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[incurablyromanticsblog]

I desperately need the cuntiest clit eastwood movie recs rn i think i arrived at the right place

Yea you arrived at that right place, I would say something salacious about that 6 foot 4 piece of crap but I am practicing restraint.

Anyways I made the decision to watch all Clint Eastwood Films and when I watched coogans bluff I made a new metric of rating movies called:

I’m nowhere near done but I do update it as i go. As for personal recommendations, if you’re looking for moves where he just looks good enough that you want to put him through a torture chamber?

1. Coogan’s Bluff (he’s so hot and for what? To be a right wing wet dream 😔)

2. The dollars trilogy ( do I need to say anything?)

3. Le Streghre (the last sequence, he’s giving hot professor who’s good in bed which is funny within context of the film)

4. Play misty for me (absolutely unreal how good he looks except for one scene where he’s wearing tighty whities and is giving Gumby)

5. Joe Kidd (he looks very good but I have never seen a more mid movie I tell you)

And for good movies of his

1) the beguiled (he looks fantastic but this movie is a gothic psychological thriller, and a good one)

2. Dirty Harry (objectively good movie as long as you know what it’s trying to say, and he’s also hot)

3. Two Mules for Sister Sara (if you want a movie where you don’t want to think and also don’t want to be icked out I’d totally recommend this one, kinda raunchy western rom com with Shirley MacLaine)

4. Paint your wagon (it’s a bit long but if you like funny and ridiculous stuff you’ll love it, I know I did. It’s one of his silly roles and he does very good in it)

5. hang em high (very very good movie, if you like to see him suffer please watch this, he’s very pathetic in it I love it)

6. Bridges of Madison county (such a good film do not know how he directed it, but fair warning he’s a GILF in this one, id still tap it but you should know)

This could have been more cohesive but I’m at work and I wanted to really answer this ask immediately!!!

Tell me how you like the films!!!

[justkenz]

Our dog suddenly reacting weirdly to my partner?

Hi all, my partner and I share a 5 year old, 50lb mixed breed dog. My partner rescued him as a puppy in 2018, so the dog is originally his and he raised him. He is a hyper dog, with a lot of energy, but sweet and very smart. He has an issue with resource guarding, and weirdly it isn’t with bones or toys but any “forbidden” item he gets. We don’t live together, we live a little under an hour away from each other, so we flip between our respective homes. When we are together, taking care of him has defaulted to me. I wake up early in the morning with him, we play fetch outside and I run him a bit (he has soooo much energy and he loves running), then he has breakfast and we spend some quiet time together and play before my partner wakes up a couple hours later. So he’s gotten used to me primarily taking care of him when I’m here, which lately is most of the time because I haven’t been going home much.

Anyway, recently he’s started showing some concerning behavior and we’re not sure how to go about it or even what it is. When I’m sitting alone with him in a separate room from my partner, everything is calm and he’s either chewing on a toy or sleeping. If my partner enters the room, sometimes the dog will get extremely aroused / excited and almost like charge at him with his hackles up. He’ll start barking and it almost looks like he’s playing because he’ll get down low, be hopping around on all fours and wagging his tail. But his barking doesn’t really sound like playing, and for context, he’s not a barker at all. He will try to block my partner from coming further into the room and sort of boop my partner’s legs with his nose. He doesn’t necessarily seem very aggressive just SUPER hyped up and his barks sound a little scary. My partner will ask him to sit and wait for him to calm down then pet him.

This does not happen at all when I’m not here. They coexist in total peace.

I’m like, is he resource guarding me? What’s going on? I thought maybe he’s so excited to see my partner because he’s not very affectionate with the dog, just a personality difference, and our dog LOVES touching and cuddling. Am I doing something wrong potentially and maybe encouraging this too? It’s starting to get really anxiety inducing for my partner so any insight or experiences you’ve had would be helpful to hear.

I think it would be best to look into a trainer in your area, they might be able to give you so more insight into what could be going on! Good Luck!

[vintagegeekculture]

You once said that Captain Marvel's Golden Age popularity tends to be overstated. Could you please elaborate?

