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what do you MEAN "history of the entire world, i guess" is SIX YEARS OLD
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my body feels like its levitating and bc of it i have the sudden urge to draw trey clover hot to give nanami more reasons to annoy u :))
draw him with honeyuu- and tag me- if you can ofc <3
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#(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ salem ♥#honey.txt#trey clover#ew t*ey >:(((#WHAT JDHGJHDGHDGD#>:000#SALEM I SWEAR IM-#NOT NANA PLEASE DHJDGJDJHDGHJ#SHE'S GONNA KILL THE DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME DJHDGHJD#honeymilkdepresso.exe#DISCORD WILL SPAM HELL BY HER COMMAND DGHDGDGHDGJ
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2024 is a new year with new possibilities and hope but I will not forget a single moment or martyr in Palestine from the past 85 days
#in 2024 Palestine will be free but in 2023 over 21 000 Palestinians were killed#be mindful of your celebrations#palestine#🦢
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ok how are you people putting commas in your tags
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if you're subscribed to the washington post, it's time to cancel your subscription
as if their coverage of the genocide in gaza wasn't bad enough, this is now the kind of vile racist shit they're apparently okay with publishing in their editorial cartoons
and if you're unfamiliar with the artist, michael ramirez, here are some of the cartoons he's made for other publications:
(putting them under a read more because there are so many of them and they're all disgustingly racist and/or islamophobic)
#free palestine#israel#gaza#racism cw#islamophobia cw#there's a ton more cartoons i could add#this guy is vile even for a political cartoonist#and the fact that WaPo is willing to publish this guy? and now????#just as the number hit 10 000 dead civilians - 4000 of them children - this is the guy they chose to ''satirize'' the ongoing genocide#i already hate the WaPo (see: their coverage of any global conflict ever) but this is low even for them
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step 1 post kimty
step 2 ???
step 3 profit
#cotl shamura#shamura cotl#cotl narinder#narinder cotl#cult of the lamb#just a little man! 2(000) years old!
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ok but uta is one of the most fun sillies to draw in one piece <33
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what do we think about breaking up with rindou only to find out that you're pregnant with his kid a little while after but you couldn't tell him before it's too late because he's already overseas pursuing his dream and you're so scared. you're absolutely terrified. but deep down you just couldn't... do it to him. so you decide to have the kid all by yourself and you find out later that it's a boy.
and one day while in town your boy who's already able to run and talk walks a little too fast ahead of you and he breaks off your connected hands, so you lose him in the crowd. you're worried -- both hands so sticky and sweaty despite the winter cold and you're yelling for his name while in search for the beige-coloured scarf you'd wrapped around his neck earlier, and you do find it. it's still on your boy -- he's at the bus stop and he's standing under the shelter.
but the scarf's wrapped differently around his neck, in an awfully familiar pattern that you find yourself growing warmer by the second, because that wasn't how you wrapped it around his neck before leaving the house -- that was how someone else used to do it around yours.
and your son's talking to a man -- or more like he's asking him questions like he'd do to you when confused at something. you can tell that he's intrigued by him. surprised, even.
of course he'd be.
he's looking right at his father.
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Hi :) Hi Hi Hi! Helloooo
Sooooo I don't know if you do requests or not but JUST STAY WITH ME ON THIS- XD
So.... what about... some Monarch Shattered Dream and Knight!Cross content ( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛)
Just a suggestion XD
set them free
Monarch by @wishingstarinajar || Shattered Dream by galacii-gallery / galacii
Knight by stankychee || Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95
#zu art#comic#ask#monarch#shattered dream#knight#cross!sans#undertale#undertale au#utmv#hi hi hii! <3#your ask was just in time *w*#I've been thinking about them for a while /// thank you for motivating! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)#these two are my guilty pleasure ♪#i love you mute comics i love you soft touches i love you bittersweet feelings i—#ALSO#thank you guys so much for 16 000+! ∑(°▽°)♡#your support is the greatest gift I'm so grateful for <3#let's have more fun together! ☆
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idk if anyone's done this before me but
did anyone else think that. With the height of Starlo's sprite and with Dalv having his hand stuck out in his snowdin sprite... If you remove pops you can kinda just....
