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Goddamn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eggman straight up GRAB a motherfucker and throw them to the ground with his bare hands outside of the comics

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goodnight dhmis fans

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a self insert fanfic: i brushed my long blonde hair out my face to show off my clear blue eyes and pale complexion

my colored ass:

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a self insert fanfic: i slipped on my size 00 jeans and smiled as he wrapped his arms around my tiny waist!

my fat ass:

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self insert fanfic: they towered over my small and short frame.

my amazonian ass:

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ThESE HIT HARDDDDD

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self insert fanfic: only for my dad to say I couldn’t go to the dance.

My fatherless ass:

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Self insert fanfic: he gazed into my big round eyes.

My Asian ass:

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Self insert fanfic: his thumb grazed over my small perky breast

My big tiddie ass:

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This post jumped me in an arby’s parking lot

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Finished some old King sketches before we get shot in the knee tomorrow let’s goo

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When I was a kid, I hated the Smurf cartoons so much that I’d go into a bloodthirsty rage every time I saw the Smurfs. It got so bad that my family had to make a code word and a plan. My mom would scan the area as I looked down, and if she saw anything Smurf-related, she’d scream “ADIDAS!” and I’d cover my eyes and be held by my mother as she took me to a safe space. I’d fantasize in depth about biting off their heads and seeing blue blood rushing out, spitting their disgusting little hats out of my mouth. I’d think about putting binder clamps on their little Smurf tails and hanging them from my drawer knobs. I’d fantasize in depth about watching them struggle until the blood flow finally fucked them up into oblivion, or if they were hardy little Smurfs, until they starved or became fully dehydrated. I’d think about using pliers to pull at their Smurf noses. I wanted to press their eyes into their skulls. God. I never hurt anyone during these rages, I’d just drop onto the ground as my vivid imagination overtook me. I think I may have thought so hard about a scenario that I shifted into a reality full of dead Smurfs, actually. Right in the middle of my elementary school teacher talking about the Cold War and giving a really really basic and inaccurate description of communism. I saw a mountain of dead Smurfs, and I felt their bones crackle under me as I stepped on their bodies to get to a throne at the top. But I also could’ve just passed out and had a surreal and vivid dream because I hadn’t slept in two days (I saw an episode of Family Guy and the baby scared me since babies don’t do that). Anyway it all wore off because I had to be hospitalized due to a medical emergency and I was put into a Smurf-themed ambulance. I just began associating them with being helpless and in pain. Now I fear them. This picture makes me sick. I don’t like Smurfs. Fuck the Smurfs. Gargamel was right and I would have sex with him.