#he has a dumpy

[aesernsplace]

Me: oh my feeds on tumblr and tik tok have been covered with across the spiderverse stuff, i havent watched either movie yet. Theres also a shit ton of Miguel O'Hara art, and i guess hes a cool character.

Me:

Me:

Me: are those fangs.

[kratosfan6632466]

Wrecker : hey zima what’s a dumpy?

Zima spits out her drink as she tries not to laugh

Wrecker: what?

Zima : how do you not know what that means?!!!

Wrecker: idk someone said that I had a dumpy idk what that means

Zima : ok ok I’ll explain it

Wrecker: yeah?

Zima : they’re saying that you have a big round butt

Wrecker blushed red

Wrecker: oh….

Wrecker: well what do you think? Do you think the same thing?

Zima : definitely

Wrecker: wow….never saw you being into ass before

Zima : yeah heh but it’s a complement of course

Wrecker: well thanks *looks at her butt*

Wrecker: you’ve gotta dumpy too

Zima : thanks I- *goes red*

*Wrecker chuckled *

Zima : I fell right into that one….

@burningfieldof-clover @wreckers-wife @afuckinnerfpuncher

[sadspleen]

[coldflasher]

was rewatching the pilot again yesterday for fic reasons and thinking again about the sherlock-style screen annotations they had when barry was doing CSI work that they literally only did in the first ep and then never revisited again, presumably because they realized it'd be far too much effort to work out the details on such a precise level

and thinking about like. that barry allen with the hyper-precise exact measurements that he did by eye (with joe shaking his head in awe so you know that he's a CSI supergenius) vs. the leonard snart who timed his heists to the exact nanosecond (which again, presuming they ditched because it's a logistical nightmare to write dialogue that nitpicky and obsessive, and would be such a fucking pain to do on a week-to-week basis). like. yet another reason they are soulmates tbh. is audhd4autistic a thing the same way t4t is a thing? if it isn't then i'm making it a thing

[watchyourbuck]

I’m gonna say it and I’m gonna say it just once I canNOT STOP thinking about Eddie Diaz’s absolute of a Dump Truck

[certifiablyinsanez]

I love that everyone forgets that Pentious canonically has the fattest ass in the hotel.

[thedorfmirrin]

A few doodles i had between commissions, I am still head over heals obsessed with pizza tower!

[manicplank]

Pizzahead = femboy twink

sorry I don't make the rule, I just think them up and write them down

[whumpacabra]

34. Pressure Cooker

Referenced military setting and activities, referenced past captivity and torture, law enforcement mention, murder mention, referenced systematic and internalized racism, past trauma, victim blaming, fictional politics

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Harrison was tired. He wasn’t that surprised - his body had been pushed to its physical limit, and finally having a respite from survival meant an exhausting recovery. He was surprised he wasn’t dozing off in that cozy diner, listening to a static filled radio. Lucy had gone out for a smoke with Merrill close behind, and Thomas was drinking his tea, eyes glued on the snow falling outside the window.

(Not too long ago he would have chided Elias for getting distracted by the weather during a mission debrief.)

“What’ll you do?” Thomas’ voice was timid, eyes drifting down to the mug in his hands. “Across the border, I mean.”

“Making sure we’re safe would be a good start. Make sure my family’s safe - whether that’s here or there.” Harrison studied the steam rising from Thomas’ oversteeped tea. “I don’t…Wolf can do what he wants. Stay, leave - last thing I want to do is start giving orders.” He chuckled weakly, grief thick in his lungs as his eyes dropped to his own scarred hands. “God knows I’m shit at following them myself.”

“How…” Thomas swallowed a mouthful of bitter tea and took a shuddering breath. “I mean, how does - how does this even happen? I - and why? Why the - the terrorist - why even…” He swallowed more bitter tea, anger and confusion painting his pale face. Harrison glanced between his hands and Thomas’ young, naive eyes.

“Why’re you a cop?” Thomas physically startled at the question, tea nearly splashing from his cup. He set it down slowly, eyes dropping to the table.

“Something to do I guess. Sheriff kinda took me in after my folks passed.” His brow furrowed, pale eyes glancing up to Harrison’s own. “Why?”

“Just curious I guess - well, I mean… I only signed up because of my dad.” He couldn’t help the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “He loved this country - a whole helluva lot more than I ever did. Between my sister going to med school and me off to boot camp I mean - we were his American dream.”

“Sounds like a good patriot.”

“He was.” Harrison huffed, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “Got shot on his way home from the store two - three, three years ago now.”

“Oh…I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t be - you’re not the cops that called it a random homicide and never caught the fuckers that did it.”

“It wasn’t random?” There was a tense, curious gleam in Thomas’ eyes.

