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the black brothers, before everything got complicated.
1) i have no clue how babies grow. when do they stop being fragile little creatures and move around??
2) inspired by this kid on tik tok, the baby fever is getting too strong i can’t-
3) changed my pfp, don’t forget about me <\3
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the-nettle-knight · 1 year
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The poetry of Annalise being a fairborn having decimation and Gabriel being a blood and having alchemy is brilliant. Gabriel creates and she destroys, fundamentally dissimilar to their supposed inherent natures'. Nathan is destruction and creation together, using death to become something new. Without any one of them they'd be imbalanced but together they're more than the sum of each other's parts
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rb9 · 3 months
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testing is just a reason for commentators to ramble on for hours on end about nonsense and i’m honestly here for it
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starchasersversion · 4 months
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moonchaser is so important to me you don't even understand how much
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out of the four in the early 80’s…….james is most boyfriend to me. like lars is princess vibes, kirk is babygirl vibes and cliff is just vibes (adoringly)
YESYESYES
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James def has boyfriend vibes in the early days. Kind of like high school sweethearts or older brothers best friend vibe honestly. He just wants to sleep play guitar and mess around with his sweet girlfriend. Every picture you take of him, he always pulls a face. Even if you try to get a candid shot of him, he’ll catch you half the time and pull something funny unless he’s on stage. He’s just a tall, cuddly metalhead
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This sweet Angel def gives baby girl vibes. He just seemed to awkward and shy and shit. He was just so cute back in the day. I bet he’d give 120/10 best hugs though. He’s so sweet looking I’m gonna cry. Like he’s so pretty.
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Cliff gives like honorary big brother vibes. Feel like he’d always have someone’s back. Such a cool vibe. Honestly, I’d feel safe with him walking me home. He’s literally just vibing through life and everything. He was also so smart and I want all of his knowledge (not cause I like the sound of his voice and would listen to him speak for HOURS)(and he’s pretty).
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Princess Lars. Always have something to so or to day. He can talk all fucking day. He’s just so small and looking so like innocent (but would say a billion fucks and shits per millisecond) and he’s got the fucking hair though. THE HAIR. He just looks so soft and dainty.
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ivoryand-gold · 7 months
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firstprince is me and i’m firstprince. like strip away the power, money, fame, and influence- i have truly never related more to both halves of a ship as much as i do alex & henry ❤️🤍💙
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burrrning--soul · 6 months
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Once I am finished with this update, I shall write a Wriolette oneshot 👀 I haven't uploaded anything to my account in a year, so we'll see how this goes~
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pensymbols · 1 year
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saying i love them is good and all but nikolai "i will love her from my grave" lantsov rlly said that so idk my standards for men r quite high
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nandorsrelentless · 3 months
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hannigram shippers who are also antis will never not be funny to me. like babe...your ship is toxic and problematic maybe don't police others
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finntheehumaneater · 5 months
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Nirvana
HERE ARE THE ZOMBIE THINGS :D
(this is something I entered into a writing contest—and didn’t win, unfortunately—but I still kind of like it :) )
The Senheigh house didn’t feel right without Finch there. It was quiet inside—the rooms seeming dead and lifeless as Nirvana wandered through them, looking for anything at all to do that would help her avoid target practice with Briggs in the backyard.
She didn’t want to shoot any more infects, no matter the reason—which she knew was impossible. But the thought of killing someone that might still have a sliver of human made a sick, ugly feeling bubble up in her stomach—maybe it’s because you hate watching how easily he does it to others like you, if he knew what would stop him from turning around and killing you right then and there, maybe he does know—
She walked back downstairs and collapsed onto the couch, the cool, worn-away pressed against her cheek. She could’ve done something to help—like clean or cook, although she wasn’t particularly good at either of those—to show them how thankful she was that they had let her stay, but the house belonged to Finch, and at that moment, she didn’t want to do anything that would benefit her. Not after what she had said before she just got up and walked away in the middle of the argument. And, besides, Lizzie had already done what was needed beforehand. 
He was currently sitting at the kitchen table, leaning back in his chair and reading a book from the many piles all over the floor and spilling out of the shelves. Nirvana remembered having read the same one back in ‘86, when she could still look at words for a long period of time without them getting fuzzy and moving around the page like ants.
With staggering, tired feet, she dragged herself up and over into the kitchen and sat down in the chair across from finally—mood only slightly shifted now that she finally had a chance alone to ask him the question that had been nagging at the back of her mind for the past few hours. 
She waited for Lizzie to notice her, but he didn’t, so she reached over and flicked the light switch on and off once, some of the yellow paint that had been painted over empty-white peeling off in flakes and falling to the floor. Mr. Senheigh had always been a very paranoid man, in his life, so it goes without saying that they had a very well working generator in the basement. The lights weren’t allowed on most nights, but Mitya had allowed it in hopes that it would let Finch find her way home easier. 
Only then did Lizzie look up, closing his book with his index finger crushed between the pages to keep his place. He waited patiently—expectantly—to see what she wanted, and her fingers felt heavy, jumbling over each other as she messily sighed: Do you like the book?
In reality, it was simply: you like book? Book being two palms pressed together and then opening, like you were quite literally opening a book. That one was very direct. In her head, Nirvana had always edited and filled in the blanks for them to make more grammatical sense to her—since it was already hard enough as it was to remember all of the signs. 
Lizzie nodded and then cocked his head to the side. “That’s not what you wanted, was it?”
