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bestofanimaniacs · 1 year

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Round 3 - Bracket 4:

#and without further ado #the hard one and fought for #congrats to scratchy for winning that last poll #it was an absolute nail biter #unlike this one #I'm sorry scratchy #he went through all that to lose #dr. scratchansniff #dot #dot warner #animaniacs poll #animaniacs best character poll #animaniacs 1993 #animaniacs

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morganbritton132 · 3 months

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Eddie posts a Tiktok of an old home video with the caption “I AM THE MOST PATIENT MAN IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.”

The video was actually filmed in Gareth’s Mom’s garage after the band’s first world tour. In it, Gareth is filming Grant make shadow puppets while slightly off-camera, Steve and Eddie are having a conversation that they’re both too high to be having.

Grant is making his shadow dog’s mouth move along with Steve in the background like, “You want me to be someone’s boss? Like a capitalis- like my dad?? You wanna fuck my dad now, Eddie?”

Eddie, with the deepest sigh: Baby, I just think a service dog would be good for you. And you wouldn’t be its boss, you didn’t hire it

Steve: But it’s doing a job for me. It’s my employee then.

Eddie: You’re not paying him!

Steve: So, like a slave?!

Eddie: No. It’d be like… A service dog is like a friend. They help you out because they’re your friend. And dog is man’s best friend

Steve: Robin is my best friend!

Eddie: Oh my god

#Eddie: *makesca suggestion about Steve’s disability*#Steve in 1988: So you want to sleep with my dad? is that what you’re saying?#Eddie fought a long and hard battle for Steve to get a service animal #and then he finally gets one it’s a dog that steals Eddie’s Doritos #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

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crow-cap · 24 days

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quick thing of a lesson in changing the world by @thousand-sunnies because it made me giggle

#this. this fought me #I’d fucking LOVE to draw some of the later scenes where stuff gets intense #or do like fully coloured stuff for this fic #but this did not want to get drawn and I’ve got so many exams. pounding the ground biting maiming etc #crowcraft #opc #one piece #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #koby one piece #coby one piece #op #don’t look to hard at this #thousand sunnies your fic is amazing!! !!! It grabbed me by the throat and shook!!!!!!! and made me laugh so hard!!!!!!!!!

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satoruhour · 8 months

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a/n: jjk 236 spoilers, mentions of suicide from reader’s side, no comfort, cry. around 1.4k. tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @saiki-enthusiast @arminsumi @shotorus @satohruu so yall can suffer w me

the first signs of grief manifests in you when there’s a bright light that signifies gojo’s disperse of cursed energy, the familiar hollow purple that obliterates half the buildings around the two strongest sorcerers — one from the heian and the other one from our times. surely, your lover wouldn’t do something as foolish as involving himself with the blast, but gojo satoru is always one to take risks.

when he took up the job of taking care of megumi and tsumiki at just eighteen years old and providing all the things they needed to fluorish. gojo is risky as he convinces a kid with a terrifying curse to make some friends and learn about cursed energy. he sometimes puts himself in danger when he takes up more missions he can shoulder just to show the higher-ups that he can kill them any time.

gojo satoru has the world of jujutsu in his hands; how his birth had changed the trajectory of the society, altered the balance of the world and now—

“satoru!” you call out once the smoke clears and he’s still there, intact, smiling a sick smile like the many times you’ve seen him done at megumi and after burning french toast. you brief a sigh of relief and the pounding of your heart calms down momentarily before sukuna emerges and he’s missing a hand and a leg and your heart pulls lower and lower seeing the kid you raised be such a ragdoll for sukuna’s entertainment. but there was always the hope to isolate the king of curses’ soul and save megumi somehow. shoko and you had discussed it, you know it to be true, it has to be true, until there’s a sharp noise that cuts through your ear drums.

it’s high-pitched, like a flash of light that shines in your eyes too abruptly and you have to cover them. but it blinds you as much as it deafens; an attack from god knows which end and you swear you hear the reaper’s scythe.

