp you're welcome uvu

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Here's the finished artwork since the video doesn't do the up-close textures justice, pretty happy with this for my first proper go at oil pastels 🌈

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Ever since I saw your AU ideas post, I have been PLAGUED with the image of beetle sized Ted doing a Ratatouille on Booster, and I'm sure that's NOT what you had in mind 😂😭

oh my god i love the do a ratatouille is just a phrase that i know what it means language is beautiful! anyway they're doing a ratatouille now

"This isn't funny, Booster!"

"Oh my god you even sound like you've sucked on helium." Booster is knelt on the floor, his face pressed to the ground as barely contained laughter shakes his body. "You're so cute!"

"I'm not cute!" Ted stomps his foot against the ground and it doesn't even make a noise even as he's fuming and cursing like a sailor. That settles it he's adorable. "We've got to fix this! Now!"

"Oh but this is a chance to connect with your kind," Booster says. "We could finally find you a nice girl beetle to lay eggs with."

Ted grimaces at that, crossing his tiny arms over his tiny body. Booster reaches out his hand, maybe to pick him up or maybe he wants the chance for Ted to crawl into his hand like a worm on a wet sidewalk. Instead, Ted dodges his fingers with his usual grace, or maybe more of it, with gravity suddenly working less hard to keep him down. He vaults over Booster's fingers, sticking the landing on his palm, then he starts sprinting.

"Ted, what are you doing?" Booster sits up, hoping that Ted will just tumble off him, but he clings onto the fabric of his suit.

"Teaching you a lesson," Ted huffs as he flips onto Booster's shoulder. With a running start, he leaps at Booster's face and grabs his hair like it's the Bug's trapeze wire.

"Ow ow ow—" Ted's still just heavy enough that it feels like Booster's hair is being pulled out of his head. He grabs him as gently as he can, letting him stand in his palm, a safe few inches from his face.

"What was that for?"

"I'm not cute," Ted says, "and I could take you at any size."

"Oh?" Booster chuckles. "You want to take me at different sizes, Teddy?"

Ted's face goes red—or redder—as he crosses his arms. With his goggles and the light catching against the spandex just right, he does look like a bug and Booster desperately wants to make antenna a permeant part of his costume.

"We've got to fix this!" Ted says, gesturing to himself.

As much as Booster would like to keep him like this, he has to admit this might be an emergency. It's a new villain with a shrink ray and an ugly costume who used some kind of teleport as soon as Booster had him on the ropes. Thankfully, he dropped the ray before he disappeared, but a guy with that kind of technology could be dangerous if they don't go after him. Probably would be best to have Ted at his normal size when they do.

Carefully—with Ted still in his palm—Booster stands and grabs the shrink ray from the other side of the lab. He turns it over in his hand but there doesn't seem to be an easy back to normal switch.

"Put it on the table I'll reverse whatever it's done," Ted says.

Booster puts the gun and Ted down on one of the lab tables. Ted regards the shrink ray with his hands on his hips, that thoughtful look on his tiny face. He reaches for his belt then pauses.

"My tools are tiny... so the screws won't fit."

Booster kneels so that his chin is resting against the table and he's eye level with Ted. "A conundrum for sure."

"It shouldn't be a problem, this lab has plenty of tools." Ted surveys the table, pulling up his goggles and putting his hand over his eyes like a man looking up at a mountain.

"How are you going to use them?" Booster asks.

Ted flips him off then marches over to grab a screwdriver. It is the smallest screwdriver for the tiny screws, but even still it's a struggle for Ted to hold it, having to wrap his whole body around it. Booster lets him struggle, watching with fascination as he rolls and positions the screwdriver so he can fit it against the screws. It's a long ordeal, but Ted eventually gets one screw out.

"We don't have all day, Teddy," Booster laughs before grabbing the screwdriver and starting to get the panel off himself.

"Wait just be careful!"

"I will don't worry," Booster says and then after a moment adds, "you know, you can ask for help."

Ted pouts at that. Booster wouldn't have called it a pout when he was normal sized, but now he's so small that even his anger is cuter than usual. Booster would never say it to Ted's face, but he thinks he's cute at any size, but it's not considered a compliment for men in this era.

"I had it," Ted says.

"sure you did."

Booster gets the panel off and watches Ted examine the inner workings of the machine. Then to his surprise, Ted climbs inside it.

