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(Especially of the Hanna-Barbera sort. I assume you know the routing.)
#hanna barbera#meme headcannon#coffee#sitting on a bench#who could you imagine in this setting?#who could you picture having coffee with?#hannabarberaforever
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you think YOU had a bad day at work?
bonus: sid shrieking "no!!!! NO!!!!!" loud enough to be heard in the stands and on camera
#this is now my FAVOURITE game i've watched in real life knocking the game misconduct one off the number one rank#he was so annoyed the entire game and so annoying about it :')#he kept shrieking away on the bench and i couldn't hear a word from where i was seated#but you could just hear this constant yipping away dhfsgfkjshgfsjf PLEASE it was so funny your 36-year-old babygirl was BARKING#drew kept sitting there like... is mom okay... i don't think mom's okay...#also extremely good for me (since he wasn't really hurt) was the whumpfest of it all oh my god what ancient gods did he anger.........#geno kept Hovering in concern#po kept giving him little shoulder pats the way a sweet brave babyboy would try his best to soothe a rabid little dog#ek of course kept trying to slide right inside him and also kept skating up to him and STARING him in the face in concern/lust/both#also guys this is my first time in canada ever!!!!!!!! i'm excited#anyway. very good game for me sorry for this post but you know i love a#long post#sidney crosby#evgeni malkin#pittsburgh penguins#also!!! to all who celebrate#ramadan kareem/eid mubarak#<333 staying with a friend here through the eid celebration and they've been cooking and everything smells so good
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Little bit of nature
SCANDALIZE: Penelope top and shorts
FAGA - Yaina Hairstyle - exclusive gift
ADD :
Becca Boots - RedDark
Dana Boots Harness - Grey
Other:
PM - short coat - past gift
#little girl#scandalize#sexy outfit#winter landscape#sitting on a bench#Add store#overknee boots#shorts cut off#short fur coat#sheer top#buns haircut
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#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#sylvain jose gautier#dimivain#fe3h#blue lions#might as well post the backlog of brainrot#also I realized they sit on chairs not a bench after I finished painting. extremely common egretful L#my art
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I made this silly little art, and then like a being possessed, wrote 1200 words of pure unadulterated hogwash to go with it (ficlet below the cut)
Duck Duck Goose
Rating: Teen and up
"Shouldn't be feeding them bread." Crowley said, trying and failing to ward off an irate goose with the pointed toe of his boot. "It’s brioche." Aziraphale chided, as if that explained anything. A nattering crowd of ducks was forming at his feet like eager disciples. Crowley didn't ask where he'd gotten the brioche. He'd stuck his chilly hands into Aziraphale's pockets enough times now to know the list of things the angel kept on his person at any given moment was - well, impressive was one word for it. In the way a magpie's hoard of oddities was impressive. A brioche was quite pedestrian, really. "Brioche then.” The goose had moved on to striking repeatedly for his ankles, more pit viper than waterfowl. “Shouldn’t. Feed them. Brioche,” he gritted between defensive maneuvers. He never had gotten the hang of sword fighting. If Aziraphale heard, he pretended not to, ripping off hunks of bread at least double the esophagus diameter of the average mallard duck. One at a time, he tossed them lazily into the fray. The ducks erupted into chattering, nipping each other’s feathers. A shark frenzy had more natural order to it.
The goose took no interest, bloodlust overriding any desire for fine French baked goods. If anything, it doubled its effort to latch onto Crowley’s shin. Had geese always had teeth?
Aziraphale beamed at the chaos, halogen bright. Humming with self satisfaction, he brushed his hands of crumbs, and settled back against the bench. Crowley diverted a sliver of bodily coordination to snake one arm behind him, weaseling into the warm gap left by the angel’s impeccable posture.
This was a thing they did now, apparently. Not watching ducks squabble over bread – that part was old hat. But Aziraphale tucking himself neatly against Crowley's side? For all the world to see. Like he was one of Crowley's wings simply stowing away. Frankly, that hat still had the tag on it. Still had that new hat smell.
This was rapidly becoming their new normal. Embroidery on the familiar weave of their time together. They still did all the things they always had. They still went to the Ritz, where the waiter still assumed Aziraphale was paying for the bill. Crowley still pulled out the angel’s seat like a proper gentledemon.
None of that had changed.
Just now they also held hands on the table between courses, and Aziraphale fed Crowley bites of dessert straight from his spoon. Sometimes they even did exciting things with their feet under the table.
Aziraphale called it canoodling. Crowley was pretty sure that was a fussy type of dog. The kind that wore bows on its head and left the groomer looking like an ornamental hedge.
