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omgsen · 2 days
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“Text me when you get home” means “i love you, be safe.”
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shauernichole · 3 days
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fandomfuntimem · 17 hours
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Dp x Dc
Clark got an invite to visit is cousin Maddie in Amity park! He always enjoys visiting them. Its a wild time, Maddie's kids are nice, and he gets to be the coolest cousin in the world. Impressing his little cousins with tricks that could only be explained by magic (he has litteraly crushed a rock to dust to make is "disapear").
But when he arrives this time, maybe bringing a few friends with him (i imagine the main group is Bruce, Clark, Lous, and maybe Damian, Tim, Conner, and Jon), the Town is chaos. Rouge government agents running around, magic undead creatures wreaking Havoc, and a young superhero barely holding it together. Even worse, Maddie and her husband seem so wrapped up in their work that they don't even notice their kids half the time! AND WHY DOES DANNY FORGET TO BREATH????!?!?!?!?!?
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sharkgirldick · 6 hours
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The easiest way to get in my pants is to cuddle me btw. I will get hard and very embarrassed and do my best to hide it. If you look in my eyes and tell me you want me you will be getting railed shortly.
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frostedpuffs · 1 day
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i think if you're participating in a fandom yet vehemently hate the source material it's probably time to move on to another fandom instead of wasting your time constantly criticizing the source material and/or those who genuinely enjoy it
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dragonpyre · 14 hours
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Laios’ mini monologue in todays episode hits a lot harder in the English dub when you realize his voice actor has autism too
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ren-054 · 3 days
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Tiny AIW Excerpt…
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(This doesn’t guarantee a bigger story in the future, have mercy on me pls /lh)
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(prologue thing?)
They took away everything I had left to hold onto. Everything but them, at least. It almost felt freeing, a relief, in a strange way.
The scent of flowers was thick and sweet to my senses. My thoughts slowly blur together as I drowned in the heavy aroma.
No longer did I have to uphold myself as a person. In this land, responsibility was merely a word. A silly word, at that. I was being offered the chance to be freed from the pressure of my former life on a silver platter by the people who have unfailingly proved their devotion to me again and again. Who would I be to deny them?
Gentle hands of cool metal joints and warm motors take my own of flesh. There is an unspoken promise in our grasps.
Out there, there wasn’t anything waiting for me. Really, I had submitted to my fate long before I came here. Before I met them.
I would miss the surface.. My friends.. My brother..
If I just stayed right where I was, surely I’d be happy. He said so. They both did. And I believe them, as much as they believe in me that I’ll stay. I have nowhere to run, therefore I’d never think to walk.
Here, I’ll be safe. Here, I’ll be happy.
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“Sugarcube!~ It’s time for tea!”
I shift as a voice rouses me awake and I groan in protest. I felt so warm… I didn’t want to get up… Get up…
Get up from where?
Eyes snapping open, I sit up, finding myself on a grass and wool-stuffed mattress. A warm blanket made of soft fibers had been wrapped around my body, shrugged off when I began to scan my surroundings.
The room was dimly lit and the air was crisp, making me imagine the walls were made of stone or perhaps bricks. Unfortunately my vision wasn’t the best without my glasses. Candles were lit about the room. There were no windows, but there was a lone door on the far wall. Was I underground?
“There’s my little sunshine!” The same voice from before warbled, followed by the clinking of porcelain. “Come! Come! Before your tea gets cold!”
With bleary vision, I turn toward the voice. At a small wooden table set in the middle of the room sat a familiarly flamboyant red-clad figure with their knees up to their chest as they tried to sit in one of the child-sized chairs. I began shuffling off the bed, brushing myself off.
“M-Mister Hatter?” I mumbled as I walked over. “Wher—“
The Hatter tutted at me before I could finish, placing a delicate finger up to my lips. “Dearest little dewdrop, I told you, you can just call me Sun!”
“Uh, Sun?” I eyed the liquid the bot was pouring into the cups. Yellow flower petals and flecks of green herbs floated prettily along the surface of the unknown brew.
“Hmmm?” Hatter hummed, the swirls in his eyes seeming to glow with warmth at the sound of his name.
“Where am I? I didn’t fall down another hole again, did I?” I rubbed at my eyes. “And have you seen my glasses anywhere?”
“Oh! Those are right here!” Dodging my first question, the Hatter pointed at the other side of the table which sat the other teacup along with the distinct sheen of my lenses against the candlelight. “Come on! Have a sit with this lonely hatter!”
“Ah, right.” I nodded before taking my seat across from the bot, putting my glasses back on once I sat. Ah, vision at last.
The first thing I realized was the room was dingy, dustier than I expected. Before I could really notice any other finer details, Sun piped up once again.
“Very good, my dear,” he praised with a light laugh that made me nearly blush. “Now then, where you are. That’s a simple one!”
I leaned in with anticipation. With a relaxed—almost smug—gaze, the Hatter answered.
“I brought you home.”
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magz · 2 days
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Seperate post for priority.
Update Edit: Have $74 of $90u.s. needed left for this week's supplies as a disabled person (April 24 to April 30, 2024)
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marinaratrench05 · 3 days
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poloxi · 1 day
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No matter what you experience, keep your intentions pure, keep your soul pure.
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fieldsofvarley · 1 day
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you commit one act of forbidden magic and suddenly it’s all ‘i’m turning her to the elves of the west’ ‘i’m reporting it to the lord of the island’….god forbid women do anything. ​thistle is allowed to laugh while marcille can only chuckle.
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deloveusion · 2 days
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from the bottom of her heart, please know, that she appreciates being slammed against a wall with your hand down her pants and your breath against her neck saying that she is yours and only yours
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xielianlover2 · 3 days
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free-my-mindd · 1 day
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I’m moving with love so I’m not focused on who isn’t.
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canarykisses · 2 days
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moth!mumbo au except when he was younger he was literally just a caterpillar. I imagine a conversation with grian, scar, and him going something like this:
scar: “mumbo, if youre a moth, what did you look like as a baby?”
mumbo: “Oh no worries i have photos!” *a fucking caterpillar*
grian: “aww just like pearl”
scar: “am i the only one who didnt know about this???”
grian, having a moth sister, is automatically just like. yeah he was a caterpillar. hes a moth?? I thought elves were in touch with nature??
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giddyaunt425 · 1 day
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