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hitwiththetmnt · 1 month
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Just a Number P1 P2
Gee Donnie how come you get to have two ages?
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lazycranberrydoodles · 6 months
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english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness
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chelsiegeorgia · 3 months
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my incredibly in depth headcannon for Sonic's backstory/origin
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kwistowee · 17 days
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∞ Charisma (we do not deserve him) HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME
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sweatandwoe · 7 months
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I think the funniest bg3 thing is Astarion trying to actively dislike kids in act 1 to getting his personal autonomy and hope back to act 3 where if you think about hurting kids in any capacity he'd kill you
Man got memed to oblivion about being an asshole to kids only to go full dad mode in act 3
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goggles-mcgee · 1 year
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Harry Potter being smaller than all first years (which we all knew anyway) but twice as feral.
Prefect Percy immediately noticing his small stature and being worried, Boy-Who-Lived or not. So he always offers him more help or just lends an ear. At first Harry is wary of him, no one is nice to him for no reason. Either it's a trick or with his new fame in the picture, because they want something but slowly he begins to trust Percy. Percy feels like a big brother for the first time in a long time. Ron and Ginn rarely went to him with their problems, they preferred Charlie or Bill (he couldn't blame them as he too preferred them but it still hurt), or worse the twins (that hurt worse). They didn't care for his advice. For his knowledge.
Harry was a breath of fresh air....well somewhat. Things he said were concerning and when Percy tried to get an adult to help (*coughMcGonagallcoughDumbledorecoughHisMomcoughHisDadcoughMADAMEPOMPFREYcough*) they brushed off his concerns which was more than a little concerning. So he just vowed to help Harry whenever and however he could. Then Harry somehow made the Quidditch team. At eleven. AT ELEVEN.
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Oliver Wood loved his new seeker! He was timid at first but quickly found his confidence! Sure it was on the feral side but that's how Oliver liked his players! I mean, look at the twins! Plus Harry had the perfect seeker build! Though...he was on the small side. But Oliver chalked that up to the lid being literally eleven but when he looked closer he realized that no...Harry was really small. Too small. And Oliver would know, his mum was a healer and she taught him some stuff considering his love (obsession) with Quidditch.
So he pays more attention. And what he witnesses and notices is not...good. it's very telling. He tries to go to some adults about what he's noticed but nothing came of it and that really got him mad. Then out of no where Percy Weasley came up to him and started lecturing him on Potter's health and all Oliver could think was, oh thank Merlin I'm not the only one who's noticed!
He and Percy stayed up well past curfew talking about their smallest cub and somehow it ended up with them coparenting the Boy-Who-Lived. Oliver would be completely honest and admit he didn't think it would be so difficult until the troll incident....then the dragon incident.....then the CERBERUS incident!
Oliver became something of another big brother to Harry and another confidant. So when Harry told him more about what happened at the Dursley's (because Harry never called it home. Never) Oliver was already plotting to kidnap the boy from the house or the station whether Percy thought it was a good idea or not.
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bruciemilf · 1 month
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Alfred: Lieutenant Gordon turned on the Batsignal exactly 20 minutes and 30 seconds ago. Just thought you’d like to know
Bruce who’s been redoing his eyeliner all day, about to have a breakdown cause he can’t find his eyeshadow: 19 minutes.
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freckled-aksel · 11 months
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Aksel LOVES when we rake the yard. He enjoys waiting until we gather the leaves into a perfect pile before jumping in🍂 Sometimes he even lets you pile the leaves on top of him😆
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cryptidkreates · 2 months
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the dual sides of kevin day
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stankworth · 1 year
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build a villain out of your heroes
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englishlotusflower · 3 months
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Elrond would have been the bestest grandpa ever and the fact that he never got the opportunity to be so is a Crime.
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damien-mlm · 2 years
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I am SO normal about Beauregard Sinclar rn....
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Soooooo normal
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junicult · 6 months
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i was looking through my masterlist and saw my new husband harvey post & inspo struck. hence, this.
contains ; fluff. sm fluff. new husband!harvey. fem!farmer. drabble. this might be kinda niche??😭😭 looking through harvey’s baby book <3
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the boxes, once piled all throughout your previously vacant living room, now limited after the many hours spent working through them. you chose to take a chunk of your day off for this, helping him with the unpacking as he would’ve for you.
although you were leaving one chore for another, there was something so refreshing in the way you sorted through his old stuff, casually making comments about each item before placing it where you deemed fit.
you eventually got to one of the heavier boxes, filled with medical books you didn’t bother to open. just placing them beside you for him to move later.
towards the bottom were books you ended up recognizing from your own childhood, gushing short comments about how the nostalgia made your heart warm, and how you couldn’t wait to pass them onto your own children (which definitely didn’t go ignored by your husband.)
you reached for one that was unrecognizable to you, wide with a wrinkled spine and a puffy, plain cover. “what’s this?” you mumble absentmindedly, cracking it open to peek at the front page.
“hm?” he hums across the room, distracted with his own box.
the distressed corners of the open page, small bubble letters in text that instantly gave you the clue you needed, along with the neat writing of “harvey” underneath.
you gasp at the realization, a little too exaggerated in the way your lips pull to a pout and a loud, “aww,” whines from your throat.
“what?” he jumps, a frantic pinch in his eyebrows as he turns to face you.
you quickly open to the next page, where immediately, you melt.
there’s multiple photographs, the first one of a baby with thin, brown hair that’s hardly a month old. he’s being held in someone’s arms, someone you immediately recognize as your husband’s mother.
“it’s your baby book!” you chirp, leaning in to look at the photo with the softest eyes and the subtlest lip quiver.
the next photo underneath continues to be another baby photo, seemed to be taken the same day as the last, where he’s being held by his father. the sentimental aspect makes your heart ache.
