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spamtons · 1 year
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almostfoulhottub · 3 months
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and whats he gonna do about it
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0xeyedaisy · 2 months
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ohh are you doing requests again... mannequin please :))
Since it's funguary, here's a mushroom covered 'quin
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mea-clara-lux · 1 month
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intotheelliwoods · 1 month
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Won
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midwesternvibes · 2 months
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I feel like if Leo was ever a villan, there's nothing anyone could do to stop him.
Like just look at how he outsmarta everyone around him all the time, if the boy TRULY wanted to become a villan of his own merit (i.e. no one forces him or anything, he's not being mind controlled or coerced) he could do so easily and rise up to Big Mama noriety VERY quickly
Not to mention, his powers (teleportaion and portals) are so ridiculously overpowered that even if it came down to a fight he could win
Everyone always says that it's such a good thing that his brothers are around to keep Donnie from turning evil, but let's be so real, in almost every circumstance where it's Donnie v.s. world, Donnie just does not have the cunning to do it without support
Leo on the other hand could do it and there's very little anyone could do to stop him once he's on a warpath.
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aviomons · 11 months
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hey guys remember double life? yeah it was almost a year ago. the finale was 10 months ago y'all
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transmunsons · 5 months
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Wayne had met Al’s child a couple of times before the kid showed up on his doorstep. The odd Christmas or Easter gathering didn’t give him much of an idea of the kid’s personality since it was still a wee thing.
The young Munson here in front of him stood tall, maybe up to Wayne’s eyebrows, whip-thin and willowy. Big brown eyes stared out at him from a sallow face. The resemblance to Al was uncanny; it would’ve been even more so if not for the kid’s raggedy buzz cut.
She wanted to be called “Eddie”. Sorry, he wanted to be called “Eddie”. Sure, it was something to get used to, but it weren’t the strangest thing Wayne had run into over the years. He’d met some colorful folk during a brief stint in Chicago. He even had a bit of an idea how to help.
He helped Eddie get documents, sorted out school, and—after finding Eddie passed out in the bathroom—started sending letters. He got the contact of an endocrinologist in Indianapolis. Wayne could only afford a consult, gathered information. Enough to place a request with his dealer.
Rick didn’t ask questions. Probably assumed Wayne just wanted some extra virility. Wayne didn’t care what he thought.
200 milligrams every two weeks is what that doctor had said. Eddie’s voice dropped quick as a stone. He worried that he’d start to look just like his dad. Wayne told him he’d look like a Munson and Eddie looked at him real long before saying that might not be so bad.
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sharkysherbetz · 2 months
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can u pls draw tetra eating hamburger?
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fleet-off · 1 month
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Some hospital thoughts, grace of @lu-sn lu bringing up how Vegas’s face would be all bruised up and swollen from Pete’s fist for the first couple weeks in the hospital.
Pete is too often alone with his thoughts, while Vegas is lying comatose in that hospital bed.
He is not numb, for the most part. Numbness would be simpler. Numbness has often offered Pete a certain synthetic solace, discomforts and desires left to slumber.
Now a radiant, sharp-tasting rage burns steady at the back of his throat; need courses helpless through his bruised knuckles. He did not experience this kind of regret, before Vegas. He did not know before Vegas that despair could live in a person instead of dying and leaving its weighty corpse in the chest.
(It eats at him, this despair. If this is the creature that lives in Vegas’s mind, then it is no wonder he’s dying.)
The contact between his fist and Vegas’s face had felt good. Not the pursuit of retribution--that pursuit has always been a fruitless one. But the punches themselves, the familiar physical outlet laying bare all his fury and desperation and being met with acceptance--Pete regrets how gut-churningly good that part was. He regrets the swollen mess he made, deeper than any mark Vegas’s father laid in his skin.
He cannot bring himself to regret the way Vegas looked up at him when he did it.
It is easiest when he kneels at Vegas’s bedside and dares to grasp Vegas’s wrist--positioning awkward around all the tubes and wires and tape. In those moments, Pete’s hand is a cuff tethering Vegas to this life. Here is the one who owns him. And Pete presses his forehead to Vegas’s limp hand, and knows that he can exist no other way.
It is hardest afterwards, when the ramifications of being owned curdle in his empty stomach. Sometimes he is nauseous with his own choices. Sometimes he stares at the monstrous purples and greens and yellows beaten into Vegas’s face and he loathes both Vegas and himself, loathes his own violent insistence on their living, loathes the violence Vegas worked in him and the voice that met that violence with I love you.
Loving might be miserable. It might be a pattern of bruises that never fades, old wounds hewn ever deeper in the skin. If they let it be, Pete thinks that loving will become a tender tumble backwards into the familiar embrace of abuse.
Perhaps--maybe even likely--that is the life Vegas will give him, and they will both be as their fathers were.
As long as he lives, Pete thinks.
(And if not, let them both be hungry ghosts.)
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unexpectancy · 1 year
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mea-trinitas-profana · 7 months
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everytime a popular youtuber i dont like makes a video about a game ive been obsessed with for years and gets things wrong and it becomes accepted fanon for a new wave of fans i feel like christ being nailed to the cross
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umbrify · 7 months
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Uhh, Jimmy 👍
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dieselpvnk · 1 month
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check out my tierlist
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parentsday · 8 days
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camp camp is about david thinking he is being utmost open and candid about his emotions while he is actually very unforthcoming in that regard and has no understanding of his own want to heal as a result of that emotional distantance put against the fatalist mindset of max who prides himself on his emotional unavailability that is factually not true and his most painfully human yearn to heal that he cannot allow himself due to that exact self perceived inaccessibility. and how those victim ideologies clashing together and mix and matching in the process of them both contemplating their own and each others individual enormity of trauma has fundamentally changed them both as people. literally thats it for me. whatever
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imagine we actually get that damn fourth prime season and it's just eight 22min episodes of silver wondering what the fuck is going on with the timeline
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