#fitness ball

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Them 🥹

Bonus lock screen:

#dbz #dragon ball z #gohan #son gohan #piccolo #sketch #db #dragon ball #dbs #dragon ball super #dbssh #dragon ball super super hero #gohan beast #I AM SO PROUD OF THIS HNNGGHHH #also i don't know much about lock screen dimensions so sorry if it doesn't fit your phone lol

[lolobizarreadventuresshatpost]

Jiji's revenge

#jjba #i remembered i had that and it was fitting so well with yesterday's oc #yea i make the same joke over and over again but anyone that got a problem with that can be goblin #goblin on these balls! #jojo meme #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #jean pierre polnareff #lolo edit #it's araki's art

[arty-cakes]

most awful thing about this randomizer is that almost every enemy is hornet and because she is a boss fight she has no idle behavior. the minute i enter a room every single hornet a mile away senses my presence and is doing her very best to kill me instantly throwing her needles through the walls like 'DIE DIE DIE'

#'STUPID FAKE KNIGHT IM FUKCING BALLING' shes also not that big and can fit through crevices i want to cry. i cant even try to hide from her. #she knows....she always knows... #randomizer

[bookshelfdreams]

fr if "this is no longer the queer joy show" for you, idk what to tell you. maybe next time try engaging with the actual story instead of the version of it you made up in your head

#if you hate ofmd now you never deserved it anyway #like if this blindsided you. if you do not see how it fits in with the whole narrative. #thats kind of on you #it makes perfect sense and its a beautiful conclusion to the arc of this season #and honestly pulling it off took some balls knowing how incredibly normal this fandom is about this character #ofmd s2 spoilers #oh whatever. fuck it. #our flag means death #thoughts

[solilakoi]

Yeah, you could say I’m pretty amped about this design lmao- (gets sniped)

#solilakoi draws #my art #monster high #frankie stein #frankie stein fanart #monster high g3 #amped up frankie #Ngl tho I had hoped this outfit being music themed #and ALSO their monster ball fit #meant they’d perform a power ballad at the dance dedicated to Cleo #that’s what it is in my head #clankie in the tags

[koutone]

I think they'd get along ... maybe

#marik ishtar #malik ishtar #trunks #future trunks #dragon ball z #yugioh #yugioh duel monsters #my art #i just love drawing marik in trunks's fit ok #i think theyd rock each other's styles

[fabfitfatale]

#fabfitfatale #gymbabes #fitness #girls abs #gym girls #fit #fit girls #gym body #exercise ball #gym ball #f*ckyeah #fuckyeah

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Brucie: [twirling his bangs and holding a pint glass of beer between his fingers from the base like a wine glass] ha ha, wait, no stop, you are soooo funny! Omg, thank you all so much for inviting me this time! So... okay, wait, explain the rules to me one more time?

Bruce, aside: Jim, you do realize, I'm about to brutally and viciously murder the entire GCPD bowling team, an utterly complete floor-wiping the likes of which their reputation will never recover from?

Gordon: You kidding? This betting pool is about to pay my rent for the next three years.

#you know this bitch shows up in an obnoxiously expensive brand name tailored bowling shirt #custom fit bowling ball and bag an everything #the only thing he doesnt bring are bowling shoes #just to play up the 'OMG no WAY. what to you mean i cant play in my louis vuittons? what was th... i have to RENT them?!?! how... quaint.' #brucie wayne #bruce wayne #batman #jim gordon #commissioner gordon

[dailycupofcreativitea]

The official backstory of all of my Gohan and Cell comics be like (yes this is a Hazbin Hotel quote)

#cell be like 'I wanna watch you idiots fail over and over again' #or something idk i just thought this quote fit him XD #sketch #dbz #dragon ball z #gohan #son gohan #cell #perfect cell #db #dragon ball

[amethysttribble]

Father had personally asked Feanor to stand for this portrait, so he was. Father had quietly suggested that perhaps this could be a painless exercise, which did not actually mean ‘painless’ but rather ‘silent’ for Feanor, but he agreed. Father told him this painting did not symbolize anything but his own desire to have a record of all his available loved ones around him, and Feanor was trying to see it that way- for the sake of his own sanity.

Because his stomach was roiling, and there was a heaviness in his chest, a great emptiness which his heart was pounding against, echoing, echoing, echoing.

Father had one hand on Feanor’s shoulder and the other was upon Indis’s. She was sat in front of them, smiling beautifully, little golden-haired Arafinwe in her lap. Around them, her three dark-haired children were gathered. Findis on Father’s other side, Nolofinwe with her, and Lalwen in front of Feanor.

To the unaware eye, Feanor knew, they must all look like they matched. Like they went together correctly. Like a family.

