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egophiliac · 2 months
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don't think I'm not still deep in the episode 7 brainrot. because OH BOY AM I
(also one more extremely, obnoxiously self-referential thing, I'm -- I'm so sorry)
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clubfluffer · 6 months
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Kdramas deciding to throw all the good stuff at us right at the end of the year and at the same time, and me trying to keep up with them all:
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ssaraexposs · 16 days
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THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THEY'RE ACTUALLY TALKING, WITHOUT FIGHTING EACH OTHER OR SCREAMING INSULTS
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hilsoncrater · 8 months
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GOD !!!!!!!
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ghouljams · 9 months
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We haven’t touched on Cowboy!Ghost’s, well, ghosts before, and I literally couldn’t get this out of my head last night. I’m going to treat this like actual fic, I feel so fancy...
Warnings:
Hurt/Comfort, Graphic depictions of animal death, PTSD, Ghost going through it
Pairing:
Ghost x OC (Goose) [can be read as x reader]
Summary:
Early days of Ghost and Goose’s relationship. Ghost has always prided himself on his ability to handle any situation, no matter how bleak. So why does he find himself so ill equipped to handle something as small as a couple chickens death?
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A coyote got into the henhouse last night.
You can hear its yips and snarls, the aggressive barks of your cattle dog as it darts at the chicken wire, the starling lack of clucking. You whistle for the dog, and it races to go check on the other animals. The last thing you need is for the coyote to get into it with Mav when you pull its sorry ass from the chicken pen. You yawn, trying to hold onto the hope that at least some of your ladies got somewhere safe before the carnage started. You’ll stop by the tractor supply later and grab some chicks to bolster your flock again.
You stop. Watching Ghost stand frozen in front of the pen, shoulders tight, barely breathing. His eyes a million miles away.
The pen is littered with half shredded chickens. Feather and muscle strewn about. The wild frenzy of a half starved predator laid out in front of you. The loose organs and scent of death turns your stomach, you can’t imagine what it does to a fresh soldier. Ghost’s finger twitches, beating a rapid tattoo against his thigh, his gun is still neatly holstered. You suppose that’s for the best, or maybe a signal of the worst. 
You think about your first fourth of July after your Daddy’s second tour. The way he’d disappeared into the house like a ghost. The way your momma handed you off to your granny and followed after him. How your granny had told you: sometimes you see something so bad it never leaves you.
"Go wait in the house," you tell him as soft as you can, pulling at his arm to try and pull his attention. Ghost nods mutely, eyes still glued to the blood soaked earth and torn limp bodies. "Go on," you press a little more firmly, you lead him away from the henhouse, out of sight of it, "I'll be in shortly."
Ghost follows your direction, ears ringing, head stuffed with cotton. Everything feels far away and yet so brightly present. He can smell gunpowder and burnt flesh, can feel the wet warmth of blood on his clothes where he knows there isn't any. Can hear the shouting. He pushes the front door to the house open and holds the brass handle tight in his fingers for a long moment, just standing, waiting. As if he'll hear the pang of gunfire over the infinitely patient silence. 
He goes to the kitchen and puts the kettle on. Stares at the black iron as it sits on the burner and waits for the yip of the coyote, the last gunshot. It doesn’t come. You take his hand in the silence and turn the burner off. Lead him to the table and sit him heavily in one of the wooden chairs. Ghost keeps his eyes forward, his shoulders rigid. He waits. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. For the memories to stop. 
His hat is removed, set carefully on the table. A warm cloth touches his face, wiping gently at the crease in his forehead, at the stern set of his brow. Your fingers reach for the edge of his mask and he grabs your wrist, eyes finally darting to yours in a panic. He can't. It's too much, too hard. He can't.
Somehow you seem to understand, fingers sliding instead to cup his jaw, to rub your thumb against his cheek over the soft cotton. The washcloth wipes his brow again, still warm and soothing.
"You're safe," you murmur, "Safe and sound right here with me. And Daddy.” You tack Price on, as if you might not be enough to convince him. As if it isn’t your touch that’s bringing him back, your eyes that hold his with such kind patience it makes his heart hurt. “We won't let anything hurt you."
Ghost doesn’t say anything, can’t make his lips move or conjure a thought as to what he might say. If there is anything to say. Is there anything to say?
You tip his head forward, press the lightly damp cloth against the back of his neck. He lets his hand drop from your wrist as you move your hand from his cheek to scratch your fingers through his hair. Gentle, calming touches. Never asking more from him than his comfort. 
He settles his hands on your hips, and for a moment he can pretend you’re his.
