do I even bother posting happy Fabio now or—
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“Many times I found myself daydreaming in class and chose to write love letters to Elvis rather than a complete book report or focus on my class assignment. As soon as that final school bell rang and we were dismissed, I made a beeline for the door. I could hardly wait for my handsome sweetie to pick me up after school so I could give him my daily letter…”
(excerpt and photos from ‘Unlocked: Memoir of Elvis’ first girlfriend’ by Dixie Locke Emmons”)
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Anyway I was thinking about Chris a lot lately and I wanted to draw Brent today so why not draw both!
(Angel is Chris' daughter who is like. 6 or 7. And she very happily has announced she will marry Mr. Right when she grows up and Right is just like "yes exactly, see, Chris? One person loves me enough to marry me I love my future wife" and it drives Chris up a wall. Brent normally calls her Angel but sometimes he has to push the button.)
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Things I think about all the time regarding Peter B is how a lot of his movement feels almost like laziness but it's actually just an absurd amount of skill and experience. he's been doing this longer than anyone else there, so he knows how that villain speech is going to play out, doesn't look when he fires a web because he knows exactly where it's going to land, and he's absolutely able to predict where Miles is going to go and catch up to him when no one else can. because peter b has been at this longer than everyone else there and it's literally second nature to him. give me more middle aged experienced superheros please.
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Romarriche - “Your company is one of a kind… I would never lie to you. I would never say a half-truth or be quiet.”
“What is it in your mind, Merold?” “Hearing your voice, complaint or not—it is music to me either way.”
Merold - “If there is one constant in this world… Let it be you.” “You’re the cruelest and the kindest thing that happened to me.”
“…If only you continued to look at me like that.”
Romarriche - “…Merold?”
Merold - “But~ It’s only a minor case of bad-mood-itis.” “So Romarriche, spoil me with a spar, will you?”
Romarriche - “Merold.”
Romarriche - “Look at me.”
Merold - “…”
Romarriche - “Is something… Wrong?”
Merold - “Instead of a spar…” “I might want to lie down on your lap after all.”
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