He could talk, Lizzie, his deafness being a more recent accident rather than him having been born with it. He told Nirvana that he preferred signing when he couldn’t find the right words to say out loud, since, unlike speaking, most signs had only one meaning, rather than the words varying depending on emotion or tone—although that was the case for some. Nirvana preferred signing to him so that she wouldn’t forget how.
Nirvana shook her head and looked away. She hated how much eye-contact went into talking with him, although that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. He had been her only friend for the earliest years of the pandemic, before she had left, and now she talked with him every chance she could get to make up for the time she had practically thrown away on purpose. She took a deep breath and focused on the peeling flower wall-paper. 
How did you get your name?
Name was both hands holding up their middle and index fingers, the two pressed together—one hand tapping on top of the other twice. It didn’t really look like the word name, but then again, Nirvana didn’t exactly know what she thought the word name might look like. 
She looked back and saw Lizzie’s eyebrows furrowing, and watched him lean closer to her in concern, dropping his voice with a frown. “You don’t remember?”
She shrugged and looked back down again. ‘Can’t trust my memory’ was all she signed. She had learned that the hard way.
Lizzie leaned back again, relaxing. “Do you remember Elizabeth? My sister?” He didn’t wait for Nirvana to answer—looked away and sighed.
“She…when she died, I….I took her name as a reminder of her until I…until I can see her again.” He looked away, then, sighing and shaking his head. “I still miss her, Nirvana. It’s been two years and I still miss her….”
Nirvana sighed and looked down, frowning, as she tapped on the table with one of her hands.
Lizzie turned and whipped his eyes.
“I know, Lizzie, I’m sorry.”
Lizzie’s sister had been a horrible person. She had pushed him off of a bridge and had tormented him all of their life, yet he still missed her. This man was living proof that grief and trauma didn’t just go away once you reached adulthood. He was nearly 27, and was dealing with the same pain of that of the sixteen year old girl across from him. 
He needed time to heal—time that he didn’t have. Everytime that there was a problem, people looked to him to figure it out, which meant that he only ended up shoving the healing process that he needed so badly deeper into that locked drawer that he didn’t have the key to, anymore.
Briggs and Mitya felt it, too. They acted like they didn’t—like it was all okay, but she could tell that they were lying.
Mitya would smile and talk about her deceased daughter, Ebbi, like she was fully healed and an open book, but the further in you read, the more the pages crumpled and deteriorated until the ending was nothing more than the damp, molding spine of the book.
Briggs was worse. He slept in Ebbi’s room every night, hoping and praying to whatever god was listening that he would wake up and she would be right there with him—sound asleep with a smile on her face instead of a mangled pile of bones buried under an unmarked grave in her own backyard.
The back door opened, the screen clicking to swing out and she turned her head, Lizzie following her gaze when he saw her move. Briggs stepped inside, dried mud sliding off of his boots and onto the floor. Nirvana knew that Lizzie would feel obliged to sweep that up, later.
“It’s been two hours. This isn’t funny.”
She knew what he was talking about, the fact that Finch was still out there in the nearly-dark world. But she didn’t regret what she said at all. Finch had shot first. She was only returning the fire. She crossed her arms. “I never said it was.”
Briggs shook his head and sighed. “What did you even say to her?”
She spoke bitterly, but she didn’t mean it—her eyes watering when she thought of the hurt look on Finch’s face when she marched out the door, slamming it behind her— when she said, “Nothing she didn’t already know.”
Briggs huffed and scowled at her, his long brown hair pulled up in a ponytail. Finch had probably done that before they had fought. “I don’t care—“
They continued to bicker, both with sour towns and glares. Lizzie just sat between them, watching them as if he was looking at two birds with completely different calls squabble and squawk at each other, chirping a one sided argument that they both knew they had no chance of winning.
Lizzie waved to get Brigg’s  attention. “It wasn’t Nirvana’s fault. And I’ll help look for Finch if it comes to it”
Nirvana looked up just as he signed: “She doesn’t need any more scars than she already has.”
Then she looked down quickly, keeping her eyes on the floor. Lizzie probably hadn’t wanted him to see that. She watched as Briggs thought, considering whether or not he should argue or just give in. He sighed and turned, going back outside, the screen door slamming behind him. 
Nirvana looked back at Lizzie, smiling as she flinched a bit from the sound of the door. She put the tips of her fingers to her chin and brought them down, palm up. 
Thank you.
Lizzie smiled and nodded.
⭐️
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sophsicle · 1 year
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is it too early for a little kyd sneaky peak?
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pata-inmunda · 1 year
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"we did make a good team, didn't we?"
"we did"
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I do commissions btw (follow me arrozcondulcx on ig)
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anautumncarol · 10 months
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I feel like tenten and shino had a similar problem in terms of character relevancy (being the least plot relevant part of their trio) just tenten had the misfortune of being a woman in naruto on top of it
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non-magicalanon · 4 months
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whenever i see people post a picture of their raggedy ann or andy (or both) this is my thought process
AWWWWE LOOK AT THEM!!!! they're in such good condition to way better than mine was LOOK AT THEIR OUTFIT HEHEIRMBRHEJRBBRHR
thank you for coming to my ted talk
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itafushin · 2 years
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mk telling lbd not to judge something based solely on its negative qualities really hit me the second time because it goes right back to why mk never gave up on macaque and is so adamant on showing him he’s able to be better. and it UGH.
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