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#let me fly!
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I’m not afraid of heights. I’m not even really afraid of falling.
Hitting the ground at great speeds… now that scares me.
SO the idea of going for a ride with Moon sounds pretty fun!
(So long as he doesn’t let go!)
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averaillisa · 4 months
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regonold · 2 months
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Danny gets deaged and heads to Gotham to find jazz at collage there's only one problem he knows where the collage is just now where jazz's class is
Enter one bruce wayne who genuinely just so happened to be there (he's pulling a brucie wayme stunt) seeing a small kid looking around worried so what does the serial adopter do? Well he goes up to the kid of course crouching down to ask if he's ok whats his name wheres his parents or siblings?
Now jazz, jazz all but raised danny she protected him from a young age and helped him with anything he needed and durimg her time at collage she had worried for him, with the amount of bull her parents spouted she wouldn't be surprised if danny up and left
So imagine her surprise when she spotted her baby brother de aged talking to some stranger and at that moment every instinct flared and she remembered every warning she read or heard about Gotham and she acted
Danny was just looking for his sister when some guy crouched down to talk with him after asking some questions danny heard a sound he was familiar with jazz running
Bruce really wasn't expecting to be kicked for trying to help a kid
Artistic representation of jazz kicking bruce\/
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raepliica · 6 months
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Take to the skies
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...and fly free
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rookeryyy · 2 months
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REINVENT
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YOURSELF
tumblr HATES my 44.1mb image swag so it has SO MUCH COMPRESSION and downsizing here. :') peep the actual intended size & quality (or as good as i could get it exported)
post-return Q!Tubbo :] Tee hee.
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un hamburgesa para tubbo (he lookied ungry)
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dr111ft · 4 months
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robin's colors / what ifs
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Game night ruined.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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4crows · 1 year
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callie cuttlefish splatoon is the rep we need for girls who can’t drive
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chynandri · 1 year
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“for the good of the people, no matter who or where they are… isn’t that right, emmeryn?”
happy birthday chrom!!!! 🥹
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this is timbern immediately after first kiss:
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and then this is them 3 hours later:
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90scully · 1 year
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THE FLY (1986) dir. David Cronenberg
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chesspens · 2 years
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I held him as the rain came and we laughed
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starkcontrasts · 2 years
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obi-wan kenobi is stronger than me bc if i was "two halves of a single warrior, closer than friends, closer than brothers, knew each other more intimately than lovers" with a 6ft moody twunk i wouldn't walk away from him twice i'd simply dom him into stability
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I'm not sure if your event is open just yet (potential time differences) but may I request Lilia, as the ghost, with the prompt 6.Bump in the night with romantic, fluff and maybe a bit of horror cause we know Lilia likes to scare people please?
I'm so sorry if I didn't do this right 😅
Bump in the Night; Lilia Vanrouge
Content; Gender-neutral reader, implied romantic feelings/pining
Content Warning; Swearing, light fear
Word Count; 700+
A/N; I hope you like what I came up with, Lilia will always be a little imp. And don't worry about formatting, you did everything perfectly!
Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!
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You were grumbling to yourself as you lit some candles while holding a flashlight under your chin.
The power had gone out due to a blizzard, right when you were in the middle of catching up on your favourite show. But the weather didn’t care about the plotline or the barely warm soup that was now sitting sadly on your stovetop. No show and no dinner, you were shit out of luck tonight by the looks of it.
So instead, you grabbed all the candles you could find, a small horde of blankets, and hunkered down.
You fidgeted around, picking at some loose strings, and tapping to the beat of the battery-operated clock. 
… bored bored bored THIS SUCKS bored bored bored …
You dragged your hands down your face. Why couldn’t the power go out while you were asleep? Why did it have to go out on one of your only quiet nights to yourself? Why couldn’t the power wait until you had your dinner? 
The wind howled outside as if it were mocking you.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and the candles snuffed out, one by one. Not by a draft, or wind, but as if someone was pinching off the flame. The room was cast into darkness, only the pale blue light from outside lighting everything up in a dim silver cast.
Face the issue at hand that had all levels of nope nope NOPE written all over it? Or, hide under the blankets like you were a kid again?
… you hid under the blankets. You reasoned it wasn’t from fear, but rather to conserve your body heat, since hey, the candles died out due to some unforeseen and totally normal reason.
But then you smelt something burning.
There was no power though, nothing was working so why was something burning?