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fyanimaldiversity · 7 months
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I’m glad you guys like Poptart! You guys are lucky my beetles are all typical colored for their species otherwise I’d spam you with pics of them too.
Anyone have any fun pics of their interesting colored/patterned/etc pets for me to look at? Even ‘normal’ types are interesting!
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corvidcleric · 8 months
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[start i.d.: a drawing based on episode 61 of dungeons and daddies. ron stands center frame, staring straight forward. terry jr and glenn stand on either side, glenn with a hand on ron’s shoulder, looking apprehensive. darryl and henry (in schnauzer and beagle form respectively) stand in front of them, looking up at ron. they stand on a beach with a dark sky. end i.d.]
I don’t wanna kill Ron.
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urgentkettle · 6 months
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This little guy deserves some little friends.
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iced-souls · 1 month
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I’ve been getting so much nostalgia from the randomly recommended videos to me about skylanders that I decided to doodle up some of the characters I remember using most often.
Which inevitably made me receive more nostalgia from the figurines we kept cause OMG I FORGOT THEY HAD CARDS—
Closer/more pics under the cut
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cicadagaze · 8 months
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girl who causes problems for funsies:
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philzokman · 8 months
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everytime bones erases an incredibly important scene/detail i sob knowing danny motta will never know what was truly intended😔🙏🙏
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crow-n-tell · 8 months
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Whenever people who hate cats say “oh don’t you know your cat doesn’t even love you? When you die they’re gonna eat your corpse.” im just like ??? Yeah?? Why is that a problem???
When I’m dead I’m still going to be loving and providing for them, you can go ahead and hope whatever you raise mourns over your rotting corpse just to die starving and alone.
Also dogs are just as likely to eat their owners corpses, so…
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justanotherperson1 · 5 months
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How tall is Bay OP compared to the TFP bots & cons?
I just imagine TFP Megs having to look up at Bay OP, scared shitless as Bay OP glares down at him like he just insulted his carrier. Bay OP bitch-slapped a Dinobot (Grimlock) over twice/three times his size like it was nothing, he would destroy TFP Megs.
"In my universe, I ripped your head clean off your shoulders. And that was when I was missing an arm."
Imagine if they met Bay Megs too... :0
I was going to sit here and make a joke about how Bay! Optimus was so much shorter than his Counterpart and Megatron in TFP! Because I when I was first researching it I saw he was about 22 feet tall compared to their enormous 30’ and 32’ feet… but then I found sources saying Bay! Was 28’ or that TFP OP was 35…. DOES ANYONE KNOW THEIR CANNONICAL ACTUAL HEIGHTS???? Am I just blind???? Do I not know how to research??? Does anyone have an official chart???
Anyway, Bay! Op IS the goat when it comes to violence no matter what size, but I had such a funny image of him being a smidge taller than bumble and looking UP at Megatron saying those same things and still getting that same reaction. AND THEN Megatron- if he ever found out about his Bay! Counterpart would have to deal with the fact that he had a stint where he went mad in the middle of Africa with transformer organic babies (????) and ended up stranded on earth with little to nothing anyway being hunted down by three different organizations so Dude is pressed to say the least. I feel like Bay! Megatron doesn’t have that same dog in him like TFP Megatron does tbh.
Now, if Bay! Op was taller….. It would be like facing a dark ronin of death leaving a path of destruction in his wake. Yikes.
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kyouka-supremacy · 4 months
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Unfiltered sick rambles AGAIN but today it's really bothering me that it looks like Atsushi has lost Akutagawa's coat. Like seriously dude, that's a person who just DIED for you, for you alone, to save your life, and that's the object that's most precious to him, both their anchor and identifying item, almost one with his essence; literally the LEAST you can do is hold to it with everything you've got, protect it with your own life if you must. Literally!!!! I don't care if you love him or not, that's the least you can do in respect to someone who just died for you.
Akutagawa's new outfit is cool and everything (wait. longer pause. it really is… ) but I'm going to be so disappointed if it's really revealed that Atsushi lost it in the sea Just Like That. And the thematic value of Akutagawa letting go of his past / getting free of Dazai's control is great, but I'd much rather Akutagawa decide he doesn't want to wear Dazai's coat by his own than. You know. Atsushi uncaringly losing the thing that mattered to Akutagawa the most in the whole world.
(Btw I also wouldn't mind it the slightest if, in order to confirm that Atsushi preserved the coat somehow, they were to directly contradict what that tiny chapter 88 panel showed us. Besides, it wouldn't be much more feasible than Atsushi storing Poe's book inside his non-existing pockets.)
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enby-art-creations · 2 months
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Tribute to a very good boy named Nelson
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