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aesthetic-gem · 4 months
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the intense narrative foiling between the death of q!tubbo and the death of q!badboyhalo.
q!tubbo’s death felt like it happened so suddenly. many of those around him didn’t even believe it was real. one second he was playing around and then for a brief instant he begged for his life and then he was gone.
q!bbh’s death felt very slow. that he himself was stretching it out for as long as possible. there was time for him to prepare and for others to realize. to have the terrible feeling of grieving someone while they’re still alive.
and that’s not to say that q!tubbo’s death was random and out of nowhere because it wasn’t. similar to q!bbh, you could see his slow path to self destruction for months. but once again, those two were foils to one another.
q!tubbo was not one to hide it. the way he would say that he wouldn’t shower or change his clothes for brief periods of time. that he would willingly let himself get hurt without a care in the world. the thought that no one would take him seriously about things and he had said that thought out loud before. he spent his last moments gambling his own life away.
q!bbh would always try to hide it. although the evidence was clearly on his face and back, he would deny deny deny until those last final days. and even then it was only to those he trusted. he let himself get hurt by the soul vultures in his own home away from everyone else. he spent his last moments alone, panicking over old memories that still hurt him.
in the end, their commonality lays in that the kids were always the first ones to realize something was wrong. that they could see that the decline was slow but meaningful to them. the two soulhunters, bound together by fighting so fiercely to protect those who were not even their own, although it led to their deaths. the realm of the living waits for their returns and misses them in the shape of eggs
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Imagine this, friends... (this is positive stuff!) While we're all sad about Chuckie T, he's probably out there laughing at all of us! Wrestled for 21 years with some of the best! He got to make friends, travel the world and leave so many memories and a huge legacy in-ring! That part is not up for debate. Anyone who puts their life on the line and does anything in a ring or outside of one, leaves a legacy that will be remembered! One that will forever be cherished and remembered for the goat he is! Chuck is probably out here happy for all of the memories he made and excited for this new journey he'll travel on next! He still gets to hang with his best friends! We still might see appearances of him with Orange or other friends even! He'll soon get to help produce the bangers we'll see and he'll get to help coach new & old wrestlers to become the best like he is and always will be! Think of the in-ring career as a pause, not a finish. He's just taking a break from it and doing other fun, incredible things! :) Chuck Taylor's not done yet. This isn't a "Dustin Checks Out". This is Kentucky Gentleman Chuck Taylor, continuing his legacy in the world of wrestling! <3
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Hank: You are so loud.
Brennan: I very often have to tell eleven-year-olds about slippery hills. I have to be loud.
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🌷 <- tulip?
I've been hoarding some of these for a while. I'm making good progress on there is no other land, so here is a snippet after the cut:
Roy took a deep breath and entered his hotel room. Jamie sat on the settee, facecloth held to his cheek, presumably with ice inside. “Where else are you hurt?” Roy asked, eyeing Jamie up and down as if he could X-ray the younger man himself.  “I’m not hurt,” Jamie scoffed.  Beard and Roy eyed Jamie warily; neither is a stranger to hiding injuries.  “This isn’t hurt; this is just a little cut,” Jamie rolled his eyes. “It weren’t even a punch, just clipped me with his ring, is all.” Roy wanted to shake Jamie for his nonchalance, as if any injury to the younger man wouldn’t be an affront to all of Roy’s principles. Well, to be fair he could see why Jamie wouldn’t see that. Roy wasn’t the same person who was ready to fight Jamie at the drop of a hat. He’d spent the last six months looking out for the lad’s wellbeing. But in this hellscape he’d punched him less than six weeks ago. No wonder Jamie didn’t trust him. “Jamie, that still counts,” Roy said, lowering his voice to the register he saved for Phoebe when she was upset.  It’s the same tone he realised he used after Wembley, the first time he’d laid witness to the destruction James Tartt left in his wake. The first time Roy laid witness to the wounds he left on his son’s body and soul. Roy would have given anything for that to have been the last time. “Look. I’m sorry I broke curfew, but I didn’t want him trying to get to the changing room like last time. Just tell me, am I playing tomorrow, or are you going to tell Ted?” Jamie directed the question to Beard.  “You’re not playing,” Roy answered anyway.   One way to make sure Jamie didn’t fuck his ankle during the match tomorrow was to keep him on the sidelines. 
