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making my grand return to tumblr with metal bat one punch man himself

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ANIMATIC

who broke it - mfb edition (ft. the dark nebula gang)

audio from parks and recreation

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Had an utterly unhinged conversation is my local beyblade server...

The original meme for context

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Takara Tomy got wild with this one

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Takara Tomy got wild with this one

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🐮🦁

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wait i never posted my young adult kyonile designs. my cuties

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(read left to right) i have a headcanon that kyoya suffers from nightmares - > benkei is the only person that makes him feel safe enough to show his weaknesses - > kyoya wakes up and realizes he is not alone

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kyoben (audience cheering sfx)

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lion tamer

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he likes to do a little trolling

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hate these freaks

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I have a ton of Lance drawings. I hardly post them, bc nailing his personality has always been a challenge for me.  But I will gladly attempt again and again. 

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slow up

mum used to worry you’d be short,

as though our dna was something you could dodge.

as if all that acholi and munyarwanda blood would somehow skip you

the same way you do chores.

she’d stand you next to us and judge, 

your growing bones called to the stand by joint enterprise.

i think she thought your desire to be like us

would somehow will them to grow.

so you’d stand up taller, puff out your 9-year-old chest,

and will them to grow, too.



if i could speak to your bones, i would pray them small.

because two summers ago you fell through a kaleidoscope

and overtook me.

rounded cheeks were replaced by a sharp jaw and sharper words.

the prism warped you into an almost-man who stopped liking hugs,

and switched your after-school routine from watching ben 10

to being stopped and searched on the high street.

but isn’t it funny how similar the omnitrix and handcuffs can be?

both devices born to turn you into something you’re not,

to transform your body into a beast that whole planets could fear.

both put on people like us when they are child, unknowing and fragile.



if your bones had known what they were growing toward,

maybe they would have folded themselves back in time.

pushed the braces out of your mouth to rebirth crooked milk teeth

and cowered from the rim of the basket,

the origami of a body aching for kindness.

but maybe i’m just being melodramatic because

i still remember teaching you how to read and write.

i’d spend my school breaks mapping out letters for you to trace

and secretly pray that you’d only mirror

the parts of me i showed outside of my bedroom,

my fortress of solitude that you stopped believing in

around the time you started hating church.

i’m sorry there’s no charm to what i was always hiding in there,

it’s simply easier to fall apart behind a locked door.



if the bones of you could speak now,

they’d sound a bit like me and i’d love them anyway.

i’d take them to a pillow fort and

do the witchcraft we were warned of.

i’d gut the july where we taught you to ride your bike

and grind it to paste.

add that to the melted wax of your old smile

and the tears you cried when you were still scared of the dark,

and i’m sure that elixir could unravel time.

run it all back like your small feet cycling the wrong way

and leave it in black reams at our feet,

an ode to the vhs tape your toddler self once destroyed.

but the last of the magic in our house left when you scoffed at santa,

so i’ll write this instead.



i’ll hope that only your bones stay playful as

i watch you outgrow me,

so that your name forgets games.

for i fear it will become the lego from mama’s house,

discarded pieces we will have to assemble into a protest chant.

only know that you should never shrink yourself

for this life or these people,

it is the world who should consume itself to make room for you.

or maybe i’ll get there first,

swallow mountains and skyscrapers

to make room for my not-so-baby brother

whom i love,

bones and all.



s.o.

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Yuki and Geto are characters who I will defend to the death against people who say they were weak. I will die, bleeding and victorious on this hill. Just because a character dies and/or loses a battle (often for purposes meant to serve the narrative) doesn't mean they're weak.

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That's how Suguru's descent into villainy went, right