I was specifically referring to the idea that “CaptainMarvel was the best selling superhero of the 1940s,” which I have seen a fewplaces, and is untrue. Though Captain Marvel was very famous and tremendouslypopular, the best selling superhero of the 1940s was exactly who you’d thinkit’d be: Superman.

A closer look at the era shows that our concept of the era,with Captain Marvel/Superman as this Gobots/Transformers or N’Sync/Backstreet Boys rivalry is untrue, because the reality is that there were several tremendously popular charactersthat were second-banana to Superman in the comics world at different points inthe 1940s: Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, Nedor’s Black Terror, and mostextraordinarily of all, the Blue Beetle, who is a pretty good candidate for my“dead fandoms” series in that at one point, he was in the top three ofsuperheroes, a radio phenomenon with a coast to coast fan club.

The narrative that Captain Marvel was the biggest hero apartfrom Superman hides how huge these other characters were, and it’s moreinteresting to talk about how, say, Black Terror was huge but vanished, or howthe best selling female adventure comics character of the 1940s wasn’t WonderWoman but Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.

(You’ll probably note the absence of a few characters thatwere only big in retrospect: Batman comes to mind. In the Golden Age, he was in  the top 10 of superheroes, sure, but his popularity wasn’t that great until thehit TV show of the 1960s made him a semi-rival in popularity to Superman. Anycollector can attest to this: it is truly rare to find any Batman merchandisebefore 1966.

If this was Snopes or something, I’d call the “Captain Marvel was the top selling superhero” as partially true, because it is: the origin of this misconception is the totally true claimthat Captain Marvel’s comic was the top seller at certain points in thedecade, certainly, but (and this is the key part) from what we can tell, he wasnot consistently the top seller,which I think is an important distinction. Part of it was the astounding dropof interest in superheroes after the war, but part of it was also that CaptainMarvel just plain ran out of gas creatively at a certain point.

In other words, Captain Marvel had what we today call a“shark jump” point, Simpsons Season 9 style. And that point is, rightly orwrongly (mostly wrongly), associated with the introduction of Mr. Tawny theTalking Tiger in 1947, a Jar-Jar Binks-esque character of unclear purpose.

Let me be absolutely clear: Mr. Tawny the Talking Tiger wasnot the reason later Captain Marvel comics lacked the pizzazz and charm of theearlier ones, just like Jar Jar Binks is notthe reason a lot of people didn’t connect to the Star Wars prequel movies.The issues were a little more fundamental. But like Jar Jar Binks, Mr. Tawny isidentified as the point at which dissatisfaction crystalizes.

Captain Marvel until 1946, might just be some of my favorite comics ever. The Monster Society of Evil was easily one of the creative highpoints of the Golden Age, the first time 23 or more issues in a single comicwas dedicated to a sweeping story, the first time all villains of a hero cametogether. It was easily one of the most ambitious and memorable stories of the Golden Age. It’s had a lot of trouble getting reprinted in modern times, due to racially insensitive, caricature-esque depictions of Asians and blacks. The story nonetheless should be reprinted, with such depictions relevant for their historical importance. 

For those who are unaware, in a time before serial storytelling, close to 2 years of Captain Marvel were dedicated to a single over-arching story. All of Captain Marvel’s enemies, from Oggar and Black Adam to the Crocodile Men, the robot Mr. Atom, Goatman, and Captain Nazi were unified by a mysterious cackling voice on a speakerbox, into the Monster Society of Wvil, by a creature called Mr. Mind, who’s identity was totally unknown. At the end, after two years of battle, Captain Marvel finally unmasked the mysterious voice on the speaker box - only to reveal the sinister Hitlerian genius that threatened the world was actually just a tiny worm.

But in a few years, perhaps because the comic was done by a single creative team, as inevitably happens, they started to run out of ideas. This  makes sense to me – if “anything can happen,” nothing is eventful. One exerciseI do with stories and settings is to identify three things that can’t happen – if they can’t identify three things that won’t happen in thestory, their setting doesn’t have a unique identity.