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On the one hand, Ted directly calling himself a straight man
On the other hand, Trent's obsession with Ted reaching previously unheard-of heights and Beard 100% clocking him
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mifflebat · 3 months
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Request- Young Splinter? From any version of tmnt, but I was thinking your own iteration!
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young splinter and his best buddy!
this made me so happy i love getting to talk about iteration turtles, their origins in particular (i’ll ramble in tags) thank you so much for the ask!
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flightybuttlass · 3 months
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my mom, for the last 10 years, has been obsessed with the folk pop band formed by the sons of our local pediatricians, but gaur-an-teed they earn similar money to me and she doesn't realize that they're probably costing off their parents's wealth in the way she accused me of doing
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volivolition · 1 month
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Idk if you saw or not but a new chapter of the fury of a shattered mirror dropped last night! I haven’t read it yet but I thought I should let you know 😎👍
awughgh HELL YEAH!! ive been away from my laptop for a while so i didnt see, thank you birdy!! :] this is the best news ive had all day hkjgh <33 excited very excited going to read it now <33
#volta transmissions#SKILLS ARE BACK BABEYYYYYYY!! ehehehehe :] oh i LOVE seeing them come back from just ''??????'' SMILES REALLY HAPPILY#welcome back to the world little ones... oh im so happy to see them... :'] ''You do you softie'' EHEHE... skills interactions :D! yay!!!!!#okay i'll add more liveblogging in the tags as i go probably hkjhg <33 i appreciate you very much birdy <33#''the avant-garde prick is just making shit up again'' HAKJDHKJ... ''You did us proud holding out til the end'' WAH... ENDURANCE... ;O;#WELCOME BACK ENCY SMILES!!! no motorics skills yet though thats to be expected hkjh <3 ency ''you have the facts'' and#empathy ''and the emotions'' HKJGH IS THAT A FACTSFEELINGS SKILLSPOSTING REFERENCE /J lots of voli talking!!! very happy about this <3#VOLITION - ''if we had the logician here...'' ''...'' ''damnit i thought that would work'' HAHAJKSHDSKJH SMILES. HA.#''Punch something. maybe Coach will show up'' HHFKJH... oh my god this makes me so happy... cmon we gotta get the gang back together...#half light!! hello!! my darling!! LETS GO!! ough buT NOT ENOUGH TO GET ARMS BACK NOOUIGHJ MOTORICS WHERE ARE YOU LITTLE BUDDIES???#''try to get eyes back online'' ''come on come on--'' OUGH I LOVE... i love how theyre all supporting each other as they come back online..#TEAMWORK!! CMON LETS GET EVERYONE BACK!! YEAH BOI WE GOT A MOTORICS BACK UP!! HELLO PERCEP! calm down! you need composure in here!!#THE JOYWIRE... OUGH STOP STOP IM SO FOND... VOLI CMON. nooo ourgh takes damage... ''You were really gonna cut me out?'' AWAH... WAHHH!!!!!#ow my heart my HEART. chemi baby my little darling... hugging him kissing his forehead... THERES OUR LOGICIAN HELLO DARLING!!#hkjh trying to cue in interfacing DAMN :'] good metaphor anyway concept it was very well laid. voli keeping track of each of them too hehe#HI DRAMA YAYY! platonic love story! friends!!! ''Neuroplasticity's off the charts.'' ''I'm surprised you know a word that long that isn't-#'''amphetamines''' ''Dextromethorphan asshole'' HAJKSH YOU FUCKING TELL 'EM! YOU'RE NOT E-CHEMISTRY FOR NOTHING!!!#again with trying to get Phys back in hkjhg INLANDDD SMILES HI THERE DREAMER!! Logic just like ''yeah. i hate it here.'' ''have you tried?'#okay this is the 20th tag. hopefully a reblog will be enough to finish out my thoughts but god knows i have so much to say hjhg#esprit: Birdy
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Daily Prompts - Day 5
Be excited!
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A dripping sound echoed through the halls.
Oozy smells of humidity and mould filled her nostrils. Her head throbbed in the place she had been hit before.
She opens her eyes to find dark stone walls, barely illuminated by the light coming through the cracks on the door. Her hands were behind her back, bound by chackles. She tests their durability by pulling on them, pretty firm.
