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epickiya722 · 1 year
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Those are questions I can answer! Somewhat.
One was how did he even managed to get some info? Did Skeptic help him or did he do it himself? 1) Unknown! Current hypothesis is that Dabi tried looking into Hawks, found his "lack of existence" hella sus, decided to take a break to bully Endeavor, found "Ending" who was released from prison, who also happened to be an Endeavor fanatic who just so happened to be present during Takami's arrest. I assume he was passionately ranting about the first time he saw Endeavor's flames fight "the thief with red feathers" and how it inspired him to become a villain, and that was enough for Dabi to get curious. Skeptic could've hacked into the HPSC database because surely they'd have a record of all ProHeroes right? But this creates more issues because they erased Hawks' name, they sure as hell wouldn't have records of his mom, so I'm assuming they instead tried following money trails, paychecks from Hawks' agency to his mom's place? We don't really know who was paying for everything, when Hawks was younger it could've been the HPSC, but now I assume it all comes from his paycheck. Tbh I find this whole thing flimsy, Hori was all "Dabi just somehow did it" and expects us to magically he believe he found Hawks' mom's house. Because I think Hori ran into some issues with that plot, I highly suspect he had to find a hasty way to wrap things up and that's a whole separate post if you wanna hear my complaints.
That leads in to how much time he spent finding the information he did because that is some confidential stuff? 2) Oh, absolutely. He has nothing to track because Hawks doesn't even have a birth certificate. He has no legal identity. Removing "Takami Keigo" was more of a formality, cutting off his mind's connection to the name. Following my theory, I say around January to early March is about the time frame for it. Tomie fled at an unknown time before the end of the war, which was last week of March, but since Dabi had his video done for awhile, (everything else was hastily edited in later on the way to the battlefield) I wanna say it could've been earlier in the month? Regardless, within that time frame.
Another is wouldn't that be some information that the Commission would have locked up tight so that no one could access it? Is Skeptic (or Dabi) really that tech savvy or is someone in the Commission is actually worse than what we are lead to believe? 3) See above. Don't think Dabi knows about the HPSC truthfully, he never mentions them. Either because he doesn't want Hawks being seen as sympathetic, or he just doesn't know or care, cause yeah his story would be another way to shatter hero society, but...it doesn't suit the narrative Dabi was going for. Which is a whole other essay.
Another question is did Dabi do research on the other Pro Heroes or did he not care to? 4) Didn't care to. He doesn't actually care about the other Pros. Only Endeavor. He says as much, that "I'm not saying that everybody has to be pure and selfless, just you." He targeted Hawks to get at Endeavor, he realizes Endy cares about him. Says, "This is my present to you Endeavor" when he mentions doing research on Hawks. In the same way he calls bringing Shouto's corpse as "a present" for dear old dad. And I suspect he wants to the public to think that "if Hawks, a hero, killed someone because of his upbringing by a villain for a father, then Dabi, the son of a hero, having killed all these people, must have also been influenced by his hero of a father...but hero? If Dabi turned out this way, how bad is Endeavor?" He's actually implies that really hard too. Pretty much states it out right. I could point out every piece of dialogue but this is getting long lol.
If he did, did nothing strike him as worth enough to disclose to the public? How about Miruko? Knowing her backstory, he didn't think to disclose that? 5) See above. Fatgum actually fought in underground rings too, but Dabi has no grudges against them, nor does he actually care for "please think for critically!" he likes to act like a concerned whistleblower, but Endeavor is his only goal. This whole disaster that ruins the ProHero profession ruins the "hero" Endeavor by default and places the blame on him. It's that association again. He was all, "Even Endeavor's friends, like Hawks are bad!" So I'm assuming this could also partially be his reasons for trying to criticize all heroes in his video, ruin his old man's job fully, no leeway. If they hate the idea of heroes so much, no chances left for Endy, just their hatred for this failure, and when that didn't happen, he's seen thinking to himself, "so I didn't go far enough heh."
Anon, you didn't have to take the time out to answer these questions! You really didn't!
But I really appreciate it anyways and those answers are really thought out and put together!
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samble-moved · 10 months
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post itself
false flags
trans/adjacent tags
accessibility features
tumblr live post (thanks for the link, @problemnyatic)
flashing / strobing / lights
unblockable flashing ad
buying ad free
staff @/macmanx guilt trip
list of staff + more issues
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markscherz · 26 days
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Hey what have you been doing lately?
On my way home from D&D this evening, I stopped by a nearby pond to film this, which I will be using in a lecture on Danish amphibians tomorrow morning.
It’s a phenomenally busy time with lots of deadlines and teaching, so I’m very behind on answering asks, as well as basically everything, but it will pass by the end of June and I’ll be able to breathe again!
