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In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.
But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.
Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.
His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.
And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.
From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.
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whats the point of being a baby/teenage costumed superhero if u?? cant have fun on one day when wearing costumes?? is a requirment????
also extra barry&hal, before i realized that barry is canonically pouty when his sidekick is stolen by green lantern lol
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while we’re all predicting how Ed and/or Stede will propose, may I submit:
Both Ed and Stede have individually decided they want to do some sort of over-the-top production for the proposal (Stede because he enjoys it, Ed because he knows Stede will enjoy it) and they both, unknowingly, plan it for the same day.
And, I cannot stress this enough, the entire crew needs to be involved.
I want half of them helping Ed plan his proposal and the other half helping Stede. I want Oluwande to try and distract Ed while Stede is setting stuff up, meanwhile Fang and Frenchie are searching high and low for Ed because they need his guidance in how to prepare. I want Pete helping Ed and Lucius helping Stede, but both of them only refer to it as “the proposal” to one another so they falsely believe they’re talking about the same one and everything gets all mixed up. I want Jim and Archie to row to shore to find party supplies and decorations for Ed, and run into Olu and Zheng who are doing the same for Stede, and both pairs are overly suspicious and secretive for no reason. I want every part of Ed’s plan to be somehow undermined or ruined because of Stede’s plan, and vice versa.
I need it to be ridiculous, because that’s them. I need it to be an absolute disaster where neither of them actually gets to ask. I need it to end in a quiet, intimate conversation, and a “of course I’ll marry you, you nut.”
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Every time I try to "tough out" my pain, I always imagine a group of scientists with the saddest expressions on their faces because they invented a way to help my suffering and I refused to use it because I didn't feel "worthy enough" and I always feel so guilty and grateful for their effort and sacrifices
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If you like my content and want to support me I have now a Ko-fi, thank you in advance of you help 🥺💖
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Today on Very Serious Spy Scenarios, imagine Illya and Napoleon at the beginning of their partnership, with Napoleon happily pushing all of Illya's buttons every five seconds to try and see what will get him punched and what not. Illya is endlessly frustrated with him, especially because he CANNOT get a rise out of him, no matter how hard he tries.
And then one day, when they are arguing, again, Illya is getting desperate to Win This and so this conversation ensues:
Illya: "What's your problem, your parents never hugged you as a child?"
Napoleon, completely unfazed: "Actually no, my father barely spoke to me and my mother lowkey disliked me, so."
Illya:
Napoleon:
Illya:
Napoleon: "What?"
Illya: *getting teary-eyed*
Napoleon, now a little scared: "Peril?"
Illya: *bear hug attack*
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Now I’m curious, what breeds are on your list?
✨Golden Retrievers✨
Pomeranians
Samoyeds
Rottweilers
Irish red setters
German Shepherd (I like the black ones)
Rough Collies and Shelties
Great Pyrenees
Bernese Mountain Dogs
Cocker Spaniels
St. Bernards
Borzois
and probably more that I forgot to list!!
These are all dogs that I Especially want to cry when I see them, and that I could see myself loving / being able to meet the particular needs of their breed. I've expanded my Range a little in the two years since I brought Hugo home, since he's taught me a lot about dogs, and I could potentially take care of a baby with very different needs from the ones that he had. I'm still by no means a dog expert but. Yanno. You learn small things over time!
In the end, when I was searching for a dog a few years ago, I had a few qualifications I didn't want to budge on.
I needed a dog that's trainable, but not stubborn, a dog that's gentle and considerate with my cats and my niblings, a dog that's not too reactive, a dog with soft fur, and a dog that is affectionate.
So... Hugo is all of those things!!! He picks up skills quickly and listens (I gotta work on his Recall though), he takes extreme care around the cats and is so careful that he can be left alone with kittens and baby chicks, so being sat on / bothered / tugged on by small kids isn't even a challenge. He has never growled at anyone or anything in Irritation in his life. He's never bared his teeth. He doesn't bark at strangers or at odd noises, he doesn't snap as a response to being surprised. He's extremely pillowy soft, and his fur doesn't irritate my skin or pierce my clothes. He is extremely, extremely sweet and loving, frankly to the point that he would easily fall in love with a new owner if he was kidnapped lmao.
You can maybe see why I like goldens so much.
I got REALLY close to adopting a Pomeranian, which I'll continue to Think About, basically forever... but as someone with a predisposition for migraines, I don't want to set the dog up for failure if I'm not ready to hear bark bark bark bark bark bark bark all day. That's the ONLY downside. Maybe I invest in some noise cancelling headphones? They're beautiful dogs though, I love an animal that looks like a little rat. You ever see one of them after a bath? My god.
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sorry to everyone i tell a fic idea to that they get excited about bc i'm so bad at finishing a fic but i can offer you the start of the 8 new fics i've started this week with 0 plans on how to finish them if you would like
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Inari: Little one, I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying. Are you alright? Do you need help?
The presence of a much smaller Pokemon seemed to ease his panic, however, the fox appeared a bit disappointed at this realization. Seems his questions went unheard unfortunately... He gave a sad sigh as he looked away.
Though currently focused on the grass his gaze nervously shifted around, all while he searched for the proper words to communicate with the mew.
It had been a while since he spoke Pokemon... but, It shouldn't be too hard right? After a long moment of silence, he finally gave a brave inhale as he spoke up once again.
Even if his words were a bit rough and oddly pronounced you could understand him much better now.
His ears quickly flattened once again, "I... was... asking a question?" Silas seemed a bit puzzled at the offer of help, he was unsure if he'd done something worrisome, well, apart from his initial panic. "Did I do something wrong?"
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just woke up it’s 5am and i’m so so sleepy but i’m so wet n i wanna touch but m’too tired so i’m just pathetically rubbing my thighs together n trying so hard to hump the bed but the only thing it’s doing is teasing me….
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"What kind of a man doesn't like puppies?!"
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Whispering soft dom praise and petting my plushes as I go to sleep because WHY is there not a man in my bed for me to adore
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I’ve been wrist deep in so many asses today. My professional poker face is impeccable. Tried and true, baby!
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