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xycuro-illuminati · 1 year
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With the spidey office emails being shared around on twitter, very strong reminder to NOT send death threats. Send criticism and complaints as to why their dumbass decision is bad, but DO NOT send any death threats to them whatsoever. We want them to LISTEN to us so please be mindful on what you send.
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bamsara · 1 month
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was anyone going to tell me there are fanlore pages about me and my works or did i have to find that out by myself when i tried searching for one of my tumblr posts in a google search bar
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edit: i just read through the solar lunacy one and some of the details on there are just kind of....wrong. lmao
edit: there's one for my iz fics??
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shadowduel · 3 months
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We talked about making it I'm sorry that you never made it And it pains me just to hear you have to say it You knew the game and played it It kills to know that you have been defeated I see the wires pulling while you're breathing . . .
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opportunity-strikes · 9 months
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some rowdy lads at the barnes and noble talking about dnd tonight. they were chatting about dice and saying one of their buddies had spent some absurd amount of money on dice. "like at least $40"
i looked over at my husband, and the fucking GLEE in his eyes almost vaporized me on the spot. those boys can never know i readily spent $40 on a single d20 that looks like its made out of baked beans.
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skullfragments · 3 months
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Muriel is left at the Cliffs of Insanity to "deal with" the Man in Black once he reaches the top. They might not know the intentions of this mystery man, but why assume the worst? He seems grumpy but nice enough. Muriel doesn't see why Sandalphon insists on killing him, and especially why they have to be the one to do it. Either way, it's always best to lead with a smile!
Crowley is hanging on for dear life. He was built for swinging his slinky hips while he walks, not for clinging to a rockface by his fingertips. Crowley just wants his angel back, for somebody's sake!
more good omens x the princess bride, as promised
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anthenasikes · 1 year
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silly funny happy times i love drawing shin in various states of suffering and pain !
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hum-suffer · 5 months
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Ours
Ishan doesn't remember the last time he was this upset. He's striding across the hallway to the hotel room he's been alloted. To share.
It's late at night, well past the hours of deep midnight. There's no one in the dimly lit corridor— the older teammates had already retired to their rooms while the youngsters stayed for the afterparty.
"You could have bloody well told me she'd be there!" He snaps at Shubhman. His best friend, the friend that Ishan has been head over heels for over five years, sighs and looks down. Shubhman, who shares the room with Ishan. "No. You don't get to be a fucking puppy."
"Ishan, dude, I didn't know! I just posted a snap of the place, how was I supposed to know she'd be there? Kammo said she declined the invitation, I trusted him!"
Shubhman moves to remove his suit jacket as Ishan pushes the door open. Ishan uses his movements as a distraction, lest he stare at the way Shubhman's light blue silk shirt clings to him. It's one he's shared with Shubhman for so long that now either of them remembers who it originally belonged to.
(Lies.
Ishan remembers buying it for Shubhman and then joking around about how he has right on it.
He remembers when Shubhman invited him to Shahneel Didi's birthday and gave him the shirt with a smile and an order to wear it.
He had a cold shower before changing.)
He brings himself back to reality when Shubhman locks the room almost absentmindedly and removes his shoes, all the while focusing on Ishan as if Ishan is the centre of his universe.
His cheeks are red and Ishan doesn't know if it's anger or embarrassment. "I swear, Ishan, why do you even care? I don't give a fuck whether she shows face or not!"
Ishan cares because she had been flirting with Shubhman for all evening and that motherfucking idiot Shubhman did not even realise what she was doing. Ishan cares because sees her arm wrapped around his bicep somehow burned Ishan's skin. Ishan cares because she held tightly to Shubhman even when he tried to move away. Ishan cares about his personal space and she fucking doesn't. Ishan just cares.
In a clearly failed attempt to calm down himself, Ishan removes the watch and bracelets on his wrists— all but the one Shubhman made for him. While he's at it, he also removes the leather jacket he was wearing, making sure to not let the bracelet catch in the soft lining of the jacket.
"Ishan? Bloody say something!"
Ishan glares at him. "You want me to say something?" He throws down the jacket on the floor, uncaring for it. He takes a step towards Shubhman. "She's using you for clout. She's using you for fame. And you know it. You know it and you go along with it any-fucking-way as if you have no self respect! You go and sit with her and then I'm left alone for the rest of the night! I'm sorry if my anger inconveniences you!"
By the time he stops, he's breathing hard and his eyes and throat are burning. I love you, he wants to say. I love, love, love you.
Shubhman softens. "You should have told me."
Ishan laughs in his face, a bitter sound. "Told you? Boy, you'd not even be aware I was beside you!"
Shubhman tenses. "Impossible. I'm always aware of you, Ishan. I'm—"
"Aware?" Ishan snaps, on a roll now. "You didn't even look at me the whole goddamn time!"
And before he can continue his tirade, Shubhman narrows his eyes. "Move back, Ishan."
"Oh, so now you've a problem with me sharing your personal space? You can't disagree with her but you tell me to move fucking back?" Ishan doesn't move back. He's stubborn as a mule, especially when he's mad.
Shubhman's jaw flexes. "Move back before I lose the little control I have, Ishan." Ishan doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. "Before I lose my control and kiss you, right now, shamelessly, without any regret, move fucking back, Ishan."
Ishan freezes all over. Shubhman seems to have realised what he said and his eyes widen and he looks panicked for a moment before taking a fortifying breath. He looks at Ishan like he could devour him.
