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#so goodnight yall
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GET JINXED
TWO AM ART BRAIN LES GOOOOOOOO
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I DID THAT FUCKING POSE FREE HANDED, NO REFERENCES, BOW TO MY SUPERIORITY BITCHES. GET JINXED
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I thought I broke my toe but I just made a shower mohawk and then ate an ungodly amount of ice cream and now I feel better. So let that be a lesson to you all.
Self care is important.
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bengallemon · 4 years
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Tonight, I offer nothing.
Tomorrow, I shall give something.
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sirasanders · 6 years
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its time for bed for me now lmao
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sillysunshinesstuff · 3 years
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Jason can tap dance. Bruce enrolled him in classes because he wanted his kid to do something physically active and not spend all day in the library (not that he was complaining, but he remembered how many chandeliers Dick broke as a kid and he was concerned that he wasn't parenting Jason right because he hadn't broken a single one) so he told Jason to pick something. And Jason, not thinking Bruce was actually being serious, replied back sarcastically "Ok, tap dancing" with a laugh. Next day after school though, he was dropped off at a tap dancing studio and told to "have fun" before Bruce sped off and left tiny 12 year old Jason staring after him with wide surprised eyes.
Now Jason wasn't a rude kid. He went to the class, made sure to give it a try, and respected his instructor. He was surprised to find that he actually liked it. Liked it so much that he decided to keep up with it. He liked the sounds and moves and music. It was hard to not like something that made him feel so free. The extravagant arm movements and light feet reminded him of soaring through Gotham as Robin.
He got very good and Bruce went to all his shows. His little routines were a smashing hit at galas and soirees. Bruce would bring it up that his kid could tap dance (because he's one of those parents that loves showing off his kids), someone would ask to see, and next thing they knew, Jason was on the dance floor pulling out his best moves to their genuinely impressed oooo and ahhhhs. Jay quickly stole Dick Grayson's place as the Wayne family sweetheart and everyone thought he was positively adorable. He was polite, joked around with all of the older women, quoted literature casually during dinner, and danced his heart out at the end of the night. It became a tradition for Brucie's kid to show off his new moves if he didn't miss the party to study. Once, Bruce got pushed onto the dance floor and was forced to learn a few steps on the fly. Jason laughed and began demonstrating an easy set of steps. Bruce copied what Jason was doing, albeit very clumsily, and tapped right beside his son in front of all of Gotham high society. Everyone absolutely gushed over it. All you heard in crowd were besotted coos. It was a cute lil father son moment that the papers were raging about for weeks. Even Vicki Vale wrote a fluff piece on the tooth rottingly sweet impromptu show the two gave.
Bruce hung the article in his study. And when Jason died, he couldn't make himself take it down. But he didn't look at it either.
When Jason came back, Bruce assumed he stopped dancing. After all, when would a crime lord have time to polish his tap shoes? So you'd imagine his utter surprise when he comes down to the cave one day to see Jason leading Cass through the same tap routine he'd shown Bruce years before. Cass got it quicker than him but still needed help in her form and Jason gently lead her through it until she could do it easily.
" Teach me how to Pirouette now?" Jason asked.
"No." Cass answered. "Your head is too big."
Jason's laugh echoed loudly throughout the cave and that's how Bruce knew his little tap dancer had come home.
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izusun · 3 years
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bkdk/patrochilles – mirrors
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everydreamrecorded · 6 years
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i have to be positive: today was nice overall and i did okay
and i have to do what is best for me - meaning what is best for me in the long run and tbh the short run too but which feels like the opposite of what i want which is: to definitely not have another glass of wine and instead, go to bed
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buzzcutseasonart · 3 years
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YALL THIS RENGA MINI GOLF FIC HAS ME IN MY FEELS 😭😭❤️❤️
oh my god so if you are starving for a renga longfic to fill the sk8-shaped hole in your heart, I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend “shot in the dark” by mayflymusic on ao3!!! I got so immersed in this AU because the worldbuilding is so good (who wouldn’t want Reki working weekends at a mini golf course called “hole-in-fun”???) and Reki and Langa’s developing relationship is so true to the awkward teenage experience! i really got teared up at the lovely representation in this fic, and especially especially if you like anxious Langa, this is my absolute favorite characterization of him & his mental struggles!!! please I really could not recommend this fic enough, it’s so close to being finished and I will miss it so much 🤧❤️
(also sneak a peek at the bottoms of their mini golf clubs!!! omg)
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blueyellow8green · 2 years
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If I see one more person hating Imogen on my dashboard I am going to riot 😤 fair enough if you thought she was a bit annoying but you cannot hate her for liking Nick. You also cannot hate her for being an actual teenage girl. After years of asking for accurate teen portrayals. That also means the teens who make a few mistakes or say the wrong things at times 😌 get yourselves together y'all are sleeping on Imogen she had some of the best lines.
