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i really do love how death adds to characters in hi3
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don’t mind the name change- it’s still soop/joop
there’s my proof
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just had a peter parker moment.
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The thing about miraculous is the fact that like, it’s got the usual kid show things of like “omg this would be fucked up irl but it’s a kids show so no one acknowledges it aha” but the thing is sometimes they do acknowledge how fucked up something is and then they just… move on
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my controversial opinion that I just pulled out of my ass is that I think if you kinda bill the Legion’s “upsides” as safe roads and stability I think you’re kinda lying to people
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i don’t think a positivity post should have negativity at its core
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bc i’m a self centered ho i’ve decided i’m getting a feel on all ur ocs personalities by how they’d get along with my ocs bc i enjoy playing with them like dolls lmao so. how do ur thing ur ocs (mainly the new lesbian mermaids but honestly any of them) would get along with rosaire gabriel etc. ilyyyyy <3333
THEY’D BOTH HATE YOUR GUYS. SO MUCH. LIKE JUST IMMEDIATELY UPON MEETING THEM. PURE HATRED.
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cpurpled is like. a shark.
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hi so you know the whole aaron’s pussy thing. turns out that is actually the plot of a movie i just finished
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Hee hee ho ho
I’m about to give this child (Angel) so much trauma it’s not even gonna be funny (I was hit with how her canon events could go and…>:) )
#I just created like 3 canon events#Gimme a sec and I’ll elaborate#No one’s dead…yet#*devious laughter*
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NEBULA IS A TERRARIA MAGE BUILD
#xero says things#MY BROTHER IS THE TERRARIA EXPERT AND HE’S WATCHING TLAES WITH ME RN#HOLD ON I’LL ELABORATE INNA SEC
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Can a toller be a service dog? Obv temperament over breed, but would it be a reach to try to find a roller that would be my service dog?
they would not be my top choice for many many reasons and a lab would be a much better choice
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c!Tubbo is like, the silence following a gunshot.
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is draal short for anything do you guys think
#i’ll elaborate in a sec just let me look something up#raii talks a lot#i was thinking about this yesterday hold on ‼️
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an excerpt of tim car fic wip :)
“My goddamn luck,” Tim mutters. He made such a point of being ready to change his tires on the side of the road, and then his stupid jack gave out on him. This is so stupid.
He rocks back on his heels and kicks at the gravel and pebbles in the dirt. It’s hot as hell, and he’s stuck on the side of the road. He can get back in the car, but that won’t help with the tire situation.
He looks back down at the offending jack, scrunching up his face with displeasure, and—
“Ohhh, come on!”
There’s grass stains on his cargo shorts now, just to add insult to injury. Tim throws up his hands and stalks a few meters away, blows out a breath, and sets his hands on his hips as he stares across the pasture. That one cow is staring at him again.
Ugh. So he’s got two options. He can call roadside assistance—which he really doesn’t want to do—or he can just…
Yeah, there’s only one real option.
Tim stalks back to the Redbird, opens the passenger side door, and clambers in. It’s getting hot in here already, though it’s still blessedly cooler than outside; he wipes his sweaty hands on his shorts and grabs his phone.
Kon picks up on the second ring. “Helloooo, sunshine! How’s Gotham’s most irresistable little freaknugget doing this fine afternoon?”
Mood already lifting, Tim wrinkles his nose. “What did you just—? Don’t say that again.”
Kon’s laughter rings out, a bright, clear peal even through the phone. “Whatever you say, babycakes. What’s up?”
Tim can just picture him lounging indolently back in midair, tossing one leg over another and resting his cheek in his palm. It’s amazing what just the sound of Kon’s voice does for Tim’s temper.
“I’m having an… issue,” Tim says. Clears his throat. It’s a little embarrassing. “That I could, uh. Use some assistance with.”
Kon’s voice is sharper, more alert. “An issue? What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Tim hastily assures. “I just, uh. Well. I’ve run into a sort of… problem.”
“What do you mean, a problem?”
