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tamatomo · 7 months

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#ready to throw hands #tamagotchi uni #tamagotchi #tamablr #tamatag

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nootie-patootie · 1 year

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Heard you were talking shit 🐈‍⬛😾

#black cat #cat #cute #pets of tumblr #cats of tumblr #cat pose #cat model #cats of amsterdam #nootie #cats #funny cats #ready to throw hands #watch out #talking shit

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mickimomo · 1 year

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W’Kabi can never be redeemed.

So, I’ve been rewatching Black Panther 1 to work on a fanfic and every time I see W’Kabi I just want to throw hands. This man really abandoned his best friend because a stranger walked in with his enemy’s head. Theeeeen he had the audacity to go against Okoye’s wishes time after time after time. 💀

I’m probably super late to the party on this one- but I ended up digging around on reddit to understand why tf this man was such an awful friend to T’Challa. Like dude was literally king for maybe a week. He almost brought Klaw back to Wakanda. T’Challa only needed a little more time... or even another opportunity to get Klaw. But no. W’Kabi just had to throw a hissy fit, as if his parents were the only ones that died when Klaw infiltrated Wakanda. AS IF KILLMONGER’S DAD ISN’T THE REASON THEY’RE DEAD TO BEGIN WITH. (But that’s none of my business. 🐸☕) AS IF KILLMONGER WASN’T THE ONE THAT BROKE KLAW OUT OF PRISON. (again, that’s none of my business. 🐸☕)

This man was really smiling as his BEST FRIEND got the paint, sonic rings, and mario coins beat off of him and tossed over a waterfall to his supposed death. AND THEN proceeded to eagerly try to kill him so that N’Jadaka could succeed in sending out weapons. Even though Okoye told him not to. Even after T’Challa asked him to stop.

W’Kabi was the main villain of the film. I don’t care. I don’t care.

Anyways, I NEEDED TO KNOW WHYYYY- and a brilliant soul dropped this link on the reddit post of a deleted scene:

This is the link

and after watching it- oooooooooooooooh. The way I wanted to bonk him upside the head. I swear to the moon and back- this is why nobody remembered Okoye was married to his trifling ass. 😭

I’m happy she crossed paths with Attuma. They had more chemistry trying to kill each other anyways. 😭 W’Kabi can keep his ol’ dusty forehead kiss and shove it.

OKOYE DESERVES HER FLOWERS!

p.s. No hate to the actor who plays W’Kabi. He acted up and down this movie with the rest of the cast. Everyone was and is super talented. I wish they hadn’t cut this scene out because it adds so much more to why W’Kabi didn’t even think twice about supporting N’Jadaka. I’m just looking at the characters and their story.

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mochinek0 · 2 years

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RANT

SOooooo....I am learning that my son has Ms. Bustier for a teacher & I am NOT happy.

My son has been having issues at school since they switched his teacher mid way w/out warning. We had already suspected he had ADHD (Dad has it) , but he began to get worse. We were suddenly told he was hitting people, stealing, etc.

I know my son is no angel, but it was confusing as to why this was happening. I talked w/ the teacher and after a big fight, (2v1 against him) he was asked to go to behavioral therapy.

Everyone I have talked to since says he has ADHD(confirmed), but they see no issue w/ his behavior. He sees a therapist. She can see he’s not violent. I have even sat in his class & the 2 other kids got in trouble ALL day! I told the therapist that hoped they wouldn’t be put in the same class next year & my son dropped the bomb on me & the therapist: about how they are keeping them together for a lesson.

She immediatley didn’t agree & said she was gonna bring it up to the school.

#ready to throw hands #bustier IRL #not a happy mom

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potohseviltwin · 7 months

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Angry Sunday Rosie ಠ_ಠ

#Rosalina #my oc's #potohseviltwin #character design #character art #ready to throw hands

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halloweenyyyy · 1 year

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I was watching The Autopsy Of Jane Doe, and I was ready to throw hands. What a bitch. The father sacrificed himself, but the son dies either way. But no, she decidedly kills everyone.

So in the end she really was a Witch. At first I was like aww, that sucks. But then I was no, you're horrible.

P.s.

The walking corpses are so creepy to me.

#thoughts #ready to throw hands #she's a bitch #father #son #dead #the autopsy of jane doe #witches

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hoothootmotherf-ckers · 2 years

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I’m so angry at the number of people who have commented on my chronic pain posts like “I don’t have chronic pain so I don’t count but I do have chronic migraines-“

that’s chronic pain. that’s specifically the type of chronic pain I’m referring to.

and I’m absolutely not mad at those people, not in the slightest, but I’m furious at everyone and society as a whole that’s convinced them that they don’t count, that chronic migraines aren’t a genuinely debilitating form of chronic pain and disability.

migraines are chronic pain and have significant impacts on your life and you deserve to have that validated and not brushed off as “other people have it worse” or “not a real disability.”

#chronic pain #chronic migraine #disability #Spoonie #I’m here I’m mad and I’m now an adult and not an angsty teen and ready to THROW HANDS

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secretivemessenger · 2 years

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dw im just as rude to my dad bc he doesnt deserve my respect

Deserved- that hoe don’t need no respect

#&. xuan #my hoe #mine #ready to throw hands

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myuminji · 1 year

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the bride walked down the aisle to where the groom stood, and there they exchanged their vows in front of the altar...

#what do you mean this isn't how it goes? The flower girls are there to throw flower petals and wedding bouquets ready on their hands too...#just twt having collective breakdowns over them as usual #it's interesting that both played the role of the bride and the groom at the same time.#only they can pull it off I swear #trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun maximum spoilers #vashwood #ish?#actually not really it's just the narrative that plays out like that #myuminjiart #just wanna point out my art a few things: the wine as bouquet. vash holding a shot glass also as bouquet.#vash trying to smile even if he says it's impossible. he tried.#the confetti thrown by the orphanage children...as if they're flower girl throwing flower petals for them....

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potatounicoorn · 16 days

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It's a hereditary trait, nothing to be done😔

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ew-selfish-art · 10 months

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Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice.

Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can.

Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there.

It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.

Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically.

It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood.

He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie.

“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?”

“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.

“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.”

“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.

“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty.

“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-”

“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-”

“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles.

“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word.

Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.

“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.”

And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home.

The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!