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No.

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DON'T YOU EVEN TRY IT

I'LL ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN YOU - BOTH IN BUSINESS AND AS A HERO!!

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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YOU WANNA TRY, YOU LITTLE BITCH? HUH? WELL, I'LL SHOW YOU-

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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Just for the record - I'm not in the mha fandom 😅

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THAT DOESNT MAKE YOU A VEHICLE- YOU KNOW WHAT? NOPE, FUCK THE BOTH OF YOU, THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO DEAL WITH THIS

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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THINK AGAIN FOUR EYES

NOWHERE DOES IT SAY THAT YOUR UGLY ASS IS A VEHICLE - AND EVEN IF IT WAS I'M IN CHARGE AND I'M TELLING YOU TO PISS OFF

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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YOU?? GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MCDONALDS FOUR EYES! YOU'RE NOT EVEN IN A CAR!

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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JOKES ON YOU I AM THE MANAGER NOW EAT YOUR DOUBLE PICKLE MCFLURRY OR GET OUT OF MY DRIVE THRU

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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THIS IS WHY YOU ARE SUCH A LOSER DEKU CANT EVEN HANDLE A SIMPLE VEGETABLE, LET ME GUESS YOU WANT A LIL ICE CREAM AS A TREAT? GUESS WHAT! I'M THROWING PICKLES IN THERE TOO! PICKLE MCFLURRY FOR THE LOSER BABY

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO PICKLES YOU PUSSY ASS BITCH DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EXTRA WORK THAT IS? IN FACT FUCK YOU YOURE GETTING EXTRA PICKLES AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT!!

I want a double cheese burger with extra fries !!! NO PICKLES !!!!

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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

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I forgot to say ty to everyone who sent me an ask yesterday! I'm shit at replying but I appreciated all of the birthday wishes 💚💚💚

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Thank you everyone for your birthday wishes! And Ray for the sweet post and all the awesome gifts he got me 🥰🥰 I'll reply to my asks later but for now, I display very shoddy picks of my birthday gifts from my beloved 🥰💚

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Tysm I love them 🥺🥰

let me show you the flowers I got for tobias before misha eats them.

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he tries his hardest not to be offended by the slight, even if it was simply caused by cultural differences. even so, the ignorance causes something to bristle ever so slightly beneath his skin and scales. “you would be right in your assessment.” he finally says, serpentine eyes the colour of the great blue depths never leaving the man in front as he tries his best to hide his distaste of the term ‘mermaid’. he was hardly a woman, and to be considered a creature that was both doclice and better suited for the warmer climate was something he’d rather not consider.  “i believe your people refer to our kind by many names, but within my pod we prefer the term ‘siren’.”

finally, his gaze moves down to the offered hand in slight confusion, unsure of exactly what the captain wanted of him. he couldn’t help but admire for a brief second, toned muscle and scarred skin told the story of a life hard lived, and was one that neuvillette couldn’t help but wonder exactly what that story entailed. a few slow seconds pass by before neuvillette released he needed to act as to not embarrass the poor human. but what could he be asking for?

a quickly formulated assumption was better than nothing at all, he decided, as he allowed his instincts to instruct him on what to do next. gently, oh so gently, he places his chin against the captain’s palm, tilting slightly to the side as his eyes returns to the cool blue in front of him. is this what he wanted? regardless if neuvillette’s merger attempt of a guess was right or wrong, he wouldn’t say that he regretted this decision. his skin was warm despite the weather, which he was desperate to soak in for as long as possible as his skin desperately takes in his heat and radiates it down his body, much like how the sun’s rays through the ocean felt on particularly warm afternoons. despite the callouses and scars, his hand was soft, cosy even. it amazed him at how magnificent the gesture he initiated felt; the simple touch was something that neuvillette never realised he was missing but also desperately craved.

“pardon my lack of courtesy, i believe i never asked for your name.” he finds himself asking, voice softer, gentler, as if the question was being pulled from deep within him without his knowledge. not once did he remove his face from his hand, and if the captain before him was to remove his once place of warmth himself, neuvillette would find himself very displeased. not yet, just give him a few more minutes to soak in this simple bliss.

the morning had started slow, and unfortunately for neuvillette, early. the sun hadn’t even begun to light the murky waters with the slithers of light that would make his journey back to the underwater grove he called home slightly easier. his list of daily tasks was as long and as complex as ever, overseeing his pod of people as they migrate to the warmer waters for the cooler months. but first on his list was to help scout out a path that was both void of danger and plentiful in food; one that could be passed down to one of the younger merpeople but one the leader preferred to undertake for his own peace of mind.

alas, what was, at first, promised to be a routine and relatively boring day was quickly upheaved and replaced with the very troubling situation he had found himself in. distracted by what he first thought was a school of fish that would be plenty to feed his pod over the next couple of days was quickly turned into him being tangled in the unpleasantly slimy and complicatedly woven netting of what he could only surmise was to be a human’s fishing operation. the tips of his pointed ears twitch in frustration, the iridescent blue of his skin glinting in the limited light as he watches what was originally caught in this contraption flee in the small tears his flailing created - tears too small for him to swim past, and too far for him to reach and increase in size, leaving him alone and frustrated at his own carelessness. if furina saw him now, she would accuse him of pouting - a ridiculous notion if ever he heard one. he, the Iudex of his people, did not pout.

his thoughts are quickly disrupted by the sudden notion of being lifted, and panic quickly fills his veins as he begins to thrash and pull away, anything to be removed from this frustratingly strong snare dragging him towards the foggy and dank surface. his pointed teeth prove quickly useless when he dries to cut himself free, leading him to spluttering at the archon’s awful taste of mildew and rotten kelp stuck between his teeth. as he breaches the surface, the cold air runs through him, almost freezing him solid in his mind as he shivers in protest. it was all occurring so quickly that the fear of being caught, of possibly being taken, his pod left alone and vulnerable without a leader, the awful sensation of being out of his home, of being displaced - it was all hitting him at once in one overwhelmingly hot and disorientating motion. he had never even seen a human, only heard the commonly shared horror stories whispered between the overly imaginative, or explicitly exaggerated fairy tales told to keep children from wandering too far from their parents.

it’s not until he is unceremoniously dumped on the hard, unforgiving deck of the ship that his brain ceases his running thoughts, and when he finally looks at the human in front of him trying to undo his binds, to free him from his own trap, that he finally takes in what is in front of him.

oh.

did all humans look like him? ruggard is the word he decides is best to describe him, but handsome in his own human way. the presence of two weirdly looking tails intrigued him - he thought humans didn’t have to swim on land? regardless, it did little to scare him away. instead, it was almost like it was drawing him closer, his own curiosity piqued and pleading with him for answers. perhaps his mother should have told him more frightening stories if all it took was one look for him to forget all of the dangers that were involved with being out of the water and away from the pod. all he can think to do is blink drowsily and flick his tail on the deck, his scales glinting like sapphire’s in the limited sun. it takes him a second to realize that the human was talking to him, his face flushing at the realization that he would have to explain his own greed is the reason as to why he was caught…. and as to why there was only him in the net.

“a mistake on my part-” is all he can think to say, his words garbled as he struggles to articulate in the odd sensation of talking with only air to fill his lungs instead of the salty seawater. “i apologize- for freeing your catch.”

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Misha be really into stray

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I never thought I'd be so excited to get like 20 pairs of socks in the mail and yet...