Tim’s face is hot. This is so stupid. “Um. A… scenario. Of the suboptimal variety.”
Kon exhales. “Rob, for the love of god. I’m gonna call you a freaknugget again if you don’t actually elaborate in the next ten seconds.”
Tim huffs. “Okay, don’t do that. Fine. I have, uh… I kind of have a flat tire.” This is mortifying. “And I know I said I expected that, with the experimental tires. But my dumb hydraulic jack has a leak. So I can’t fix it. So.”
A pause.
And then, to Tim’s indignation, Kon giggles.
“Oh my god, Tim, you had me worried for a second there!” Tim can hear his grin in his voice. “I’ll be there in just a sec, sweet cheeks. Sit tight and look pretty, okay?”
Tim rolls his eyes, but since it’s just a phone call, he doesn’t bother trying to mask his smile. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. …Thanks, Kon.”
“Anytime.” And then the line clicks off.
#rimi writes#kon deserves to call him strange and bizarre terms of endearment. bff rights include clowning on each other at all times#timkon#tim#kon
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i love as you wish more than words can describe! and luke and ryan!! such sweet babies! i can't stop thinking about eddie and reader having their first fight (other than the conflict around the divorce n stuff) after things have gotten settled and the boys getting worried and scared they're going to break up just like mommy and daddy 🥺 xoxo
I’m so glad that you enjoy the series! @munson-blurbs and I had fun writing it—as we always do when we write together. I hope you like what we’ve come up with 🩵
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“Babe?” you call out from the bedroom. You’ve searched your closet up and down, but you can’t find the dress you’re supposed to wear. There’s no answer so you repeat yourself a bit louder. “Babe?!”
“Ya,” Eddie says, not bothering to mute the living room TV. He has Ryan on one side of him and Luke on the other; the three of them are engrossed in an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.
You sigh impatiently, resting your hands on your hips. “Where did you put my dress?”
“Huh?” Eddie answers absently. You can hear SpongeBob’s obnoxious laughter echoing through the apartment, which only irritates you further. “What dress?”
Throwing a robe on, you angrily march out to him. “The dress you picked up from the dry cleaners.” You watch as his eyes widen, and his gaze drops to the ground. “Eddie, you did pick up my dress from the dry cleaners, right?”
Eddie scrambles to his feet, slipping into his sneakers and grabbing his keys. “Shit, I’ll go get it right now.”
“It’s Sunday,” you mutter through gritted teeth, determined to keep your cool in front of the kids. “They’re closed on Sundays. That’s why I asked you to pick it up yesterday.”
“Sorry, baby,” he shrugs, “but you have a bunch of others, yeah? You can wear one of those.” He slides off his shoes and plops back onto the couch. “Crisis averted.”
Fuming, you grab the remote from the coffee table and press the power button, watching the colorful backdrop of Bikini Bottom fade to black. Ignoring Luke and Ryan’s disappointed groans, you turn to your boyfriend, lips pressed into a tight line. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” When he continues sitting there, a blank stare on his face, you elaborate. “In the room, please?”
It finally clicks in Eddie’s mind that you’re upset, and he slowly rises from the couch. The two of you are watching one another so you miss the look that the boys share on the couch. You turn around and stalk back into the bedroom. Eddie’s right on your heels and closes the door behind you.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Eddie says. “I forgot to swing by yesterday, but what’s the big deal? Why can’t you just find something else to wear?”
“That’s not the point, Eddie,” you say with a sigh. “I asked you specifically to pick this dress up for me and you didn’t.”
“Babe, it wasn’t intentional, I forgot.” He walks over and sits on the foot of the bed.
“How does that make it any better?” you ask, voice rising. “When you ask me to do something, I do it. How am I supposed to feel when you forget about me?”
“Oh, come on,” Eddie says with a harsh bark of laughter. “I didn’t forget about you. I forgot to stop at the dry cleaners. While I was out running a million other different errands.”
