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turtleblogatlast · 5 months
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Turtle Tot Leo five seconds away from completely changing how he smiles and beginning his Lou Jitsu emulation
(Aka proof that I sometimes do work on art wow maybe I’ll finish this comic one day-)
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rushingheadlong · 3 months
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(From Bri's Instagram stories)
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svtskneecaps · 9 months
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"do you think god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he created" except it's the qsmp admins realizing players including but not limited to forever, pierre, tazercraft, cellbit, phil, fit, bad, and etoiles are able and completely willing to break the server for reasons such as "to gamble more", or simply because it's funny
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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 4 months
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I have a sickfic prompt for you!
Okay, so imagine Peter sick in bed. Tony babysitting because May has to work. Before May leaves she mentions to Tony, “Can you grab his pjs out of the laundry? He always wants a particular pair when he’s feeling sick-“
And Tony doesn’t think anything of it. So he goes to grab Peter’s clothes and sees the pjs…
Are a tourist shirt and Hello Kitty pants
This ask came in all the way back in March. It was a fun idea so I held into, hoping to eventually turn it into a mini-fic. Well, friends. Today is the day. Have a big dose of soft, guilty Tony and sick, cuddly-warm Peter.
Hello Kitty Pajamas - 826 Words
“May! May, I’m here!” Tony called as he let himself into the Parkers’ apartment. He’d received a message an hour prior requesting his presence. Specifically, so he could babysit a significantly ill spider-baby while his aunt went in for a mandatory shift. He’d hesitated at first because was he really the best choice? May had assured him there was no one else. And that even if there were, she was sure Peter wouldn’t want anyone but him. An unfamiliar warmth had bloomed in his chest, prompting him to obtain his keys.
“Sorry!” May called from down the hall. “I'm sorry! He sweat right through his clothes. I was changing the sheets, so you didn’t have to.”
Tony pulled a face without meaning to. A slight laugh escaped May’s lips as a result.
“He’s in the shower now. That should help with a lot of the congestion.” she paused, sighed and twisted her lip between her teeth. “I know he’s old enough to take care of himself. I just- with his fever going up and down so rapidly I didn’t want him to be here alone. Just in case.”
“It’s fine, May. You know I don’t mind spending time with him,” he said, keeping his voice as steady and nonchalant as possible. “Thanks for changing the sheets, though. Housekeeping isn’t really my thing.” They both knew, without a doubt, that he’d do it again if needed. But neither of them commented on it.
"Shoot! How did it get so late? I really need to get going.” He watched May scramble to find her purse and keys. “His favorite pajamas are in the dryer. Can you grab those for him?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks again, Tony,” May said, already halfway out the door. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”
Tony smiled and waved to her toward the hall. “Any time, May. You know that.”
Once she was gone, he located the laundry area and opened the dryer. Inside was a heap of towels of varying sizes. Among them, he managed to stop a white shirt and some pink fuzzy pants. Although it wasn’t until he hauled them out that he realized what they were. Hello Kitty was patterned across the bottoms, and the top was the over-sized tourist shirt. He suddenly realized it was the outfit he’d purchased the kid directly after their first argument. He blew out a breath as an image of Peter, wearing that exact outfit with tears running down his cheeks popped into his head. Guilt began to swirl in his gut. He dug around in the dryer hoping to find different pajamas. He couldn’t fathom how those could possibly be Peter’s favorite. Unsuccessful, he clutched the shirt and pants tightly in his fist and carried them to the restroom door.
“Pete?” he called. “I’m putting your PJ’s outside the door.”
“Thanks,” Peter rasped, coughing harshly after. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Take your time, Bud. No rush.”
Tony sat down on the couch. His leg bounced and his fingers tapped on his knee as he thought more about that decidedly horrible day. The whole thing has been his fault, really. If he’d just told the kid he’d called the FBI… He squeezed his eyes shut and ran a hand down his face. God, he’d been a jerk. He shouldn't have shouted in the kid’s face and really shouldn't have taken the suit. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bathroom door creak open.
“Hey,” Peter said as he rounded the corner. “Sorry, May made you come.”
Tony swallowed with difficulty. The sight of the pajamas making his stomach churn. “I-”
“Are you okay?” Peter interjected.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Tony quipped. Peter continued to frown. “I’m fine. Just- thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
“Definitely,” Tony agreed, then sucked in a breath. “May said those are your favorite pajamas.”
