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i thought i was out of sweets but i just remembered. the icing sugar. and hot cocoa powder. i can make icing
#not art#diabetes speedrun when im not too lazy to get up and make a cup of icing#the coco powder has choccie chips too#boyeeeeee
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Fluffy puppyyyyyyy!!
#I love Barnaby#he's the fluffiest goodest boyeeeeee#barnaby b beagle#welcome home#welcome home barnaby#clown illustrations
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Moss 'graves' groves, autism horse extraordinaire
he got his cutiemark from stumbling on a long decayed body in the woods and taking it upon himself to find out who this is and how they died. He's my special little (forensic)pathology pony and hes failing horse med school 💚
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ok ammys muse is napping so uhhhh, general starter call?? just like ♥ this and tell me who u want, and if ur also a multi specify a muse on ur end too !
#` starter call || wink wink nudge nudge `#( sdjhfbsdf all these starter calls r so rare for me but im excited abt it!! my writing!!! its comin back boYEEEEEE )#( also dont mind the activity tab on the muse pages they dont rly mean anything tbh JHSDJF )
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Gengar <3 i love you gengarrrr
#seb speaks#no particular reason why im saying this i just felt the need to express my love for gengar#hehe bigg boyeeeeee#i have never finished a poke/mon game.
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but also FUCKITY SHIT FUCK balls
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Cole DA:I my ghost son I still love he so MUCH
#reblogs one (1) mutual's art of Cole and then just become overcome with feeling#abt the BOYEEEEEE#K.R. shush#DA Blogging
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I love how sighthounds are always either like
"IM FAST AS FUCK BOYEEEEEE!"
Or
"don't look at me or I will crumble into ash and scream of our hubris into the silent void among our heads"
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#I chuckled#hard to argue with that#answered#anonymous#a delicate ferrari#occasionally tormented by vague anguish
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Any particular reason why you chose to not go by your canon name? Dante and Ruby are really sick by the by but I'm just curious.
oh yeah! because i hate it :) see, canon me is held down by this (fuckin idiotic) idea that you cant just change your name unless ur like trans or something. like "u cant just change ur name to a cooler one Just Because, u have to have an actual good reason, otherwise ur just stuck with the name u were given"
but 1)thats fuckin stupid u can just do whatever u want forever and 2)i am trans, actually so that argument isnt even relevant LMAO
cat & juice have always joked abt how if tate realized he could just change his name it'd probably be dante (as in dante's inferno by whirlybird) and so i got here, remembered that, and was like oh hell yeah thats my name now, boyeeeeee
to clarify, this doesnt mean u should call canon tate dante. keep callin him tate. me havin a different name also serves to better differentiate between me n canon me :) canon tate will probably not realize this til well after the events of the comic (and wont go by ruby bc he doesnt have my friend who gave me that name lol)
#asks#Anonymous#thanks for tha questions ive tricked u into letting me talk about the comic as well in a way heeheehoo#🃏
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my throat hurts bad as FUCK rn i cant SWALLOW anything it HORTS to swallow you know what that means babeyyyyyy...... ANOTHER VOICE DROPPPPP YEAHHHH ANOTHER W FOR TESTOSTERONE BOYEEEEEE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO I LOVE BEING A MAN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
#making this post bc i am actually just a baby and my throat DOES hurt bad as fuck and its killing me and im trying to be positive#but i know its a voice drop bc it cracks like darwin watterson every time i talk and i have zero other symptoms#i was just wondering when id get another one too.... and my 6 month anniversary is tomorrow.........#life is good :]#trans#trans joy#ftm
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Tracy Puppy Pile
For @janetm74, because while I can picture Scott as a parent, it was more fun to picture him as an uncle to small nephews. Virgil’s kids, to be precise. Warning: it’s complete and utter fluff. And some whump, poor Scott. Also, some very blue language. Enjoy!
(cc: @womble1, also for the idea.)
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Thwap. Scott winced and opened his eyes. He realised he was lying on the daybed by the pool. A small arm lay across his face. Frowning, he removed the arm from his face and turned his head. The small arm, he discovered, belonged to three-year-old Kip, who was snoring on his right. He grinned.
Like father, like son.
Glancing to his left, he spied Alex, also snoring - this paternal inheritance amused Scott to no end - sprawled next to him, left hand curled around Scott’s bicep and right leg resting on his hip. If the twins were on either side of him, that meant the weight on his chest had to be - he looked up and accidentally buried his face in a thatch of red hair - Jack, age one, lying face down on his chest, asleep. And not snoring.