“A million?” you snap. “You went to the grocery store and the bank! And the dry cleaners is next to the supermarket!”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie huffs, pushing himself off the bed. He stomps over to the closet and yanks it open. He dramatically gestures to all the other dresses you have hanging in there. “Are none of these suitable for you, Your Highness? In my humble opinion, any of these would be fine. Unless you think someone is going to show up to the church in a ball gown.”
“Maybe I won’t go at all then,” you harrumph, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. It’s childish and petty, but you’re too annoyed to care.
“Yeah, okay,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’ll make sure to tell Theo that you missed his first communion because you had a wardrobe emergency.” He pronounces the last two words in a nasal, high-pitched tone.
“Go right ahead and—” you start to retort, but you’re cut off by the sound of mumbling outside the door.
“—get divorced?” You hear Luke’s tiny voice, laced with worry.
“They have to be married to get divorced,” Ryan’s telling him. “They’re just gonna break up.”
“Shit,” Eddie breathes out, raking his fingers through his hair. “Didn’t know they were listening.” He opens the door and gives them a sheepish look. “Guys? You okay?”
“Please don’t break up!” Luke cries out, flinging himself into his dad’s legs. When he pulls back, you can see that his eyes are misty with the prospect of tears.
Ryan, as usual, is a bit more reserved than his brother, but you can tell that he’s nervous, too. His silence speaks volumes as he looks at you through his long lashes.
“Hey, hey,” Eddie murmurs, crouching down so he’s closer to their level. “No one’s breaking up, okay?”
“Then why were you fighting?” Luke asks, wiping at his cheeks. “You and Mom used to fight an’ then you got divorced.”
You sit on the ground, tucking your legs under you. “Sometimes, grown-ups fight. Even when they love each other. But it doesn’t mean they’ll break up.”
“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “And we love each other very, very much. Almost as much as we love you two little eavesdroppers.” This elicits a giggle from Luke and a smile from Ryan.
“How do you know if it’s a ‘love’ fight or a ‘break up’ fight?” the older boy pipes up.
“Well, when you love someone, you can get frustrated with them or upset with them,” you explain, “but you take time to cool off so you can talk it out calmly later. That’s the difference; with a break up fight, you don’t wanna work it out.”
“Do you wanna work it out?” Ryan asks softly.
You nod. “Of course. We’re not going to break up over a silly mistake.” You watch as he visibly relaxes, and you turn towards Eddie. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. And I didn’t have to be so dramatic about the whole thing, either.” You’re cringing internally just thinking about your empty threat not to go to the communion.
“I’m sorry, too.” He takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “I said I would do you a favor and I didn’t do it. I’d be mad, too.” He offers you a small smile. “Can we kiss and make up?”
“Eww!” Luke scrunches his nose and sticks out his tongue. “Daddy, you’re gonna get cooties!”
Eddie laughs, ruffling his son’s hair. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I got my cooties shot.” He leans in and kisses you with an exaggerated mwah! “Oh, no!” he says suddenly, shaking all of his limbs as though they’re moving uncontrollably. “The shot must’ve worn off. I’ve…I’ve been cootified!”
Ryan and Luke run away from him as he makes grabby hands, chasing them around the apartment. When the boys run by you, you block their path and hold them captive. “I’ve got ‘em!” you proudly announce. “I’ve kidnapped the fresh meat, King Cootie.”
Eddie bows in front of you, where his sons are wriggling in your grasp. “Excellent teamwork, my Queen.” He reaches out and tickles them until they’re complaining that they can’t breathe.
“Okay, Cootie Family; let’s get ready,” he says. “Boys, nice clothes, please. Ryan, please make sure your brother isn’t wearing anything with a cartoon on it.”
Everyone goes to their rooms to get dressed, and Eddie sneaks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist. “Seeing as you’ve already infected me with your cooties, can I have another kiss?” he mumbles into your ear.
“I think that can be arranged, you nasty cootie monster,” you tease.
“That’s King Cootie Monster to you.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fan fiction#Eddie Munson fic#AYW#AYWS#request
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