Peter hummed positively and dropped down onto the couch. “They’re comfortable.”
Tony's brow furrowed. “They don’t make you think about that day?”
“Sometimes,” Peter shrugged. “But mostly they make me think about you.”
A warm wet head landed on Tony’s shoulder. Water soaked through his shirt. He found he didn’t really mind. “I’m so sorry, Kid,” he whispered. “I really didn’t handle that situation very well. I didn’t communicate with you the way I should have, I lost my temper when that backfired, then I took it all out on you. I shouldn't have done that. Forgive me?”
“Already did,” Peter yawned. “Like- a long time ago.”
It shouldn’t have been that easy, Tony thought to himself. But Peter is such a good kid… he leaned his cheek against the top of Peter’s head and sighed. “Tired?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I don’t feel so good.”
“Well, let’s get you into your bed, hmm? May changed the sheets and everything.”
Peter nodded and started toward his bedroom. Tony followed behind, smiling softly as the kid exhaustedly crawled under the covers. Astonishingly, the sight of the pajamas didn’t bother him so much anymore. He traversed the room and ran his fingers through his kid’s hair.
“Sleep well, Kiddo,” he murmured. “I’ll be out there if you need me.”
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sn0wbat · 4 months
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well what family doesn't keep a secret vampire family member hidden deep in in the basement /s
EDIT: Rest of the comic is now under the cut!
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gordonsicedcoffee · 4 months
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That is complete bullshit. I'd rather you break down and tell me that you hated me. At least there would be some passion in it.
MONICA POTTER as ALISON GORDON SAW (2004) dir. James Wan
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ghstslut · 1 year
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bedtime pov
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martyrbat · 6 months
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no one cares but imo. literally why does it matter if someone goes to a club or not lol
i dont live anywhere near them, im poor and live in a very rural and isolated area and i have shit that makes clubs in general not ideal. social anxiety, autism and sensory issues, photosensitive epilepsy, physical disabilities, immunocompromised. it doesn't matter, i shouldn't have to justify or explain why im 9/10 never going to a club and that im fine with it
but some people throwing around its a crucial life event/rite of passage to adulthood is gross. for people like me, its a giant health risk and something i CANT do. making it sound like youre missing out on life for not participating in something is just gross and feels slightly ableist, even if you have good intentions and thats not where its coming from.
also like... i promise someone having anxiety and being kinda pressured/internalizing that shame and going to a social thing where theyre told theyre supposed to be enjoying themselves is almost a full guarantee it'll just make it worse. you can easily say ‘i love clubbing, here's some things that may make it easier for others to try it’ or whatever. like making it more inviting and less intimidating is 1000% better than just bashing someone for not going lmao
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goldiipond · 1 year
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theyre my go-to for art block
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genxrocker · 3 months
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wroteclassicaly · 1 year
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Birthday selfie and fit check. Yeah, I’ve decided to wear crop tops more recently — oh well. 🤷‍♀️
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darubyprincx · 4 months
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if there is one thing i wish more people understood it is the fact that just because i do not understand something does not mean that i am automatically opposed to it. there are many things that i do not understand for example alloromanticism, the workings and practices of many organized religions, and the existence of white chocolate but that doesn't mean i want to scrub their existence from this earth. i love knowing and comprehending things but theres also some things that i simply cannot understand right now for some reason or another and thats okay. humans are weird, varied, and complex! i'm not the judge jury and executioner of the entire universe and i am very glad i'm not! and anyways imagine how fucking boring knowing everything would be
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chicinsilk · 11 months
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US Vogue May 1974
Charly Stember is wearing pajamas and a cotton shirt printed in navy blue with small white polka dots. Pajamas, in Fisba fabric. By Halston.
Charly Stember porte un pyjama et une chemise en coton imprimés bleu marine à petits pois blancs. Pyjama, en tissu Fisba. Par Halston.
Photo Mike Reinhardt vogue archive
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nya-transes-ur-gender · 5 months
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zzzzzestforlife · 5 months
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sometimes i consider curating a proper aesthetic on this blog but then i see this little guy and i'm like, nah, i'm good with crazy energy pajamas over here
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I still can't clean out my suitcase because the clothes still smell like you and your room.
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