She's by herself in the room...
No windows, no vents, a single door - the only way out.
Other than her head, nothing seemed to be hurt, that was good.
She closes her eyes, trying to hear something. She can hear the faint sound of voices, one sounds like a woman and the other like a man... it's a lower voice it almost sounds like...
"Shadow-san?" She whispers.
By the way she's tied up she assumes the same would be true for him, which could only mean the woman wasn't anyone she'd want to see.
She tries to remember how she got here, but her head is blank, they must’ve caught her by surprise.
She hears the voices pick up. There's some screams and slams, a struggle. Then, all of a sudden, a bang on the other side of the wall and what she could clearly distinguish as Shadow-san’s wails of pain.
"Shadow-san!!" She says louder. Probably not the best idea, but she couldn’t help herself.
The struggle stops, all noises do, except for the constant dripping of the walls.
She hears steps, the fight is back on, except they seem to be going farther away, then closer again.
The door of the room she's in is slammed open and on the other side? Coach Brunt with a scowl and one heck of a black eye. Carmen smirks, knowing exactly who put it there.
Her smile drops immediately when she sees him tho. Brunt is dragging him by the scuff of his shirt, his hands also tied on his back. He had a big bruise on his left cheek, and his arms were awfully scratched. His lip was bruised and dripping with blood.
Brunt tosses him to the middle of the room very carelessly.
"Well, look who's up! Did ya miss me, lambkins?" She says in a loud voice.
Carmen winces at the volume. "What did you do to him?" She says as loud as she can manage.
"Now, now, little sheep is that anyway to great your dear momma bear?"
"I don't want anything to do with you, what do you want from us?"
"Carmen, I'm fine." Shadow-san calls to her when he catches his breath.
"Us!?" Brunt plants a foot on Shadow-san’s back, making him grunt. "I don't want nothing from this traitor right here. He's only here for a well-deserved beating."
"By the looks of it, he's not the only one taking a beating." Carmen couldn’t help the jab, she joked when she was nervous.
Shadow-san gives her a strained but honest smile.
"Cute." Brunt sounds unamused. "You wanna bet, little lamb?" She leans harder on him. He makes an effort not to react, probably because Carmen is present. She knows he's strong, but Brunt is a monster.
Not getting much of a reaction Brunt scoffs. "This one was singing earlier." She looks up at Carmen. "What do you say you have a go in the rodeo, lambkins?" Oh, that gets him going.
He struggles under her trying to lift his legs, his body barely moves but he manages to lift it slightly, supporting his and Brunt's weight on his shoulders and knees.
"Leave. Her. Out of this." He grunts.
"Oo- scary." Brunt says, still unamused. "Knock it off with the hero act would you? No need to worry your sorry ass for her. We want her in one piece." She turns to Carmen. "Isn't that right, sweetie?"
"Don't call me that."
Finally, Brunt gets herself off of Shadow-san’s back. She picks him up by his arms and pins him against the wall. He struggles all the way.
She takes the opportunity to punch him in the gut. He makes no noise. "No fun!" She complains.
"Leave him alone!" Carmen yells.
Brunt smirks. "Little lamb's got spunk in her! Isn't that nice, Shadow-san?"
He grumbles. "Leave her alone."
"Aww, I told you not to worry, my grudge isn't against her." Brunt chuckles. "If only he was this caring when you were both back at the island, right lambkins?" She turns to Carmen and gestures with the hand that's not keeping Shadow-san down.
He takes advantage of the position to push back, Brunt stumbles and he turns his body to head butt her.
She lunges at him. He dodges easily and throws his whole body to try and push her. But she is a big woman. It doesn't work.
Brunt tries to hit him again. He moves out of the way. In front of Carmen.
She tries to get up but her chackles are stuck to the wall. If Brunt came towards her, she could get hurt.
This time when Brunt rushes him, he rushes towards her as well instead of getting out of the way, but she's stronger, so she overpowers him and throws him at the wall.
"Argh!" He can't get up in time to dodge this time.
Brunt kicks him, hard.
"SHADOW-SAN!" Carmen cries.
This time, Brunt lifts him up by his neck.
"STOP!" Carmen screams.
Brunt turns to her with a wicked smile on her ugly mug:
"Be excited! Little lamb, you've got a front row seat to the show."