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destiel-wings · 3 months
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Are you incapable of making your own post? Why did you add on to that poor persons Merlin post when they dont care about Destiel? And youre too lazy to make your own gifs lol okay. Please dont add on to posts that arent yours. So fucking lazy and annoying.
Hey, if you're the op who made the post, I sincerely apologize. If you don't want that kind of addition i can delete it, no problem.
I love merthur and i love destiel too, and I added that scene from spn to make a comparison between the two ships. It wasn't meant to take anything away from the original post, but my intention was to give it a new light in addition (as people do on this site) by drawing a parallel with another piece of media. A lot of destiel fans love merthur too and i thought the op could get more reblogs and likes on their gif this way (reaching another fandom too).
I know how to make my own posts, I did plenty of them, actually.
What i don't know how to do is gifs, and i have deep appreciation for people who make them, and it is my understanding that they like exposure for their posts, so that their hard work can reach more people.
This is why i reblogged it.
My tags on the reblog were about both ships, i didn't deviate from the original post ignoring it to only talk about another ship (which would've been rude), so i didn't think it could be offensive in any way.
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willgrahamscock · 1 year
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what do you mean you "understand Hannibal Lecter"? He literally abused Will for 3 seasons.. he's a bad person!
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urxdadd · 1 year
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arieslost · 23 days
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getting shy and covering your face while lando puts you in missionary, but he just LAUGHS AT YOU and peels your hands away, claiming that he wants to see your beautiful face when he’s fucking you
the first thing you ever noticed about lando norris was how beautiful his eyes were. the second thing you noticed about him was how intense those eyes were when they’re looking directly at you.
you thought it was hard enough to be on the receiving end of his unrelenting eye contact when you were simply having a conversation, but then you truly learn how hard it is when you sleep with him.
the both of you are certainly experimental, but lando loves nothing more than putting in all the work in order to make you feel good, so missionary is his go-to position, surprising as that may be. and you have yet to be fully okay with the way he stares at you like you hung the moon and the stars while he’s fucking you. not that you don’t like it— you’re just shy, and those gorgeous eyes of his can be overwhelming. lando thinks it’s funny that you still try to hide.
it’s gotten to the point where he can’t contain his laughter, bordering on condescension, every time you try to hide from his gaze when he has your back on the mattress, hips grinding against yours and eyes mapping every inch of your face like it’s the first time he’s looking at you. you still have the audacity to cover your face, and he won’t have it.
“i don’t think so, pretty,” he’ll laugh, wrapping one large hand around both of your wrists and lifting your hands from your face to above your head. “if you wanna come tonight, you have to look at me.”
you whine in response, face heating up both from his words and overwhelm at how he’s looking at you.
“need to see your beautiful face,” he continues, movements picking up to a faster pace. “no hiding, yeah?”
at this, you’ll make a feeble attempt to free your wrists from his grasp. to no avail, of course. he’ll just laugh more, leaning down to kiss you, and if you don’t open your eyes when he pulls away, then he’ll stop everything he’s doing and wait until he gets his way.
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nvuy · 18 days
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h.how do we feel .
“Uh… sorry ‘bout the mess. I’ll make it up to ya.” For good measure, the space cowboy kicks one of the corpses to the side with his boot.
You clutch your chest tighter, heart racing. “You just killed fifteen IPC soldiers in my bar.”
“Yep.”
“You–”
He suddenly looks offended. “Hey. I did the world a favour. I don’t take kindly to rats puttin’ their fudgin’ filthy hands on the merchandise.” He gestures to his torso. Then, he whistles, placing his thumbs on the waistband of his pants. “But, nice place ya got. This your business?”
Dazed, you nod slowly. Your eyes flit to the broken sign and the smashed television hanging over the bar counter.
The bottles are smashed to bits. There’s liquor spilled all over the floor—expensive liquor. This would cost a fortune to fix, let alone to then replace all of the products.
You exhale shakily. You try not to look at the bodies.
The cowboy pities you. You can see it on his face. He says nothing. He awkwardly clears his throat and skims the rim of his hat with his fingers.
This sucks.
“How ‘bout this? I’ll give ya the bounty money so you can fix this place up.”
“Will you pay for my therapy sessions as well?” you chime in, murmuring beneath your breath.
He cracks a smile. “If that’s what you want.”
You lean over the counter and place your head in your hands. Tiredly, you ask, “how much?”
You hear the cowboy click his tongue in thought. “‘Bout… seventy-five? Give or take?”
You look at him from between your fingers. “Huh? Seventy-five hundred?”
The cowboy, yet again, looks offended. “Million, hun. I don’t do my job for cheap. What do I look like to you?”
You squawked. “Seventy-five million?”
“You heard me.” He cocks his head to the side, lips pressed into a thin line. “Why? You like that?”