gojo thinks you look beautiful like this; hand on your cheek and head in your hand as you watch him and the melodic sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board. you’re so concerned about him cutting his hand again that you’ve dragged your chair all the way into the kitchen to watch him closely, which was counterintuitive; the whole reason why he had bled in the first place was because he was looking at you so much.

he admires the way you curl into yourself on the beanbag in the apartment, a book on your lap on how to get to know your teenager better, hair falling over your eyes and the reading lamp not even helping that much in illuminating the words. gojo skims over your features and the way your chest breathes slowly, like everything good in the world. he hopes he’s able to get that with you in this life, for as long as he lives.

you feel it before you see it in the screens that the fight is broadcasted from — something is missing. a light has switched off, satoru has stolen the blanket at night and left you freezing again, seeing your favourite snack missing from the fridge. and you run. past the students you’ve raised, past the bright blinding screens and into the battlefield, past the debris and each crunch of cement under your feet brings a fresh bout of tears to your eyes. the tokyo winter is cool, snow starting to slowly fall upon you and the saltiness on your face seem to crystallise and harden and you’re not even sure any more. there’s a tingling feeling in your feet, in your finger tips and a pull of your heart. you know where gojo is before you see him.

“s— satoru…” you mumble, eyes welling up with more tears when his bottom half stays standing, baggy pants stained with red, red and more red and you’ve never hated a colour like you do now. you hate it, you hate it, you hate it even when he’s proposed to you with a red velvet box and gotten you valentine’s day chocolates in that same darker red and there is just too much blood.

and then it’s like the hierarchy of grief doesn’t matter any more. all those articles you’ve read preparing yourself after gojo’s fated meeting with death at sixteen, and then after shibuya — you think you can’t handle any more of the collecting and patching up and crying and headaches and holding a finger up to your chest and hoping you’d kill yourself with your own technique. the only time you’d accept the absence of the bright blue on his face is when he was sleeping and his chest moved with even breaths, not like this.

not like this.

“satoru—” your voice cracks and you cannot even see. tears and tears and mucus and the fresh crunch of snow under your feet as you step closer to his severed body.

“baby…” he mumbles, barely above a whisper, hand twitching and reaching out in the direction of your voice because this is infinitely worse than getting stabbed in the neck by toji fushiguro, perhaps a little worse than seeing your best friend of your high school life get manipulated by a cursed user. satoru wants to demote all of that and say that seeing you stumble to your knees in front of him while you hyperventilate and sob hurts the most.

“d-don’t move, ’toru, we— we’re going to get you b-back, okay?” you’re playing with god now. “shoko!” the doctor stifles a sob at your cry, broken up by the feedback of the sound system. she knows you’re trying to defy god.

“i don’t think—” the light is slowly dying. the world’s light, the student’s light, your dawn and dusk. “m-my love, everything is…”

“satoru, please, you need to—!” they say the last sense to go is touch and hearing. you crouch to his face to see him react to your warmth, eyes moving an inch to where he thinks you were and puts all of his cursed energy into one hand just so he could hold your cheek. you, warm as always as the sun and everything good in the world, a new rush of warmth overtaking his hand when your tears flow over his battered, tired hands, the same hands that has drawn over his love time and time again over your body and you are a canvas made of gojo satoru’s endless, unconditional ardour.

“i-i’m…” it fades out, his voice box is almost gone and you wail again and the snow from below wets your knees. his name is all that leaves your lips and you think if you can’t play god, you can only beg, even if your religion is solely gojo satoru.

“no, no, no no nono, satoru, c’mon, baby, stop it!” you scream in his face, words all mushed together when you feel the breath of life leave his chest, the blues die out in his eyes, “i love you, i love you, darling, i love you—” your lover barely manages to muster a small smile and you scramble all over his chest, clutching at the tattered black t-shirt and his hand that is starting to go cold and he has the energy to mutter out a stupid remark like gojo satoru always does.

