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one tab open on the terror (2018), the other tab open on “schools with polar studies degree”
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Stolas, Great Prince of Hell Andras, Great Marquis of Hell Duke Agares, Commander of 31 Demon Legions Abraxas, Ruler of Heretical Basilidians Caim, Commander of Over 30 Demon Legions
Works by Thiago Lehmann
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EDUCATION EDUCATION EDUCATION AND WAR IS BACK ON SPOTIFY AFTER YEEAAARS watch me get Coming Home on #1 of my Wrapped in just one week
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borvooven · 5 days
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that's basically how Rapture went
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Dr. Harry D.S. Goodsir: yeah polar bears are actually extrememy large, no other land-living mammal gets as big as th-
Jim Fitzjimbles: Well acshually🤓☝️I did see a rather ferocious tiger in India once
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borvooven · 6 days
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watching In The Soup rn for Steve💕 BUT THERES SAM ROCKWELL TOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE BABYGIRL???
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borvooven · 6 days
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Sharing a moment. CHPT. 5
1096 words, Fix-it, mild annoyance to lovers
NOTE: this chapter starts a tad angsty but gets better quick :)
Mr. Pink/Mr. Brown Mark Nussy/Dennis Koonstock
summary:
Mark and Brown discuss their issues like healthy people (non cannon compliant)
By the time Mark gets home he’s wallowing in his thoughts. He was whipped for Brown, no doubt. The question was why, and did Brown feel the same? There’s no way, he clearly had a girl somewhere. Even if he did, was he worth outing himself for?
The thought of Brown seeing him different. Seeing him as less.
Mark opens his door and gets some food ready.
But if he had felt the same, that would be something. For a second he let himself imagine it. As he imagines it, he realizes it’s what he had spent his morning doing. Waking up with him, making breakfast, joking around. Until that goddamn phone call. Mark could feel his jealousy flair. He snaps out of it. He shouldn’t be hating some poor girl, she did nothing wrong.
He rubs his face and looks down at his sandwich. It looks a lot less appetizing than he imagined it. Mark puts it in the fridge, he doesn’t want to watch a movie, so he just takes another walk.
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For the last few days leading up to the heist Mark avoids Brown as much as he could, he was sure Brown noticed.
“Hey Pink, you wanna go get food after this?” Brown stops him before he could escape. “Nah, I have some stuff to get to.” “Really? Or are you just avoiding me?” Brown’s question makes Mark’s blood still for a second. “Um-” Mark looks around at the others talking, White’s eyes glance at him with a knowing look. Oh he can fuck off. “We shouldn’t talk about this here.” “Well then let’s talk about it over dinner.”
Mark’s jaw tightens, but his walls crumble when Brown gives a final, “Please?” Looking up at Brown’s soft eyes, he can’t say no.
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The car ride was wordless. Mark knew it was from awkwardness, not anger. Still, he was too scared to say anything. He just watches Brown’s reflection in the window. His brow was tight with worry. Mark watches his eyes move while he looks at the road. He had a good face. Well, an interesting face at least. His expressions were easy enough to read. The car stops and Brown smiles and turns to him. “We’re here.”
Mark can’t help but smile back. He looks up at him then to the building. “Tacos.” He looks at the building, it looks almost broken down. “Yeah, it’s the best stuff in LA.” They walk in and get a table. The moment they get a seat, Brown says.
“So what’s up, is it touching? Cuz I can stop-” “No- I mean yes?- No, it’s- that’s a part of it I guess.” Mark holds his hand in his head and sighs. “Part of it?” Brown mumbles, his face fills with sadness. “Well, I mean it’s nothing you did wrong. You’re great! Perfect!” Mark finds himself reaching out for Brown’s hand. Well, he can’t stop now. “So what is it? I want to know how to fix this, Pink.”