Whatever it was, it was nice. More than nice.
Take today for example. The clouds were parting, birds singing – the whole production; the sun sparkled just so, really putting the ol’ razzle dazzle on it all.
There went Aziraphale, tipping his head back against Crowley’s shoulder, eyes closing. Lashes sun-gilt and fanning on his rosy cheeks. Straight out of a renaissance painting. A nice, expensive renaissance painting, on with real lapis lazuli pigment for the eyes. The angel really knew when to lay it on thick.
“Oh, that’s quite nice, isn’t it.” Aziraphale sighed, basking in the warmth.
See, nice? It was nice. Five hundred years of coming here, and this moment was the most nice it had ever been. Crowley remembered when this place was a marshy field full of roving geese and snuffling pigs. When the trees that made this nice bench were just scrawny little saplings, runty and wind bitten. Had the bench gotten smaller? It used to feel immense, and not in the luxury Cadillac sense of the word. Used to fit Heaven and Hell between them with room to spare. Back when nice was a four letter –
The goose sunk it’s – definitely toothed – beak into Crowley’s shin, just above the boot.
Satisfied with its grip, it started to flail, giving the impression Crowley was a chewtoy it meant to thrash to death. The small part of Crowley’s brain reserved for humility was starting to believe it would succeed.
"Dinner? How would you feel about a nice, tasty Christmas goose?” Grunted Crowley, shaking his leg and raising his free hand, demonic miracle at the ready. He had just the goose in mind. “With all the trimmings. Could even do some plum sauce on the side if you like,"
Aziraphale frowned, eyes still closed. “…it’s October.”
“That a no, then? Don’t want to get a head start on the festivities?”
Aziraphale looked up just as Crowley managed to dislodge the fowl beast and punt it away like a feathery football. It came right back, tongue stuck out like a rude child and wheezing angrily.
He tsked, mouth thinning. “You’re terrible. Leave the poor thing alone.”
Crowley sputtered. “Wha – ha – me?! I’m not the one biting a boot like a lunatic!” Would that work? Biting it? Maybe the goose would bugger off if Crowley bit it back. Should he bite it back? He should probably bite it, shouldn’t he. Oh, Satan, he was going to get feathers stuck in his teeth.
The infernal creature hissed, undoubtedly reading his mind. Crowley hissed back, tongue forking menacingly if only for the sake of his own ego.
Aziraphale was staring at him and smiling. Well, smirking. Fondly. The corners of his mouth pinching his cheeks, eyes crinkling under a raised eyebrow. He even had a dimple forming on his chin. Ridiculous. Something in the inner workings of Crowley’s chest did its best impression of a snare drum.
“Shall we, my dear?” Said the Very Ridiculous Angel, stirring from Crowley’s side. He stood and straightened his jumper until there were no more wrinkles. Seeing Crowley still engaged in boot-to-beak combat with the feathery fiend, he added tartly: “Before someone gets killed.”
Crowley grumbled something about demonic wrath and taking bets, but slunk to his feet. He flicked his glasses down and shot a final, venomous glare at the goose before sidling up to Aziraphale and offering his arm.
Aziraphale took it, wedging warm hands into the crook of Crowley’s elbow. He made it look habitual, easy as. Just the natural thing to do. Right as rain.
He was faster than Crowley, at this part. At the settling in. He’d taken to it all like geese to psychological warfare.
“You mentioned dinner?” Said Aziraphale brightly, ducks parting obediently at their feet.
“Your turn to pick.” Crowley’s skin was sizzling, water on a hot frying pan.
Aziraphale was quiet for a moment, face thoughtful. He took dinner plans very seriously.
“How about Peking duck? From that lovely place just around the corner, the one with the comfortable chairs.”
Crowley gave him a sharp look, nearly spraining an eyebrow in the process.
The angel was looking resolutely ahead, expression perfectly blank save for the way his mouth twitched at the corners.
I love you, blurted Crowley’s brain.
“Every restaurant has comfortable chairs,” blurted his mouth. It was a fact. Every restaurant did have comfortable chairs. Or else. So far Crowley hadn’t met a chair that cared to find out about the or else – chairs not being very curious by nature.
Crowley would say all the other things later, of course. All the sappy, corny, sweet-nothing things. When they were home. When he could wash the burn down with something whispered and sinfully filthy. Something that would make Aziraphale turn pinker than a summer peach.
Aziraphale was watching him, gaze unspeakably soft. “I know, my dear,” he said.
“I know.”