When the portrait was complete and those dark haired children were gathered around the mother and father, who would guess that one child was out of place? Who might glance at all that paint representing their faces and think anything but-

You could almost be her son, Feanor thought, and then his mind replied, But you’re not.

He was so still and he dared not move, because if he did, he’d never get back in place. If Feanor flinched once, the sharp, jagged pieces of him that never fit right in this puzzle would scratch one of them. They’d be annoyed and that would be it: he’d combust in anger, he’d shatter across the floor, snapping and snarling at everyone unnecessarily until he ruined their perfect little scene. Father said this might be a painless exercise. No, no; this was to be a silent, still exercise.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

How good a painter was this person Father hired? How varied his faces? Would he capture that Feanor’s nose resembled that of none of the people here? Could he represent that his frame was already different from his father and little half-brother’s?

Would he lie and throw a pleased smile on Feanor’s face? Not even Father had asked him to smile.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

Feanor’s presence made them fit together so symmetrically, maybe that was pleasing enough to hide the wrongness of this scene. Maybe that’s why Father made him come here today, the pretty scene. Why he asked him to suffer, even as the longer he stood here, the more and more Feanor felt like he was about to be sick all over the floor.

A ghost, a ghost, there was a ghost looming over their shoulders ruining this perfectly symmetrical scene. Couldn’t they feel her breathing down their necks, icy chill against sweat? Didn’t their perfectly posed heads feel her long, clever fingers wrapped lovingly around their necks?

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

Feanor’s gaze slipped down to the back of Indis’s head. Her beautiful golden hair. She didn’t wear a crown, this was a family portrait, and that felt worse. So much worse.

If he let his eyes unfocus and his mind wander, he could try to lie to himself that her hair was much lighter and the faces of the children around them more closely resembled his own. The woman in front of him loved him, and she fussed over his hair before they sat for this portrait, and he’d let her do it.

The worst part was Feanor did know that Indis would help him with the ties of his robes, if only he let her.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

She’s not, she’s not, she’s not. It was a simple statement of fact. It was scandal enough that the father replaced the wife, when one at least chose a wife, but what freak replaced his own mother?

What would the people who saw this portrait think? Would they see Finwe’s happy family or would they see Feanor’s blaring, uncomfortable intrusion upon what gods and men declared to be a better order of things? Father wanted him to belong here, but he didn’t.

He just didn’t.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

A painless exercise. Painless, painless, painless, for them. Silent, still Feanor, a happy accessory to the triumphant union of Finwe and Indis, a grateful stray dog permitted to drink from the bowls provided by Indis’s family.

This exercise was just meant to capture the image of all Finwe loved, nothing more. Don’t think too hard about it, Feanor. You might make the children unhappy.

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

You should pretend you are, though. That’ll make them like you.

Because they did so disdain him, most of the time. They disliked how he glared at their mother and started fights at family dinners and ignored them in the hallways. Why shouldn’t they? Feanor would hate a person who did those things to his family, too.

He just couldn’t stop, though. He wanted to, sometimes, when the exhaustion and loneliness caught up, and then he remembered that he wasn’t Indis’s son and never would be, and remembering that made him angry. Wouldn’t it just be so damn convenient for them all if he was almost her son?

But he wasn’t.

He was Miriel’s son. That was her name. He had no portrait with her. He loved her.

He loved Miriel, but it was Indis he posed with and-

When the session was done, Feanor jerked away from his father and shoved his way past Lalwen. As he went, Indis looked up at him, caught his eye, and he couldn’t help the sneer that crossed his face.

He hoped that was painless enough for her.

When he returned to his chamber, he went to the wash room and heaved in the pot there. The gagging and retching made wetness prick his eyes, and the sudden tightness of throat made him choke all the harder. The sickness and heaving stayed long past when there was anything in his stomach to lose.

No one came. Feanor hoped maybe Father would, but really, why would he? Feanor had been mostly good, just a little rudeness wasn’t worth either reprimand or comfort.

No, they were together. Maybe admiring their portrait, happy and pleased, or complaining about his behavior again. Really, why couldnt that Curufinwe just accept nice things?

I need to get out of here, Feanor thought, face and body wet with both sweat and tears. I need to leave this place.

He was a good son, and he could do anything else his father wanted but betray his mother any more.

Feanor couldn’t pose as Indis’s son even a second longer. He would destroy himself, if he had to think one more time-

You could almost be her son. But you’re not.