“oh, i haven’t seen that in years.” harvey chuckles, now standing over you.
“aww, you look so cute. look at your little hands,” you gush, scanning the contents of each photo like it was your job.
you whine again when you flip to the next page. the photograph is of harvey, around age two at this point with short, messy brown hair. he’s got a shy smile on his face, cheeks red and due to the pumpkins in the background and the clothes he’s wearing, it’s clear it’s around autumn.
“i think that was my first time at a pumpkin patch.” he contextualizes, to which you let out another enamored squeal.
you don’t even pay attention to him taking a seat next to you, so captivated with the little book in your hands.
you continue to scan each photo, even a few that carry a small caption underneath. several candids of him at home, some at what you can only infer is an airport—wide shots of him standing next to large planes with an eager grin, or even just him sleeping on the couch that his mom or dad took purely for the sake of how silly it was.
he sits beside you, only a little interested with the photos, but more focused on how you react with each one.
the way your eyes crinkle each time you sweetly sigh. you’ve propped your feet on the coffee table, resting the book on your bent knees while flipping through each page, making sure not to skip a single one.
and each time you find a particularly sentimental photo, you look at him for the backstory that lies behind it.
you flip to a picture where he’s grinning wide at the camera, around age seven or eight. there’s a large gap between his teeth, and the context is clear in the way he’s holding up the missing tooth with his thumb and forefinger for the camera to see.
this is the first picture where he’s wearing glasses, similar to the ones he still adorned even 25 years later.
“harvey,” you drawl, tone pitched an octave higher as you still carry the same whine. “this is so sweet, why haven’t you ever shown me this?”
“i would’ve if i knew i still had it,” he explains, looking from you to the book.
he can’t even remember when he last thought of it. maybe the last time he actually spent this much time sifting through it was when he was in college, so to be sitting here with the woman he married only days ago, well, it did something to him.
the soft whimpers you’d let out looking at an old photo of him posing with armfuls of his favorite miniature planes.
how you giggled when you stumbled on a photo he remembers being vividly embarrassed about, teasing him for such while his cheeks grow red and you eagerly beg for the backstory, in which he won’t tell you, so you end up saying, “fine, i’ll just have to call your mom and ask about it later.”
and it feels like his whole world is falling into place when you lean in to get a closer look, whispering a quiet, “god, i want one, i want a little you.”
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that-vampire-loser · 10 days
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I NEED TO KNOW WHEN JEANS BIRTHDAY IS
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theredcuyo · 3 months
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I want Sebastian who just now has spent his first year under the wing of Edgeworth finally finishing his first trial alone
I want Sebastian who directed this investigation mostly on his own
I want Sebastian who personally uncovered the culprit by his own method and logic
I want a Sebastian who just won the trial and takes a few seconds to process that he did it; he won
I want a Sebastian who then runs out of the courtroom and outside are Kay, Miles, Gumshoe and Justine waiting for him
I want a Sebastian who breaks down crying with a smile because as soon as Miles saw him he said "You did good, I'm proud of you."
I want a Sebastian who gets all the acknowledgement he deserves
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pearlsinmyhair · 8 months
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⭑ idiot.
hobie x fem!reader one shot. mentions of injury and blood. NOT TRAGIC ITS OK I PROMISE-
your heart was pounding in your chest as you raced through the city, webbing for the area where hobie’s signal disappeared. his watch must have been damaged at some point in the anomaly capture.
you called his name, circling the wreckage and looking down for any sign of your favorite spider. there was nothing but rubble, and your stomach started to sink as you struggled to find him.
you landed on one of the larger peices of debris and called again. you counted five seconds of silence before you heard a distant yell of your name.
you rushed over to the sound, picking up peices of concrete and asphalt to find the source.
light streamed down onto hobie’s beaten and bloody face as you pulled away the last piece. he coughed, and you reached in to pull him out. he stumbled, holding something close to his chest as he took deep breaths.
he leaned against you, resting his head against your shoulder as his knees buckled. you helped lower him down to the ground, supporting him so he wouldn’t fall. your hands found his face, tipping it up to examine it.
“hobie, what the hell were you thinking?” you asked, your voice desperate as some tears welled up in your eyes. he pressed his cheek to yours as he caught his breath.
“had to save ‘er.” he whispered, and you looked down at hobie’s crossed arms to find something stashed safely inside.
a baby, precious and untouched. she looked up at you with wide eyes, stretching out her hands and curling her fingers into fists.
hobie moved his head to rest against your shoulder so he could peer down at the girl, and she cooed happily, patting hobie’s chest with one of her tiny hands. he chuckled, and you looked sideways at him.
“never would have taken you for the baby type. always kind of thought that mayday was an outlier.” you said softly, and his gaze shifted to you.
“nah, i’ve always liked ‘em. you just haven’t seen me around ‘em before.” he said.
the baby girl giggled, and you both looked down once more.
“so… all is forgiven?” hobie tried, smiling at you.
you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, brushing some dried blood from his cheek with your thumb. “this time? yes.” you said, moving the same hand to his jaw to bring him close.
“you’re an idiot.” you mumbled as his mouth brushed yours, and he grinned.
“only for you.” he said before pressing his lips to yours, the baby watching curiously.
“hey, what did i say about PDA on the job!” shouted miguel, who had followed the same trail as you to find hobie.
“respectfully, boss, i’d like to be allowed to kiss my girl after nearly getting smushed under concrete, thank you.” hobie retorted before moving a hand to the back of your neck and pulling you back to him.
masterlists.
i’m steady-fast working through all my drafts (there’s 25 💀) and this one’s been in here forever. here you go, some non-angst for once.
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