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#so um. this happened
*casually looking through Diggers' tag here on tumblr*
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Wimblur Soot lookin ass-
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2aceofspades · 5 months
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The wrong fabricated time branch
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I'm still very rusty with colors gah-
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biruesque · 7 months
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dead end.
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makowcy · 1 year
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go girl beat him up
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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Game night ruined.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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lenowom · 5 months
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GO TRAUMATIZED BOY GO
(zooming in is encouraged!!)
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lacecap · 1 year
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If you happen to lose or misplace something on the train or in a station, fill in our lost property form with as much detail as possible about your item. Please make sure you take all your belongings with you when you leave the train.
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airoarts · 6 months
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Leader and deputy
[Image description: a digital painting of Squirrelstar and Ivypool from Warriors. Squirrelstar is a small dark red cat with green eyes, standing in front of the much taller Ivypool, a gray tabby-and-white cat with blue eyes and many battle scars. The background is dark blue. end ID]
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zyanova · 9 months
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Here is the storyboard for part 3 of the Transformers Earthspark Season 1 finale to "The Touch" by Stan Bush!
The moment I saw this post, I just had to add in the song! (I would have reblogged the original post with the video, but alas, Tumblr.) Credit for this video goes to @oldswifty , I just edited the song in.
BIG EARTHSPARK SPOILERS!!
I cut the first minute or so out since there's no other audio, so be sure to check out the link above for the whole thing! I wasn't sure when the song would end, so I just let it run for the rest of the video.
Original post, by @oldswifty :
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sipsteainanxiety · 9 months
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izuku's love for you is—stifling.
like you've been wrapped thickly in a well-loved blanket, and no matter how hard you claw and writhe, it just gets tighter and tighter and tighter. unrelenting. inescapable. it's something you've grown used to. something you've learned to deal with in your own way, because at the heart of it, you know it's because he cares.
it's easier on certain days. days where he's had a particularly good patrol or where he's had nothing else to do other than relax at home. it's those days where you wake up to dappled sunshine through the window—falling across the smooth planes of his freckled face in a way that's utterly breathtaking—that you breathe easily and know he's safe. the light turns strands of his hair into a gold that contrasts against the deep green, and you brush a hand over his forehead in a way that makes him sigh in his sleep.
safe, you tell yourself again. where you can reach him. he spends so much time outside, jumping around the city to save whoever he can in a flash of green lightning. and you know he takes each and every single life he's saved and stores them in his heart. putting himself on such a high pedestal and holding himself to a standard that you think is debilitating, at times. hero work can be so personal, after all.
he holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, but here—at home—he can be himself. he can be izuku, not deku, and he can laugh and smile and dance around with you in your little, shared kitchen. he can love you without fear of this love being used against him, and he can hold your hands together and promise you another day where it's just you and him.
on other days—it's not as simple. not as easy.
it's the days where he's tasted some form of defeat, you think. some form of wretched helplessness or tragedy that strikes him at his core and topples the very foundation he's based his selfless heart on. he takes all his losses and holds onto them tightly—obsessing and dwelling over them in a way that's unhealthy. a way to cope with his agony.
sometimes he tells you what's happened, sometimes he doesn't—believing it be better if you don't know. but, regardless, at the end of these days he always comes back home—to you. unprepared, unknowing, you.
on one of these days—a day where you think something truly... shook him, deep within—you hear the door open to your home and expect to hear his familiar, cheerful voice. telling you how much he's missed you or about something memorable that's happened on his patrol. but you don't hear a word. it makes you pause and you slowly edge towards the front entrance to peek at him and see what he's up to—if perhaps he's tired and needs help taking off his shoes, or if he's deep in thought about this or that.
instead what you see is his weary, shadowed figure. standing hunched in the entryway with his hair covering his face and a hand gripping onto the edge of the wall where it opens up into the living room. he's breathing heavily, you realize, and you're just the tiniest bit wary before you find yourself hesitantly calling out his name.
it's like a trigger for him. his head snaps up, and you have just enough time to see a small, dark pupil, before he's lunging towards you and sweeping you up in an embrace. tight tight tight can you breathe you can't breathe.
you choke and feel his grip flex around you even further. "izuku—? what—"
"you're here," he murmurs quietly—so quietly—and then he's setting you down and letting his large, gloved hands pass over your face. then your neck. your shoulders and sides. then back up again. feverishly, nearly revenant. you don't say a word, eyes locked on that burning gaze of his—small and shadowed. "i'll keep you safe. you know that, right?"
it takes you all the strength in the world to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth. and your answer is teeny tiny. "of... of course. you will. i'm here."
you don't know if he's seeing you, really seeing you. however, you've dealt with this izuku before. and it never gets easier, not really. but you are experienced. so you let him obsess over you. let the look in his eyes pull you in deep deep deep until you relive those feelings of drowning in all that makes him, him. stifling, you think.
and he holds onto you. and he doesn't let you go.
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prodotsukare · 3 months
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I miss the prison arc already :((
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popsicle-stick · 10 months
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WAHOOO my drawing ability has returned!!!!!!!!!!!!!
seward be upon ye.
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dailyloopdeloop · 7 days
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DAY 32: HAPPY ONE MONTH
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b1mbodoll · 8 months
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pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader
warnings: exhibitionism + creampies
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thinkin abt heeseung being so infatuated with you he gets hard just looking at you. gets erections at the most random times bc you look so good n you feel just as good <3 takes you to the nearest bathroom or smth and just bends you over, pounding your cunt and groping your tits til youre fucked full of cum. afterwards the two of you walk out like normal, ur legs feeling like jelly making you unaware of the trails of cum leaking down your thighs. heeseung notices but doesnt say a word til you make it to his car n he fucks you again in the backseat because the sight turned him on
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people practice w Them <3
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qwakque · 7 months
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been thinking abt book 4 again,,,
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