“A Sudanese immigrant named Mahmoud gets gunned down a month after 9/11. Cops said there was no evidence racial motivation, so as far as they care, it was just a random tragedy.”

“That’s just - they’re idiots. What kind of investigation - just, just gives up like that?”

“You’re young, Thomas.” Harrison shook his head, eyes turning to the snow outside. The ignorant indignity of youth was clear on the young man’s face. “Most people don’t care about justice or truth. They just care about staying comfortable. And it’s a helluva lot more comfortable for some cops to bury a brown man without any questions asked than it is to consider why someone killed him.”

Thomas’s expression fell slack, thoughts churning behind his shadowed eyes. There was a beat of silence, and Harrison felt as though his chest was carved open, heart exposed. Maybe it was, because he couldn’t stop talking.

“Two years ago I got reassigned.” He had thought about it - they all had, at some point. At least Merrick and Elias had, in silent code and whispered conspiracies while they laid bloodied and broken. “I needed something to throw myself into so I didn’t go on a vigilante justice spree so I accepted. Task Force 42, as I told you. Something about psychological profiles and mission efficiency. Same thing happened to the others in my cohort - we didn’t know each other at all. Hell, Merrick had been stationed in Germany the last 4 years.”

Harrison swallowed, only half sure he cared to tell Thomas, but those pale eyes were transfixed, expression open and curious. Like a child listening to war stories. Like Harrison’s niece asking about the bad guys he caught and epic battles he fought.

“We were good. I don’t know shit about psychology or whatever but they handpicked us to get shit done and by god we did.” It wasn’t always pretty. It wasn’t always just. “We…you’ve heard about the videos, right? Terrorists executing prisoners, torturing them, carrying around trophies.” Thomas’ nod was grim and serious. The news loved their shock value viewing numbers. “We had some of our own. Taking prisoners. Interrogating them. Putting them out of their misery. Not - not that my team did that directly. We just…caught the bad guys.”

Harrison shuddered, the memory of explaining his job to his young, impressionable niece bitter. He had been so desperate to prove himself to the higher brass. Self loathing and trying to show them - ‘see! I’m one of the good ones.’ He hated that he ever deigned to stoop to their level. He hated that he ever thought it immunized him to the cruelty of the war machine.

“The enemy is easy to - it’s amazing. It’s amazing how stupid it all seems now. How trusting we were.” In spite of his exhaustion, or maybe because of it, his brain was buzzing with unfiltered understanding. “They told us shoot, we shot. Capture, we captured. The enemy was whoever they told us the enemy was. Because - right, because - because they had our best interests in mind. The country’s best interests in mind. The top brass were duty bound, same as us, to do right by justice and honor and all that bullshit.”

“So, so when you wake up after heading out for another tour, another mission for the good of your people and home, another trip to push back the enemy…god, maybe - maybe if we weren’t so caught up in it all we would have realized.” The emergency lights inlaid in the ceiling of an underground, cavernous bunker. The electrically locked stone tomb. “I - I don’t know why. Why the - the facade or why - why us. Wolf - ” His voice cracked, throat bobbing. “Wolf - they didn’t send - there was just me, Merrick and Elias then. Just us. And Wolf - ”

Oh, how vividly he remembered every second after meeting the Wolf. How wrong he had been about every sneer and smirk. What he thought was glee was fear. A shine of superiority to mask the terror. Puppet strings tied too tight around a scarred throat.

“God, Wolf.” Harrison dropped his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table. “I can’t even begin to - I hated him. I hated him so much for so long and now I just…can’t. I, maybe I’m stupid. Maybe I broke - I did. A few times. Too many times. But I can’t - god I should hate him.”

“Why should you hate him?” Thomas’ voice was so small. So much like Elias. Like the small voice Harrison had strangled to death with his own bare hands. Reality crackled in his brain, cold ice cracking in a too-warm drink.

Maybe he still hated Wolf, he just hated himself more.

“I…I don’t know. I did. I thought - thought he was one of them.” It frightened Harrison, how desperately he felt he needed to protect Wolf. Or at least, how Wolf was perceived. No one needed to know what happened down there. No one needed to know what Wolf had done. What Harrison had done. “But he - god, he was just trying to stay alive. How can I hate him for that?”

There was a moment of silence, save for the static of the radio and the snow outside. Thomas opened his mouth to say something only for the bell above the door to ring, Lucy and Merrill dusting snow from their white hair. Lucy glided up to the booth, snagging a fresh pot of hot water from behind the counter.

“Need anythin’ else, hon?”

“No ma’am. Thank you.” Harrison’s voice was tight, breaths shuddering as he fought down the urge to burst into tears. Later, across the border, when they were safe he could afford to lose it. To grieve and rage and scream. But now Thomas was getting a fresh cup of tea from Lucy, and Mer was watching her wife with love in her eyes.

