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class1akids · 6 months
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Bakugou sketch by Horikoshi for Nobuhiko Okamoto’s birthday
TL: it’s crazy you also play Himmel, the hero!
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giulzart · 7 months
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But we just can’t keep away
When you know me like you do
It’s supernatural got me howling at the moon
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ernestinapickman · 7 months
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Killua and Gon meeting at the Hunter Exam and both going “you’re twelve???? I’m twelve!!!!” has the same energy as those friends you made at the hotel pool as a little kid the ones where you were best friends for two hours and then never saw again only instead of never seeing one another again Gon and Killua develop a codependency the likes of which has never been seen before or since
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sadiecoocoo · 2 months
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You guys should watch Ultimate Spider-Man. They give Peter so many boyfriends. Also it deserves more recognition and fan content that I don’t wanna make rn and literally cannot make since I don’t have access to my computer rn
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morganbritton132 · 26 days
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I started watching 9-1-1 so get ready to never know what Eddie I’m talking about.
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adrift-in-thyme · 5 months
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Congrats on the follower milestone, Trin!! For the lil fanfic suggestions, how about Sky and Warriors bonding? I do love how you write emotional hurt/comfort, and it would be cool if Wars were the one comforting, but these are all just suggestions! No worries if you don't feel inspiration from this prompt :) Hope you're having a good day!
Tysm @unclemoriarty !! And thanks for the prompt! I love writing Wars and Sky, especially when it’s angsty ;) I hope you like what I came up with!
No warnings, just some angst
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Sky brushes a hand roughly across his eyes, trying to do away with the moisture there. He doesn’t deserve to cry. Not after everything. But the Shadow’s words still echo in his mind, a sentence he never wanted to shoulder.
…and yet has for years now.
“Have you told them yet?” Crimson eyes gleam in his mind’s eye. Cool metal presses against his neck. “Have you told them that you are responsible for all their pain?
“Tell me, hero, have you informed them of the curse you allowed to take root in your souls?”
Seeing their faces had been the worst of it. Worse than the wounds the Shadow had inflicted, worse than the fear and pain. They had looked at him, questioning, confused, and all he could do in the aftermath was spew a choked explanation full of excuses.
“I should’ve stabbed him right then and there. I shouldn’t have given him the mercy of another moment of life.” That is what it really comes down to. His foolish belief that he had won, that he could spare the fading god a few more seconds to breathe his last.
Decency and morality are things he clings to. They’re what make him a hero. He has no plans to release them now. But…
He gazes out into the dim light of a cloudy day, wincing as even that much brightness assaults his aching eyes.
But in this moment he is beginning to think his decision was more pride than anything else. Or…perhaps it was just exhaustion. A yearning for it all to be over so he could go collapse in his friends’ waiting arms, safe at last.
It doesn’t matter either way. The point is that he failed. And now others must shoulder the repercussions of that failure.
“Hey, Sky.”
He jolts abruptly out of his thoughts, breath hitching. In an instant, he is on his feet. But it is only the captain standing there, looking a bit damp from the drizzling rain.
“Sorry,” he says, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Sky shakes his head, forcing a smile onto his lips.
“It’s fine.”
He turns away, flopping defeatedly back down onto the ground. If Warriors knows it for the sign Sky means it to be, he doesn’t indicate as much. Instead, he comes to sit down beside him.
“It’s not a very pleasant day today, is it?”
Sky doesn’t answer, but he can feel the captain’s eyes on him, searching, questioning, perhaps even judging. He fights not to crumble before their scrutiny.
“No,” he croaks, finally, “it’s not.”
Warriors has turned now to gaze out into the endless gray. Sky still feels exposed, raw. Suddenly, he has the distinct yearning to claw out of his own skin.
For another agonizing thread of minutes it is quiet. Then, Warriors speaks, his voice soft.
“We aren’t angry at you, Sky.”
Sky looks down at his boots and doesn’t reply. The silence is agonizing, but speaking is far worse.
Warriors allows it for a short while more.
“Did I ever tell you how the War of Ages began?” He says, finally, still soft, far softer than the captain usually sounds.
Sky shakes his head. Warriors chuckles, short and bitter.
“I figured as much. Well, you should know…it started because of me.”
Sky’s eyes widen slightly. He turns to Warriors, but the captain is facing away still, expression carefully guarded.
“A woman named Cia became obsessed with me without me even knowing it. She attacked Hyrule to get what she wanted. I wouldn’t give in — and neither would anyone else — and in the end we defeated her. But to get there, to obtain a victory…”
He ducks his head, that hollow chuckle ringing out again. It tears Sky’s heart in two.