History has a way of eliminating our sense of the passage oftime completely. To someone born after the Golden Age of Comics and looking back,the introduction of Mr. Tawny, the Talking Tiger, happened at the same time asMonster Society of Evil and the other legendary Captain Marvel stories; unlessyou read them in the original order, or read them in reprints in the DC 80 PageGiants, they’re a big undifferentiated mass that came out simultaneously. ButMr. Tawny came several years later after the truly great Captain Marvel storieswere told, and did not participate in them. Reboots scrambled things up evenfurther, some of which have Mr. Tawny there from the beginning (like Ordway’sPower of Shazam! Mini where Tawny was Mary’s stuffed toy who came to life).

There are some people who defend the later Golden Age Captain Marvel in much the same way that there are people who defend Star Trek V: the Final Frontier. More power to them if they see something of value. Personally, I never hate anything when it comes to fiction, even the bad things you can learn things from (never, ever hate a movie…and never forget that disliking things is not a personality trait). The internet being the internet, however…well, I can’t help but wonder if a lot of modern Mr. Tawny fans like him because they want to fuck him. 

Just like with Jar Jar, it’s better not to forget him – he’sthere, use him somehow. I rather liked how he was used in the Captain Marvel/Shazam movie that came out last April, not as a character, but as a Kubrick style visual motif that keeps showing up in Billy’s life to reflect his desire for a realhome, on his backpack and everywhere (notice that his costume has tigertoken cape claspers). I also liked the idea in Ordway’s Power of Shazam series that Mr.Tawky was a friend of Mary Marvel, not Billy, a friend who gives her emotionalsupport and who is a semi-father figure. And there was an absolutely wonderfulissue of Astro City clearly inspired by Mr. Tawky, where the Astro City version was kind of a sad-eyed drunk and failure chewed up and spat out by the venomousculture of showbusiness.

It was so funny to me that this year, they had two CaptainMarvel movies come out from competing studios within weeks of each other. That’s such an asshole move that I kind of admire it, and I seriously doubt the timing is a coincidence. I am100% sure that some ultra-competitive alpha dog studio executive said, “hey,can we have them come out the same weekend?” It reminds me of how Golan and Globus after they split, both simultaneously made movies about the Lambadadance craze, and released them the exact same weekend to spite each other, with one named “Lambada”and the other named “The Forbidden Dance.”

[batkatbrown]

Beyond the Sea - C14!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13837683/chapters/32699928

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven| Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen

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“Can you turn the page darlin’,” Jesse called over to his best friend who was currently trying to wrangle a bunch of seaweed. The book was popped up on the counter next to him and Hanzo reached over to flick the page without really looking. “Thanks!”

Jesse wriggle deeper into his little sand nest and propped his head in his hand to read. He had missed getting to explore other worlds between the lines of crisp print. The story was vaguely familiar and it was much the same as the novels beneath the waves.

A forbidden love that drove two people apart; a man of the sky that fell in love with a creature of the sea.

Jesse ruminated on the words, moving slowly through the page. He kept half his attention on Hanzo. The hunter was trying to do something fishy with the seaweed and three black pearls on his magical worktable.

“You sure you don’t wanna tell me what you’re doing?” He called lazily without lifting his gaze.

“It is best left unspoken,” Hanzo grumbled. The little vein in his forehead was twitching as he hunched over his work.

Jesse hummed softly in response. “If you are going to be usin’ spells and magics now, could you shrink down a few of my books? Then i could turn the pages myself.”

Hanzo turned with a glare and Jesse shrunk down into the nest of sand. Before his heart could jump into a frantic pace, Hanzo’s face softened and he laughed with a shake of his head. “I am sorry, Jesse. Perhaps you are right and I need to take a break.”

“Y-yeah.” Jesse waved his tail hopefully,

“And as a shrinking spell eludes me; would you allow me to read to you instead?” Hanzo swiveled in his chair and leaned down to cross his arms on the tabletop. He settled his chin on them and Jesse smiled as it brought him to eye-level.

“Nothing better than gettin’ to hear your pretty voice.” Jesse waggled his eyebrows and flashed a toothy grin. It made a pink tinge rise to the hunter’s cheeks. “Don’t guess i could ask for storytime in the tub?”

“It has been a while since we had a bath.” Hanzo rested his forehead on his arms with a soft laugh. Heat spiked through his veins at Jesse’s simple request. It was different this time, now that he knew Jesse was sentient.

He reached into the tank and teasingly poked at Jesse’s shoulder. “I suppose you also wish for me to get a ring for you to jump through and balls to knock around.”