The cigarette smoke that lingered on Lucy’s clothes made Harrison’s stomach turn.

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams

[sarenhale]

Okay maybe is the robotfucker in me speaking, but why the fuck is Pasqal so fucking hunky?? Like he's so BIG? HELLO? like he is THICK

[ninjigma]

Guess who grew up?

There is such a long story behind this one honestly (Sith Obi-Wan AU is that you?) but the long and short is Chrysalis and Petal are out running for their lives soon after Order 66, and you know Dumpy is loyal and helpful to the end in caring for his bipedal family.

Because Dumpy is an absolute unit, an all terrain vehicle, and very much a part of the family now.

Petal would be lying if he said he hadn't grown attached to the slimy creature, despite how angry he gets when Dumpy sits on him to win arguments and gets mud and other disgusting things all over his armor.

It makes Chryssy laugh, which is very much worth it to both Petal and Dumpy (most of the time).

[aquariasmoon]

Tala and Bryan were done so its Spencer’s time now!  I like never draw spencer just because I cant get him to look how I want 😅 I need a lot more practice drawing big guys... so sorry post g-rev spencer looks like hes made of pudding  (º □ º l|l) I think I like the g-rev outfit the best this time, mainly becasue I SUCK at drawing the raising one and the 2000 one is just ...strange XD  But please remember that just $5 a month can help us on our quest to find Spencer a jacket that comes down further than his belly button 😔🙏please support our cause 

Headcanons under cut!

Bey 2000 ▪ 17 ▪TALL has always been taller than everyone his age ▪doesn’t talk much, looks intimidating but is actually a bit shy ▪kindhearted and manages to stay that way despite the abbey's influence. ▪ despite being on the team for a while, he's still scared of Tala despite being a foot taller than him ▪His weird double belt makes me think of one of those weightlifting belts tbh. he had pockets under his weird hip armor(?) keeps snacks there

G-rev ▪19 ▪gets a bit taller and also bigger 💪 ▪The rest of the guys kinda latch onto him after the abbey closes because he is the least mentally traumatized one. also cuz he is ‘the adult™’  ▪ Finds out he's pretty domestic and enjoys normal domestic activities like cooking. Turns out he is also a stress cleaner ▪ Turns into the big brother type for the other guys as they start healing and does his best to help out ....He leaves Tala to Bryan tho lmao 😅 ▪neglects his own mental health in favour of helping support the other three as he sees himself as fine compared to them. He’s not 🥲 ▪ The under-jacket Beyblade holster is actually canon btw!

Post G-rev ▪Spends less time blading but still loves the sport ▪still spends a lot of time working out but mainly weightlifting now💪 does it more because he likes it rather then he feels the need to. ▪ His body type is much more strongman-like (thick arms chest and round tummy) and a bit doughy. He's super strong but nice and soft 🥺💕! perfect for hugs ▪Eats a looottt because he works out but also just loves food and eating and trying out new things to cook. turns into a bit of a foodie, prefers to make everything from scratch. ▪full dad mode. He is the proud father of his three friends ▪With his friends doing better mentally he (slowly) starts to unpack his own trauma with their support. ▪The only member of neoborg to wear pants around his hips and not his waist lmao

you might be like huh you only did 1 set for the other why does spencer get 3? well that's because getting good references for him is really hard so I’m just going to use this instead lol. also I’m sorry but I hate drawing his ear warmer headband thing 6 _ 6; I guess he gets cold ears. it honestly reminds me of those headphone sports earmuffs that you get so I’m just gonna assume they have headphones in lol.  

[niishi]

I love his big fat ass

[crocodile-carousel]

i was watching a 7 hour long review of most of the re games and got. distracted. when it got to 3.

[amorficzna]

This weird lil Luigi has been my favorite find in Japan so far

[vellichorom]

i need you to know that your narrator art has made me more of a man liker than i already was. if i didnt already know i was gay ur narry wouldve sealed the deal i dont know how youve done this

THIS COMMENT IS THE BEST BECAUSE I JUST WAS LOOKING AT THE TAGS OF MY MASS NARRATOR POST & THEY'RE GENUINELY SO GOOD EVERYONE'S JUST GUSHING

i'm SO glad the men enjoyers are thriving, i'm showing this to all my friends ( @tommy-terror ) who said he looked dumpy BUT HONEST TO GOD THIS IS SUPER FLATTERING & I'M BLUSHING JUST THINKING YOU KIND REBLOGGERS LOVE THE LOOK OF THIS MAN SO MUCH.... IT'S BEEN MAKING THIS WEEK SO NICE FOR ME <3

i hope to feed you more Very shortly as the parable fixation kills me dead