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#give this man a break
nerdnameddinkey · 8 months
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the king swapped his polos for sweater vests ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯
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satisfiedskye · 7 months
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waiting for him to not be able to hold it together anymore
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grimeye-j · 7 months
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blueteller · 1 year
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lily-drake · 2 months
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RIP Arnold’s Sanity
This poor man just wants needs a break.
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He’s so tired of her BS but he still loves her, and I live for his exasperation.
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You can hear the mental expletives without them being written.
Arnold: If you want to see the fireflies better, then just come over to my balcony. Rishe: Sure! I can make that, it’s only like a 1/2 meter jump!☺️ Arnold: Wait, what?! Rishe: *jumps* Arnold: *mentally* THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!! F* F* F************!!!!!!!
Someone needs to give this man an Advil, stat.🪦🤣
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readrantannotate · 3 months
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Odysseus screaming NOOO after his crew opens the bag is the most beautiful and gut wrenching thing I’ve ever heard.
Like that’s the second he realizes that he may never go home now. He was so close, he was almost home, and he closed his eyes for just a minute and now he has eight arduous years ahead of him.
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jinngerleaf · 3 months
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Percy: Grover I blew up the camp bathrooms last night.
Grover: Haha yeah and I ate lizard last night
Percy: You did???? I thought you were a vegetarian??
Grover: No?? I thought we were telling each other things that didn't happen???
Percy:
Grover:
Percy: So funny story-
Grover: Perseus Jackson.
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chronicsyd · 2 months
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ON the topic of RE7&8 can we talk about how Ethan’s one of the most UNPREPARED protagonists in a horror game like… Ever?
Like dude went to a Random Ass farm in Louisiana on the off chance that his missing wife Might be there (cause he does admit that it could be a prank for all he knows) and comes face to face with a vhs tape showing people dying in the house he’s in, said wife going on a violent rampage resulting in him being stabbed and having his hand cut off, being force fed intestines and other grotesque stuff by a family he’s never even met but knows him, having said family try to kill him NUMEROUS times, while going off about “being part of the family” that’s trying to Murder him, having to go on a scavenger hunt on the off chance that whatever he’s finding could possibly help out Mia and then at the end of it all has to kill a Giant Mold Monster.
And, while he seems more prepared in RE8 with military training and gun books he’s still WAY in over his head with his Baby daughter getting kidnapped and dealing with the Lords who drink blood, antagonize him with hallucinations of his supposedly dead wife, a fetus monster thingy, a gross sludge monster with mommy issues, a dude with metal powers and Even MORE mommy issues, said “mommy” that kidnapped his daughter in the First place ripping out his heart and learning he’s been DEAD since the Baker incident 3 years prior.
Like damn dude could NOT catch a break!
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smokeygrayrabbits · 10 months
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yor coming home late from a dinner party or work event or something, a little drunk, tucking anya into bed. getting her all settled and reading her a story, tucking her in and sitting with her until she falls asleep.
and then going and doing it to her husband running off pure habit and instinct. poor loid has no idea what to do with this yes he does. he wants so badly to just give in and rest for once, but he cant do that. he's on the job. the fate of the world is at stake. he has no time to sleep when there's reports to be filled and plans to be made. he had to refuse to play with anya that afternoon. there's just too much to be done. her disappointed face almost made him damn the fate of the country.
he can't let yor go on like this. she needs to get to bed herself, a small part of him thinks it would be best if she got in his bed. that way he could keep an eye on her. he tamps out that thought quickly.
but yor is much stronger than he is, a fact that never ceases to amaze him. she picks him up and carries him to bed. being held in her arms that way definitely does not do things to his heart, obviously. he's a professional after all. a professional liar.
she tucks him in, wrapping him in blankets and warmth and safety in a way no one has in a very long time. loid expects her to leave after that, having completed her task, be she stays.