You shuffled to the kitchen and peered out from your blanket cocoon.
The soup, which was barely lukewarm, was now a charred mess of black sludge.
“The hell,” you hissed, eyeing the baffling liquid. Part of your brain was screaming DANGER DANGER DANGER!!! And the other part? It was mourning the loss of your dinner.
A breathy chuckle was in your ear.
You wanted to move, but you couldn’t. You were frozen in place by some unseen force.
You felt delicate fingers trace the back of your neck before they came to a stop at a pulse point, which was easy enough to find since your pulse was beating like a trapped bird trying to escape a cage.
“You always look the same,” the voice whispered, the chuckle and playfulness long gone.
The voice flitted closer, and you could make out a hazy figure in your peripheral vision, but just barely.
The figure, a petite figure, came to a stop in front of you. The only thing about them that felt physical, that was the most clear, were their magenta almost red eyes. They bore down on you with a weight; of knowing, of countless years, of longing, and a mix of grief and mischievous — an odd combination.
“What do you want,” you asked, fighting your mouth to spit out the words.
The man, you assumed the spectre to be a man at least, gave you a soft smile.
He took your face into his cold hands, or at least tried to, and rubbed circles into the apple of your cheeks. “Many things, dearie,” he sighed softly, “but only if you want them too. I’ll leave if you want me to. I just want to see you happy.”
An odd thing to say when you nearly gave me a stroke. 
Despite that near stroke though, you didn’t sense any malevolence from the ghostly figure who held you softly. And despite his cold touch, he was nothing but warmth, but in the sense of a weak candle.
One must just take care of the flame to see it grow.
Time after time, Lilia would find you, his spirit drawn towards yours.
I love you.
Never really said, but it would end in the same way. Him quietly loving you from the sidelines until he found his opening. An opening into your life, and your heart.
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thatsrightice · 10 days
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I know organization of the bomb groups can get kinda confusing so here's some diagrams I found to help. l've also included a diagram of what a "Combat Box" looks like on left, note that "Coffin Corner" aka "Purple Heart Corner" with the red box in the low element is who usually takes the most losses. For a given mission, typically only three of the four squadrons will fly and even then not all crews will be flying.
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Heres a diagram of the colors and markings specifically for 100th. This also highlights the four different squadrons within the 100th bombardment group and highlights their specific colors.
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Here is a couple more diagrams that show the meaning of the different symbols and particular colors/markings for specific B-17 bombardment groups.
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The reason we see silver B-17s near the end war, as seen in Part 9 of MOTA, is because those aircraft hadn’t been painted. When they came off the production line during the war, the shiny metal was painted drab green to camouflage them while parked on the ground. After securing air superiority, there was no real need to start painting them and so they started to leave them silver.
Check out the source document for these diagrams for tons more information regarding the colors of bombardment groups in the 8th AF.
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sysig · 6 months
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They’re both so cute, what’s up with that (Patreon)
#Doodles#Adventure Time#Simon Petrikov#Betty Grof#Does an almost-married couple need their ship tag? This is canon (loosely) but I mean#Petrigrof#Anyway I love them <3#They're so flippin' cute together ugh they're in the Love Is Real sector of my mind next to Morticia and Gomez Addams#They make me cry they are in love I love them! That's the formula lol#Also them being starcrossed probably adds to it lol I am also a sucker for Love That Cannot Be (for whatever reason)#They're a bunch of goods! And they're fun to draw! What more could I ask for#Anyway lol onto what I actually drew of them <3#I am so in love with AI!Simon letting off love hearts in reaction to AI!Betty inside the crown it's literally so cute#I love when they're so full of ♥ for each other it's so cute ;;#They're both tiny as well but just the way Betty manhandles him haha#Especially when she hops through the portal and just moved him all over the place in relation to the flying carpet#Honestly that whole sequence is so good - Death rolling up and Simon refusing him despite being so ready I ;;;; He has so much faith in her!#They're so cool#I'm also pretty sure I also doodled that before seeing Episode 8 of F&C of the two twirling around where Betty ends up on the lower stair#They give twirly vibes! Pick each other up! Especially Betty tho haha#The only way he can be taller than her: She picks him up lol#Kiss attack because he's cute and he enjoy it <3#And then more very aggressive compliments lol#Who can blame her for getting cute aggression looking at that guy#He'll hug her in revenge later don't worry about it lol
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