“You can’t give me seventy-five million credits. Are you serious?” You could feel your face burning in shock. Your hands slam onto the counter, and you point an accusing finger in his face. “You must run some sort of shady business.”
The cowboy looks to the left for a moment.
He blinks at you like you’re stupid.
“You’re serious?” you repeat.
Instead of answering, he pulls out his phone from his pocket. You say nothing about the flimsy orange case, instead watching as he fumbles and squints at the screen before turning it towards you.
He shows you the recent deposit.
As he said. Seventy-five million fat credits sit right there in his account.
Hesitantly, you grab the phone to peer closer. Curiously, you start scrolling. These deposits clearly weren’t new to him. There were so many starting back from about ten years ago. There was a recent one of two-hundred thousand, then another just crossing fifty-seven million–
You were going to pass out. You hand his phone back to him with trembling fingers.
“Seventy-five sound good, or ya want some more?” He was tapping away on the screen again. “Gimme your bank details.”
“No!” You shake your head. “I don’t need your money. It’s fine.”
“How ‘bout eighty?”
“I–”
“Eighty-five.”
“No, I–”
“Round it up.” He turns the phone to you again, this time waiting for you to take it. An empty prompt of a receiver for the credits waits still. “One hundred.”
“Stop. I’m not taking your money.”
“I insist,” was all he said. “Got plenty to dispose of. And was never too responsible wit’ it anyway. Also, don’t really need to spend money on food and stuff, ‘cause, y’know–” He gestures to himself again. “I trashed your place. Lemme help ya fix it up.”
“I’m not taking your money,” you repeat.
The cowboy narrows his eyes at you.
To retaliate, you narrow them back.
Then, grumpily, he states, “you’re stubborn.”
“Yeah.” You bristle defensively. “And?”
“I like it,” he all but purrs. He leans over the counter, fingers drumming over the bench. “If ya don’t want my money, how’z about I take ya out for dinner? To say sorry?”
Huh? You lean back, cowering away from the sharp teeth he displays behind pulled lips. Your heart races in your chest, half out of the anxiety that riddles your veins, but also because he’s practically snapping his teeth in your face like a shark.
Your hands coil into weak fists.
“What do ya think, pretty?”
You look at him.
You suppose he’s handsome—you’re not sure if it’s appropriate to call a cyborg handsome. But he’s got lovely hair, and it falls over his shoulders like water. It covers half his face, but the eye you can see is… trustworthy, to an extent.
He’s definitely not the most insane man you’ve ever met, so that’s a bonus. He also just killed a bunch of soldiers in your territory. You didn’t like the IPC either, and maybe he did do you a favour, but still.
You sigh. You think the pleading flutter of his lashes won you over.
“Fine.”
“That’s the spirit.” He holds out his hand, palm facing upwards. “Phone.”
Your face twists suspiciously. “No funny business.” Hesitantly, you reach into your pocket and hand it to him.
He grins and takes it. “Not at all. I’m a super trustworthy guy.” You find it hard to believe him. Again, he seems to have trouble navigating your phone. He notices you staring. “Sorry. Can’t read very well.”
“Oh.” You straighten up slightly. “Do you want me to add your number instead?”
He makes a face at the phone.
“Nope. I got it.” He hands you back your phone after a moment. The contact is still open on the screen: Boothill. He’s somehow taken a photo of himself without you noticing. “Might’ve added an extra zero. Oops.”
“Oh.” You stare down at the phone number. “There's no zeroes in your number.”
“Sure.” Boothill pulls back from the counter with a tip of his hat. “I gotta run. I’ll set up our lil’ dinner date later.”
You turn your phone off. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“You got it, babe.” He blows you a kiss and waves his hand behind him.
As soon as the door shuts, you get a notification of a successful deposit into your bank account.
Your face immediately drains of blood as you frantically open up the app.
Seven-hundred and fifty million credits sit in your account.
The message attached to it reads, ‘Dont bot her snending it back. Wont work. LOL.’
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c---crow · 2 months
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got any tips for a trans guy about to go on T?
Love your content, man, keep it up!
be mentally prepared to throw out all your old skincare. you Can Not be dead set on being a twink. if you sing, keep singing while your voice is changing no matter how much it cracks. bottom growth is a blessing, never disrespect it. start using use minoxidil now to prevent male pattern baldness if it's something you're worried about. once/if you start being socially labeled as male by strangers, always call out misogyny especially by men. always check in on and support your transfem sisters, now more than ever. be mindful of your biases. keep up with your blood work.
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becca-e-barnes · 10 months
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
- 🍯
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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sorry if this is asking too much but can you please tw/cw for france/french people?
... Anon this is a Les Misérables blog?