Mark’s heart fills with dread. There’s no way he can tell him. It could get him kicked out of the heist, or worse. “The heist!” He blurts. “What?” “Yeah, I mean, with the heist, we weren’t supposed to be close.” He says this like he’s found an answer to a pop quiz, which he guesses he has. “Oh, I guess you're right..” “I had just realized we got too close, hell, I think of you as a friend and I don’t even know your name!” Mark pulls his hand back and waves it about.
“Dennis.”
Mark freezes and looks at Brown.
“What?” Mark mutters.
“Um.” he immediately looks like he regrets it, but Mark can see him steel himself. “My name is Dennis, and I think of you as a friend too, and I don’t want to stop talking to you when this is done.”
Mark stares at him, he doesn’t know how to respond. “You can’t- you didn’t- no.” He stands, feeling his head do something funny, like all his blood dropped to his feet. He stumbles from lightheadedness. “No?” Brown asks, he stands next to Mark and Mark doesn’t realize he’s holding him up until he lets go again.
“Is something wrong” A waitress asks
Mark is only partially aware of his surroundings. Dennis. That’s his name, why did he tell him, that could jeopardize the heist. What should he do?
“Yeah, I think my friend is just hungry.” Brown puts his hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Yeah..” Mark mutters. He could tell Joe, no. If he told Joe Brown could get hurt.
They sit down and Mark feels his head slowly still. “Are you ready to order?” The waitress asks.
“Yeah can we get…”
Brown’s voice dies out in Mark’s head. He was attached. Who was he kidding, his name didn’t do anything he was already obsessed with the guy.
“Are you okay?” Brown asks. Mark nods and sighs. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry, I- you did nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have told you.”
They sit in a guilty silence for a second, Mark watches Brown’s hands, Dennis’s hand in the middle of the table.
“Dennis, Dennis suits you.” he mutters as he looks up at him and sees Dennis smile as he takes his hand over the table.
They talk while they eat, they talk about meaningless bullshit. They walk to the car, hand in hand.
“You couldn’t fight a fucking bear.” Mark claims “Yes I could, I’m telling you if I had a good knife and time, I could win a fight with a bear!” They sit in the car in a pleasant silence, Mark glances over at Dennis, who seems to be trying to decide something. He turns to Mark, somewhat suddenly, clearly nervous.
“Hey Pink.” “Yeah?”
“Do you- I mean are you- or um. Like.. hrrmm.” He tries to figure out what he’s saying, leaving Mark in confusion. “What?” Mark asks. “Do you like guys?” He finally asks
Mark feels a bit disappointed in this question. “What?” He asks again, this time with a tired voice. “I just held your hand for probably an hour straight.” “Yeah but was that a friend hand hold, or like-” “Dennis!” Mark puts his hand on his shoulder “You’re a dumbass.” He leans over and grabs Dennis’s chin, planting a firm kiss on the edge of his mouth.
He pulls away and smirks. “Does that answer your question?” “Yes, but now I have like twenty more..” Dennis looks awed and flustered
“Oh my fucking god.” Mark buries his face in his hands “You’re fucking stupid.”
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borvooven · 6 days
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Just made my own template
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Tried to fit in all the characters
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"two bodyguards drag me away" has been my fav way to finish insane sentences, its up there with "who said that", "can anyone hear me", "is this thing on" and "its so dark in here"
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T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Yeah I’ll drink to that
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John Marston, 1899 / 1911
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borvooven · 7 days
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Marina honestly did more for my understanding of my mental health with "I feel like I'm the worst so I always act like I'm the best" than my therapist did during 3 years of therapy
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hour sketch practice with mr. pink. as i get more into these exercises hopefully i'll get better at getting more detail in the bg in the time limit too lol
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in case anyone was wondering if i was exaggerating when i said i cant stop drawing him
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someone told me Sith Lord Steve Buscemi like a year ago when i was working on my thesis and writing a chapter on the shape triangle in character design or some other insane wank like that so i sketched this. i don’t remember who it was but this is for you(but mostly for me).
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