"Adam Cole Bay Bay is back
Better than ever
Ready to take on anyone and everyone in AEW
Specifically YOU, MJF...
You my friend, are a deadman." - Adam Cole
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WE ARE SO BACK
more images (2, 1 being my sketch) below as per my other posts
my sole purpose in life is to redraw other peoples work anyways here is the sketch (lay your peepers on a fraction of the panel i referenced)
i let myself overlook the lineweight in the sketch but frankly im so over this so this is what i will present to the public
chuuya chuuya chuuya chuuya i got this card twice i love chuuya hate this stupid fucking game i hate it
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yoo tumblr we didn’t want you to feel left out in the next video! link us to the best recent funny dan and phil tumblr posts you've made/seen that we should react to by tagging DanAndPhilGAMES on twitter or tagging it with #heydanandphil on here
(reposted as links don’t work in asks oops)
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the distortion would never try to take me bc if i was trapped in its corridors i would NOT notice the changes in anything. new halls? nope that’s what they are. new color? i just forgot and noticed again. weird pictures? ooooh cool hands! we would be besties by dawn
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So I had another idea come at me while making lunch (I'm starting to sense a pattern with myself, lmao)
What if when Jazz sends out letters to the colleges she wants to get into, she gets sent rejection letters from every single one... except the local community college. She's absolutely devastated about it. She thought that she did everything she could to be chosen. How could every single one reject her?
Danny, of course, hears about it and asks Tucker to check and see if something happened digitally. Surely, Technus or Vlad or someone messed with something to sabotage her. But when Tucker checks, there's absolutely nothing wrong. She still has her perfect grades and attendance record all set with no marks. Her community service hours are all there. It's only when he looks at the letters themselves that he finds the problem...
After looking online to see what the letters look like, he comes to a puzzling realization... the letters were fake. It's a good fake, but it's not the real thing. The signatures were off, and the writing had been changed.
This is what leads him down the rabbit hole.
He tries to ask about it online to ask others who've also been rejected. Except nobody is answering him.
Sam tries to call the numbers listed on the websites of the colleges... but the person who answers is strangely unknowledgeable about the college they represent.
The only college that seems normal about it was the nearby community college. And that somehow feels the least normal about everything.
It was only when he heard his mom complaining that they never heard from family anymore after they moved to Amity that he figured it out.
Containment. Nothing is leaving Amity. No emails, texts, letters, or posts online. Everything was being blocked.
Of course, this sends him on a mission as to why and how. He spends weeks on it. Sam and Danny actually began to become concerned for him. No, this isn't a pride thing, Sam. And yes, he is taking care of himself, Danny.
Technus is the one who gives him the answer. It was just a passing comment about how he needed to funnel through the GIW in order to infect the world. It didn't make sense to any of them because surely that's the last place you would want to do that. But then it dawned on Tucker. That's who has the power needed to do it! That's where he needed to look!
So he hacks into the GIW and is astonished by what he finds.
The anti ecto acts aren't real. There's no laws even acknowledging ghosts.
There's a file on Phantom, marked as 'candidate for X'.
And all he can find on the containment is a name he's seen described as the creator of the GIW and the main supplier of funds.
Amanda Waller.
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To expand on this thought
Sucking Miguel off while he’s manspreading on the couch. His long fingers in your hair, grasping the back of your head and pulling you down onto him. Drooling and gasping on his dick. Whining when it’s all too much and he grins, letting your head come up for air, watching your eyes flutter as you catch your breath. “Show me you love it, baby…” He husks, adjusting his fingers against your scalp and shuddering when you plant soft suckling kisses to the underside, up to his needy tip. His thumb caressing your cheek as you do it. Clenching his jaw and trying not to burst all over your pretty face. You looking in his dark eyes the whole time. Painting drool on your lips with his dick like lip gloss and kissing all the spots that make him groan and moan. Pushing up on your knees, your elbows on his thighs, sinking your plush lips down him. Hearing him gasp and sigh, his big hands running over your neck and shoulder blades and pushing your hair around to get it out of the way. “Oh you’re such a good girl…” He groans in a breathless whisper, making your pussy ache for him. Holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail and bucking his hips up into your sweet soft mouth. Shaky hands on his thick thighs spread around you, squeezing your nails into his skin whenever he’s pushing too deep or hard. His head thrown back on the couch, looking down to keep watching you, getting harder every time he watches himself slip back into your mouth. Knowing no one else can have you like this. No one else can have what’s his. Your pink plush lips, eagerness to please, and big glossy eyes looking right up at him like you’re begging for something. He sits up more, feeling his release coming, building, his abdomen tensing and thighs threatening to close around you. Growling soft and murmuring whimpers of praise over you. His sweet girl sucking him so well. “Baby.” He’d sigh, one leg hooking around the back of your neck, pulling you closer and keeping you there, your hands wrapped around those thick thighs of his as he spurts in your mouth, on your tongue, down your throat.
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I lov how u draw Sanji i need to play w his bush xoxoxo
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