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vaxxman · 3 days
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Could I request Medic having The Mom Grip on Scout’s shoulder after the speedy moron almost let a mercenary secret slip while they weee getting groceries?
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Three Europeans and two Americans walk into a grocery store in New Mexico.
I hope this is the right meme.
More silliness below.
This comic is the antithesis of the "wtf is a kilometre" joke.
The faces they make when they can't quite identify the type of brown bread in the bread aisle.
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You don't know how [insert nationality here] you are until you go overseas and things are different.
Spy obviously has no problems with pretending to know how much a gallon of milk is, he just peeks into his conversion chart notes, pretending it's his shopping list.
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I want to think Heavy is completely fine with having to readjust to a new unit system, he just eyeballs most practical things anyways by holding them up and mumbling about how they approximately weigh like a chicken or his kettle bell etc. He's always been living in practical ignorant bliss.
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Medic has a peer reviewed meltdown the first time he realises there's no uniformity in "a cup of ____" because every object has different densities. He's diligent about memorising the conversion rates for ounces, pounds, the most common things etc., and recovers ok. He goes through the same stages of grief rage when he finds out about distances and lengths.
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Just remember four inches are 10.16 cm and pray no one asks you to specify anything bigger than inches.
Everyone does a mental victory lap when they manage to guess how much Celsius the weather is because they keep forgetting it's Celsius*5/9+32=Fahrenheit, Engineer reminds them patiently.
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The true victories are the correct temperature guesses we've made along the way.
One time, a friend asked me if I actually knew how much a tablespoon of flour was in gramms to convince me that metric users also make use of volume based units without thinking about them. But little did she know a heaped spoonful of 405 flour is about 15g and a level tablespoon is 10g.
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They claim Oolong just tastes better when it's boiled to 80°C exactly with a Bunsen burner.
You only asked for one scene but somehow I came up with a bunch of other things. This post was drawn across 2 months so the artstyle is all over the place. Thanks for your ask!
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kyurochurro · 3 months
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GOOD AFTERNOON!! TODAYS UNI SKETCH IS : a redraw/study/doodle/whateva you wanna call it of this very dapper image of Picard and Data!! first time drawing Picard so I struggled a lil but otherwise I had so much fun drawing Data! :Pc og pic under the cut!
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picard you smoke too tough... your swag too different ...
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allisamemory · 5 months
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4.2 / Masquerade of the Guilty Spoilers
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Focalors: i created a perfect human
Neuvillette: you fucked up a perfectly good human is what you did. look at her, she’s got anxiety
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ssstrawberryflowers · 6 months
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another date, this time with ferrie
+croissants that shall unfortunately be given to filth
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saw @chez-cinnamon's absolutely BANGER butterfly!Howdy design and couldn't resist! two fluffy flutterbyes <3 solidarity
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schyrosoreffs · 8 months
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some aphmau art from like twt uhhhh O(_
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lui-the-cute-snek · 9 months
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What is it with transformers and these growing towers btw
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blazeturbo102 · 4 months
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Remember when Eddie's last words to Buck almost were "Alright cowboy, go get 'em" and he would have had to live with that knowledge.
But it turned out it was the first thing Buck remembered.
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puppyeared · 4 months
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I'd kill for Asriel. Your Asriel art made me cry. Thx /pos
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thankyu ^_^ heres a drawing of him drawn in 2013 style deviantart
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muzzleroars · 1 year
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What if you draw v1 teaching Gabriel how to do the funny coin shot
taking this opportunity to say v1 has such a crush on this guy!!!!!!
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brainrotdotorg · 3 months
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how many tasteless sacrilegious dolores dei-themed stripteases and burlesque shows do you think have been performed in elysium. blonde wigs and all white dresses and golden wreathes and all that. no bra obviously. spotlight shining right on the titties to mimic a lung glow effect. dolores dei drag queen performances lipsyncing to vesper-messinian chants
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kanzakurawrites · 5 months
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I read the first Hunger Games book for the first time (yeah, I know I know) and now all I can imagine is a Descendants Au of it.
Like, the villains keep having children, and the children are having children. The isle of so overpopulated, very quickly, and the only solution that the villains think of is making a group of children fight to death each year. This is eight years into the Isle. The goblins row the kids out to the Isle of Doom, and go back at the end of each week. Some are done in that first week, the longest went two months.
The first few times the kids tried not to, they are kids, but then the adults just killed them all.
Unlike the Hunger Games, they allow one male and one female to come out alive (this proves their worth, and their children could be "strong". Remember, these are villains trying to get off the Isle)
Jay ends up in three times, he comes out each of them just a little more haunted.
Mal goes in at ten, she comes out without her wings and half dead. Gil was in that year, and he saved her life. (He found out about her dad, because Mal's flames showed themselves and she survived too many attempts on her life. He becomes a shadow to her, and not even Uma's wrath will make him stop)
Evie ends up in there at 15, going in Dizzy's place. It was the quickest game the Isle ever had. She poisoned the remaining food and water, and thanks to her mother, she was able to go without it while waiting.
Uma and Harry were in together. Uma was 11, and Harry was 12. Ever since they've been inseparable, but they don't talk about what happened in there.