“Could you?” Jesse’s eyes lit up and his smile nudged his cheeks high. “I used to whip and weave through coral and dodge sharks and wrangle sea dragons. Doing something more than swimming would make it feel a bit like home.”

Hanzo rested his head in one hand, nodding to his companion. It made sense. If he could not train and use his full body, he would feel restless to. “Perhaps a quick trip to the store is necessary before we relax in a bath.”

“I would love ya even more darlin’,” Jesse’s warm voice shot straight to his heart and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

“Then we shall go.”

“How?”

Hanzo glanced to an empty jar. It would fit in his messenger bag. Jesse would fit even if it was a little tight and Hanzo leaned back in his chair. It would work.

The store was nearly empty on the early thursday morning. The few other customers drifted aimlessly or shuffled along in fuzzy slippers, paid them no mind. Hanzo kept his face blank and impassive as they maneuvered through the petstore. There were plenty of interesting plastic and rubber toys in the dog section that would float.

“What about this one?” Hanzo subtly tilted his messenger bag so Jesse could see the wall of merchandise better. It was a knobbly rubber dog toy that had a hole inside it for peanut butter or other treats. “Perhaps put fish in the hole.”

Jesse squinted at it, his human half hauled up to stick out of the mostly empty jar. “Is that really a dog toy?”

“Yes?” A quick look to the left and the right proved them to be alone. He lifted the jar and jesse free of his bag and held him closer to the red toy.

“Hmm, looks like it’d fit a dick more than some of that peanut butter stuff.”

Hanzo nearly dropped the jar with a splutter. Choked laughter stuck in his throat and he coughed around it. “It does… in a way appear to be a … sleeve of sorts.”

“You humans got some interesting ideas.” Jesse reached out to touch it with a suspicious look. “But i figure it might be fun to swim through and wrestle given half the chance. I like the look of that one too.”

Hanzo moved down the aisle and lifted Jesse to inspect to his heart’s content. The shopping basket slowly filled up with enrichment toys from both the dog, fish and cat section. Jesse was nearly giddy over the small plastic fishing pole with a brightly colored fish at the end. It was nothing like a real fish but he was chomping at the bit.

“Will you look at that,” Jesse whistled after the words.

Hanzo found himself directed over to a display of brightly colored tubes. They were assembled into an intricate run for hamsters or mice ending on each side in a wide cages.

“I wonder if they are watertight.” Hanzo mused as he approached the boxed version of the display. He taped on the transparent plastic with a fingernail. It was strong and study and with a bit of magic, it might be possible to turn it to a different use.

“I could swim anywhere in the house, or at least around.”

“Perhaps we can even set up tanks along the way for you to rest in. You could explore and swim to your heart’s content during the day. Maybe we could even connect it to the koi ponds.” Hanzo couldn’t contain his grin.

It took most of the morning and afternoon to get set up and Jesse waited eagerly in his main tank. He wriggled in the water, chasing the long fins of his tail as Hanzo went up and down a ladder. Sweat made his shirt cling to his back and Jesse did his best not to fixate on the strong muscles it showed off.

The jeans hung low and a very interesting band of fabric peaked over. He had always thought underwear were a bit strange. There was no need to cover his hips or waist in this form, at least as long as he kept himself under control. He breathed slowly, focusing on the fluttering of his gills and the expanse of his water lungs.

Jesse chewed on his thoughts and a chunk of catfish as Hanzo wiped his sweating brow. It was a shame that he was too small to act on the fantasties trying to break through his guard. It would be harder to hide the heat burning just under his skin when they were in the bath together. If they managed to get to it before the day was over.

It was dark outside when the tubes had been set up all over the house. Water was slowly poured into them from the second floor, all the while adjusting containment spells on the different tanks and resting areas so it didn’t all rush out.

Jesse tested out the first section.

The tubes were big enough for him to fit comfortably and he gave his tail an experimental undulation. He rose quickly along the transparent colorful pipe until he could look down at Hanzo. He waved excitedly and bobbed against the side.

The hunter’s grin was bright enough to light up the room. He pointed along the tube to the stairs and Jesse was quick to follow his lead. He darted along the tubes and wriggled around the ninety degree turn and started to climb. It was dizzying and wonderful. The illusion of depth brought a part of his instincts roaring back to life.

He chased Hanzo up the stairs and whipped around the corner to follow him into his bedroom. Hanzo’s laugh was muffled through the water but still beautiful. There was a tank on his bedside table still. It was connect now and Jesse dove down into it with a cheer. He tumbled among the leafy greens and swirled to face up.

He beached himself on the warm sand and rocks with a holler of pure joy.

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HIGH COURT'S PARK CHANYEOL is a PURE-BLOOD WIZARD residing in HONGDAE.                          He's an AUROR.

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11:13 jeju island i. he was the book, staining his pages with regret. bleeding black into parchment. wish i may, wish i might.

a man, ragged. he stood proud, towering over the fields, the grass, the blades. briefcase in hand, he’d conquer this land, this life, this world. he’s money, power, influence; history inscribed in concentrated wrinkles. there’s a thin line of approval by the corner of a mouth, and a gash of failure torn across a cheek. but the world needs a hero, ( a hero is not the badge-boasting, uniformly-dressed man. that is a coward, weaving destruction through simple, devastating words. fine. money. court. jail. spiders. barking. words that destroyed lives, worlds. ) the martyr to bring to ruin the chaos. waves crash onto the shoreline. those four walls of steel towering high look a little lonely, entrance inviting, beckoning. they need a sacrifice, the spiders and dementors are growing hungry.

protest: ₩100000 fine disturbance: ₩150000 fine, 2 months community service uproar: ₩200000 fine, dogs chewing at heels, probation riot: ₩500000 fine, jail anarchy: ₩5000000 fine, deportation ruination: death

meet a starstruck woman. she’s the mastermind behind these vigilantes. she’s the tens of thousands of wasted bills. the criminals, the murders. a naïve follower, fond of turning blind eyes and denial – seduced by glitz and glamour. killed by greed. see, the government belonged to us, not these fools masquerading as our citizens, officials, said the briefcase man. he’s collected the debt of millions, stashing away their secrets in leather and lock, ( carrying criminals, deaths, fines. she’s but an asset ).

for now, just for now. cope with this reality with a little ‘pick-me-up’. it’s a guaranteed potion to lock up the dangers and fears. ( curiosity ) officers shall become street performers. go on and applaud for them in their entertainment. cheer, laugh. ( escape ) but whatever you do, don’t offer gratuity. they are a pack of wild animals looking to bite your hand off. should when fantasy wears off, come see me again. ( slave ) your mind will have betrayed you by then. ( addiction ) the men will return in their hexing-glory, wands poised and itching for blood. ( illegal ) we shall keep you in perpetual fantasy of bliss; where nothing goes wrong, where there’s no troubles, nothing to worry over. where the only price to pay is a small sum. ( life )

23:46 seoul ii. we’re the ruined, never resurrected, always agonied. we’re the once kissed, never missed, always dismissed. baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?

briefcase man and starstruck woman, have you no conscience? here you lie, collapsed in a smoke-ridden bed with paint-peeling walls surrounding you. you’ve exchanged liquored kisses with bated, drunken breath. in the wake of this aftermath, a stolen briefcase, stars stabbed from eyes, reality. disheveled sheets, no longer what could’ve been their security. the curtains are pulled shut, and this crime scene attraction isn’t yet open to the general public. barks rock the crumbling building – oranges and reds peek out from curtain underside. now, tell me how it feels to lose it all when you’ve come so far, sacrificed everything? dignity’s nothing when you’ll be walking these streets by morning, panhandling and playing on the pity of law-abiding civilians. easy. there’s nowhere to go but up from here. you’ve starved your clients of feel-good drugs and took them down with you.

starstruck woman’s shared history with briefcase man. she’s the broken woman. broken woman’s come alive at last to witness the puppetry of man controlling woman. of man lusting to rob the stars, rob her body. he’s gone by mid-morning, pledging a formal farewell to her, wishing the best in her endeavours. they’re guilty, callous words of a boy having broken his toy. in his briefcase is a three millionth collection. starstruck woman indulged in her high-risk high-reward russian roulette as long as it would last. broken woman scoured the streets, sunrise to sunset. from nothing, she became nothing. she needed briefcase man to keep afloat, stay alive. no, she’d take over and become the hero.

17:29 seoul iii. we’re the succeeded, always feared, never pursued. we’re the once destroyed, always determined, never unfinished. three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run.

enter result of an illicit relationship; he, who studious and conning, and she, who foolish and trusting. broken woman declared war with briefcase man but fifteen years ago – demanding support for their wizarding child – but briefcase man continued to play the lottery against all odds – losing it all, winning it all ( he’s dying in addiction and mustn’t ever break down in front of clients ). no, it must be kept hush-hush. i can’t have my reputation ruined. i’ve worked so hard ( too hard ) for everything and it can’t come down to this. the boy, maybe, perhaps i can see him once a year for his birthday, but no more. take the money, fine. but this must be kept a secret or else. and whenever the boy asks, shut him up some more. ( shut him up with expensive wands and books, all signed by dad ) you’ll learn that a child’s anger means nothing. teach him, tell him how ignorance can be his best friend. i am too busy to come home, i’m sorry. but i always think about you. should he cry, go ahead and hug him. remind him that i’ll be home soon. just another day, ( another dad-less night ).

so was the plan for bright-eyed, ambitious son. crafted with the finest, most delicate bones of fallen birds. he grew up carefully constructing dad by imagination. dad made the nightmares better, dad encouraged son to soar above and beyond. dad, his hero. dad, the comic book protagonist defeating evil. a brave soldier, having set sail on the seven seas shy of six months ago since their last encounter. but birdboned boy couldn’t spoil the secret. it’s his to keep. friends knew birdboned boy’s father as a renowned official advancing the world one step at a time. the father with the weight of the world upon his shoulders. the father all the other boys in class aspired to have, sick with envy in their glowers and clenched fists strangling wands. they craved that wealth; boys begging to be spoiled rotten by briefcase man’s family.

there's dad, no, that isn't dad spitting venom black. he splits in two innocent bystanders in the wake of ( another ) murder. the court strokes its ego.

ill words of absent father? forbidden in this sanctuary mom bled for to build. he’s fed lies daily as a three-course meal, desserts optional with false hopes and promises should his bright eyes defy mom turning the lights off. dad is great. dad helps and saves people. dad makes people feel better and gives them hope. ( erase that idea that dad’s dipped his hands in the blood of hundreds and broke down this country. he was of refined purple, not of chaos black. the death court is a mockery. betrayers. ) where there’s light, there’s darkness, ( light is good, darkness is bad. so they say. but darkness is safety, blankets to drown in ). his beloved bedtime story becomes the tale of briefcase man and starstruck woman, partners-in-crime, ‘til death do they part. dad’s the unseen force. where shadows lurked, dad existed. and mom’s the brains, slaving over her study space day-in and day-out to create the most peculiar of potions for any ailment. the dealer and the fool, as they’d say.

it’s only when holidays come and go that disappointment breeds rage, hopelessness. mom fears letting a monster loose, leaving money for birdboned boy to wake up to, along with a phony letter signed, ‘love, dad’. mom fears breaking her child, for there’s nothing more she could do. so she beckons to the son, for him to come closer, for him to put his trust into her instead while dad is away. they would bond over their love for stars, the night sky, the moon. she would read to him her favourite constellation, and how the constellation was a hero in greek mythology. birdboned boy wants to join the stars one day. mom tells him, ‘not until i’ve gone there first’. but one day, one day. he’d bother dad for the secret on how to reach the stars. the sky turns dark, he frustrates himself again and again trying to disappear from ground and land upon a comet.

light hurts. it’s annoying. through dawn, daytime, and beyond, his room’s a fortress perpetually shut in by curtains. he wears the darkness, experiments with darkness, learns from darkness. it’s powerful. it makes the light wither. a few too many lightbulbs are put to waste in his trials-and-errors. mom’s retired from potion-making. now instead, opossum tails hang from her window as good luck charms. through the letdowns, the empty promises, the shattered hopes, there’s one thing that remains. birdboned boy will make superhero dad proud, be just like him.

make disappear the evil. resist temptation.

scrub tongue of unforgivable curses. toss weight of the slain from his shoulders.

hero.

[tiffanimarron6-blog]

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