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tetsuskei · 27 days
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you know when you find nsfw audios for certain characters it’s time to Touch Grass .
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luvring · 1 year
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a girl like me should not have to close the store alone.
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apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB
apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally
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tbh im normally an "i wanna see my blorbos Win™" type of guy but the grian dmv-slash-permit-office arc has pulled out such unanticipated levels of "i want that twink OBLITERATED" within me that ive transformed into the emotional equivalent of wile e. coyote every time i watch him. like i need to see him outsmarted guys. hes so fucking smug in his videos that the urge to start ordering ACME-brand Contraptions™ and chase him around with them is haunting my dreams. joel taking out his sword for a crit when grian put him on hold was so satisfying i almost passed out from the headrush. never have i ever wanted comeuppance in my favorite blorbos SO FUCKING BADLY i hope he keeps doing this bit forever and gets bonked over the head with hammers for it every single time
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rexlottie · 4 months
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Jesus holding lamb but its Vanessa holding her ponysona
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fanaticalthings · 2 years
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Bruce after yelling at all his kids, now turning to Jason specifically: And anoth-
Jason: You ever raise your voice at me again, and I'll start a gang war so elaborate and large scale that you'll be forced to call in the Justice League.
Bruce:
Jason: And I'll do it whilst you're in the middle of an ultra important WE meeting, too.
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skunkes · 17 days
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its getting hot again
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honeybyte · 6 months
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cg redraw :>
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atopvisenyashill · 1 month
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imagine you are baela targaryen and you want to name your daughter after your long dead mother. your husband lets you because it’s a suitable Velaryon name. the husband that you love because he acts like your dad is acting like your dad by fucking your niece, who is the same age as your grandson. he will carry on this affair until you are both dead.
you are elaena targaryen and the only freedom you’ve ever known is with your aunt’s husband who is older than your father. when they are all dead, you marry the grandson of your lover. you want to name your daughter laena, as a way of remembering baela & alyn and everything you all put each other through. your husband agrees because you’re both half Velaryon and he likes that you share this. you are not in love but you are happy. a war breaks out and he is murdered in front his mother. you have just suggested his niece marry a prince.
you are laena velaryon 2.0 and you marry a nice man around your age and have many children. your first born doesn’t marry for a long time but when he does, he makes a match with your cousin, who had an affair with your father that emotionally wrecked your mother. a war breaks out and you watch all of your sons die one by one except the very youngest, and they call this a mercy.
you are aelinor penrose and your husband refuses to consummate your marriage and you attempt to shame him for this. a lifetime ago, your auntie elaena told you a story about her sister who did the same thing, and it got her locked up for years, but your smart, savvy auntie elaena tells your husband he can live his life as he pleases without destroying his wife, and you think of the way your auntie elaena and grandma laena can’t even look at each other anymore, and you figure maybe you got lucky.
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hlxtn · 6 months
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I will make it my life mission to find a cocky smirking manipulative toxic jock atsumu fic and share it with everyone
If its the last thing i do, research starts after work
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sarumint · 2 years
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bluegarners · 1 month
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u guys ever start writing something so intense that it actually makes you sweat
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gremlintaro · 10 months
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heyo ! haven't been here for a good while so im just gonna drop some stuff i originally posted on insta ^^
have a great summer ! ☀️💌🦋
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eemmoorrii · 5 months
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i completely forgot that that was my pfp. I deadass jumpscared myself.
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raineandsky · 6 months
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#76
Being a receptionist is boring, but it has its perks. It’s safe, for one, and the civilian can watch the drama of whatever the hero and villain are fighting over from the comfort of an ergonomic desk chair. Their desk is tucked nicely into a corner near the back of the entrance hall, just in case the front of the building comes flying off for any reason.
It’s been a calm day outside, much to the civilian’s relief and boredom. It has been for the past week, actually. People trail in and out, not in any hurry, and the civilian idly pings them into the building or, god forbid, has to make a phone call for one of them.
They’re already well into the swing of things when the nth person of the day approaches the desk. The civilian can see them from out of the corner of their eye from where they’re staring at their computer screen. There’s a second of silence—no telltale slap of ID card on wood—until the person on the other side clears their throat expectantly.
The civilian glances up from their screen, only to do a double take. This guy isn’t from around here. He’s dressed in a smart suit and tie like everyone else, but his sense of smart seems to be the complete opposite of what this company considers smart. He graces them with a polite smile, a rarity that you learn to not expect as a receptionist.
“Good morning, [Civilian],” he opens kindly, before glancing at the watch hugging his wrist “or good afternoon, as of two minutes ago.”
The bland customer service line they were going to grace him with dies on their tongue. “Wh– How do you know my name?”
That smile again. “I was hoping to speak with you somewhere private.”
“You’re not getting me to secondary location,” the civilian snaps back immediately.
“I have some affairs the agency thinks you might have an interest in.”
That gives the civilian pause. “The… heroes agency?”
“Hey, man,” someone says from behind the man, “You’re holding up the line.”
The agency man ignores her. “Can we speak privately?”
“No.” The civilian folds their arms, sinking down in their seat for emphasis. “You can tell everyone here why you know my name, stalker.”
The man glances at the slowly growing, irritable queue behind him before leaning over the desk slightly and lowering his voice. “The agency’s in need of new heroes.”
“That doesn’t answer… any of my questions.”
Another glance over his shoulder at the first woman scowling at him. “We have files on everyone in this city. We need new heroes, so we’re finding the most suited options from the civilians here. You can be a hero, [Civilian].”
“And… I fit this heroic profile?”
The man smiles again, brighter. “You do. A perfect match, in fact.”
The civilian frowns confusedly, looking at their hands like they hold answers. “I thought heroes had, like, powers.”
“We can talk about that later.”
The civilian glances back up at him. If he’s lying, he’s very good at hiding it. “Okay. Move over so these people can get in.”
The man positively beams as he steps aside. The woman behind him huffs with a quiet “finally” and slams his ID card down with comfortable familiarity.
It takes ten minutes to get the line of antsy workers into the building. The man waits, impossibly patient, apologising here and there as people pass. He lets the civilian get everyone in before returning to his spot at the desk. “[Civilian]?”
They huff as they get to their feet, scribbling a quick note and shoving it on the front of the desk where people can see it before letting the barriers open. They step around the desk, giving the man a suspicious once over. “If you’re fucking with me I’ll kill you.”
The man laughs, the sound short and genuine. “I’ve no doubt. Let’s get you to the agency.”
One of the workers watches as the two of them wander back out onto the street. The heroes are coming up short. They’re employing civilians to fill in for a job meant for people with superpowers.
The villain couldn’t have turned up to their day job at a better time.
They pull their phone out as they continue into the building. Best not be late. The heroes are at their weakest, they type into a text littered with hasty spelling errors. Prepare to infiltrate the agency. We’re going in tonight.
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do-minuzz · 19 days
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/cracks fingers/ well guess what? it's time to start a new 250k words full of happiness, depression, adventures and angst about two young idiots messing stuff up during their academy years.
from the begining till the... idk lol gonna see
thoschei for life. that's it.
gonna post link here if i actually write all my thoughts that flash in my head at the speed of light cause HOLY HELL THE PICTURE OF THIS FANFIC I'M JUST AIDHOQOAJANSJQOALZMDNAKAOKDKWLQ
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