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nessieartss · 2 months
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the way you draw sukuna... makes me fall for him harder... that's not supposed to happen 😭 i'm supposed to be his biggest and most devoted hater... why is your art so good 😭😭😭
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then I’m afraid ur not ready for this one anon. This might be the best sukuna that I’ve drawn
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rinneverse · 1 month
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Boothill….ougurrr….fucking you as if he’ll get you pregnant….
hey. when i catch you. this has been plaguing my mind ever since i saw the notif for it. mdni / nsfw content ahead. f!reader. mentions of breeding n’ pregnancy.
Boothill knows better.
He knows that it’s entirely impossible—that he doesn’t even have that capability anymore—but every day spent with you he yearns for it more and more.
The thought of seeing you pregnant with his child plagued his mind every single night.
It’s especially apparent in the way he fucks you: slow, deep strokes, pressing his metallic body right up against the flesh of your heated skin, fucking into you with a purpose, no matter if that purpose would be fruitless in the end.
“Sugar,” Boothill groans into your ear, sharp teeth nipping at your lobe. “You’re killin’ me here—fuck—grippin’ me so tight.. it’s like you don’t wan’ me to ever pull out.”
Your fingers press into metallic shoulders as his synthetic cock hits that spongy spot inside of you, a delighted mewl falling from your lips as he mouths sloppily down the slope of your neck.
“Feels s’good,” you whine back, legs wrapping tight around his waist. “Baby, Boothill, please.”
He nearly snarls with an animalistic heat as his name falls from your lips, an angelic plea that he never wants to stop hearing. His hips snap harder, pace growing more ruthless, and your song grows more and more desperate as he brings you closer to climax.
“Never w’nna stop pounding this sweet pussy—mmh, yeah—I wanna put a baby in ya, w’nna make sure you’re nice n’ full..!”
He can feel his sensory receptors working into overdrive as he fucks into you, icy metallic fingertips gripping your hips so tightly that there’s no chance of you escaping him even as you squeal and flutter around him.
“Wait!” you cry. Pretty silvery tears of pleasure line your lashes, threatening to spill over down your cheeks. “T’much, slow down, g’nna cum, wait..!”
Boothill ignores your pleas, snapping his hips with a new fervor as he angles his cock to hit that perfect little spot inside you. He wants you to cum, and he wants you to cum hard.
“You like that idea, huh?” Boothill goads you. “The idea of bein’ pumped full of my kids? Yeaaah, you’re clenchin’ so tight around me. C’mon sugar, cum, I know you can.”
Boothill has never wished for something more as you cum around his cock with a cry. He’s never longed for his humanity more—the ability to empty his load inside your convulsing heat, to make you a mother, to see you so round and full of his kids.
In another life, perhaps, the two of you start a happy family together. One where this dream of his can come true.
For this one, he’ll just settle for making you cum until you’re seeing stars.
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markscherz · 4 months
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Is there any frog species you have a grudge against?
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Meet Gephyromantis (Phylacomantis) pseudoasper
Peak calling activity? Between 3 and 4 am 😡
Its preferred perch? The canvas of my tent 🙃
The decibels of its call? Jet-engine levels 🫨
The sound? Fuckin' Star Wars lasers.
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corffee · 2 months
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Dropping this fun piece of info here:
https://x.com/dillanmurillo/status/1775727017163657579?s=46&t=UdNtgFl-8YuvLicwWoYN0Q
Adding to my list….
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OHOHOHOHOHH I CANT BE TRUSTED TO KNOW THIS KIND OF KNOWLEDGE CAUSE IM ALREADY HAVING NORMAL THOUGHTS. And this artist is also a known sonadow enjoyer since he made a small fan animation of shadow once again being a protective bf lol.
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fanaticalthings · 26 days
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Jason being the easiest kid is super funny. Bruce looking at Jason and remembering Dick at 18: “we can work through this. He’ll come around if I don’t give up on.”
Bruce, watching over a freshly street-snatched Jason: Why is he so calm
Having Dick as the rambunctious, feral, and unhinged first child must've given him SO much whiplash once Jason entered the picture. Lil guy just vibed in his own world. Just reading books and doing schoolwork. Baby Jason hurt nobody.
Bruce will just be going over the ground rules of the manor, remembering all the chaos Dick brought upon the household.
Bruce: No swinging from the chandelier.
Jason: ?? I wasn't planning to?
Bruce: No murder.
Jason: What? That never even crossed my mind-
Bruce: And please, for the love of God, don't sneak out and try to beat up the nearest criminal on our block
Jason:
Jason: WHO is responsible for these rules being created??
Bruce will just come home from a long day of work. He's tired and just wants a nice, quiet evening, but he's subconsciously psyching himself up to prepare himself for the chaos he'll witness once he enters the manor
but then Jason's just quietly doing his own thing, maybe even helping Alfred with some chores, reading, or just lounging about in the manor. In general, just causing no trouble and Bruce just turns to Alfred, all worried like, "Is he sick? I don't think children are supposed to behave this way."
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