yor sits at the head of his bed, leaning back against the wall next to his pillow, placing his head by her hip. she sits with him, softly singing the same lullabies he hums to anya on particularly windy nights, when the russle of the trees sounds just a touch too similar to the whizzing of bombs through the air.
yor stays by his side, oh so gently pinning loid in place when he tries to get up and go back to work.
she places a hand on the crown of his head, delicate pressure keeping him by her side and subjugating him to the mercy of his pillows.
her fine boned yet calloused hand carding through his hair, sending his eyes sliding shut despite his best efforts. how the mighty have fallen. agent twilight, a top wise agent who's gone through years of training to resist anything, led into weakness by a soft touch. not just any touch. his wife. he'd never be so vulnerable with anyone else.
yor hums. and twilight rests.
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solettisketch · 3 months
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"Take a rest, Stranger…" This boy needs theraphy, a blanket and a hot beverage.
Here is my art for the @leonkennedyzine! I got in the games less than a year but I already in love with the amazing people inside of fandom and I will continue to make art of this series.
Under the cut there is a little comic funzies of this situation rs
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The last one is a little comic funzies of this situation rs
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giftboxxworld · 1 month
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i felt a little sad with things today but for odd reasons I don’t know why writing this out makes me feel better
I think poor Peppino Spaghetti from the hit indie game Pizza Tower needs to be loved. His brother Maurice is such a jerk to him putting him down and saying mean and even mentally destructive things to him 24/7 (I watched the pre-Noise Update DOOM stream you’ll see this for yourself)
The Noise probably constantly annoys him every single day and hurts him with his little pranks
Debt, health problems, customer problems, being surrounded by crappy people and sad situations and after the events of the Tower and what sort of war he was probably in has really added on to make poor Peppino in desperate need of some love and kindness
He needs warm hugs and comfort and kindness, and it always makes me so happy seeing him being so happy and especially comfy in fan art of him, Peppino needs some happiness
Someone give this man a comfy bed or couch, lots of blankets and pillows, a warm room, all of his favorite comfort foods, some milk for him to drink, his favorite movies on TV, hugs, snuggles, compliments, and a nice peaceful nap. All I want for him is for him to feel safe and warm and very much loved, because he doesn’t get this enough and he deserves the world
Ok I’m done rambling I just love him
But here are some Peppino plush pictures I took that make me very happy
Thanks for attending my very informative speech about my favorite fat middle aged Italian man
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lugwen · 11 months
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its-skyla-124-blog · 2 months
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I wonder how Solar treats Karens when they come to the theater. At least he doesn't have to force himself to do the awkward smile stare shimmy thing since his face is just permanently welded that way lol
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My darling. [G.W.]
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tw: post battle of hogwarts mourning(reader and fred), george needs a hug, please don't read if you're not into non-HEA endings it's just pure pain
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"George?" said Fred, "Who are you talking to?"
My darling, of course, thought George. Silly Fred, can't he recognise her? We fought and won the war together!
George said, "My darling."
His smile was alarmingly sweet for someone who had been mourning for years. He held her within his calloused fingers, caressing the cold glazed porcelain of her smooth skin.
"Please, put her down." Fred pleaded.
"NO!" he screamed, but it was more of a pained indignant gasp, "YOU CAN'T TAKE HER FROM ME!"
He cried pathetically, "You'll... You'll wake her up..."
And he wished that Fred did. He wished that Fred was there to wake her up and that she was there with her beautiful eyes staring up at him.
George looked up from the urn labelled "Y/N Weasley (née L/N)", and into the shattered mirror in front of him, his knuckles bloodied.
He was the only one in the room with shattered mirrors and shelves full of her clothes and letters.
Rough game.
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a/n: sorry guys i was feeling silly
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starqueensthings · 1 year
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“I can’t look at the stars, they make me wonder where you are.”
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punkbuckybarnes · 6 months
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against the kitchen floor // becoming the lastnames, will wood
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