#queued bby

[lunaetis]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EDEN, MY FAVORITE CHAOTIC SPACE RACCOON !!

[boogs255]

Repost from 2022

I loved this meme

[rodent-king-buunii]

i dont really fuck w Pokemon all that much

like

i know a few things n i tried to get into it a few times before

but

i dont know much of shit

BUT

THERES THIS ONE FUCKIN GUY

NAMED MY CAR AFTER HIM BC I LIKE HIM SO MUCH

IM SO WEAK FOR THIS SILLY MAN

I LOVE HIM

HES SO FUNKY

HE DEF HAS FAKE TATTS CAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TEAM SKULL TO LOOK WEAK BUT ALSO DOESNT WANNA MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A BRAND[branding?]

HE TAKES SUCH GOOD CARE OF HIS UNDERLINGS + POKEMONS

HES "SECRETLY" SO SOF

HE CANT DRESS

THEY HAD TO FUCKIN LABLE HIS CROTCH + KNEES

HES SO--

UGH

[flaming-toads]

I'm a no good rotten liar! I decided to spend more time on the drawing and I'm so glad I did!!!

[ask-valiant-victory]

(@ask-sarah-and-co) sarah @ ??? (feel free to use her pokemon form!)

“Ooh, a puzzle!” She leans over the zoroark, “You must be good at puzzles, this one looks pretty hard.” She glances at the other boxes, “Do you like doing them as a… uh, hobby?”

Valiant stared blankly at Sarah for a long and uncomfortable amount of time, he looked... like he was trying to process what she just asked. It took an even longer amount of time for him to finally happily chirp back up with a reply.

"Perhaps you can inform me of the definition of a 'HOBBY'? But if you are attempting to ask the reason for me doing these puzzles that is quite simple!"

He quickly turned back to his puzzle and promptly began sorting through the pieces, "Arceus doesn't like when I stand around and stare, they informed me that it was very 'creepy' that I stared off for hours. So now I do puzzles." "I have tried many other activities however, I find I often struggle with other tasks. I do not know why, perhaps there is something wrong with me. I find puzzles straightforward and predictable. They don't cause me to hesitate, to stare, maybe one would call it 'frustration' but I cannot feel that. So I would not know." If he could sigh... or possibly feel discontent he would have likely done so, but he only sorted through the pieces with a blank expression on his face. "Sometimes I like to think about what it would be like to be a normal mortal. Maybe then if I was, I could do those things."

"If there's one task I wish I was able to do, perhaps it would be..." He made an odd gesture. "The stick that creates the words and pictures. It seems very fun."

[blooming-periwxnkle]

Happy birthday Suwon ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Hii...it's meee

I haven't made an actual post for quite a while now I think(because of school) and I well I'll be dead for some more time because of exams ;-; so I decided to post the edits I made some time ago(I wanted to draw something so bad tho *sobs*) for his bday because I did not do anything last year...

I won't go back to being regular but I'll continue to rb stuff abt Gaza and Palestine..because that is pretty much the least I can do..

Neways, happy birthday to kusanagi sensei and suwon<333

I hope she has a great year ahead 🍀

[entertainingsimmer]

Sgt. Ezra Spencer {WIP}

[ghostdata]

y’all tired of dick city yet?

[thelonestrider]

[warrmonger]

@cinderella-gurei liked for a starter

"ah-" his voice is almost muffled by armour - sanbreque's loyal hand shifting his visor to speak with the emperor's son "olivier, my boy." he kneels to greet the lad's height, cocks a brow at the shock of seeing him alone.

it's unlike the other to be without his mother or father - had he gone exploring the castle grounds? hopeful to make a name for himself like dion? or perhaps, his dolls had once more led him astray? for heidegger - the right hand of the lord, sylvestre and keen protector of the family - he thinks nothing beside getting the boy back to the inner castle.

"what are you doing out here?" though the black of his armour, sheath of his blade and scar on his face could make heidegger look intimdating - beside the boy, he doesn't. instead, his eyes are warm. "does your mother know you've strayed so far?"