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yallmakemyassitch · 2 years
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The Cootie Monster 👹💀
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inspiration by @squibbio
Caring about your son moment
- Sugarratio
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flufflecat · 2 years
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trying to figure out how to draw Mr. Markiplier now
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sualne · 3 years
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the antichrist plus one 
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sheriffthompson · 2 years
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dumb argument now in color! absolute dumbasses <3
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redrobin-detective · 3 years
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Danny Phantom AU where Vlad gets outed as half-ghost to the world (easiest scenario is Val narcs on him after she discovers his secret in D-Stabilized). He has everyone knocking on his door: police, ghost hunters, scientists, all trying to get a piece of him. Vlad was going to run, to abandon his life and start over anonymously. But then he catches sight of Danny and realizes the younger half-ghost is downright terrified. With Vlad’s secret out, their mutually assured destruction agreement is null and void. He can out Danny at any point, probably should as it would take a great deal of the heat off of him. The poor boy is literally sick with fear and worry, go bag ready to run at any moment. If Vlad left now, then Danny would drag that weighty fear with him for the rest of his life.
And it makes Vlad pause. Danny has been the object of his obsession for a while, he’s seen the kid annoyed, seen him angry, seen him cocky. But he doesn’t much like the look of helpless, shivering terror. So Vlad makes an unselfish decision for the first time in years, he plants his feet and he stays. Jack and Maddie jump to his defense and keep the worst of the hunters and scientists away. He spends millions on lawyers to keep himself out jails and labs. He lets tests be run and questions asks and submits himself to uncomfortable scrutiny. But it’s worth it to see the fearful edge slip off of Danny’s shoulders as he realizes that Vlad isn’t going to forcibly expose him.
When all is said and done, he’s to serve some time monitored by the Fentons. He moves into the guest bedroom with an anti-ghost ankle bracelet on and wonders why he went to so much trouble. But Danny shyly pokes his head in, arms crossed defensively and eyes down and quietly thanks Vlad for not exposing him. He asks if maybe he can sit in on some of the discussions and tests his parents will run. He wonders if maybe he can ask some questions of his own. It’s the olive branch Vlad has always wanted, the chance to forge a meaningful bond with the boy beyond arch nemesis. Amazing all it took was some bravery and looking beyond his own interests. 
Jack and Maddie can’t explain why Danny, who used to hate Vlad with a passion now frequently seeks their new houseguest out. They don’t comprehend the look of total and complete understanding the two of them will occasionally share. And if Vlad gently and patiently lays out the foundation that will let Danny safely reveal himself and Danny makes sure his overeager parents don’t go too far into their tests, well that’s simply coincidence. And the two half ghosts find themselves happier than they had been before the whole debacle. Plasmius was a ghost once feared and reviled, now he is just good old Uncle Vlad, co-haunting Amity Park alongside town hero, Danny Phantom. Sometimes if you look up in the sky, you can see them smiling at each other, like they have a secret just between the two of them.
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Dean is not a words man. He never has been, and probably never will be. But he doesn't need to be, not with sam anyway. Him and his brother are so in sync, words just seem like a waste of oxygen most of the time. Dean can tell exactly what Sam needs just by looking him in the eyes, or how he's feeling simply by the way he holds himself, or how he shifts his shoulders, or brushes his hair out of his face. It's such little things to pick up on, but Dean understands all of Sam's movements like it's a language, and same goes for Sam.
But Dean is not a words man. No matter how well he can read Sam, or show his own discomfort through facial expressions, he's not really good at expressing his, feelings.
