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siren61 · 5 months
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They’re sooo silly I love them
I imagine them as those- goofy ah villain groups and it’s been living in my brain rent-free, and I don’t mind that
I might draw more of them,,, who knows—
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(yes ik i spelled Wrayth wrong please don’t come at me)
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beastologist · 1 month
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One other reason why I'm more inclined toward Buck & Tommy? They understand each other's line of work, but they are NOT working in the same firehouse. They WON'T be constantly attached to the hips all day at work and outside of work. Just like Hen, Bobby and Chimney do have their significant others outside the 118 firehouse, I would prefer for Buck to have a significant other outside the 118 firehouse, too. Remember how Hen basically said Buck doesn't have anyone outside the 118? That's a potential difference and improvement Tommy could make for Buck.
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cannibalhellhound · 4 months
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It's late, I am in pain and had an icky day
So
Strange mashup au!!!!!
Because I can
Mav's been adopted by a Very Done™ Space Father
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My glasses broke so I'm passing on details.
But Bakuub just beat the shit out of a group of idiots to save a Tiny Air Gay™.
He's not giving him up.
Custody battle between Viper and Bak, Mav's just happy because he's an attention whore.
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you are a TERRORIST this blog is a front for HAMAS OPERATIONS
huge if true
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gucciguccigarbage · 3 months
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I'm all for acknowledging that some types of bigotry are faced more or exclusively by certain subsets in a community but I also kinda think that you have lost the fucking plot entirely if you've put so much stock in the idea of "tma/tme" classification that you find yourself adding "tmes read this" as some sort of gotcha on a post about your experience with one of the most universal forms of transphobia there is / being mad rather than reassured when people point out youre not alone in that
Like it's very important to point out when something is transmisogyny rather than general transphobia, but sometimes it IS transphobia in general and we should all be able to commisserate.
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lonelysucker7 · 2 months
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LIL DOODLE BOOPING THE BROS (Thanks sis for the idea 🤗)
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(NOTE: THATS NOT LEVI 😭 THATS COMIC BEN)
4/19/24 edit: I added ink
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necratmancy · 1 year
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“I really hope this cold or allergies doesn’t move to my lungs!”
-cold or allergies proceeds to move to my lungs-
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Kamen Rider Geats episode 35 poorly summarized via memes with as little context as possible:
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jaydalorian · 1 year
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saw spiderverse again. crying once more.
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opticblasting · 1 year
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why are flash fans acting like si spurrier is the worst thing to have graced planet earth just because he accepted a job lol. you guys need to recognise that comic creators aren’t as rich as you think they are, a lot of people live from paycheck to paycheck.
spurrier is a very good writer (read suicide squad blaze, hellblazer, way of x, legion of x, damn them all, step by bloody step, the detective comics backups and coda) but he has yet to work on a character that’s extremely popular and very relevant to the public sphere. of course he’d take up the offer to write flash.
does it suck that jeremy adams got booted and couldn’t tell all his stories? absolutely. but he wrote a 36 issue long run, that’s a lot longer than how a lot of runs go these days. it’s also a part of the business, that’s just how it is.
sure, talk about how there could be two flash books in the same vein as batman/detective & superman/action, i agree! but stop trying to villainize one writer over it, everyone is looking for their big break.
talking about an ego and all that is nuts, remember that creatives are real people just like us.
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loki104-uwu · 1 year
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(me watching the year without santa claus) this actually happened I'm not lying to you guys
My Lil Sis:*point to Mother nature* who's that?
Me: oh that*sees the bird fly down on her hat*........
Me: BIRD......
My Lil Sis:..uh....
Me:....*finally snapping back to reality* that's Mother nature :)
My Lil Sis: are you ok?...
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kingdom-dance · 6 months
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I am. So sick. 😩
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colorofchroma · 11 months
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my dad getting unrestricted youtube access was the worst thing that could have happened
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diffenbachiae · 1 year
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I LOVE MY JOB taught a kindergarten field trip today and we went on a signs of spring scavenger hunt and i showed them the spring wildflowers and we talked about life cycles and how the wildflowers have to grow REAL QUICK before the tree leaves open like big umbrellas and block all the sun! the cut-leafed toothwort and the virginia bluebells are up already- these pictures are from yesterday and today the bluebells had tiny little buds already!!
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oceantornadoo · 3 months
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protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in
“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.
“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.
“‘ello?”
“si- simon, it’s me.”
“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.
“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.
“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”
9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.
suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.
“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.
twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.
“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.
“you win.”
fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.
“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.
“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”
“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.
“we’re not together anymore, simon.”
“you’re still my wife.”
silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.
“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.
“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.
“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. “can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.
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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately
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cheesey-rice · 7 months
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Ok low key Ive just watched a letsplay of slay the princess and I'm like a little obssessed. I think I need to like hold buying the game and playing it hostage from myself until I do at the very least the first half of my practice test today even though like theoretically I shouldn't play anything new at all until after I've taken my test.
#the problem is that it is like somehow so appealing to me#like the i contain myltitudes aspect of it actually takes away the anxiety of usual visual novels to me?#oh god sigh im like a boy's boy 99% of the time but its true that like women in media who are complicated and distrusting and mean#snatch me right the fuck up sigh. and the protagonist is a bird you get to be a little creature guy i am so charmed by that i am#personal#thats so funny of me the like social attraction i have to women is like what if you were a big animal with sharp teeth and i brushed them#for you in case you ever got tooth decay from all the biting and killing you have to do :( . and then if sometimes you were sad we could si#together and talk about the way the world changes sometimes...#whereas with guys its like hey i could drive you to the mall right now dude np txt me when you wanna hang out. I want to fix your lawnmower#for you and maybe your relationship problems also#tho i think 'guys' includes a wider scope of like androgynous range in my mind? brain is weird#maybe this is me journaling now but i also think i don't tend to get? kind of socially hurt by others as much as I used to?#Like nowadays most of my social hurt feelings are actually like. anxiety of having to wonder how another person perceives me#in case i feel like they are perceiving me like 'wrong' somehow? but I'm always kind of more concerned with like. whether or not other#people are afraid of me? so social settings where my actions can affect the way others feel towards me are soothing#because those impressions don't feel as 'over' or imutable as when im alone
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