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[shakey-loves]

Meme Redraw

[skruttet]

my new moomin plushie has the devastating ability to 🥺

[the-sycophant]

Hush

[demi-eurovision]

Literally woke up feeling a bit anxious, concerned, unsure, bit of a downer. Dragged myself out of bed.

Listened to Paidaton riehuja and Mic Mac - all is well in the world again! 🤘🤘🎧🎵🎶

[toonscreenzone]

[honeyblockm]

deleted scene from birds flying but im still there thats about quackity's balls or lack thereof

[this-is-not-a-slow-burn]

Pathetic angry bloody person with tragic back story comes on screen

[miko2495]

MK: Teach me your ways, O magical one.

Rose: *sighs* For the tenth time, MK: I can't.

MK: But whyyyyy?

Rose: You already have Wukong's powers. My magic plus his powers equals a terrifying concept I can't even comprehend.

MK: Aw, pleeeeease?

Rose: I'm sorry MK but-

MK, pulling the puppy eyes: But I'm your fawourite son.

Rose: *trying her hardest not to give in* ... Alright.

MK: Yaaay!

MK runs off happily

Macaque, watching from Rose's shadow: Weak.

[kingofdoma]

best description of morgan spurlock's legacy ever

[quiisquiliae]

💋 (drops this and RUNS)

The pair had been sparring. Practice, of course. Talon had been going easy, and Pelle was not nearly as competent with a knife. Before Pelle knew it, Talon had him pinned against the wall, tip of his dagger under his chin tipping his head up.

"Gotta try harder 'n that if you wanna beat me," the assassin smirked, practically purring. He remembered the day in the War Room, when Pelle was ranting and how that one small gesture practically broke the Inquisitor.

Talon pressed his lips against Pelle's for a moment. It was short. Soft, and unassuming of any further expectations before he pulled away, releasing the other as he stepped back.

"Ready to try again?"

[kopawz]

mario has to be informed on who chris pratt is, and is disappointed

[akanemnon]

Deus ex Chara

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[deadsetobsessions]

It’s been months since he’s settled into life at Wayne Manor. It’s hilarious that they don’t think he knows about their obvious nightlife (and that’s coming from someone whose hero name was just their last name spelled differently) but they don’t know anything about his own past as a vigilante. To be fair, a dimensionally displaced Ghost King wasn’t really on the board for reasonable guesses. Danny Fenton blinked innocently at Duke, blue eyes watery and oh-so-trusting of his adopted older brother when Duke claimed that his bruising came from getting caught in Ivy’s attack on the busses today.

(“Oh my god he’s so trusting and pure what the hell?” He heard Steph whisper to Dick, who nodded emphatically.)

“Oh man, you should get some rest. You guys are seriously unlucky, you know? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Danny asked Duke, his core trilling as he allowed himself to fuss over a member of his ‘fraid.

“Nah, man. I’m good. I think I’ll take a nap and sleep it off.”

“Okay. Oh, here!” Danny fumbled for his bag, grabbing his prescribed pain meds- for his chronic pain, but they don’t actually do anything for him since his ectoplasm burns away most of it- and handed it to Duke. “Take one, and only one. Those bruises look nasty.”

And then Danny gave him the puppy dog eyes and Duke folded, because Danny knew that he wasn’t supposed to hand his meds out but these situations were kind of the reason he claimed chronic pain to being with (even if it was true and his hands shook with aftershocks).

“Thanks, Danny. I feel like death warmed over.”

Danny laughed, the opportunity to mess with the family sparking in his head. “Yeah, I’ve died before. Wouldn’t recommend it.”

With that, Danny threw Duke an easy going smile and walked towards his room, bag on his back.

From his peripherals, Danny watched Jason drop his bowl of snacks, Dick’s pale face, and the concerned and shocked look of everyone else. Except Damian, who just kind of scowled thoughtfully. Tim looked like he was going to rip Danny apart like an interesting puzzle, Cass sat up straight (and he made sure every micro expression he caught on others stayed unconcerned on his own body), and Duke froze.

He snickered- well out of regular earshot- as whispers and whispered shouts rung out after he left the room.

He can’t wait to drop the “I know you’re vigilantes” bomb on them. It’ll be hilarious.

[kilometresrufflefuck]

hear me out the other day i woke up and was immediately hit in the face with "7 year gap narumitsu in europe where phoenix kisses edgeworth in a low moment and then tries to flee and edgeworth uses mind chess on him to get the truth out of him which is a completely normal and ordinary average way to discuss your relationship"

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Cop dad, criminal son, Stilinski coded. Like I love stiles but that man is not being a cop. He’s far too obsessed and cares to little about the law.

And to everyone thinking that sheriff Stilinski would be disappointed?? NOO, y’all have it sooo wrong.

That man loves his criminal son. THATS his wife’s son. Do you understand, that’s all Claudia. And yes I understand that the sheriff would also commit unspeakable crimes to protect his son, that criminality comes from Claudia. Stilinski’s protect their own. He doesn’t love stiles in spite of his behaviours but because of them.

Some random person: Stiles broke into the station again

Sheriff, Literally bursting with pride: I know, he’s just so smart, he was probably just bored and wanted something to do

Like everyone is side eyeing them because stiles commits crimes for enrichment and the sheriff is just like “tell me everything about how you got away with it”

I could go on about how Claudia haunts the narrative after years of being dead and everything but that’s for another post

[otaku553]

Luffy week day 7:

Free prompt: Sunrise

Happy birthday, Luffy :)