Carlos is a lucky one. His cousin Ivy took his place, and she burned the Isle of Doom to the ground. She's one of the few never allowed back there, as the next year's games weren't as entertaining for the oldest villains. (But that's the year they found out there's just a smidge of magic on the isle, because the few trees that were there grew back)
Many VK's try to disappear to avoid the games. Some live under the Isle in the tunnels, which has driven a couple mad.
And yet Auradon doesn't realize what is happening - or they just don't care.
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ashersanity · 5 months
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WORKOUT BUDDY! WHITNEY
“He’s the worst, isn’t he?”
whitney as your workout buddy, brought to you by asher.
pairings : m!whitney x gn!pc (mentions of m!pc too)
cw! dub-con?, non consensual touches, stalkerish behavior, whitney being a creep
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- art is by @shoknsfw, my #1 whitney artist
“Fuck. Let me show you what a real workout is, slut.”
workout buddy! whitney who’s not known for being the most welcoming, cheerful person at the gym. always with a trained, pissed off look on his face, glaring at anyone who dares to interrupt him between reps as he’s busy lifting weights, sending them off to scurry away to the other side of the gym. lucky for you though, it seems you caught his attention, silently watching you from afar with an unreadable look in his eyes.
workout buddy! whitney who insists on correcting your form whenever you’re lifting weights, the smug bastard unable to help himself when it comes to correcting someone else. of course, that poor person just happens to be you, newbie who doesn’t know the very first thing about posture or tempo. don’t worry, the delinquent’s here to help. rough hand placed onto your back to straighten your spine or so he claims while the other one is grasping at your hip, trailing lower then it really should.
workout buddy! whitney who gets a bit too comfortable with your personal space, starting off with light, ‘accidental’ brushes to your lower back, eventually finding themselves down to your behind that he loves to press against with his crotch. enjoys the startled squeaks that elicits from you, clear grin on his face once you whip your head around to meet his avoidant gaze, pretending to be innocent.
workout buddy! whitney who’s a complete and utter bastard and refuses to share his bottle of water with you, making a show of drinking it right in front of you, soft, pink lips wrapped around the rim of his flask. oh, how you wish you could get a taste of that sweet, sweet water to quench the undeniable thirst in your mouth. only willing to lend you some if you beg for it, frantic pleas bringing a smirk to his lips. proceeds to pull you into an unexpected kiss, forcing the liquid down your throat for you to swallow. sloppily kissing you with his tongue just for him to pull away and walk off like nothing happened.
workout buddy! whitney who you somehow run into constantly at the showers with his gym clothes already off, toned body slicked with sweat and humidity from the steaming water. probably the most awkward experience you have to live through, standing next to him beneath the shower sprays raining down onto your naked bodies. no need to be nervous, you’re both guys aren’t you? leers at you the whole time, wandering hands dipping down to ‘accidentally’ squeeze and get a feel of your ass.
workout buddy! whitney who has your entire schedule memorized, from when you first walk into the gym, which exercises you do, how many sets in total you have, specific shower time. what a coincidence it is, bumping into the blond near the entrance as you’re ready to head out, him pulling you back to invite you for a night at the pub that he desperately hopes you accept. might end up with him slipping you inside his run-down apartment, firm arm wrapped around your waist, smirking to himself.
workout buddy! whitney who’s getting increasingly impatient in his pursuit of you, quick and heavy breath fanning the shell of your ear, being all too close for something that’s simply the demonstration of an exercise. trapping you between his strong arms to keep you in place, not-so-subtly getting himself off by grinding against your leg, throbbing boner in his sweats. shit, that shocked expression on your face and your little squirms is everything to the bully, restraining himself from fucking you right then and there.
workout buddy! whitney who now has you bent over one of the benches or pressed up against the lockers as he ruthlessly fucks into you, propping your leg up over his hip for support, balls meeting your stretched out hole with every slap resounding lowly in the changing room. fuck, he knew you’d crack one day, it was just a matter of time before he finally got his hands on you, now forever his to claim. whitney’s own fucking gym buddy now turned into his personal slut, eagerly taking in his fat cock. what a whore you are, slut.
anything to say, asher?
- “FEM!WHITNEY AS YOUR WORKOUT BUDDY, CANT FUCKING CONCENTRATE, I’D BE STARING AT HER TITS THE ENTIRE TIME. LICKING THAT SWEAT OFF NO NEED TO SHOWER WHEN YOU HAVE M—“
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propertyofjameswilson · 3 months
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Goofy Wilson
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spac3trash · 6 months
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he refuses to get it removed...
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toasteaa · 29 days
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Something something you stop by Neuvillette's office to bring him something and have a quick visit and the second you leave, a sun shower starts up.
Slowly at first, as if the sky itself is hesitant to let the rain fall before it opens up completely. Rain lines the streets with gold and clings to fresh flowers sitting in open stalls. A few citizens seek shelter under awnings and cafe umbrellas; one couple braves the rain and laughs on their stroll.
This rain is warm. Welcoming. Unlike the cold, unforgiving rain that follows an evening trial.
It's an embrace; a realization and a confession rolled up in one, heavy, cloudless rain.
One that you just haven't figured out yet.
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