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lostinthehubbub · 2 years
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Wiwek Ft Watch The Duck  - Curious (Chocolate Puma Remix)
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obsob · 6 months
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hmm anyway. holds u in my arms
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qrcane · 3 months
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So Cucurucho the bear, Mr. Bunny the rabbit, and Mr. Duck the bird….. where have I seen thi- wait…. no, it can’t be….
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He sleepy. Me too. And I want to dream of mandarin ducks.
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Mandarinente ♂️ (mandarin duck) am Pfaffensee, Stuttgart-West.
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curlytsunamiart · 2 years
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is a found family required to even like each other? the answer might surprise you
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batz · 2 years
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scarey car commercial
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puffywuffy8904 · 6 months
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something something A Goofy Movie but with Donald and the boys... yeah
(screenshot redraw from below)
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wicked-croc · 3 months
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ducktales doodle dump because i watched it for the first time like 2 weeks ago and its been the only thing on my mind since. i am constantly changing how i draw them .
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sgt-dignam · 2 years
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we are a family, aren’t we? i’m the dad, he’s the pet and you’re--you, the dad? no. come on. if anyone’s a father figure, it’s me. no, i even keep little pictures of us in the house wallet.
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maskednerd · 3 months
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ghouljams · 5 months
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I just saw a tiktok where the caption was “pov: your situationship just kissed you in the forehead, said ‘I left you a backstrap in the fridge’, and left for work” and the videos is of the woman checking her fridge, seeing a piece of meat, and then looking like she’s reconsidering her whole life. My city slicker suburbs ass didn’t know this but apparently backstrap is the equivalent of beef tenderloin for hunters, each deer/elk has like 1-2 pieces so giving someone a backstrap is downright a marriage proposal.
I have no idea where this would fit into Ghost and Goose's relationship (definitely before they get together officially), or even if it would be (would Ghost hunt?) but all I can think about is Goose staring at the meat on the countertop when Duck walks in and is like "what's wrong?" and Goose just points to the backstrap and goes "Ghost gave me this." And now both of them are staring wordlessly at it when Price comes in and goes "what are you two gawking at?" and they both point at it and say in unison "Ghost left this." and now the whole family is staring at this declaration of undying love on the kitchen counter.
God the backstrap, I've seen that tiktok and that's the most beautiful cut of meat I've ever seen in someone's fridge.
I know I just made a post about Ghost being an animal guy and not hunting like a normal person, but I also think hunting is something he would take a lot of pride in. He likes the survivalist element, but he also likes the feeling of being a provider in a very primitive way. He went out and got food, killed it and butchered it himself, just for his little family. Anyway *throws fic at you*
"Left you somethin' in the fridge," Ghost tells you on his way out for the day. You give him a look of quiet confusion and he tips his hat a little lower over his eyes, not looking at you.
"It's not another frog is it?" You grimace, thinking of the last time you went gigging.
"One frog, one time," He grumbles, not bothering to answer you as he walks towards the stables. You sigh and go to clean up whatever mess he'd left. You wish he'd stop leaving things in the main house's fridge, if he wants to put live animals somewhere he should put them in his own damn house. You shiver remembering the frog you thought was dead leaping at you as soon as you'd opened the fridge door. You're not squeamish with cold blooded critters but that would scare the pants off anyone.
You brace yourself as you tug the communal fridge open. Nothing jumps at you, which is a good sign. You crouch down to sort through the contents for whatever Simon left and freeze. Sitting right in front on the top shelf, neatly covered with cling wrap, and a post it with a hastily scribbled out heart, is the most beautiful cut of meat you've ever seen. Brilliantly red and marbled. You tug it out to inspect, push your finger against the plastic film to check that it's actually meat. There's no fat, and the cut is a lovely sort of tenderloin. Where did Simon...
He went hunting recently. You remember the deer in the back of the truck, the marrow filled bone he'd tossed the dog. Jesus fucking Christ, you know exactly what this is. You quickly stuff it back in the fridge and slam the door to go get your mom.
You both stand in front of the open fridge as she inspects the meat. She stiffens, apparently coming to the same conclusion you did and forces the plate back into your hands.
"What is this boy doin' givin' you the best cuts off his venison?" She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Momma, I swear to you I don't know," You carefully settle the backstrap back in the fridge. If your brain wasn't so stuck on the fact that Simon is the one who gave it to you, you might be cooking up recipes already.
"Where's your daddy, he needs to see this." She looks out the kitchen window, surveying the pasture for your father's horse. The last thing you need is her calling him in to see Simon's... declaration.
"No momma," You pull her back, "Momma please, you're gonna scare him off."
"I'm not scarin' anyone off, he's-" She gives you a look, her smile scrunched to one side and her brows drawn in confusion, "Baby, you think I'm gonna scare off the man giving you prime cuts from his hunt? Please-" She waves your concern off and you groan. It's not like he's proposing, you doubt Simon even- He probably doesn't even know he's giving you something the butcher won't even sell.
Actually how did he wrestle this away from the butcher? Usually the guy in town will pay through the nose for good venison. You've never seen a cut this clean from the usual guy though.
At least Simon has the good sense not to look startled that you're in his house at the end of the day. There is a sort of silent confusion around your cooking in his tiny kitchen, but he's nice enough to stay quiet as he goes to shower off the day's dirt. When he comes back he's smart enough to take a seat at the little round table, but just stupid enough to ask, "What's this?" When you set a plate in front of him.
"Backstrap," You glare at him, "with some veggies and potatoes. Why? What is it to you?"
Simon glances up at you, waiting for you to elaborate on this line of questioning. You know he doesn't like these games. You sigh and drop down into the seat across from him, he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair.
"Why're you giving me the best cut?" You ask, trying not to sound like you're expecting anything.
"What'm I suppose to do with it?" He responds.
"Didn't the butcher offer to buy it off of ya?"
"Didn't go to the butcher," He tells you evenly. You stare at him. This fucking- God you could wring his neck. He killed a deer, went through the trouble of butchering it himself, and he still gave you the best cut. All the work just to- to-
You press your hands against your face with a groan.
"Ghost."
"Princess." His low rumble makes you shiver, how pleased he sounds to have caught you off guard...
"You know my momma thinks we're gonna get married now," You tell him through your fingers. He hums, and you hear the click of his silverware as he starts eating. Done with the conversation apparently. You truly hate how much you love this man. He's going to be the death of you.
God but what a way to go.
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starrierknight · 3 months
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satoru sitting between your legs as you watch some film that you have seen before and know by heart with a vibrating dildo up his hole that you lazily thrust it into him as you watch. you spend most of your time ignoring him and explaining what's happening on screen as he's trembling and squirming in your arms.
the most acknowledgement satoru gets is you wrapping an arm around his middle to get him to stop thrashing about.
even better! his mouth his duck taped. his whimpers muffled and his whines sound even more pathetic. but it's worth it so he doesn't talk throughout the film.
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besidethepath · 18 days
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Mandarin ducks are now established in Europe. I still rarely see them and enjoy every encounter, which results in lots of photos
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axoqiii · 9 months
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Happy Ducktales 2017 Anniversary!!
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reddoesntlikeart · 9 months
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I drew all of this watching those Reddit videos with the Minecraft parkour in the background and I gotta say that made me finish this 3 hours later than it would normally take me
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i-am-shitpost · 2 years
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The way funnier thing about the baffy reel on looney tunes’ Instagram is the fucking comments from looney tunes replying to people
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