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I may be super, but I’m no hero.

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Day 23: A song that everyone knows the lyrics to.

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Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

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FIREWORKS ARE ILLEGAL IN COLORADO, YOU ASSHOLE!

i want to say i knew about dirty dancing before the deadpool 2 promo poster but like. i didn’t. so. (also my finals are just about over w/ and i have mostly A’s in my classes praise jeebus, the hustle paid off) [click on the original for the full size its made for ideal wallpaper size]

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     Fucking Niggurath. 

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  Looking for a hero that will always be at your side beck & call? Well never fear for Captain Diabetes is here! Please like & reblog if you are interested in getting to know the one & only Captain in South Park! 

   “ Remember Kids! Farts do not lead to Diabetes! “

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     ;; apologies that i REALLY haven’t been active at all in the past month-ish. finals are winding down to a close and i’m moving out all my stuff from the dorms for the summer, since when the fall semester starts i’m moving to a whole NEW place, ontop of a lot of other private irl stuff and - needless to say im just p fried. 

      but i’ll be back soon i think!! when moving anxiety stops kicking my ass the work i have to do for finals is really minimal and once i’m settled into my new basement dwelling i’ll be rearing to get back. 

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omg your back. I remember seeing you and thought you went offline right when I started making my captain diabetes blog. So happy to see you

      ;; omg i think this is probably the nicest ask i’ve gotten in awhile?? but thaNKS LIL ANON FRIEND. i never died i just remade howdy doodle.

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noun

an object serving as a warning or reminder of death. [non-gif ver. here] (click for better gif quality)

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                 [⸮] “ Well, that’s how it is on this bitch of an Earth. “

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justbeliieves:

This shouldn’t come to the hero as a surprise, and yet he stood there, wide-eyed in disbelief. Was Mysterion hearing himself correctly ?! At this point, the blond knew they were begging to be murdered because there was no way out of this scenario with limbs intact. Their opponent was heavily armed ( ready to kill ) and already the two were battered and bruised ; costumes tattered and skin splattered in crimson.

No. This had gone far enough. This ends here.

Fingertips curled, nails dug into the palms of his fingerless gloves. Brows furrowed, disapproval swept his features in a matter of seconds of hearing his partner’s words. A soft glow from his glowsticks illuminating his tired and frustrated features. Nightlight didn’t budge, he wasn’t going to. Not until all his questions were answered.

      ❝  And what about you, huh ? Do you think you can handle this on your own ? ❞ 

      He didn’t. He never did. Handling a situation never came from any sense of confidence or even worth. It was pure obligation, fear, dread - a drowning sense that no one else could do it, or bear the load, so it was up to him to do it in their stead. People who handled things didn’t die, slamming themselves over and over against the obstacle until it budged the slightest bit. It wasn’t heroic in the slightest, it just... got the job done.

                  And that was all he could equate the situation to, in the moment. Nightlight couldn’t risk bleeding out or being shot full of holes, and if left to their own devices, a civilian was going to end up hurt. The math was simple; one was better than two or more. 

                               [⸮] “ ...That was an order, Nightlight. Not a request. “ Teeth became bared, but in the same way a hurt animal tried to save face in its last moments before being devoured. All for show and nothing more. A deterrent for an inevitability. “ Reroute the cops to here. Is that understood? “

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scoutlingbee:

The boxer shook his head, his expression turning sour for a moment. Hands still up in his stance, he signed his response- ‘if I don’t hold back, we’re going to break something.’ Not that he was underestimating the vigilante, only–

                                                               Well.

Bee was- strong. He was aware of his strength and didn’t want to risk accidentally hurting the other.

     Eyebrows furrowed into a noticeable crease - either agitation or frustration, but the feelings were cousins just the same. Even when not on the clock, so long as the mantle remained physically on, it seemed that Mysterion kept himself restrained at all times. Whether it was purposeful or not, however, was far less clear.

             He was doing it anyway, regardless. The roll of the shoulders, the reflexive rise in posture. Offended, in some shade.

                      [⸮] “ I can take it. “ He spoke back, soft yet firm. “ The only way I can catch up with anyone around here is to be as realistic about it as possible. Holding back isn’t doing me any favors. “

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tenderborn:

🐢 mikey blinked as he came face to face with .. a super hero ?? maybe ?? he wasn’t entirely sure who or what he ran into but he was certain he was a guy he’d never met before. 

maybe he was like the pulverizer —- like timothy. hopefully he was more cool or competent. honestly though this curiosity had made his night as he smiled a little bit as he stood up from his crouch.

a small wave came from the terrapin as he tilted his head, moving it after a moment to rub the back of his head as he fiddled with his bandanna tails before he finally came up with a response — enough being surprised by new people showing up suddenly on rooftops that he’s never met before. 

this was new york ; of course he was bound to meet people. 

❝                  hi !! you look .. kinda confused. are you new around here, dude ??                   ❞ he asked, a small smirk hinting his beak.

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     Well, as long as HE wasn’t phased, Mysterion didn’t have any reason to be. After living inside the tiny mountain town he called home, and being what he was, he didn’t have any right to freak out of shit like this. If anything, the chance meet up was almost refreshing; like a little bit of weirdness had tagged along on the move and dragged itself here at the edges of his cape, hanging on for dear life.

         The vigilante offered a small nod of acknowledgement, reaching back into his cloak before retrieving the map again, holding it out with a frown. [⸮] “ ...It’s my first night out here. I thought I’d get a lay of the land, but I’ve never... been great with navigation.”

                         That was one way to put it. Thank god no one ever asked him for directions on a consistent basis, or so many rocky mountain tourists might’ve been lead into a dozen dead ends by now. Mysterion was probably the sole reason the league had ever really needed a guy behind a computer or phone at all times, really, which was... tragic, now that he really thought about it. Hrm.

                                                            [⸮] “ Tips would be appreciated. “ 

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I don’t think you trust in my self-righteous suicide.

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     ;; since i have a kenny playlist relevant to @mccormicx, i figured it was about time i sat down and made a matching mysterion one. though it’s not really matching, since the format i set it up in is way different. check the 8tracks post itself for more of an indepth description.

                                             >> LISTEN TO IT HERE <<

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i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest

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