It's not like that's important, at all. Sam knows dean loves him, a lot, and Dean doesn't need to remind him of that. But sometimes, when sam huffs in his sleep, or scrunches up his nose in confusion, or gets annoyed at the strands of hair covering his eyes, Dean just doesn't know what to do with himself. He has so much love for his gigantic baby brother, he fears one day he might just pop.
He knows he can't just walk up and hug sam whenever, otherwise Sam might think he's dying, or planning to die, and Dean has partially himself to blame for that, but he's just not a very touchy-feely person, but he wouldn't mind it either, especially with Sam like this next to him, trying to stay awake to watch the movie, but his head keeps flopping down onto Dean's shoulder, and his eyelids keep closing.
It feels like someone is holding his heart in a firm grip.
Sam's been cut, stabbed, and even killed a few times, and Dean's known how to react in those situations, how to stay calm to keep sam calm, to show him the right amount of affection, never too much or he'd think he's dying, but in this situation? With his baby brother softly snoring on his shoulder right now? Dean has no idea what to do, how to react, and how to contain himself. It's just all too much.
He wants to run his fingers through Sam's hair, he wants to rub his hand up and down Sam's back, he wants to pull him into his lap and hold him like he used to when he was much much smaller.
And before he even realises what happened, he's biting Sam. Not hard, not really. Not hard enough to wake Sam up, but hard enough to make him squirm a bit.
Dean freaks out and pulls his head back slowly, careful not to wake Sam. "What the fuck." he mutters to himself as he rubs his thumb across the bite mark on Sam's shoulder.
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If Sam noticed the bite mark, he didn't bring it up, and Dean is really grateful for that, but just in case, he made Sam some pancakes for breakfast the next morning.
The day went on like any normal day. Sam spent most of it reading in the library, and Dean scrolled on the computer looking for cases. Unfortunately he didn't find anything.
But he couldn't stop thinking about Sam. Well, he doesn't really ever stop thinking about him, but this time he couldn't stop thinking about the mark he left on his baby brother. It was covered up by a shirt right now, which, oddly, made Dean feel a tinge of sadness, but it was the fact that he had actually left a mark on him. a physical mark
A physical way to show his love.
Something inside Dean clicked, and now he really couldn't stop thinking about Sam.
It was awful. Everytime he walked into the kitchen and Sam was there cooking something, he'd have to advert his gaze. Sam's big broad back was right there, so much skin, so much room for Dean to leave his marks, to show how much he actually loved him.
After a few days it was getting painful for Dean. They were always together, always so close, and Dean always wanted to sink his teeth into Sam.
Were these normal thoughts about his brother? No, they weren't, but they weren't technically romantic either, so Dean wasn't too worried.
One day Dean just couldn't take it anymore. Watching Sam smile down at his book, a little dimple appearing every time he turned a page, it was too much, too much for Dean to handle.
He got up and casually walked over to his brother. Sam didn't even look up from his book, so Dean continued. He walked up to Sam, stood there for a while, just admiring him, and when he couldn't take it anymore, he bent down and calmly bit Sam's shoulder.
Sam froze, finally pulling his eyes away from the book.
"Dean?" Sam questioned.
"Mm?" Dean mumbled back, his teeth still biting into Sam's skin.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, his voice a bit louder this time. Dean took that as his cue to let go. He stood back up and didn't even make eye contact with Sam, it was too hard to pull his eyes away from the bite mark.
Sam's shirt was wet from his saliva, and his skin was irritated and red. Dean couldn't even suppress a smile. He had left his mark.
"Nothing." He said, and walked away.
Sam didn't say anything.
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This continued for a few more weeks, long enough for Sam to get used to it. Maybe not like it yet, but he was used to it.
It was normal for Dean to come up and just bite Sam while he was researching. Sam didn't even bat an eye now when Dean bit him during movie night, he just rubbed his fingers over Dean's teeth marks.
And honestly? This isn't even the weirdest thing for them, considering everything they've been through, this could be seen as mildly normal.
Sams shoulders and back were covered with teeth and nail marks, and Dean absolutely loved it.
He loved the fact that he was able to mark his brother and noone could say anything about it. He loved the little whimpering sounds Sam made sometimes when Dean bit too hard, and he adored that Sam wouldn't tell him to stop.
Okay, maybe this wasn't normal, but Dean didn't care. He loves his brother too much.
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petalsforarmor · 2 years
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😭
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