#I hope you can tell this was made with a truly disgusting amount of love#a cowboy lesbian and his grandpa-core soulmate sit on a bench#if geese have no haters I am dead#good omens#good omens fanart#good omens fanfiction#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#good omens art#ineffable husbands#aziraphale x crowley
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top teenage girls of all time
(Original panel from Batgirl (2000) #27)
#i saw this tiny little panel and had to look again because for the first time i saw that they weren't actually sitting on a bench together#as i had assumed at a glance#they pulled chairs together. to sit right next to each other.#which is so unfathomably cute of them.#they just wanna hang out!#besties <3#stephanie brown#spoiler#cassandra cain#batgirl#dc#sketchies#batfamily#panel redraw
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man spends day off his sport watching another sport
#thanks @suiheisen for the goods 🙏#he’s never beating the toddler allegations:#needs naps#temper tantrums on bench#sitting with his lil leggies up at a ball game with his childhood friend#sidney crosby#pittsburgh penguins#pittsburgh pirates
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bench time,,,
they finally get to sit on the bench!! 🥳
#fanart#my art!#disco elysium#harry du bois#harrier du bois#kim kitsuragi#harrykim#kimharry#idk which order the shipname is#both will do#i wish we could sit on the bench with Kim#sighhhh
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anxiety hangover
#anyone hungry or is it just earth#i present to you million different shades of yellow#p1 mostly pre that whole shebang but already miserable#i really love that pencil sketch of his face looking real smug#drew these traditional pieces sitting on a bench outside#and everything else is from 3 am sessions of course#p1#postal 1997#postal#postal dude#kmp art
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I was in downtown Toronto the other day and found this park with benches painted in the Trans flag so...
Here's the original image if anyone else wishes to draw their OC or favourite character on the Trans bench🏳️⚧️
#gravity falls#stanford pines#ford pines#grunke ford#trans rights#The trans bench of Toronto#gravity falls fandom#drawing challenge#draw your ocs#This whole place was so cool honestly#Downtown Toronto#Toronto#Trans#I mean lets be real Ford would sit on the Trans bench
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#cuties#I can't get over the bench being so big and empty but them still sitting this close to each other lmao#rykter nrk#rykter#matherik#mathias x erik#benjamin ebbesen#teo tomczuk#erik#mathias
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nyi@njd | 22.09.24
#jesper bratt#nico hischier#devils#scooting over on the bench to sit next to your buddy#hand on his thigh for comfort <3#t pointed this out to me because i had head hurty everyone say thank you t <3#.gif#bench cam
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Can you describe your character in two words?
✨deliciously ✨evil✨
#ewan mitchell#aemond targaryen#what a nice bench to sit#hotd#house of the dragon#welighttheway#barbieaemondgifs#ewanmitchelledit#targeryensource
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Benches
In most of the bench scenes, these two are on the far apart, sitting at the edges of the bench.
That’s why I adore this scene:
Crowley is almost to the edge, but Aziraphale’s invading Crowley’s personal space for once. Sooooo sweet ❤️
#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#i love these two sitting on benches#actually i just love these two#my almost 30 year relationship with A + C continues#omg why is aziraphale so damn adorable#why do i care so much about fictional characters
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via earwolf (jacob anderson on TV, I Say w/ Ashley Ray) and Den of Geek SDCC interview
Jacob talked about him and Sam going to universal studios and spending 40 minutes in a sticker shop + the IWTV cast spilling the beans about Jam dates and Sam mentioning sticker play (whatever that means 🙃)
Sam: "It's a team effort" Rolin: "JACOB AND SAM GO BOWLING TOGETHER" Sam: "And ice cream and sticker play… Interviewer: Care to elaborate? 🤨 Sam: Make it up" 💀
#jam reiderson#jacob anderson#sam reid#assad zaman#delainey hayles#rolin jones#interview with the vampire#not the interviewer saying she also likes stickers and jacob going “anyways SAM AND I”#they are soulmates/kindred spirits#Dinner every night in the same restaurant; bowling; eating ice cream a lot; sticker play; long walks; sitting in park benches…Jam pleaseeee#i cant with sam making the chemistry question about the entire cast and crew in a super generic way just for rolin to bring it back to what#i think Sam wanted to say “sticker shopping” but the fact he didnt even bother correcting himself makes me think there must be some truth o#like where are they sticking the stickers?! i cant even. my mind goes to all the worst possible scenarios 🔞#what do you mean sir?#Either Sam is condoning/encouraging jam fanfic or he underestimates the imagination and kinkiness of this fandom 😂#Sam this is not how you stop the allegations
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