Stick 'em together like Barbie dolls.
You're welcome corn yaoi nation.
(Clear PNGS under the cut)
#Thems!! :]#Corn yaoi#starlo uty#uty dalv#starlo x dalv#I've had these images for a few days now but I've only uploaded em to two discord servers#apparently someone put it on the official corn yaoi server which is swag :000#Anyways!!! Dalv and Starlo my beloveds!!!#Also I should mention these are NOT my sprites!!#I only got the pngs clear and removed pops so I could slot em together to hold hands#Sorry pops 😔 but I had to do it .... For corn yaoi...#undertale yellow#uty#Your honour if they're not canonly gay then why do their hands fit perfectly together? /J/J
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Here's a reference for my objectsona, Tangramy!!🔷
#feel free to make fan art !!! :000#and tag me if you do! ^_^#bfdi#osc#object show community#object shows#objectsona#object sona#object oc#tangramy#tangram#my art
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Holy sh_t there are two Ace Trappola's on this page
WHO ARE YOU ACE???? UH SHIT I MEAN- ACE... CLONE..??
Sincerely, the REAL Ace anon, the smug jerk
(This is for jokesies! Please don't take it offensively!! But there are two Ace anon's on this page JGSJDHJS)
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The death toll in Gaza has reached 13,000, with at least 5,500 being children and 3,500 being women
#and at least 30 000 injured#not to mention the thousands missing and hidden in rubble#another very grim news day from Palestine but then again every day is!!!!#palestine#🦢
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S1 Soulmate Au prompt inspired by @subbaculture 's prompt wherein "Eddie learns Tengwar just to be special and so Steve's been kicking around with "What's Kickin', Sexy?" on his body
What Tommy Hagan hadn’t been blessed with in terms of intelligence. God - in his allegedly infinite wisdom - had seen fit to redistribute into shoulder width.
Tommy, in turn, swanned around Hawkin’s High shoulder-checking every freak, geek and nerd into nearby lockers; with the kind of wingspan better suited to weirdly proportioned monkeys.
Hellfire members were no stranger to it. Two weeks ago Hagan had run into Gareth hard enough to leave a bruise. A “bump” with enough force behind it that he’d bounced off the lockers and landed on the floor.
Which, fine, two could play at that game. Even if Hagan could barely get his hand off Carol’s tits to realize there were counter-moves to be made at all.
A grade A dick move, even if it was also incredibly boring and pedestrian. The kind of thing jocks who barely had two braincells to rub together saw as peak comedy. Giggling like a cross between a group of cavemen and a flock of pre-school girls whenever their ring-leader du jour started herding freaks like a neurotic border collie.
“Watch it, freak.” Hagan hissed, skirting around Eddie without bothering to shove him at all. Giving a wide berth to whatever zone of contagious freak cooties being Eddie Munson brought to the table.
Behind him, Gareth - blocked from the rest of the hall by Eddie’s leather jacket, in a way only freshies were short enough to pull off - buried a laugh in a cough, muffled into the heel of his hand. Not missing the way that even Hagan - the most infamous asshole of them all - looked ready to bolt as soon as Eddie waved him off in a jaunty salute.
Victory tasted sweet and electric. Fizzing under his skin the way Wayne’s Miller Lites would bubble in the back of his throat, whenever Eddie stole a sip from the half open cans in the back of their fridge. It made him stupid in a way those brief tastes of beer hadn’t managed to yet.
Being The Freak came with perks. An untouchable radius that left Eddie drunk with power. Riding the high of knowing that maybe Highschool didn’t have to suck all the time. That he could play at being a rabid guard dog for the lost little sheep of the world, rail against dickheads like Hagan and win.
Maybe he could use it to plead temporary insanity for what he did next. Riding the high into a really, spectacularly stupid idea.
Everyone had their words.
Eddie’s were tucked away, hidden along the curve of his rib. A curly chicken scratch that mixed print and cursive into a barely legible mess.
‘Is that like, yiddish?’
A weird-ass question, until Eddie had pulled an all nighter on a now infamous school night, falling in love with Middle earth. Head filled with nothing but the dark halls of Khazad-dûm, the sweeping boughs of Lothlórien.
