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Assorted Nintendo Comics Masterpost

The Assorted Comics masterpost started to get a bit too hefty on its own so I decided to split it up into categories. One of those categories is just Nintendo games in general!

If any games here passed the threshold of 20 comics, they’ll earn their own masterpost, in which case you’ll be able to find them on the masterposts page! If any such move has occurred, it’ll be noted here!

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Hi Would You Like To Talk To Me About Dinosaurs?

Пустой день

За день не сделал абсолютно ничего полезного. Не сходил на почту, не порисовал, не почитал, не сделал уроки. Весь день я только и делал что лежал, свернувшись от холода в клубочек под одеялом и слушал как сверлят соседи. От этого ужасно болит голова, из-за чего я очень туго соображаю. И что хуже всего, таблетки от головы не помогают. Сейчас всё вроде успокоилось, поэтому, возможно, я посмотрю какой-нибудь фильм, что бы день не был потрачен совсем зря. Буду рад вашим рекомендациям. 12.09.14 21:35

Harry and Eggsy, taken by Lee in 1993

robert downey jr and benedict cumberbatch during every scene in Infinity War knowing damn well that they’ve both been Sherlock

Waiting for the rain to pass

I like to think Katara would eat ice cream even when it's cold and raining while Zuko likes to have something to warm him up

Today is my birthday! My mom don't like MCR, but she present this to me!

My favourite sort of glass

Inktober Day 18. Waiting

@iffy-kanoknit @melisjevisje

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Mr Pickle doesn’t get very many visitors.

His human wasn’t the sociable type in the slightest, and hence many guests didn’t visit Mr Pickle. Apart from the bald man with glasses occasionally, who would stagger into the bathroom in the wee hours, empty the contents of his stomach into the toilet, and give Mr Pickle a pat up on his shelf. Or the other, more easygoing gentleman, who always sang as he made water, especially when he, the bald man and Mr Pickle’s human were drinking.

The bathroom isn’t thought to be a vantage point of the home. Yet from here, perched on his special shelf, alongside the lines of butterflies, Mr Pickle can see everything he needs to. He can see the shadow looming from the door when it opens at night, the flick of the yellow-tinged hall light. The sound of oxford-clad feet, the rustle of an expensive coat being hung on its hook, and an umbrella swinging into place beside it.

When he had a body, years ago, he would be in the hallway right this second, gambolling around the pinstripe-suited tower legs of his human. And settling on his haunches on the plush carpet for a well-coveted scratch behind the ears.

But his body is a little frozen now, suctioned into place on his shelf, with his special golden plaque. So instead of running to meet his human, Mr Pickle must wait, until his dark-haired, long-legged human comes to greet him, and use the lavatory. He always brings a book with him too- 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea is Mr Pickle’s favourite.

Sometimes, the hallway light won’t flick on until the following morning. Or for several mornings after that. On these occasions, when he was a short furry little body, the bald man would visit, to ration out his bowl of dinner, and sometimes slip him a slice of bacon. But now, he needs no food. So all he can do is wait. A handful of times, weeks pass before Mr Pickle’s human returns, usually red-eyed with fatigue, and bladder bursting. The first thing he does is pay Mr Pickle a visit, which makes him feel very loved and appreciated indeed. But there’s not much talking then, and a flump from upstairs several moments after their reunion will tell Mr Pickle that his human has surrendered to exhausted dreams.

No matter how long he’s gone the human always comes home, eventually. To read the newspapers that slowly pile up against the front door, and tend to the modest garden that blossomed out the back.

Until one day, Mr Pickle’s human doesn’t.

The air in the house feels different, the day after, but he ignores it. His human would come home. He always did. But the funny taste of the air lingers, and the halls remain silent and still, ever since Mr Pickle’s human’s boy ran out in a flood of tears.

But Mr Pickle’s human would come home soon.When he had a body, and he was good, his human would give him treats. He just had to keep waiting patiently, like a good boy. Even as the newspapers that thwack onto the front door pile so high they spill over one day, and the garden grows wild and untamed. Mr Pickle waits, as the loneliness drapes over him like a death shroud, and the endless cycle of sunshine, moonlight beaming through the curtains glazes his eyes over.

Eventually, the hall light flicks back on one night. But it’s not his human that stumbles through the door in a zombie-like stupor, face puffy from crying. It’s his human’s boy, the shorter, suit-wearing man, who throws his coat on the floor, and rockets up stairs to collapse on the bed into a ball of agony and tears.

He doesn’t say hello to Mr Pickle. So Mr Pickle waits, like he always does, a steadfast picture of patience. For his human, his real human, to come home.

The funny texture of the air never leaves. Mr Pickle is almost used to it, now. The new taste of the air, the foreign smells of the blond-haired boy and his equally fair-haired lady, as they live and breathe and exist in this house.

The woman visits him in the bathroom, from time to time. But she never says hello, just breezes in and out as though he isn’t even there.

So Mr Pickle waits. Waits and waits and waits.

Because maybe if he keeps waiting, his human will finally come home, and say hello.

so like when zuko becomes fire lord do u think his portrait is put up everywhere like his dad’s was

like zuko definitely didn’t WANT it to happen, but the fire nation is just so used to being a faccist regime that they just go ahead and start putting their new leader’s face everywhere and zuko is so “ugh” about it but he also has way more important things to focus on so he develops a very choose-your-battles kinda attitude towards it

but do you think the gaang finds it hilarious? do you think they put up tiny portraits of zuko in their own homes for the hilarity of it? do u think Sokka and Suki have a portrait of zuko in every room in their house? do you think they say good morning to it every day? do you think they kiss it goodnight? do you-