He must take after Rebecca. Hmmm, how did we end up here?
Scott took a moment to recall his morning. The island needed restocking, and Jeff had a physio appointment in Sidney. A group consisting of Jeff, Grandma, Gordon, Virgil and Rebecca had gone in Thunderbird Two. Virgil and Rebecca were to resupply the island after dropping off the other three at Jeff's physio appointment. Gordon and Grandma accompanied Jeff to discuss his progress with his doctor and update his regimen.
Scott smiled. Though keen to get his health back after being in space for nearly a decade, his father was chafing at the restrictions remaining on him by medicos seven years after his return. He had tried convincing his family he could slack on some of his rehab, but they weren't having it. Jeff even appealed to Rebecca in the hopes she would side with him. But after discussing it with Grandma, the best she could offer was to go to his doctor and have his exercise and dietary regimen reevaluated.
Jeff felt betrayed. “Et tu, Becca?” But his family - led primarily by Grandma, Virgil and Gordon - agreed this was a good idea. So, on this appointment, Dad had company.
The man who said, ‘humanity never got anywhere taking it easy’ was trying to take it easy. Scott smiled wryly. He checked his watch. They should be back soon.
With Kayo (something secret with Lady Penelope), Alan (at uni), and Selene (several client meetings) in London, and with John working on Five, Scott had been the only adult left on the island to watch the boys. He had been busy with rescues of late and was keen to spend some quality time with The Nephews. After a morning spent walking his favourite and most scenic trails around the island, followed by a quick jaunt to the beach to cool their feet, the quartet had found themselves back in the villa's kitchen for a snack. Then Jack wanted to snuggle, followed by Kip and Alex. The daybed was the closest place to comfortably lie horizontal with small, tired children.
A sudden pain in his side made Scott gasp. He quickly placed a hand on Jack's back to keep him from rolling off. What on earth?
Alex shifted again, digging his elbow into his uncle's ribs. Scott gasped again, quickly placing his hand between him and Alex's sharp elbow. Oof, that hurt.
Muttering under his breath, Scott gently tried to manoeuvre Alex so he couldn't jab Uncle Scott with his pointy elbow. Distracted by Alex, he was unprepared for the hand that smacked him in the face. Thwap!
Kip! Scott swiftly turned to find an angelic Kip snoring into his armpit. Lowering the boy's arm, he tried to shift Kip so he wouldn't keep hitting his favourite uncle in the face. He managed to shift the boy into his back. That should help.
Small boys resettled, Scott took a breath and, cosied by three small furnaces, found himself dozing. Puppy Pile: The Next Generation was FAB.
I like being an uncle. They really are the sweetest boyeeeeees!
Scott yelped, blinded by the searing pain that made him see stars. He was wholly unprepared for Jack's foot to so accurately connect with his testicles as the sleeping toddler shifted.
Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck!! That hurts!!
Scott sucked in deep breaths of air. This definitely hurt more than when a twelve-year-old John had squarely kicked the head of his penis as the redhead shifted in his sleep. To make matters worse, John wasn't sorry and still teased Scott about it to this day.
That unrepentant fucker! He had escaped to Thunderbird Five, claiming he and EOS had work to do. That absolutely sneaky fucker!! Next time he can watch Virgil's kids.
Through controlled breaths, the pain slowly began to recede. Shifting Jack, so his legs straddled his waist, Scott felt he had sorted his nephews sufficiently to enable him to catch a restorative nap.
He had dozed for about a dozen minutes when something hard connected with his jaw. Stunned, Scott discovered Alex had shifted in his sleep and had somehow kicked his uncle in the head. His yelp of surprise caused Kip to stir, prompting a hand to thwap Scott's face. A sudden pain in his side made him jump. Looking at Kip, Scott saw him, still asleep(!), lunge and bite him a second time.
WTF?!?
Reaching to move Kip caused Jack to shift, and both of his feet connected with Scott's groin in a one-two kick. Weeping in pain and trying not to scream, Scott slid the small redhead onto the daybed, and he slid off it, rolling on the ground.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!!
Scott didn't just see stars this time. Now he saw whole technicolour constellations. That's it. He decided once he could think again. Never again am I looking after the Terrible Three Tracys. And, Kayo and I are definitely never having kids.
He crawled to the kitchen for ice packs and some pain medicine. He swallowed the pain pills and sank to the floor, unable to stand any longer. He sighed, leaning against the cabinet with the ice pack on his groin and jaw. Never, ever having kids. Kayo will understand. She's wonderful like that.
