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danothan · 2 years
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succession wips brought to you by my bisexuality
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wasyago · 11 months
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the brainrot won
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pocketgalaxies · 1 month
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I will never let you go.
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Nya~
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Yes, my kitties. Enjoy your lovely little crunchy snacks as we all together celebrate international women's day.
*chat meowing continues*
Oh, this? My pussy?
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Well, I find all of this very easy to believe.
I’ve always gotten along rather well with cats, kitties, pussy if you’re vulgar.
It’s no challenge for me. You see, cats… Cats have always had a profound intelligence. A sort of wisdom.
And the ability to detect, of course…
That I am a cat myself.
*meowing*
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(Reading a donation) Hey Gianni, man where were you?
Everyone at catboys anonymous missed you.
You were about to get your 72 month chip.
Alright. Allow me to answer this one as well.
I am no longer a part of catboys anonymous.
I am no longer anonymous. I am simply out in the open.
Next question.
Purrfect clip
Oh this? clip
I am a cat myself clip
Catboys anonymous clip
not a clip but for anyone who is wondering "why were there so many cat clips"
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tzarrz · 7 months
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to all people who said PART 1 made them laugh - i lov u 💗 this is for u
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crybaby-bkg · 11 months
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Bakugou loves you, he really does, but he can’t help but be a little prickly sometimes. it’s not because he’s mad at you or anything that’s actively your fault, no. Sometimes he just likes to pick and be an ass to you because he finds your reactions funny, likes how your lip pouts, and how you huff at him whenever he pokes at you.
But it always irks you whenever he rejects your physical affection. It’s playful, the way he softly taps your fingers away from him when you wrap your arms around his middle while he cooks. You bite at his shoulder blade and he wiggles in your grasp, grumbles for you to stop fucking with him while he makes your damn soup.
And that irks you to no end, more than usual, for some reason. Chalk it up to pms or the weather or whatever the fuck, but you’re sick of it. You step beside him, turning until your butt hits the counter, folding your arms as you glare up at him.
“Well, if I can’t touch you, then you can’t touch me.” You declare childishly, and it makes Bakugou smirk at your petulance. He stirs the soup a few more times in silence, adding in more seasoning with a shake of his head while you stare him down.
After what feels like forever, he lays the spoon beside the pot and faces you with a hand resting on the counter and the other on his hip. He cocks his head at you, grinning now when he meets your frowning face.
“My poor baby,” he coos to you condescendingly, reaching out to grip your hip but you lightly smack his fingers away, same as he did you earlier. He expects that, and the next one, and the next. However, he doesn’t expect for it to last for the rest of the night, being unable to touch you.
At this point, he thinks he might be going stir crazy. He’s so used to the casual touches; squeezing your butt when you walk past, patting your cheek when you eat, rubbing your shoulders, massaging your calf on the couch. But he’s been rejected every time, and goddamn you, it’s not funny anymore.
So he blocks you in where you stand trying to leave the bathroom. To anyone else, he would look menacing, but to you, he just looks like an overstuffed teddy bear as he hunches his shoulders to his ears. He doesn’t look you in the eye, instead at your mouth, as he grumbles,
“M’sorry for being stupid. Now lemme touch you. Please.” He tacks on when he sees your eyes narrow. You stand there with your arms crossed for a few seconds, before humming and placing your hands on your hips.
“I’ll forgive you if you let me hold your boobs.” You counteroffer. His face scrunches up for a second at that.
“They’re not—you know what? Go ahead, have at it.” He tells you with a dramatic sigh, mirroring your position as he looks up to the ceiling. But as you cup his chest in your hands and squeeze his pecs and bury your face in it, Bakugou can’t help but smile a little. As long as he gets to do it back to you, he doesn’t mind one bit.
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@danielhowell and @amazingphil as Jesse and James from Pokémon
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aimbutmiss · 2 months
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Crocodile couldn't digest Mihawk and Buggy getting closer at first. Everything about their shift in dynamic bothered him.
It was another boring late night when he first realised the two were closer than he anticipated. He was sitting in his office, staring at the papers in front of him in futile effort. His eyes were refusing to focus and let him read their content. He had lost track of time once again, as he did almost every night. Overworking came as naturally to him as breathing. He slowly got up from his seat with a sigh as he realised he couldn't get work done in his state, so he might as well get some sleep to work tomorrow.
Work, work, work. That's all he'd ever known. Because even when the whole world is against you, hard work always paid off. Blood, sweat and tears never betrayed you like people did. He had always lived his life according to this ideal, and he didn't have any plans to change it anytime soon.
