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loonarmuunar · 1 month
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It’s so crazy to me how most MedCats decide to become one when they’re young, a kit or a young apprentice. Bc like. They can’t have kits or a mate. And a six year old can’t fully understand what it means to never be allowed to have a lover or children. And once they BECOME a medcat it’s not like they can just stop if they regret their decision. ALSO LIKE in cases of Jayfeather where they were pressured/forced into becoming a medcat that’s just worse. Like it’s just completely out of their control then.
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qafiraana · 1 year
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tears waiting to be diamonds pt 1 // pt 2 🥺
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tottenhamhotsperm · 9 months
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the guy with the deep voice in forestella could make some mad bank selling nsfw audio- *SCREECHING NOISES* *COP SIRENS* *HANDCUFFS JANGLING* *METAL BARS CLOSING*
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moncuries · 5 months
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guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)
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nousanti · 3 months
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Lately I did wonder if you did it all to make you feel desired, for love to replace your shame.
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westurn · 3 months
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i wish i could powerwash my brain
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beachsideufo · 5 months
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a strange internet phenomenon 2
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zombie-vodka · 6 months
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yea.
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pickled-flowers · 5 months
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Sex positivity is also about not calling Ace people prude and using virgin as an insult 👍 hope that helps
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trashmakerarticle · 7 months
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Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.
Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?
Dick: obviously it’s me?
Tim: it’s dick
Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.
Bruce: it’s Jason
Everyone: WHAT?!?!???
Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week
*everyone looks at dick*
Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school
*everyone looks at tim*
Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him
*everyone looks at Damian*
Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy
Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away
Bruce: my precious little boy
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liimonadas · 2 months
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randomly rememebered a very silly maya content creator AU i came up with like 2 years ago. its just dumb fun haha
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korppipoika · 1 year
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Snowball in Hell, acrylics, 30cmx20cm
I used a random piece of wire to paint the smallest details..!
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necrolita · 2 months
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hatsune niku
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nenayaquisieras · 3 months
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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
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ruoyeming · 2 months
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Star of Solitude // God of Misfortune
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ysabellious · 2 months
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you are coming down with me / hand in unlovable hand.
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