"Okay," Ted says as he straddles a cluster of wires, "I could get used to this. The precision has countless opportunities."

"What tool do you need?" Booster asks while Ted is marveling at the circuitry.

"Wire cutters," he says, almost absentmindedly, as if being so close to a machine is so divine he's forgotten his pride. It works for Booster.

Booster grabs them and Ted grabs the edge of them, directing them to the millimeter. From there they fall into an easy rhyme, Ted calling out a tool and Booster hovering it over him tell he's told where to put it and how to use it.

"This reminds me of a saying we have in the 25th century," Booster says as he watches Ted knit wires together strand by strand.

"What is it?"

"I'd love you if you were a worm," Booster says, his voice halfway between a sigh and a laugh and something dreamy in his eyes.

Ted pauses for a moment. "Like the meme?"

"What?"

"You know, it was a thing a few years ago." Ted shrugs and walks across the table to stand closer to Booster. "People would ask their partners if they'd still love them if they were a worm and record their responses."

"Huh." Booster is a little disappointed that this romantic saying from the future is a punchline here. "We'll if we can't get you back to normal size, I'd make you a tiny bed to sleep in and I'd still take you on missions and I'll love you even if you're small."

"That's sweet, boos." Ted chuckles to himself, shaking his head, before pressing a tiny kiss to Booster's cheek.

Booster wraps a finger around his waist to pull him closer so he can place a very gentle kiss to the top of his head.

"You'll be my little love bug."

"And you'll be my... jolly gold giant."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

#it’s my blog I can reblog my own writing if I want

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re-reading my own fic because the author has exactly my taste in tropes, ships the same ships in the right way, and also shares my sense of humour. what a find, what a revelation. i hope they write more of this sort of thing.

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Aging is hot. Gray hairs are hot. Smile lines are hot. Get with it.

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It makes me happy when they listen

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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to

#1

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from left to right: clark, bruce, diana

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extremely funny that the narrative around the columbia protests is that these kids are privileged brats disrupting everyone else's education as though that wasn't the exact rhetoric used to discredit youth activism during the vietnam war. alexa play ohio crosby stills nash & young

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Ever since I saw your AU ideas post, I have been PLAGUED with the image of beetle sized Ted doing a Ratatouille on Booster, and I'm sure that's NOT what you had in mind 😂😭

oh my god i love the do a ratatouille is just a phrase that i know what it means language is beautiful! anyway they're doing a ratatouille now

"This isn't funny, Booster!"

"Oh my god you even sound like you've sucked on helium." Booster is knelt on the floor, his face pressed to the ground as barely contained laughter shakes his body. "You're so cute!"

"I'm not cute!" Ted stomps his foot against the ground and it doesn't even make a noise even as he's fuming and cursing like a sailor. That settles it he's adorable. "We've got to fix this! Now!"

"Oh but this is a chance to connect with your kind," Booster says. "We could finally find you a nice girl beetle to lay eggs with."

Ted grimaces at that, crossing his tiny arms over his tiny body. Booster reaches out his hand, maybe to pick him up or maybe he wants the chance for Ted to crawl into his hand like a worm on a wet sidewalk. Instead, Ted dodges his fingers with his usual grace, or maybe more of it, with gravity suddenly working less hard to keep him down. He vaults over Booster's fingers, sticking the landing on his palm, then he starts sprinting.

"Ted, what are you doing?" Booster sits up, hoping that Ted will just tumble off him, but he clings onto the fabric of his suit.

"Teaching you a lesson," Ted huffs as he flips onto Booster's shoulder. With a running start, he leaps at Booster's face and grabs his hair like it's the Bug's trapeze wire.

"Ow ow ow—" Ted's still just heavy enough that it feels like Booster's hair is being pulled out of his head. He grabs him as gently as he can, letting him stand in his palm, a safe few inches from his face.

"What was that for?"

"I'm not cute," Ted says, "and I could take you at any size."

"Oh?" Booster chuckles. "You want to take me at different sizes, Teddy?"

Ted's face goes red—or redder—as he crosses his arms. With his goggles and the light catching against the spandex just right, he does look like a bug and Booster desperately wants to make antenna a permeant part of his costume.

"We've got to fix this!" Ted says, gesturing to himself.