#I understand what it’s like to be surrounded by people all telling you that you belong and it’s okay and just /be nice/ #just play ball and settle and you can everything in the world #but you know you don’t belong #and you never will #and pretending is killing you #you won’t you can’t and you’re just so fucking sick of them pretending you can fit if you’re just /nice enough/ #because they’re lying to you and themselves #just don’t be angry?? omg why are you angry? stop being angry and enjoy what we say you should want teehee #anyway I love feanor and don’t think he should have just gotten over his mothers death #tolkien #the silmarillion #feanor #tribble post #fanfic

[rykundsz-art]

Yes.

#myart #dragon ball fanart #doodles #gogeta #android 21 #he rocks the fit #dragon ball #fighterz #ss4 gogeta #4goge

[frenchfry99]

🎳 cw for spooky behavior?? just a bit??

Faces people know more than names The hair is there and all the brains Your head would mean so much to me.. Your head would mean so much to me!

Muhehehehdhghh silly mans,,,killer!Robbie real?? let's say his brainworm was a juggalo

..what happened to hi hello how are you :|

and mob Robbie doodles because he's just that silly I could not leave him out!

Btw his favorite pony is Pinkie Pie,he told me himself!!

(I wonder which would actually be his favorite though)

Crazed beetle & Dr Stone face belong to : @clownsuu

>:^]

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home puppet show #robbie robs #mob Robbie #welcome home mob au #mob au #I know icp is mob Robbie's thing but #It fits this version so much lmao #song referenced is “bowling balls” heheh it's been stuck in my head for too long (pun (un)intended) #And the picture where he breaks into Doc's place uh #I imagine Dr Stone just whacking him with some broom to get him out #And it would work #somehow #“shoo shoo get out of here annoying dumb bug!!” #(I just needed a reason to draw him) #(heheh old fart) #aaa enough of me talking for now

[rin-u-pos]

I gotta give props to Tamlin. He was fighting a war on three fronts.

Against Feysand and the Night Court

Against Hybern as a spy while trying to prevent them from digging their claws further into his court

A losing battle against SJM

He did well and he came out a war hero and the better male. I'm proud of you Tamlin. You may be at rock bottom but it is up from here now unless SJM kills you. But I have faith the fic writers will resuscitate you.

#TAMLIN I WILL GO COLLECT THE DRAGON BALLS FOR YOU #pro tamlin #i hate the word male but it seems fitting to use it here

[witherbythesword]

if the theory of sam reich being replaced by .. evil wizard dalton reich (and i cant believe i am partaking in this discurse) is true..

i've seen some people asking the question about what those childhood tapes mean. Well i am one of the ancient ones that owned vhs tapes and you know you could replace whats stored on those tapes with overwriting it with new material but it would slowly degrade the quality as the magnetic tape the information is stored on isn't necessarly made to be re-recorded on indefinetly which would also explain the degrading quality of the gamechanger episode.

So my theory is that dalton reich wants to erase sam from history and to do this he is slowly erasing any proof that could hint on sam and dalton being two different people. One thing he appearantly needed to do is overwrite these old vhs tapes of sams childhood.

#game changer #dropout tv #Sam Reich #having worked in an archive i think depending on quality of the tape and what generation it is #you can record and re-record on it 5-10 times #which would fit the loops on the episode kinda #listen i wanted to be cool but i love time loops OKAY #I am actually in disbelieve that no one tackled sam to the ground #like brennan did during the dance thing in the “second place” episode #and screamed “DANCING IS A SIN” #to keep Sam from kicking the god damn camera #i also feel like i've been hexed with the wenis curse #you see all those text about it and think.. well... how bad can it be? truely? #and the answer is simple #EVERYBODY DO THE WENIS #THE WENIS IS A DANCE #EVERBYODY IS A GENIUS #WHO KNOWS IS IN ADV (gunshoots.. sirens blaring in the background.. and a wet thud sounds right next to you) #also.. not to be like alu head levels of conspiracy but by now the nimber of accounts #saying the dropout cast should be hunting down sam as the final game changer episode of the season #is suspicious to me #like... if that turn out to be a fixitman situation of people being IN on something #am just going full balls to the wall riz gukgak tatooing night yorb on his chest levels of insane by now 👍 #also the sfx needed thing #reminds me about how jacob always does his own buzzer sound #because clearly the normal buzzer sound was always there #also.. the red shining buzzer reflecting in the prompt screen..that wasn't always that way right?

[zippy7133]

Growing again

#zippy #ball belly #ball gut #fat #fat gut #belly #bellybutton #obese #tight shirt #fit to fat

[nirdoesnothing]

BEHOLD.. mob psycho SBR/cowboy AU I did exactly one (1) thing with

#if you look closely serizawa is mexican #i mean he always is in my art #but this fit is inspired by juan gabriel lol #mp100 #reigen #serizawa #serirei #roshuto dozen #steel ball run #nir art #cowboy au #seri latino #mexico psycho 100