Speak friend and enter.
Pedo mellon a minno.
He’d traced the words over and over. Thrilled by the lilt, the cadence, the beautiful rise and fall of consonants no one else would understand.
Setting his heart there and then on the dorkiest greeting anyone could have come up with. But hey, it was original, which was half the battle people went through when picking soulmate greetings.
He’d gone through several variations. Always in Sindarin, because why the hell not.
People usually saved them, tucked them far away from casual conversation. Bizarre phrases, always non-sequitour, brought out only for special occasions. That lightning strike of instant attraction. People you could see yourself connecting with. Hoping they would be a part of you as much as you were theirs.
He couldn’t see himself connecting with Tommy Hagan in a million years. Not even if they waited in that hallway until the heat death of the universe.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t terrorize him with the possibility.
“What’s Kickin’ Sexy?”
He yelled after Hagan’s retreating back, with its fuck-off wide shoulders; elvish mangled, but passable. Enjoying the rictus of horror on his face, going from anger to fear and back again.
He shifted on his heel, pushing Gareth further behind him in case things got ugly. Herding him back towards Jeff with little bumps, as both of them tried to muscle down their cackling. Nerdy enough to piece together the gist of what Eddie had been hollering about. Even if Jeff was better at Quenya, because he was a weirdo and a purist about that kind of shit.
All in all, a job well done, assuming Hagan didn’t flip his shit and start throwing punches to assert dominance.
Or at least, it felt like it, until Harrington - trailing behind Hagan - sucked all the air out of the room. Hands on his hips, a furrow on his brow, blurting it out without even thinking about it.
“Is that like, Yiddish?”
You could have heard a pin drop.
Panic clamped around Eddie’s throat like a vice. The same way Gareth’s hand, tiny and tense - he had yet to hit his growth spurt - wrapped around the edge of Eddie’s leather jacket. Pushing past the waistband of his jeans to claw at skin.
The side that mattered, one they both knew had those words that wrapped around Eddie’s chest. Curving towards the sternum.
Whatever face he was making gave it away instantly.
Harrington’s face shuttered and fell. A whole host of micro expressions that passed through in a second before he scrubbed them away. A pair of shaking hands that rubbed at his eyes and dragged down his face. Peeking at Eddie through a gap in his fingers.
“Jesus Christ it’s you; isn’t it?”
Behind Eddie, Gareth tugged him half a step back, nails digging into his hip. Little half-moon crescents he barely felt now, but would find later.
“Steve?” The waver in Hagan’s voice would have been funny if it wasn’t nauseating.
Terrifying, when Steve waved him off and stepped towards Eddie. Jerky and halting, like a puppet with half it’s strings cut.
“I can’t fucking believe this Munson. You gotta tell me if it is.” Steve bit out, with a wobble that sounded too trembling and confused to be anger. Even if it would come later.
It was probably coming later.
Anger always got there in the end, with boys like Harrington. Sharp comebacks and sharper right hook always winning out, spurred on by that bone-deep, animal fear of losing your place in the social food chain.
King Steve didn’t seem worried it yet though. Adding to the bizarre hilarity of the situation as he undid his belt and untucked his shirt to the concerned shouts of everyone left in the hall, witnesses to this trainwreck.
If Eddie hadn’t been convinced he’d died and gone to purgatory a minute earlier. He would have been convinced there and then.
As Steve Harrington turned around, bunched his striped polo up high and his khaki’s down low. Stripping down to show the athletic curve of a hip. The dip of a waist that looked small next to his swimmer’s shoulders - almost wide enough to rival Hagan’s - a scattering of moles that dusted across his lower back, framing his mark.
There, on King Steve’s back, bracketed by dimples, low enough to count as a truly slutty tramp stamp sat Eddie’s words. The swooping curves of Tengwar branded into his skin.
“What’s kickin’, Sexy?”
#just a silly little s1 au bc i could not get the stupid baby versions of them having to deal with this out of my head lmao#txt.wav#steddie#i havent written anything in a million years hallelujah#maybe i can start again now that i broke the ice :000
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