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Had to draw Larry in his cute new yukata! Everyone loves a good donut~
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In a lot of fic I see Larry described as average EXCEPT that he's incredibly hung, so I got to wondering about what the equivalent of that would be if he was a lady. Maybe lady Larry is stacked! Her suit jacket just flattens out her shape, haha.
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biblically accurate autism
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
"and the stars look very different today..."
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Maybe if I just work harder, this empty cup will pour again
Maybe the cup needs a bit of time to rest and refill?
Maybe the cup needs to lock the fuck in???
In honor of the news today
a new outlook on microsoft
Aziraphale's cheeks go up like that when he smiles and you can see it even while he has his back turned.
He is smiling. Crowley is smiling. They are both crying and smiling.
ice really tries to leave rank at the door but you know mav exploits the shit out of the title - it only gets worse when ice makes SECNAV
drawing kisses instead of doing my final projects due tmr 😛
Snowball Fight
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(The gang are having a field day at Glaseado Mountain)
Roy: Hey Amethio, you wanna be in a snowball fight with us?
Amethio: (Steps back, uncertainty on his face)
Liko: Amethio, what’s the problem?
Amethio: I’ve never actually been in a snowball fight.
Liko: Really?
Amethio: I don’t even know the rules. Is there like a point system, or is it... (Eyes focused and voice low) to the death?
Realizing I never posted this LOL
art based on a post by @katarithekat which I don't know how to link to hELP
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Summary: Amethio never believed himself to be any good at texting—but when it came to texting Liko he at least wanted to try. Rated: G Words: 4858 Pairing: Liko/Amethio
Texting had never been Amethio’s preferred method of communication. Phone calls were simpler and left less room for misunderstandings. If he needed to relay a message that required organization and careful review then he could write an email instead. Texting was for nothing more than idle prattle, and Amethio wasn’t interested in that. In his eyes, he only ever needed to text if talking on the phone or sending an email wasn’t an option.
That changed when he added Liko to his contacts.
Exchanging phone numbers had originally been a tactical decision to keep him in touch with the Rising Volt Tacklers. They needed a way to communicate efficiently while attempting to free the Six Heroes from the Explorers’ headquarters, and using their phones just made the most sense. After that, calls became a way for them to serve as each others’ liaisons of mutually beneficial information while plotting to erase Laquium from the world. All in all, the two of them staying in contact was necessary for their shared goal and was ultimately strictly professional.
…For a while, anyway.
Amethio didn’t actually know when the shift happened exactly, but at some point, their conversations extended beyond work. Liko liked to talk, and Amethio learned that he liked to listen. The enthusiasm she had for her adventures and the genuine love she felt for Pokemon was captivating. What was more, she seemed to be equally invested in the things he had to say.
Before long, Liko had started sending him mundane text messages during the day—pictures of Pokemon she’d seen, or places she’d been to, or things that made her think of him. Amethio hadn’t been sure what to make of it in the beginning. He’d never had casual conversations through text with someone, but if Liko was the person he was texting then he wasn’t opposed to trying.
Amethio wasn’t especially good at texting. It took him some time to learn the ins-and-outs and adjust to the back-and-forth nature of it. Eventually, the… friendlier he and Liko became, the longer their shared chat history grew. In no time at all, Amethio was on his phone into the late hours of the night, watching with quiet anticipation as three small dots pulsed at the bottom of his screen. It was the indication that Liko was typing—still awake and wanting to talk to him as much as he wanted to talk to her.
He knew how uncouth it was for someone to be absorbed in their phone all the time—he also knew how foolish it was for him to lose sleep over texting a girl—but he couldn’t help himself. Maybe he should have been ashamed of it, but he ended up finding it strangely exhilarating instead.
Once they started dating, texting Liko was a routine part of Amethio’s day. Checking for a message from her became the first thing he did in the morning and the last thing he did at night.
While he still didn’t consider himself a texting expert, he was decent enough to get by. Liko never seemed bothered by it, at least. Unlike him, she was well-versed when it came to all matters of phones, internet lingo, and everything in between. She could type at a rapid-fire pace and decorated her messages with a wide assortment of stickers and emojis. It was as endearing as it was mind-boggling, and just so charmingly Liko.
Amethio couldn’t stop the way his heart raced with the erratic tempo of a teenager in love every time his phone pinged. A small part of him wondered if his texts ever made her heart race the same way. Honestly, he doubted it. While he may have had a way with words in person or over the phone, nothing Amethio said via text was especially swoon-worthy—that much was obvious even to him. His messages were woefully plain next to hers.
…Still, the idea of it was nice—even if he didn’t think he could pull it off the way she did.
Read it all on AO3.
breaking news! new beautiful photo of the best species of frog in the world just dropped
cochranella euknemos, 📸 nuqui_herping on instagram
for everyone in the notes lamenting that this guy is poisonous: they are not! they're just pretty :) since they're a glass frog, their major defense mechanism is being translucent and hiding their blood while they sleep so they look extra translucent and blend in with leaves <3
Sorry if it’s a little cramped- had to make this all fit in ten photos. Hope you guys like it….. and again…. sorry Andrew
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The window visual did me in I’m wheezing
I haven’t seen this in years and yet it is burned into my memory forever.
This is on the short list of Eternal Reblog because it’s fucking legendary.
An honourable candidate for the @hellsite-hall-of-fame
It’s been too long since this was last on my fyp