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The way I would fight YB myself just to date Don 💕

Lucy and Don belongs to @y0urb0yfriend

Here’s Geoffrey St. John’s awesome qt of a wife~ HERRRSHEY CAAAAAT SLASH SSSSTTT. JOOHHNNN~

Because I rather love her too.

(All images from Archie’s Sonic the Hedgehog series; credit to SonicScanf)

Ghost + Goore as drafts I never posted because I forgot the context of why I wrote them

Cumulus: “I don’t live with these idiots! These idiots live with me!”

II: “Hello people who don’t work here anymore…”

Dewdrop: “STOP USING MY BURRITOS AS RACOON BAIT!”

Copia: *Voice cracks during Rats verse*

III: “It is my god damn Italian right to be dramatic!”

I: “B-but the pancakes! THE PANCAKES BROTHER!”

Swiss: “Did I call an emergency meeting just because we were out of Cheetos? Yes. I did. *whispers* (and Im not sorry about it)”

Mary Goore: “Breaking news: Local assholes burn down taco stand stationed in hearse”

Cirrus: “Im just a girl…towering over a guy…telling him to get his shit together. Seriously. Get your shit together man.”

Aether: “No dude. Im not talking about what happened in Japan.”

Strong-Armed

Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Sallie May, Moxxie, Striker, Blitzo Ship: Sallie May / Blitzo A/N: because I can, and she would. Let’s just assume this takes place post-games and pre-holy weapon discovery. Summary: Sallie May challenges Moxxie, Striker, and Blitzo to some casual arm wrestling with surprising results. 

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“Are you gonna pout the rest of the night, Tough Guy?” Sallie May teases from the doorway of the living room. 

“I am not pouting,” Moxxie says, but even he has a hard time believing himself. It doesn’t help at all that he crosses his arms over his chest and lets himself sink down on the couch just a little more. 

“Uh huh, sure,” Sallie May snorts, walking over toward him. She drops down to squat nearby, pressing her elbows into her knees and her cheeks to her knuckles. “I’d say it ain’t your fault you got your ass kicked, but it kinda is.” She grins at him cheekily. 

Moxxie turns a glare toward her. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, I assure you it isn’t working.” 

“Oh! I wasn’t,” she says with a chuckle. 

“Lovely,” Moxxie sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then if you’re done bothering me – ”

“I ain’t,” Sallie May says, and when Moxxie looks at her again she’s grinning just a little sharper. Suddenly she reaches out, roughly punching his knee. Whether or not he may have been hurting after the games didn’t seem to matter to her. 

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