“It’s what it means to be a hero, Sky,” he murmurs. “To lose, to fail, if only to succeed in the end. We carry heavy burdens — every single one of us.”
Finally, he turns to Sky, a sad smile on his lips. Gently, he puts a hand on Sky's shoulder.
“But if we stick together we’ll be alright. Trust me.”
Sky swallows hard. Tears still pick at his eyes and the lump in his throat warns of the sobs that are still to come. Far away he can make out a dark haze amongst all the gray — rain approaching fast. He watches it through blurred eyes.
“I’m sorry about the war,” he says, quietly. It’s not enough — he knows it isn’t. What can he say to wash away Warriors’ guilt, his pain?
“Not your fault. And I didn’t tell you to gain your pity. I told you because I wanted you to know that I understand. And I know the others do too.” His arm is around Sky now, drawing him in, nudging away his barriers. “That’s why we don’t blame you. Why would we when we all bear our own guilt?”
Sky inhales shakily. The rain is even closer now. They will likely be soaked soon. But with Warriors warm and steady beside him, he can’t bring himself to care.
He doesn’t deserve this comfort. The war that had made Warriors a hero wouldn’t have even happened without his failure, after all. Yet, he feels incapable of pulling away.
“I’m sorry anyway,” he murmurs, thickly, because words are all he has to offer. “Even if you don’t blame me for the curse…I’m sorry.”
Warriors doesn’t reply. But he coaxes Sky closer until the Skyloftian is resting on his shoulder. And when the rain comes pouring down and Sky shatters beneath it, Warriors holds him tightly while he sobs.
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castielcommunism · 2 years
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the end is maybe conceptually my favourite episode because it introduces the idea that cas will maintain a deep personal relationship with a man who completely ruined his life and he will do so in a very self aware, self hating, self aggrandising way. I am the idiot who fell for a human man that I cannot have but that also makes me the most loyal devoted bitch in existence. and also I’m his right hand man so
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finemeal · 25 days
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that-gay-gal · 2 months
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Woah it’s ao3 fic fanart
I’ve never drawn the 2012 turtles before so here’s my best attempt at my favorite guy (Raph :)
But uh the fic is “puppet tightly strung” by clairakitty (or @raphaelesbian on tumblr :D)
So if they do see this… hope I did your masterpiece justice :]
Anyway back to the void I go hopefully I post something else in a timely manner /hj
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thesteamhunk · 3 months
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Hey everyone you should go watch Prof. Tom Foolery Saves the Planet. For me.
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redjukebox · 7 days
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Bro if someone told me Mob had autistic swag I would’ve watched the show so much sooner ong
Also why is there only 8 pages of the autistic mob tag out of the like 300 pages with his regular tag
That’s diabolical
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paradoxic-ally · 2 months
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I am absolutely delighted by the comic relief this episode, but in the middle of all the madness Montresor (shockingly lol) actually brings up a very good point.
Why isn’t the gun loaded?
I don’t believe that Lenore was the one who killed Annabel, but even if she did, that would take probably one bullet. I think the gun has like, six chambers? Why not load all of them? If they were all loaded, where did the rest of the bullets go?
I find it incredibly hard to believe that Lenore would just fire at random. So by all accounts there should be some bullets left in the gun.
So there are some of the many possible answers:
- It really wasn’t her gun, which raises the question why it ended up with her in Nevermore.
- Maybe there weren’t any bullets to begin with?
- Hey, maybe she really had to use all of them somehow.
Idk I don’t have any answers to those questions yet, and anything I’d come up with is wild speculation. I just think it’s interesting to note. And something to keep in mind.
That or I’m reading wayyy too much into this whole thing!
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melishade · 6 months
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Completely off topic from my usual things but I have been a fan of Death Note for a long time. I had actually first read the manga way back in middle school before watching the anime. Although I have been aware of the many iterations of Death Note: anime, manga, movies, musicals, etc. Each one has a different ending, but I’m curious to know which one people think is the superior ending. Let’s find out!
Poll’s open for a week!
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phoenixwwitch · 21 days
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so i started watching 911 and let me tell u figuring out that ryan murphy was involved explains quite literally everything about buck in this first season
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typicalopposite · 4 months
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Y’all ever write your whole story in your head while you’re doing something where you can’t physically write (like driving; what I was doing in this scenario) and it sucks because the story turned out sooo good but you have a really bad memory so once you’re able to actually physically write you don’t remember the head-written story 🥴
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Mickey, acting tough: You guys don't want to mess with me.
Oswald: Yeah, Mickey will straight up cry in public. Don't try him.
Mickey: Exactly, I will straight up-
Mickey:
Mickey, tearing up: Oswald, why would you
say that?!
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