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fuckitupconnie · 7 months
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painsandconfusion · 20 days
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You know that tiktok thing where people wrap spaghetti in a kitchen towel and bend it across the countertop and s l i d e it so the spaghetti snaps into a million little pieces?
That but with tiny whumpee.
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glass-noodle · 7 months
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I must know what they do to Connor to make him depressed afterwards :(
You will pay for making me cry so much everytime I reread your comics
The answer is probably what DIDN’T they do 😅 Connor’s the first known merman in captivity and Kamski and Co. aren’t held back by scientific or medical ethics. You can fill in the blanks :’)
I will say that Kamski’s favourite experiments are those involving Connor’s rapid healing abilities. He’s had more than a few incisions/excisions, some of which have been less…anesthetized. Just to measure stress response and its relation to healing rate, of course.
He hides his spiraling as best he can, but he’s been cracked open and violated so many times, in so many ways, that on his bad days he often feels like nothing more than an empty shell. That he has nothing left to offer; to himself, to his family, to Hank.
He hates Kamski, but he did this to himself, after all. If only he had been faster, stronger…more resilient.
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ladyofthenoodle · 1 year
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why are the bah humbug workaholic ladies in christmas movies always like. in offices wearing suits with designer luggage. the real overworked single ladies are city elementary school teachers who spent their friday night lesson planning and forget to change out of the reindeer themed pajamas they wore to work and have 5+ year old luggage with a zipper that sticks that they can’t afford to replace. let’s give THESE ladies a small town hunk to show them the meaning of christmas. and buy them a stiff drink.
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akiira-a · 1 year
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Mi buen amor
(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)
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cutemeat · 4 months
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Soup!
which is ur fav ? :3
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I hate it!
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miserye · 5 days
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somehow my roommate managed to fuck spaghetti up??
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ezrathekoolkid · 2 months
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heres something before i go to prison (school) 🔥🔥🔥
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pk-anxietychild · 10 months
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I'm pretty sure my AU sounds and looks so chaotic to people who don't know it
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captain-lessship · 10 months
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Oh Mother Green Pt. 1
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“Alright, what the fuck have you ordered now?” You shouted as you looked the crate into the living room.
Murdoc rose up off the sofa, nervously laughing, “About that… that would be our guitarist.”
You looked at him, “Murdoc. Human trafficking is a crime!” You began to panic. “Get the prybar, 2D!”
The lanky singer walked to the closet, you knocked on the crate, “Hello? Is someone in there?”
A knock came back. “It’s okay, we’ll get you out of there.”
2D came back with the prybar and handed it to you, “Here, do you think she’s okay in there?”
You wedged the hooked in under the wooden lid, “She better be or you are going to have to explain it to the police.” You said, looking at Murdoc.
After a few attempts, you broke the lid off, revealing a surprisingly calm little girl. You locked eyes with her and instantly there was a feeling of protectiveness.
Ever since that meeting in the FedEx crate, you loved Noodle more than you ever thought you were capable of loving anyone or anything else.
You smiled as you were cooking up a small breakfast when a pair of arms came around your legs. It was Noodle.
“Morning,” you said, attention going back to the pancake you prepared to flip.
The little girl went to go sit at the table, waiting on you. You saw her out of the corner of your eye playing with the fork and butter knife. Yet again, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, this time further up on you.
“Morning, Murdoc.” You said, feeling his head rest on your shoulder.
“Whatcha cooking?”
“Pancakes and I am thinking about attempting a cat shaped one for a little someone.” You said loud enough for her to hear, drawing a smile from her.
Murdoc tilted his head to press a kiss to your cheek, “What’s got you in a lovey mood?” You giggled.
“It’s just me, you… and the kid.” He said.
“Oh so you’re embarrassed of me around the boys.” You tsk-ed at him.
Murdoc rolled his eyes playfully, “Always trying to pick a fight.” He removed his arms and walked to the table where Noodle sat. You glanced at the scene before you: Murdoc and Noodle simply talking, even though Noodle was talking a entirely different language, he seemed to understand to an extent.
You smiled at the sight. Murdoc was rough a little deep than the edges but deeper down than most would care to look was a good man, a caring one, one that wanted more than life would give him. That was why he tried so hard to be this over the top rockstar and he was successful with it.
You couldn’t help but think back to the younger days of your relationship, when your mom warned you about boys like him and your dad was tempted to drown him in the bathtub.
You remembered when you ran off with him, with only a back pack, purse and your last paycheck from your cashier job; Oh, how your mom cried and your dad yelled as you rode away on the back of his motorcycle, not caring how fast and how far he was going to go. Being nineteen, young and free was how you saw him still.