“i’m sorry i got y-your favourite outfit stained with red, princess…” satoru whispers and that breaks the dam fully. you sob and groan and cry and wail until your voice is hoarse and you cannot speak any more and gojo wants nothing but to full heal himself again just so he could stop your crying. perhaps hold your face in his hands and kiss your forehead and nose and lips and embrace you until you couldn’t breathe. perhaps even to tell you he loved you more than anything and everything; more than poems and that foolish line he just had to say at the end and kikufuku and waking up next to you.

but in what world will gojo satoru ever get repose and a normal life? you hope for every other universe to have him be a preschool teacher, or maybe a florist, or even a superstar. but not in this one, no.

the hand that caressed your cheek is replenished again with cursed energy.

satoru gives you three squeezes.

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maesonc-artistic-adventures · 3 months

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Doodlin

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patchworkpoison · 9 months

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girls who say bruh

#i designed her to have wheels for feetsies so she'd be skating around all the time #so i wanted to redraw her as that jsrf cover #the colors fought me so hard on this one...#my art #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #arcee #tf arcee #jsr #jsrf

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xenonsdoodles · 8 months

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#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #bernadetta von varley #this post brought to you by A True Story. Kind Of #the irl context was my friends' own battle of the eagle and lion which was fought with foam weapons and one nerf crossbow #crossbow being limited to the porch with our friend in a wheelchair. which was the only reason it wasn't an automatic game winner #anyway they shot me in the leg and I put the dart in my pocket #and then we were the only two people left and I had to stagger one-legged up the steps while they frantically tried to unjam the crossbow #the tension was REAL #I ended up winning. narrowly.#and then I did exactly this #their team ended up winning in the end but it was hard fought on all sides #anyway. here's this

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months

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Hanguang-Jumpkick

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #xue yang #lan wangji #blood #This was supposed to be no.69 but I forgot that I don't number the bonus episodes B*( In my heart it's 69.#LWJ hasn't had dialogue in 10+ comics but that's because his mouth has been busy biting and ripping and tearing into flesh #He and LXC never fought as children so he has all this pent up rough and tumble energy he needs to let out #A LWJ does not hunt for sport. A untamed LWJ hunts to protect his territory and a tamed one hunts on command #however it is very hard to get the loyalty of a LWJ. One must prove themselves worthy by demonstrating acts of standing up for justice #once a LWJ chooses you then he will stay by your side forever.#He will need daily nutrients in the form of head pets. Do not let him starve #I had a lot of alternates for the third panel line. Hanguang-jun-jitsu. Going for the Hanguang-jugular. Hanguang-judge jury and executioner #Hanguang-june means Hanguang-jokes

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outkast777 · 8 months

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Ticciwork 4 life

#creepypasta #2010s nostalgia #old fandom #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby #creepypasta fanart #ticci toby creepypasta #toby rogers #ticci toby fanart #fanart #clockwork creepypasta #clockwork fanart #ticciwork #i love this ship too much #i fought so hard not 2 put an instagram filter on this one..#my fav ship ever!!!!#theyre just so so so so

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the-alpine-glow · 1 month

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Musk admitted in deposition that this twitter account where he role-played as a toddler was actually him.

#196 #r196 #rule #/r/196 #r/196 #shitpost #shitposting #twitter #elon musk #now we know one of the reasons why he fought so hard to keep this hidden

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abitofboth · 6 months

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no HANG ON the fact that original timeline loki sacrificed everything to save the universe against thanos. and this timeline’s loki saw himself die saving his brother, his universe, in that time theatre, and he did it again. he sacrificed everything again to save the multiverse.

in both timelines, he went from having nothing, to having everything- a love for thor, for asgard, the universe, and a love for mobius, for the tva, for the multiverse- and his love for for everything was the very reason he sacrificed himself and went straight back to nothing again.

Loki could never be a villain again. his heart is too big for that

#loki spoilers #do you see what I mean??!!!!#og timeline loki fought so hard to stay alive #he finally found a home with thor and with asgard #and the second that was put under threat he sacrificed himself trying to save everyone #tva timeline loki found a home with mobius and the tva #he admitted he never want to be alone again #that he couldn’t part from his friends. he didn’t want to #and he saw that all under threat. the entire multiverse #and he sacrificed everything #he let himself be completely alone again to protect the ones he loves #DYOU SEE WHAT I MEAANNNN!!!!!#loki #mcu #marvel #millie talks

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posebean · 1 year

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