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cementcornfield · 13 days
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https://x.com/fauxjeaux/status/1795983221672321270?s=46&t=4nsvGMTnbYsCN_2D0a2rJg
Tee on his future in Cincy 😔🥺
god this was devastating to listen to 😔
i want so badly for us to win it all this year and reward him with a ring for putting him through all this. and then he can go off and get the bag he deserves on a new team where he can be a star <3
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tennis-kittens · 2 years
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Laver cup 2022 • Tsitsipas vs. Tiafoe • Matteo's reactions
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mini-uzzy · 7 months
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ppl keep talking about how the Amazon show can’t mention Feanor and the Silmarilli bc they don’t have the rights to the Silmarillion (only to the LotR appendices) as if Appendix A didn’t namedrop Feanor on the very first page like
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What the hell are you talking about. What LotR appendices were you reading.
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bisexualbuckleyy · 2 years
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i don’t trust people who hate the coach beard episode of ted lasso
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themanwiththeplan05 · 11 months
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Hey everybody! Here's another
EXPMAU
Post! This time it's Coach Z's turn, and I figured I might as well add his picture above the cut this time for no particular reason! Here goes...
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He's technically a siren (which are their own species in this universe) but he doesn't have the power to lure people. More info on his backstory will be below the cut as usual, and I can only hope it's sufficiently traumatizing this time around.
If this is as much as you care to investigate, then Rock On! \__/,
If not...
...then here's his backstory!
Coach Z (real name unknown) lived his life in a swamp with his group of sirens, where they resided in relative peace and quiet. Sirens naturally love singing, but Coach had aspirations to travel and sing around the world, which developed after meeting and befriending Champeen the Nomad (a young and inexperienced bard). Unfortunately, due to the sirens' already tainted reputation among sailors and Champeen's less-than-stellar description, others started going to the swamp to harrass and/or hunt the sirens. Thus, Coach was exiled from his group for causing the chaos, sent out in a suit full of water to live out the rest of his days being hunted by those who hated what he was and shunned by those who knew the truth.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. As Champeen was making her way to see Coach and tell him about the new lute she had obtained, the sky grew darker. By the time she reached him...
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(I'll be honest, this isn't accurate to how the scene actually plays out but I made this sketch at 12 am so whatever)
It was already too late.
Coach was sent to Free Country for endangering his entire species.
So yeah, if you've read my other posts on this AU, you may have seen "[Character] was sent to Free Country for [reason]" and wondered what that meant. Free Country does not exist as an actual place in the world, instead serving as a sort of playground for higher beings where those few creatures seen as truly dangerous are sent. There's also a second determining factor for people to get sent over, but that's for another time.
In essence, the banishment works like this; once someone is sent over to FC, they get erased from everyone's memories except for one person: whoever the person involved was closest to carries the burden of their memory (though it's such a recent phenomenon that only a few people have been sent, and nobody, not even the creator of FC knows what happens after a memory bearer dies). For Marzipan, only The Hurricane remembers her; for Strong Sad (along with all the Brothers Strong), their parents remember, etc. The last full piece of info on this will mist likely be shared with Homestar's description.
Oof, that was a lot of non-Coach Z related info there. Here, let's get back on track!
Main Ability: Water Breathing
Secondary Abilities: Hydrokinesis (very weak), Regular Breathing (developed in Free Country), Swimming Boost.
And some extra fun facts to end things off!
Coach's accent comes from the fact that he lived his life underwater, where sounds don't travel the same. However, his particular speech patterns are quite exaggerated, even for his species.
Coach and Champeen had developed an almost familial bond before being separated: Champeen saw Coach as a father figure, while Coach always felt a sense of pride whenever he could help Champeen get some rhyme or tune just right.
Homestar reminds Coach of Champeen, which has lead to sobbing sessions by the lake.
Speaking of, this version of Coach spends much more time at the lake and much less at the track field & locker rooms. Smells much more fishy too.
Champeen misses him. A lot. If only she knew how much he missed her too.
Yeah, that's pretty much it for Coach! Next time I'll either be sharing sketches of plot points (because yes, there is an actual plot) or talking about The Cheat. Stay tuned!
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preciouspiastri · 5 days
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another day of me crying over softball
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