Ishan would let him.
He moves a step closer, close enough that he can feel Shubhman's breath on his skin. Close enough that if he swayed, he'd faceplant in Shubhman's chest.
"Then lose your control before I do, Shubh."
Shubhman's eyes widen for a moment and Ishan thinks, this is it, he must have been—
He doesn't have the time to complete the thought. Shubhman is kissing him and all coherent thoughts are evaporated in his head. Oh god. Oh fucking god. Shubhman is kissing him. His hands are wrapping around Ishan and pulling him in.
It takes a moment before Ishan realises that he's kissing Shubhman.
Oh fuck. He's kissing Shubhman. He's kissing the boy he loves. He's kissing his best friend.
The thought makes him pause and pull away. They're both breathing hard and Shubhman's eyes are dark as he looks at Ishan with unashamed want. Ishan wants to kneel with the weight of want he feels from Shubhman.
"Ish." Shubhman breathes and rests his forehead against Ishan's. Ishan closes his eyes and lets him feel the weight of Shubhman's head, relaxing. "Fuck, you're everything."
A blush must had crawled up his ears. Ishan looks down. "Shubh, we need to talk."
Shubhman hums but doesn't remove his hands from Ishan. "We need to talk." Ishan says again, but he can't hide his giddy smile.
"And I'm not stopping us. Let's talk."
Stubborn mule, Ishan thinks fondly. He sobers up quickly as he hesitantly speaks. "I love you, Shubh. I've loved you as a best friend for as long as I've known you and I've loved you as something completely different for years now. This...this may not mean to you what it does to me and I don't even ask anything of you. I just want you to tell me what you feel. I'm not ruining our friendship over a kiss. I need to know what you feeling. Or we can forget this ever happened and—"
He can't speak more. He can't. Of course, if Shubhman wants, Ishan will forever continue to pretend that he feels nothing but platonic love for him and he will pretend to forget to have ever felt Shubhman kiss him. He will pretend to forget the possessive hold Shubhman still has on him and he'll live. He'll be miserable but he'll live.
Shubhman nods. His hands are still resting on Ishan's hips. "I don't particularly think I love you in a romantic sense, yet." Ishan's world shatters and he breathes out as if someone punched the air out of his chest. "But, I still fancy you. You're not some experimental adventure. The thought of crying without your shoulder, the thought of waking up without you, the thought of having anything less than what we have right now makes me want to choke. You're not a passing fancy, Ish. And I might say that I'm not completely romantically in love with you right now, but I know that I'm half way over already. The thought of anyone but you in my arms makes me want to scream."
Ishan takes a shuddering breath. It's now or never. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"
Shubhman doesn't speak anything for a moment and Ishan looks up at him searchingly only to see him grinning like a loon. "Of course, I'll go on a date with you! I've been meaning to watch this new movie—"
"No! No hostile takeover on my date, I assure you!" The response is almost instinct by now. Ishan knows Shubhman and how well he uses his puppy eyes to take over the hangout activities and do what he wants.
"Your?" He raises an eyebrow and pulls Ishan towards himself with a jerk. He barely stops himself from crashing his nose on Shubhman's chest as Shubhman continues, very amused."You mean, our?"
It makes him incredibly giddy. He nods. "Our."
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@ronika-writes-stuff hope you don't mind me tagging you and like this!
Part 2
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shhhhimwatchingthis · 1 month
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ok yeah, I'm willing to put Young Royals up as one of, if not the best teen drama ever written
and not just writing! cinematography, costumes, music, performances! this show truly is a masterpiece
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sporesgalaxy · 1 year
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I'm gonna be honest with you I don't think Reigen Arataka is his real name at all. It's the only name that is such an over-the-top pun, while a lot of the other characters have fitting but common names
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quesitoss · 1 year
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sily litel gals
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xycuro-illuminati · 1 year
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Ok WHAT the fuck went on with Kamala Khan, jesus christ
Zeb Wells and Nick Lowe decided to be racist pieces of shits by killing off Kamala Khan for Amazing Spider-Man for shock value, rage bait, and possibly (not confirmed) to mcu-ify Kamala by resurrecting her on Krakoa and retconning her to be a mutant instead of an inhuman. Everyone is rightfully pissed off about this esp when this shit is happening on AAPI heritage month. They're doing this for the white protagonist (Peter)'s pain and comicgate dudebros are celebrating bc they're also racist pieces of shits. Do not reblog any of this shit if you're not gonna tag it properly as "Wednesday spoilers, Zeb Wells, and Sara don't look." Please.
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bamsara · 1 year
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being an adult means we can buy or make as much self-indulgent shit (as we can afford) and unironically have trinkets of our fave things cause our teen years was bullied for liking things and hiding/denying we were ever neurodivergent to the point of suicide. sucks for anyone that thinks its weird cringe but I'm going to try and allow myself to love myself in little ways now
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radlegowaffle · 2 months
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i dont want to be me anymore
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paperclipfanatic · 1 year
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Unconditional
(Rant/Analysis in tags)
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skullfragments · 5 months
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in which Crowley performs one more lil' demonic miracle
i've had this idea for a while now, and i finally decided to do something with the sketch i made
full disclosure: my comfort level with digital drawing is about 0.5% and i'm still figuring out how to translate my usual drawing style which is the main reason why this looks bad i have yet to venture into full color!
ALSO zero experience posting said digital work on tumblr so if the quality sucks pls help me fix it thanks <3
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s1mpactafterhours · 1 year
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