As much as Booster would like to keep him like this, he has to admit this might be an emergency. It's a new villain with a shrink ray and an ugly costume who used some kind of teleport as soon as Booster had him on the ropes. Thankfully, he dropped the ray before he disappeared, but a guy with that kind of technology could be dangerous if they don't go after him. Probably would be best to have Ted at his normal size when they do.

Carefully—with Ted still in his palm—Booster stands and grabs the shrink ray from the other side of the lab. He turns it over in his hand but there doesn't seem to be an easy back to normal switch.

"Put it on the table I'll reverse whatever it's done," Ted says.

Booster puts the gun and Ted down on one of the lab tables. Ted regards the shrink ray with his hands on his hips, that thoughtful look on his tiny face. He reaches for his belt then pauses.

"My tools are tiny... so the screws won't fit."

Booster kneels so that his chin is resting against the table and he's eye level with Ted. "A conundrum for sure."

"It shouldn't be a problem, this lab has plenty of tools." Ted surveys the table, pulling up his goggles and putting his hand over his eyes like a man looking up at a mountain.

"How are you going to use them?" Booster asks.

Ted flips him off then marches over to grab a screwdriver. It is the smallest screwdriver for the tiny screws, but even still it's a struggle for Ted to hold it, having to wrap his whole body around it. Booster lets him struggle, watching with fascination as he rolls and positions the screwdriver so he can fit it against the screws. It's a long ordeal, but Ted eventually gets one screw out.

"We don't have all day, Teddy," Booster laughs before grabbing the screwdriver and starting to get the panel off himself.

"Wait just be careful!"

"I will don't worry," Booster says and then after a moment adds, "you know, you can ask for help."

Ted pouts at that. Booster wouldn't have called it a pout when he was normal sized, but now he's so small that even his anger is cuter than usual. Booster would never say it to Ted's face, but he thinks he's cute at any size, but it's not considered a compliment for men in this era.

"I had it," Ted says.

"sure you did."

Booster gets the panel off and watches Ted examine the inner workings of the machine. Then to his surprise, Ted climbs inside it.

"Okay," Ted says as he straddles a cluster of wires, "I could get used to this. The precision has countless opportunities."

"What tool do you need?" Booster asks while Ted is marveling at the circuitry.

"Wire cutters," he says, almost absentmindedly, as if being so close to a machine is so divine he's forgotten his pride. It works for Booster.

Booster grabs them and Ted grabs the edge of them, directing them to the millimeter. From there they fall into an easy rhyme, Ted calling out a tool and Booster hovering it over him tell he's told where to put it and how to use it.

"This reminds me of a saying we have in the 25th century," Booster says as he watches Ted knit wires together strand by strand.

"What is it?"

"I'd love you if you were a worm," Booster says, his voice halfway between a sigh and a laugh and something dreamy in his eyes.

Ted pauses for a moment. "Like the meme?"

"What?"

"You know, it was a thing a few years ago." Ted shrugs and walks across the table to stand closer to Booster. "People would ask their partners if they'd still love them if they were a worm and record their responses."

"Huh." Booster is a little disappointed that this romantic saying from the future is a punchline here. "We'll if we can't get you back to normal size, I'd make you a tiny bed to sleep in and I'd still take you on missions and I'll love you even if you're small."

"That's sweet, boos." Ted chuckles to himself, shaking his head, before pressing a tiny kiss to Booster's cheek.

Booster wraps a finger around his waist to pull him closer so he can place a very gentle kiss to the top of his head.

"You'll be my little love bug."

"And you'll be my... jolly gold giant."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

#asks #my fanfic #booster gold #ted kord #boostle #not quite a ratatouille thing but close #i just want to put ted in a jar and shake him #someone please draw ted in booster's hair controlling him

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Minutes ago: Atlanta cops tasing a restrained student protester at Emory University

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Lmao how is this real, "the ambient sounds of the world were wrong, sir"

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#IT'S DINOSAUR TIME BABY #then it's lotto numbers or stocks or something #then it's going back in time with future tech to become a superhero of the past and getting dicked down by best friend who is also a hero

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big 2 comics publishers will be like "why arent comic books selling" like comics aren't at a major high in popularity yet to "buy" a comic book you need to call a specialised dying-out store weeks in advance of a comic book coming out to let them know you want to buy it and then when you pay 5 united states dollars for one issue it has the emotional depth of a kindergartner mashing two action figures together

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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday