#Milt

[goose-theduck]

[shiftythrifting]

interesting find at savers, didnt buy 💔 (abq, nm)

[wordup2007]

I forgot to post this very interesting thing I saw on the Wordgirl wiki. Unfortunately it's no longer there :(

[falconscales]

Milt from food fantasy stimboard with fish for anon!

Feel free to reblog!

Stimboard requests are open!

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[multi-purpose-clown]

About a year ago I changed Milt's, from Word Girl, Gender to Milt. I hope for many more years of Milt!

[toonycatuwu]

milt

[thesecretingredientislove]

Last Team Standing Tournament (round one)!

[melodythebunny]

Carrie x glen headcanons

cannot think of a ship name for this XD

i kinda picture glen being a sassy person. Just given of what I remember him as. Been a while since I've seen Him in a episode. But I think Carrie's sweet personality can balance that out. Also she can probably be as sassy give or take.

The fact that they have a love for cats would bring them kinda close. Since Carrie did work at a pet shop before, she could have met Glen when he adopted his cats. (Their names are ginger, cinnamon, topaz, goldie, and jr.)

Kinda want to say Carrie doesn't get experimented on in this version au of sorts bc I'm evil and it makes experimental cheese angstier

at some point when Glen decides to become a villain. Carrie is chill with it and usually she has to bail him out whenever his plans fail. Which does happen alot.

Clayde and Milt are now in-laws and act very bitter towards each other. Fights happen between them alot. clayde would get along better with Robbie (the exposition guy) more so.

And Carrie's parents as usual wouldn't approve of the relationship. So congrats :3

clayde - @spaaceeboyy

Edit- ship name is cafe cat thanks to @liloskull343

[scurviesdisneyblog]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪʟᴛ ᴋᴀʜʟ - ᴘᴇɴᴄɪʟ ᴛᴇꜱᴛꜱ

[sei5517]

#寿司 #すし #鮨 #sushi #sushilovers #カニ #蟹 #Crab #鯛 #タイ #Redseabream #カツオ #鰹 #Skipjacktuna #白子 #しらこ #Milt #ノドグロ #Nodoguro https://www.instagram.com/p/CoRnTwnSYmg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[goose-theduck]

It's easy to abuse this power, you may need to stop and ask yourself, "do my people want it this way?"

(I didn't draw Milt with a proper head because I can't draw faces for the life of me)

[kjs-life]

#Codfish #Milt #Ponzu sauce #Delicious #たら #白子 #ポン酢 #おいし (Yokohama) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoMuIOErBaN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[justaholesir]

LUKE PEGLER as Milt 'Hollywood' Zane Hacksaw Ridge (2016) dir. Mel Gibson

[cheapfakeblood]

Nahhh bc u see this?

This is the best fucking thing I’ve ever consumed. I fucking love this shit. Delicious. Immaculate. If brewed properly, it’s PINK. LIKE A BABY PASTEL PINK. Fuck idk how this happened but MAN it’s so good

[peterpant]

i have never done animation before, please dont throw me to the dogs

[directdogman]

Ensnared (A Dialtown short story)

A warm haze emanated from the lush, leafy membrane that surrounded a distinctive balcony in Washington, DC, the light barely permeating the dim stillness of yet another cool morning. Peering towards this rising gleam sat a man in a pale damson suit, the distant glint barely reflected on the surface of his metallic face.

The pervasive hush was cut short by a doorway opening behind the seated man, and from the doorway, a lean man wearing a worn bowler hat and a matching brown plaid suit emerged. The seated man didn't avert his gaze from the horizon, but shifted his posture, anticipating a conversation would unfold. The man in the bowler hat paced hesitantly towards his seated accomplice.

"Mornin', Cal." the man in the bowler hat murmured, his hushed voice almost a whisper, "You get much sleep?" "I got enough." Crown replied tersely. The man in the plaid suit remained silent for a moment, before fracturing the silence with another question. "You spoken to Marla yet?" he asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly. The seated man replied by finally turning to face his partner, raising the mug of coffee in his hand with a warm, but muted enthusiasm.

"The papers are talking about Hoover again." the man in the bowler hat added, his glance shifting towards the ground. The seated man flicked his left hand dismissively. "Let 'em talk!" he scoffed, "The man's yesterday's news. Folks'll move on once there's something else for 'em to talk about!" The man in the hat nodded hesitantly and another prolonged silence followed suit. Crown chuckled to himself, his gaze averted forward yet again.

"Y'know, Milt... It's the funniest thing." the metallic man stated, "I came out here not twenty minutes ago and while I was having my morning coffee, I noticed the damndest thing on this very balcony." Milt's eyes shifted to his collaborator, his interest now piqued. Crown continued. "The tiniest fly I think I've ever seen in my life - caught in a little spider web, over on those railings." he said, raising his gauntlet to point to the metallic bars separating their balcony from the rest of the world. "No spider in sight, naturally. Good news for the fly, perhaps." Crown added. "Must've been off doing other things, y'know?" Milt replied, a smile barely creeping across the corners of his lips, "Doing whatever spiders get up to when we're not sitting around watching 'em, I guess." Crown leaned forward towards the balcony, as if he hadn't heard Milt's reply.

"So, naturally, I inched closer and extended my hand, so I could sever the threads and save the fly from its predicament!" Crown stated, enthusiasm seeping into his tone yet again. He paused for a moment following this and turned his head to meet Milt's gaze for a second time. "But, as I got a closer look, I realized that the fly wasn't just CAUGHT in the web..." Crown added, his metallic hand clenching with each stressed word, "But, ENSNARED by it." Milt's left eye tightened, curious to see where his partner was going with his tale.

"Its body COMPLETELY bound in minute silk threads..." Crown then stated, staring back over at the web. "And then it dawned on me." he added, "Even IF I were to break the threads connecting the fly to the web, relinquishing it from the spider's immediate grasp, well..." Crown turned his head, his dial locking with Milt's eyes for another solitary moment.

"The fly was still bound from head to toe, y'know?" he stated, his voice almost cracking. A barely distinguishable twinge of concern flashed across Milt's face, as Crown turned again to look at the web. "I mean, even IF the fly wasn't fixed to the web itself, it couldn't fly, couldn't move and surely once the spider came back..." Crown stated, his voice now trailing off, "Well, the fly was a goner."

"And again, this was the tiniest fly I reckon I've ever seen!" Crown boasted, enthusiasm returning to his tone, as his metallic hand jolted forward. "There was absolutely no way I could've broken the fine threads covering its body without harming and possibly dismembering the fly." he added, turning back to face Milt, a hint of regret in his tone. Crown noticed Milt's eyes quickly avert to his metallic hand. "Even WITH my organic hand." he hastily corrected. Milt nodded silently, the bottom of his lips pursed.

"I could observe its predicament, even delay the inevitable..." Crown murmured, "But no single movement I could make was deft enough, delicate enough to free the fly without subjecting it to an equally gruesome fate." Crown's tone shifted, as if describing witnessing an event of abject unfairness.

"For that moment, we were interconnected!" the metallic man proclaimed, "Two beings separated TOTALLY and UTTERLY by a vast expanse of scale..." Crown's gaze shifted towards the floor dejectedly, his hunched neck communicating that his mindset was now one of bargaining. "Even IF I'd sat patiently and waited for the spider to come back, crushed it in my hand..." Crown added, his metallic hand tensing once again, "It wouldn't have changed the outcome one iota." Crown's tone hushed.

"The fly was dead the moment it entered the web." he murmured, concern now visibly plastered across his partner's face. "In that moment, my strength made me powerless to change ANYTHING for the fly." the seated man stated, as his metallic hand thrusted incredulously. "I couldn't do a THING." Crown enunciated. "Despite the sheer difference in our current situations..." the seated man shared, his posture shifting backwards into a pensive lean, "The phenomenal discrepancy in our respective circumstances..." Crown trailed off and a moment of hushed stillness followed. "We were BOTH trapped..." he mused, "Equally bound by possibility." Milt winced, sensing inner turmoil within his comrade. "And then..." Crown added, his shoulders arching as he shifted in his seat, "That got me thinking..." The metallic man turned to face his accomplice.

"Presuming he exists, of course..." Crown pondered, his voice now hushed and uncertain, "I wonder if God sees all of us the same way." Milt's grimace hardened as his eyes shifted towards the fine white residue on the table next to his partner.

"Cal..." Milt murmured, his right hand now planted on the back of his neck, "You've really gotta lay off of that stuff."