Slowly, he recovered, dozing in the cool shade of the kitchen. Just as the last tendrils of pain faded away, he heard Thunderbird Shadow and Thunderbird Two returning. Ah, good. Scott was keen to see his wife and return Virgil's children to his care. He pulled himself to his feet. The movement didn't hurt. He was relieved. Craning his neck, he saw the three terrors were still asleep on the daybed.
No more puppy piles for me. I can be immune to their cute puppy dog eyes…, especially Kip. Why does he have to so closely resemble Virgil? That's fighting dirty.
Scott turned toward the stairs when he heard family coming down them.
“Hey Scott, how were things?” Virgil made a beeline for the daybed, rousing his children.
“Things were good.”
“Scott, are you okay?” Frowning, Rebecca approached him, looking concerned.
“I'm fine.”
She peered closely at him. “What happened to your jaw?”
“Oh, it's nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.” Scott smiled at her. Rebecca's expression suggested she didn't believe him. “Really, Becca, I'm fine.”
“Hmm. Well, thank you for watching the boys.” She kissed him on the cheek. “It was a productive trip.”
“That's good.”
Gordon came in, carrying a box of supplies. “Yeah, Dad can cut back on two of his medications and drop several exercises.”
“That's really good news!”
“I agree.” The man himself strolled into the kitchen and sat at the table.
“Grandpa!” Three little rested boys came tearing into the kitchen.
“Boys!” Jeff hugged his grandbabies as they tried to climb into his lap.
“Guys, go easy on Grandpa. He can't play with you like Uncle Scott or me.”
“Oh! Daddy, we had the bestest time wit Uncle Scoot!” Alex beamed, and Kip nodded in agreement.
Virgil tossed Jack in the air, expertly catching him. “Did you have a good time with Uncle Scoot, too?”
Jack giggled merrily in reply.
“Well, this is a happy gathering!”
“Kayo!”
“Hi, Kayo!”
“Honey, you're home. I missed you.” Scott kissed his wife.
“I am. And I missed you, too.”
“Did you have a good time in London?”
“I had an interesting time.”
“Oh?” Scott looked closely at his wife. She was glowing. She mouthed something he didn't catch. “What?”
Kayo grinned at him. “Let's tell them.”
“Tell them? Tell them what? Kayo….”
“Everyone, can we have your attention?” Everyone stopped and looked at Scott and Kayo. “We have some news to share.”
We do? Scott frowned. What had she mouthed to him?
“We're pregnant!”
As everyone gathered around Kayo to offer their congratulations, Scott sat on his chair, stunned. I'm gonna be a father? He rested his hand on his jaw, briefly miserable. I'm going to be a father. He brightened. I'm going to be a dad…And I can have Virgil watch my kid. Smiling, he joined his family.
Puppy Pile: The Next Generation was a go.
-fin-
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u n me:
🤝
florida
YEAAAAAAHHH BOYEEEEEE
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5000 likes!
HECK yeah BOYEEEEEE
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A BOYEEEEEE
#pokemon#pokemon go#pokego#blastoise#shiny blastoise#yaaaaaaaasssssss#without moving from the comfort of my home in this scorching summer day as well!
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I ain't been super active, but what's been new with me? I finally got myself scheduled for some top surgery yeah boyeeeeee
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William Jonathan Drayton Jr. (born March 16, 1959) known by his stage name Flavor Flav is a rapper and hype man. Known for his yells of “Yeah, boyeeeeee!” when performing, he was a founding member of the rap group Public Enemy alongside Chuck D; with them, he has earned six Grammy Award nominations and has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
He starred in multiple VH1 reality series, including The Surreal Life, Strange Love, and Flavor of Love.
He was born in Roosevelt, New York, and grew up in Freeport. He is the cousin of former Penn State basketball player Shep Garner and of Brooklyn MC Timbo King of the Royal Fam. He is a cousin of rappers Ol’ Dirty Bastard, RZA, and GZA of the Wu-Tang Clan.
He taught himself piano and began playing at the age of five. He sang in the youth choir at his church and mastered the piano, drums, and guitar at an early age. According to Chuck D, he is proficient in fifteen instruments. By the time he dropped out of Freeport High School in the 11th grade, he had been in and out of jail for robbery and burglary.
He attended culinary school in 1978. He attended Adelphi University, where he met Carlton Ridenhour (known as Chuck D). They first collaborated on Chuck D’s hip-hop college radio show, they began rapping together. His stage name Flavor Flav was originally his graffititag.
He had his first three children with Karen Ross, three more with Angie Parker, a son with Elizabeth Trujillo, and another child with Kate Gammell. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence
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