Since that day, you enjoyed being the missus. You helped plan out shows, you made the real estate deal for Kong Studio and you took care of them all.
You flipped the last pancake onto a plate, “Who wants the first one?”
It had been years since then. Still, you smiled as you thought about it all, fond memories hung in your head like forgotten Christmas lights.
Noodle’s Sweet Sixteenth Birthday, 2D getting his Law Degree, Russel publishing a cookbook and Murdoc and you getting married, lasting a few years then getting ‘divorced’ after it was brought to light that he forged the marriage certificate.
You and Murdoc had, like many rockstar young love havers, fell apart but Noodle still called you ‘Mama’ which was the highest honor you could have ever been given.
You were sitting on the porch, gently humming as you painted when you heard someone call your name.
“Mama!” You looked up and saw your sweetheart, “I got you something!”
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” You said, standing up and walking to open the walk way gate for her. As soon as she closes it behind her, you put your arms around her. You kissed her cheek as you both walked up the path, “You must be tired, sit here. I made lemonade!” You said, cheerily.
“I need to talk to you.”
You stopped and looked at her, “About what, sweetie?”
Noodle looked at you, “Murdoc started a cult.”
“What for?”
“Seducing a demon.”
You laughed lightly, “Of course it was, poor bastard could never pick up girls, I had to go to him.” You then rolled your eyes, “Execpt the Paula Cracker incident, could’ve killed him right then and there
“Mama, I think he misses you.”
You went silent. A life full of peace, quiet and no obligations is what you were living now.
You had your daughter, a few friends that came over and talked about books, gossip and recipes with, a side hustle of making paintings and doing portraits of people. But oh god, did you miss him.
“What makes you think that?” You asked her. You looked at her long and hard, mind drifting back to the little girl who was scared of the dark and wanted orange juice with every meal.
The teenager who crashed your car into a light post and told you to get out of her room.
The young lady who shone brightly with the influence of your kindness and Murdoc’s ambition, who was looking at you; thirty years of love, pride and purest joy staring at you.
“He seems so lonely and he still has a picture of you in his wallet. Multiple actually, which, quick question, did you really look like that in the 80s?”
You chuckled, “Why yes, my hair was that big, bleached and frizzled. A real Janet Gardener type but if you thought mine were bad, god, you should’ve seen Murdoc, a Kip Winger reject.”
Noodle noticed how you lit up talking about your youth and how you and he used to be. She knew you missed him too.
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lunityviruz · 6 months
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Bitch I'm so fucking hungry I could eat some lima beans rn 😭
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asterionscat · 1 year
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I noticed how similar 2D 's and Noodle's designs are in phase 3.
they both present some kind of stripes
have palettes that tend on dark colours
Have mostly red accents in their clothing
And also green accessories
Their haircuts are also similar
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noodleblade · 5 months
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not noodle blade dropping some sad af fic and then acting like they didn’t just rip my heart out of my chest
Haha oops. I take it that means you enjoyed the fic, had a lovely experience, will be coming back?:3
Hope your heart returns to its chest btw!!💖
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torgawl · 1 year
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was angry but ate a little treat. now i'm still angry but my belly is full and i am amazed by culinary wonders <3
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snobgoblin · 2 years
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i think with all they've been thru the Gorillaz should definitely have more scars
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lyric-central · 8 months
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The New Road- Vanilla Gorilla
a fathers prayer for peace for his daughter, encouragement for a suffering soul, and a warning to a troubled man.
So come on jump in my commotion
You come with me, let’s sit by the ocean
We could watch the days go by, days go by
As we live in a paradise, yeah oooh
Oo oh oh, you gotta keep an open mind
Oh you know that, everything’s gonna be alright
Oo oh oh, pay attention to the signs
Hope you know that, you control your mind
Yeahh
Don’t feel alone, discover things that you thought you’d never know
‘Cause when your time is torn, I hope you’re satisfied, son
You gotta focus on what makes you feel so good inside
Piece together your soul, the precious stones that you hold
Let the negativity dissolve, and the positive on mind evolve
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lyric dissection below
v1: Russ reminds Noodle of the innate beauty of the ocean, and that it’s a paradise to enjoy despite everything it reminds her of. he will sit beside her and watch the ocean until she can find peace in its depths.
v2: Russel assures both 2D and Noodle that this time on the pink shore will end. He pleads with 2D to stay strong, physically and mentally. This is a chance to discover new things about each other. whenever Murdoc comes down from this manic episode, Russel expects him to be satisfied.
v3: Russel encourages 2D and Noodle to persist in what brings them joy, such as singing or dancing. Their souls and spirits are precious stones to be cherished that Murdoc will never crush. They have to release their hatred and embrace positivity and peace.
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