CartersBird’s Comments
RIP Toast
MD is on a roll with this. #Blackout 2018?
What is that, a tranny?
This makes me lol
Good.
Yes, aream.
Fuck living in that general aream
Yeah, I can't think of anyone else who gets away with being a bigger faggot.
Damn white folks.
You were the one with a bottle on his head.
Fred?
Welp now we gotta fuck.
Hivemind.
East*
Your dad hits you.
That does not fix my hungry problem.
I don't get why exactly Lebanon is important for this pic. Give me a good backstory and I may bless this post with an upvote.
Gots me aching for a loaded baked potato.
And now, a Giggles joke.
Q: What separates humans from animals?
A: The Atlantic Ocean.
Now that's a powerful and polite negress.
I enjoyed it.
The year is 2039. Thanos just finishes his shift as a milkman.
He loads his empty milk crates back into his truck and takes it back to the depot, before picking up his own two bottles and heading home.
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Thanos pushes the door open - it's 04:48. His wife, Theresa, is still asleep.
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Thanos sits down on his sofa. He peels the foil off the top of the milk and gently brings it to his lips, pausing briefly. Is someone watching him? No. Of course not.
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With a sigh, Thanos pushes himself out. He's older now than he cares to recognise, not what he once was.
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Moving over to the bookshelf, he moves a dusty metal mouthpiece from the top of a slightly cleaner book. A photo album. Memories. Thanos sighs again.
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Peeling the pages apart, like how sweat would later stick himself to the bedsheets, he grins. Resting between the pages were the still faces of those who had once tried to stop him.
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New clippings - headlines - internet posts. All of the fighting. All of the drama.
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And what for?
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Thanos slumped down into the privace of his chair - his body clicked and a grimace followed each shaky movement.
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The chair itself rattled as he pressed his weight into it - the red and gold metal shooting light across the room, into Dr Strange's line of sight - though partially blinded, he could see the chair clearly enough to tell it was made of Iron Man's suit.
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Thanos coughed - a hollow, haunting noise. His bald head hit the back of his makeshift throne. Movement came from upstairs - Theresa was up.
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In pain now, and through a raspy breath that sounded so familiar, he called:
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"Theresa?"
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She came into the room - her long pink night gown trailing behind her.
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Theresa had a chiseled face. Stubble spread across her chin and decorated her neck, trailing off until the hairs disappeared under the soft, pink fabric.
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Her short black hair stood with the weight of an expensive gel.
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Dr Strange watched the scene in Awe. Theresa - Tony Stark - walked over to Thanos and held his head up gently, caressing his neck with adoration. He was old now.
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Dr strange turned around. Thanos was dying. It was no place of his to intrude. And so he left.
"Earn" is a strong word.
"Seat and no pooping"
Realn't.