He walked out of the office to make his way to his sleeping quarters, but stopped in his tracks as he was passing by the library. The sound of chatting and laughing was hushed, but still obvious in the silence that covered the island during the night. Normally he couldn't care less about some crew members doing God knows what, but his tiredness made it harder to think. So, he couldn't ignore his curiosity as instincts took over, his feet acting on their own. He tried to listen in, walking closer to the tent walls separating them. He quickly realised it was the clown and hawk eyes on the other side, which was ridiculous. What were the two of them doing in the middle of the night at the library? It seemed they were talking about stupid, random things. He heard something about nail polish, utterly useless.
Crocodile would have left after satiating his curiosity, but something kept him in his place. That something was the fact that the two men addressed each other by their names. Mihawk and Buggy. Not hawk eyes and the clown. Since when did hawk eyes respect the clown enough to address him by name? So, he kept listening in instead of leaving, even though he really should have gone to sleep by then. The conversation shifted... to how soft hawk eyes' hands were? Weird. Then it was completely silent. Even weirder. It took everything in Crocodile to not barge into the room to see what his colleagues were doing. But he didn't care, he didn't have any reason to. So he just left, not caring if the other two could hear his angry stomping through the thin tent walls.
Over the next week, he was hyper aware of every interaction the two had. The soft lingering touches, the quickly exchanged looks, the sheer amount of care hawk eyes seemed to have for the clown... it all baffled him. What did Mihawk see in that mess of a man painted over with an even bigger mess? And why did it bother him so much? They were two adults, they could do as they pleased and it would be none of his business. But something kept eating at his insides whenever he saw the two together. It was probably because whatever arrangement they had going on went completely against his initial plans for Cross Guild. He thought he would be using Buggy with Mihawk by his side, and the man would support him. And that was indeed the case at the beginning, the two of them bullying the clown relentlessly, just for fun sometimes. But the swordsman just had to go betray him and go soft. He really didn't get it. What could Buggy have done to do a complete 180 on this man?
When he reluctantly approached Mihawk about it, discreetly of course, the man simply said they had a book club. What a ridiculous excuse. "Do all book clubs entail fucking each other?!" Crocodile wanted to ask but bit his tongue. He had no proof of a sexual relationship going on between the two, but the signs were alarmingly increasing. He saw Mihawk walk out of Buggy's tent one morning! But again, it was none of his business...
The late nights he spent in his office slowly turned from working overtime to thinking about what the two men were doing. There were very few things that could make him stop thinking about work, so that meant this situation was getting out of control. Crocodile hated losing control. He had to do something, but he didn't know what. He didn't have the right to stop whatever the two were doing, but he clearly couldn't just ignore them either.
While Crocodile was losing sleep over this, his struggle was not hidden from the watching eyes. Everyone realised there was something wrong with the man. He was much more irritable than usual, so everyone was acting more careful to try and stay in his good graces, but it was getting harder and harder every day. It was affecting crew morale, and therefore a lot of the Cross Guild functions. Buggy and Mihawk were enjoying watching Crocodile struggle with his feelings at first, but when they realised it was starting to affect their business they decided to cut their fun short and try to get the man to stop ignoring his feelings.
Easier said than done.
It took a lot to make the man see they liked him. In the end, it was the small things accumulating over time like hawk eyes offering to give him a massage after a long meeting, the clown offering to polish his hook, Mihawk making him breakfast, Buggy feeding the fruitwanis... Crocodile was confused to say the least, but he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the extra attention and care. He couldn't help but reciprocate the acts, being a lot softer with them both. It hit him one random evening, when they were having dinner together.
"Are you two courting me?"
Buggy and Mihawk shared a glance and broke into laughter.
"Thank fuck, I thought he'd never catch on."
"Took you long enough."
Let's just say they made up for all the lost time that night.
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kaltacore · 1 year
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merrill dragon age isn't The Character in terms of being the guy with the juiciest backstory details or protagonist material but she is The Person. The Heart. she was working on one of the most important researches of elven history and no one believed in her. not her keeper, her teacher and mother figure. nor her clan, the only family she's ever had. nor hawke's friends, the only people who were surrounding her for six years. the only person who can actually place their faith in her is hawke but if they don't she won't mind. she is used to it, being on her own. and, despite everything, she believes in people. she knows it matters. better than anyone.
she has never heard a nice word from fenris, but she still tries to cheer him up from time to time. she has never heard a nice word from anders either and she still feels for him. varric annoys her when he tries to distract her from the eluvian, but she appreciate it because she knows he means well. aveline refers to her work as senseless and potentially dangerous for the city, but she is still happy for her when she falls in love.