[boogs255]

Repost from 2022

Shout out to the only Shadoka comic I have ever drawn (at this point >>)

[rodent-king-buunii]

Bad bitch from day 1

I love her

[beyondbellebby]

Paul Rudd dancing to September!!

[godstrayed]

❝ when i make threats, you’ll know it. ❞ - frank at peter!

&. memes | always accepting.

He visibly tenses some uncertain of how to take the words. It was sounding a whole lot like a threat to Peter. But truth be told, he didn't want any problems and preferred to leave the fighting to a minimal. He did it because he had to not because he enjoyed it. "No need to make threats." He says after a moment, "I come in peace. No problems here." His eyes flicker up, offering a slight smile. "Sorry if I came off wrong, man. Didn't mean it."

[milehighmechanic]

It takes a long time for Tony to get a response. He's not even sure he's going to get one at all, for a moment he's not even sure this guy can speak english at all. He seems to understand what Tony's saying, but he's not saying anything and he's not really looking at Tony. And that's not a problem as such, Tony's definitely good enough at talking for five people, but it's more that he doesn't know if he SHOULD keep talking or if he should just leave the other guy in peace---

He can talk. Thank god.

It's not fine. Tony's expression twists, more in anger than in sympathy. ( Tony's a rich little white boy, he has no idea what it's like, but he's been here, on this side of it before. His best friend is black, after all. ) Injustice that makes his heart burn. ( Tony Stark wants to change the world. ) "It sucks, that people are shits like that" he says, plainly, clearly not accepting the guy's assertion, and opening his mouth to reject the apology----

Thanks, he says, and Tony shrugs and nods. He doesn't want the thanks, probably doesn't deserve it, he feels like he can already hear his father scolding him for causing a scene. Probably there would have been better, less dangerous ways to help. But Tony did what he could.

What else was he supposed to do, anyway? Walk away?

He thinks that might be it, that that's all he's gonna get from this guy and they're gonna go back to their lives like this never happened, but then he gives Tony his name and Tony's grin cracks through his angry expression, a bright, beaming thing.

"It's nice to meet you, Efren." His hand twitches again in his pocket, another aborted attempt to offer a handshake, and he shakes his head at himself.

"Come on, let me go and buy your stuff again, yeah? I'm sure I owe you that much." 

The toothpaste he’d put into his basket would be nice to have, and so would the little travel sized bottle of pain reliever. But honestly, Efren’s not thinking about either of those, or any of the other items he’d been keen enough to buy to come all the way out of the swamp for. He just wants to go home.

And he doesn’t verbally respond when Tony asks him about them. He just shakes his head a little, rooting himself to the hot, rough sensation of the pavement under his palms.

Under the microscope again, with the sunlight highlighting all his vivid greens and golds for the stranger–and anyone else who might happen to pass by–to see, Efren doesn’t really want to speak. Even if the ability to do so is slowly coming back to him as his tremors begin to fade.

“Yes.” It comes out coarse and clipped, and he keeps his elliptical pupils aimed down at a tenacious little dandelion that’s pushing its way up out of the concrete, blooming in the face of its adversity in a way he doubts he ever will. “Often.”

It’s still better than Blackwell’s. At least no one is earning their wealth on the back of his suffering anymore.

“It’s fine.”

It’s not.

He hazards another glance at the boy squinting against the sun as he looks up at him. Seeing no malice–curiosity definitely, but no intent to harm him–Efren sighs like a much older man. Then pushes himself back up to his feet.

“Sorry for–” He’s not sure why he’s apologizing. He’d done nothing wrong. The kid had jumped in of his own reckless accord; Efren hadn’t asked him or anyone else to butt in. He owes him his gratitude, not an apology. “Thanks, Tony.”

A pause. Deep consideration; deliberation. But ultimately, it makes no difference whether or not he gives Tony his real name, a fake, or none at all. Legally speaking, Efren Piñeda has never existed.

“Efren.”

[boogs255]

Repost from 2021

This was a good meme