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anyways look at this art project from when i was in grade two

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Math is red, science is green, English is blue. End of discussion

math is RED. math is NOT green. literally WHAT are you guys talking about

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content creators reblog this if you don't mind followers making a long streak of reblogging from you!! sometimes, I feel awkward for making a long reblog streak after checking out posts from blogs, STILL I'm sure it'll probably make the blogger happy somebody's reblogging them??? Like coolio, what a fine sense of devotion and support!!!

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Well of course they can. Love is in conversations and in trust, in doing chores without being asked, and in holding each other in silent support for as long as is needed and then some. Love is mental just as much as it is physical 💚

REBLOG IF YOU THINK AN ACE PERSON IS COMPLETELY VALID AND CAN FIND A PERFECTLY HEALTHY AND HAPPY RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT S*X.

Trying to prove a point to hate anon(s?)

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click and drag Cornchip (thats his name) to have some fun and play with him for a bit

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The picrew i’m going to base my new dnd character off of:

Thank you @ummmmandy​ for your amazing picrew! It always helps me visualize characters before I make them

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All I could think about during my AP exam. (if you know, you know)

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I was going to cry I swear the height difference wasn’t meant like that

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My lunch table is an atheist, two exvangelicals, a Norse pagan, and a baptist and the discussions are amazing. The only thing you have to lose is closemindedness. If you are worried that being around people who have different faiths than you will turn you, then perhaps examine why your faith is so fickle. 

My faith wouldn’t be half as strong as it is now if it hadn’t been for my friends of other religions forcing me to examine my beliefs so if you’re afraid of interfaith dialogue you should probably think about why that is

#wwjd #jesus ate with everyone #learn about other religions #its really cool

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This is fantastic

“Baaaats, we got captured….again.”

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I love this soso much

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Bagel don’t fail me

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I can not express how much I love this story

Yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s bride is

uh… Thor?

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@sola-reblog​ I am in love with this prompt (maybe for Ash? Or even Bishop honestly). I might even try it with a role flip

Ooo badly injured villain collapsing in their hero nemesis' arms cause hero has morals so they wouldn't hurt them

(I don’t know if you meant to send this ask twice, but I’m just going to delete the other one if that’s okay.)

I got a little off track with this one, but I hope you still enjoy!

CW//Exhaustion, wounds, threats of gun violence, syringes, sedation

There was something wrong about hunting a cornered animal. An inalienable feeling that the chase was unfair-- that the prey at least deserved a chance.

Not of that mattered now, though. Despite the nervous, uncomfortable feeling that such a thought made settle in their stomach, the adrenaline flooding through Hero was more than enough to mask any unease.

It was hard to imagine that the abandoned train station had ever actually been used. The winding tunnels seemed to have no markings, instead going on forever in any and all directions.

In that moment, Hero felt as though they could run forever. Turn down infinite hallways, dodge as many pillars as it took. Their eyes locked forward, their prey only a few yards ahead. Their nemesis, weakened and ready to be finished off. To be locked away.

It was the last battle of the war, and they were going to win. They were going to be the hero, the savior. What they had always wanted to be.

While Hero’s adrenaline could have fueled them to take the circumference of the Earth in strike, Villain clearly had no such energy.

There was nothing surprising about that. Well, there shouldn’t have been anything surprising about that. After destroying their lair and separating them from the crystal that allotted them their powers, the Heroes had been chasing Villain for weeks, locating their hideouts and flushing them out. As they grew closer, their prey grew more and more desperate. Launching more panicked attacks, resting in more vulnerable positions.

But the Heroes could be patient. It was a war of attrition, and the attrition that Villain had faced was incalculable. This time, they would win. Finally, they would catch their prey, and bring them to justice.

Even Villain’s limping gait couldn’t change that. They were still running, still keeping up speed, but their bad leg betrayed their weakness. Every few steps, they looked about to stumble. The way they were breathing didn’t sound great, either.

“We’re all set up on the third platform. Take that right!” Leader’s orders echoed through Hero’s earpiece. They didn’t need to be told twice. Like a Border Collie herding a stray sheep, they increased their speed, going so far as to shove Villain with their shoulder in the direction they desired. They fought, trying to dodge, but they soon gave in, moving right where Hero wanted.

Hero did their best to convince themself that Villain’s tears were only the result of the dusty environment in the tunnels.

All at once, around them both, the air opened from cramped, narrow halls to one wide open room. Too did the concrete change to tile, only highlighting Villain’s uneven gait with a clickity-clack-click-clack.

Hero skidded to a stop at the mouth of the tunnel, letting Villain think, for a moment, that they had been given mercy as they ran out onto the empty, vast platform.

But there was no mercy to be had today.

Leader’s voice boomed down from above, from the upper floor that overlooked the platform below:

“Villain, we have you surrounded. Stop where you are. We have multiple weapons trained on you, and we will fire if needed. Don’t fuck with us.”

As the threat was spoken, it was given considerable credence when multiple of Hero’s teammates stood, from all around the upper floor, aiming their weapons over the railing.

Villain stopped, seeming almost to freeze.

In that moment, they looked terribly small. Alone, in the middle of an abandoned train platform, dwarfed by everything around them. From every angle, weapon sights were trained on them.

Even though no weapon had been fired yet, their wounds were undeniable.

The makeshift splint on their bad leg was made up of only a sturdy stick and some rope, and though their trousers covered the leg itself, the blood stains that soaked through the fabric showed what was beneath well enough. Across their arms, old and yellowed gauze had been wrapped by unsteady hands, and more bandages were certainly hidden beneath their shirt. Their cheeks were more wound than skin.

When chasing them from their previous hiding places, the Heroes hadn’t been exactly peaceful, per se.

For a moment, the world took a breath. Villain was still, their breathing labored and their stance shifting to favor their good leg.

They only made out three words. Three words that, despite their quiet volume, echoed throughout the whole station.

“Just do it.”

The voice spoken through Hero’s earpiece was quieter, and showed not an ounce of pity.

“I’m going to shoot.” Teammate announced. “Are you ready?”

Hero only nodded.

The only sound that came from the weapon was that of the trigger being pulled back.

Villain closed their eyes, gritting their teeth and balling their fists. Bracing themself for a horrid, unimaginable pain. For their body to be torn apart, their life to be ended by an exploding ball of lead.

Teammate’s aim was perfect. The dart stuck out of Villain’s neck, bright feathers marking where it had landed. The only emotion that showed on their face was surprise.

Hero rushed forwards, until they were only a few inches from Villain, who had already begun to sway. Gently, they held their arms out:

“It’s only a tranq. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Through their tears, Villain nodded. When they finally fell, it was right into Hero’s arms.

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Like this if you’re a touch-starved disaster whose parents are not down with long hugs

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@sola-reblog​ it’s Bishop

Prompt #166

"So, you're telling me"- Leader pinched the bridge of their nose- "that you would rather start an at-home business making glass decorations out of beach sand than to join the greatest league of heroes?"

Hero nodded with a smile. "Yes. I'm having a sale right now. Your partner might like a new vase. And if not, maybe this is your sign to buy them a vase and flowers. Sidekick has a garden in the back of the shop."

Leader shook their head.

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Hey i’m a fashion design student so i have tons and tons of pdfs and docs with basic sewing techniques, pattern how-tos, and resources for fabric and trims. I’ve compiled it all into a shareable folder for anyone who wants to look into sewing and making their own clothing. I’ll be adding to this folder whenever i come across new resources

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16uhmMb8kE4P_vOSycr6XSa9zpmDijZSd?usp=sharing