if hawke sides with mages in the last straw merrill is the first to support them. "I believe in you, hawke", she says, when everyone else is consumed by doubt. and then she's the only one who openly suggests sparing anders. so he can put things right.
she knows the feeling. when you're on your own and everyone thinks you're beyond salvation, undeserving of compassion or understanding. and this is the best she can offer for people she cares about: her unconditional faith, her sympathy, a second chance. the things she was desparately looking for and never had. she believes in people because she knows: there's no one else to believe in them
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phanrenaissance · 2 months
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tell me what the video Basically, I’m Gay means to you?
daniel howell why did you send this ask to every phannie tumblr account you could find .
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zhxngii · 1 year
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since i can't decide on what to post here are some brainrots!
Pantalone who purposely spills his drink on himself and orders you to lick it off him like the good little pup you are. often gives you praises about how good you are at this, tongue desperately trying to catch the drink before it spills onto the floor below. He doesn't want you wasting a single drop of it, and you're doing well at nothing letting it go to waste.
vampire!Kaveh who prefers drinking from you simply because he finds it more romantic, better tasting than drinking from the bags stored away for him. He enjoys it more when you're begging for him to sink his teeth into your neck while he's relentlessly pounding into your sopping cunt.
Backstage with bassist!Kazuha and vocalist!Scara of a popular band, both men being pressed up against you in a secluded room that no one dares to open even if they hear a sound from there. They waste no time getting straight to the point as they have been waiting so long.
Your boyfriend!Childe who's away sadly and can't keep his mind off of you. He's so needy begging for you to help him with his big problem, the sound of your voice, a picture of yourself in that lingerie set that's his favorite, just anything will help him. He lets his mind wander, thoughts of just your hand or possibly... even better your lips around his cock struggling to fit most of him in your mouth, trying your absolute best to please him.
Your husband!Geto who enjoys how much your pleading for him to fill you up with his seed. Wiping the tears that are running down your pretty face replacing them with kisses as he continues to rut his hips into yours. Holding your legs wider for himself as he reaches deeper, hitting repeatedly at the spot that makes you cry out loud.
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rox-of-iu · 8 months
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no thought only MQF in brain* (*even more than usual yeah.....)
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ok lads listen up. i love allllll Mu Qingfang designs ok? all the interpretations are cool and valid and dear ok BUT. whenever I personally try to draw MQF without a 'stache he just looks to me like a first-year med student ok hjdfhkfd
but anyway. when i was scrolling around and being completely normal about MQF i saw a lot of ppl say stuff like 'this is my 'mqf is actually pretty' agenda' and its alwaysss about peeled mqf SO I HAVE A POINT TO PROVE OK. mqf with a moustache can be also a prettyboy ok?? i can prove it 😭😭
so here are my qingfangs where i turned up the babygirl vibes to absolute max as i could hsdfjkhdskfh 💜
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chamerionwrites · 1 year
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See I honestly do find the prequels-era Jedi an interesting (and at times painfully recognizable) portrait of institutional violence in that...they aren't cackling villains. They're mostly sympathetic well-intentioned individuals who via a combo of traditionalist inertia, ideological blinders, proximity to power, a dash of plain old arrogance and a liberal seasoning of end-justifies-the-means compromise end up being at best indifferent to and at worst deeply complicit in some pretty heinous injustice. I don't even think this is a completely against-the-grain reading on my part. At the end of the day it's a pretty mild critique, but it's hard to argue that the PT is entirely uncritical of the Jedi imo.
Unfortunately the narrative is never interested in really sinking its teeth into that. And even more unfortunately, a chunk of the fandom will clutch its pearls in horrified outrage if anybody else is interested in sinking their teeth into that
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cametotheshowinsd · 6 months
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I was born in 1989, reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly… It's been waiting for you. 1989 (Taylor's Version) | Oct. 27, 2023
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burning-sol · 3 days
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chip art??? from me???? no freaking way!!!
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tiffanybluesclues · 8 days
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Birds of Prey (1999) #43, July 2002 [Dixon]; Robin (1993) #126, July 2004 [Willingham].
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Robin (1993) #88, May 2001 [Dixon].
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Robin (1993) #106, November 2002 [Lewis].
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Batman: Gotham Knights #37 & 38, March & April 2003 [Beatty].
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Robin (1993) #131, December 2004 [Willingham].
Several panels about talent and suitability, presented without further comment except to say: Batman I'm gnawing on your drywall.
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