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bold-embrace · 11 months
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Hobieee ♥️♥️
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kettleghost · 6 months
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I’ve seen a few people bestow the traffic come hat on Simon but I’m pretty sure you’re the first to make a proper AU of it, by which I mean going more into detail and all that jazz.
Im here for this and your amazing artwork. *Chef kiss*
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HELLOOOOO first of all thank you so much!!!!!! im super glad people r interested in my iteration of a simon and betty swap au.. i have sooo so many thoughts about those two freaks, so it’s super cool knowing people enjoy my art of them!!!!! traffic cone hat simon is such a strange little fella…hope he explodes ALSO your drawing is soo so awesome!! i absolutely adore your style, i love how expressive it is, the way u draw eyes all jagged is SO so cool i love it!!!
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replacing his hat with a traffic cone is such a funny idea i had to doodle it
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Moon from Love Death and Rollerskates by @spadillelicious! Go read it please, it's so good! This is crayon and glitter glue on multimedia paper.
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grandtreeangel · 13 days
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Are you ready for another bad poem?!
(Rat a Tat, Minneapolis, 04/06/2024)
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atomicradiogirl · 1 month
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here are my favorite quotes from dune messiah cause frank herbert cooked so hard
“save your praise for those who can be swayed by it”
“beloved,” she whispered. “have i troubled you?” her arms enclosed his future as they enclosed him. “not you,” he said. “oh… not you.”
“paul saw the moon become an elongated sphere. it rolled and twisted, hissing — the terrible hissing of a star being quenched in an infinite sea. it was gone. no moon. the earth quaked like an animal shaking its skin.”
“the flesh surrenders itself. eternity takes back its own.”
“they’ve blinded my body, but not my vision”
“awakening, she’d found paul sitting beside her, his eyeless sockets aimed at some formless place beyond. chani stilled a fit of trembling when he aimed those eyeless sockets at her.”
“i was baptized in sand and it cost me the knack of believing. who trades in faiths anymore? who’ll buy? who’ll sell?”
“we have eternity, beloved.” “you may have eternity. i only have now.” “but this is eternity.”
“he felt his body through her touch: dead flesh carried by time eddies. he reeked of memories that had glimpsed eternity. Past and Future became simultaneous.”
“you cannot see!” “i don’t need eyes to see you.”
“if you need something to worship, then worship life—all life, every last crawling bit of it! we’re all in this beauty together!”
“this myth he’d made out of intricate movements and imagination, out of moonlight and love, out of prayers older than Adam, and gray cliffs and crimson shadows, laments and rivers of martyrs—what had it come to at last? when the waves receded, the shores of Time would spread out there clean, empty, shining with infinite grains of memory and little else. was this the golden genesis of man?”
“there are problems in this universe for which there are no answers.”
“people are subordinate to government, but the ruled influence the rulers.”
“he is the fool saint, the golden stranger living forever on the edge of reason.”
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lizshaw · 5 months
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Mary Tamm for Radio Times (1978)
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el-makes-art · 2 years
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If you look down and see the stars, what will you see when you look up?
[ID: digital fanart of Zerxus Ilerez from Exandria Unlimited: Calamity. He stands in the palm of a giant, clawed, bloodstained red hand. Beneath him is a plaza; its tiles form the rays of a sun, but where the centre should be is a void in which a dark, stary sky can be seen. End ID]
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jiaoliqiao · 3 months
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Creation of the Gods I: Kingdom of Storms (2023)
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sincerestpumpkins · 6 months
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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST - E.03. Mother Aired 20 years ago, 10.18.2003
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simplyavatrice · 1 year
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ava + every episode - episode 8: "proverbs 14:1″
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boobchuy · 2 years
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i like the cat deity (bc they were a cat)
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bonesrbleaching · 13 days
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everyone look at this right now RIGHT NAOW
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oceom · 9 months
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Assorted Signalis doodles, because I love drawing the replikas
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chapinii · 4 months
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rewatching the hideduo vod from today and the LOOK that pac gives the camera when fit tells him "it's okay, I've got this" oh my GOD
people sleep on pac's rp skills so much I swear, the man is a master of working with the camera. he's always got such good reaction times and his expressions always have me crying with laughter, he's such a delight to watch :,)
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fatuismooches · 7 months
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Saw the anon that made the "Dottore had yet to confess before the coma" ask, and I was hit with a brainwave: sometimes, when Dottore especially misses you, he'll lay down on that grand bed, careful of all the tubes and wires, and he'll place a hand over your heart just so he knows you're still there. It's irrational, this fear he has for your... departure. He won't refer to it as death. He refuses, he's conquered death itself, so that means he can do it again. And yet... he still has to curl up beside your body, checking your heartbeat despite the beeping machines and feeling your warm skin beneath his fingertips. It's just a short break. After all, you'd always get upset when he overworked himself. Yes, he tells himself, he's doing this for your sake, not his own.
He doesn't quite believe that.
JUST- HOLY FVK 😭 I'VE BEEN REREADING THIS FOR A WHILE AND FINALLY GOT THE TIME TO RESPOND BUT THIS HURT SO BAD. I don't even know what to say. I'm like. Exploding 💥 . Sigh... just the idea of him working and then getting frustrated, and once again realizing you aren't here to tell him off about overworking... which leads to him thinking about you, and before he knows it, his body is moving towards your room hidden in the depths of the lab. No segment dares to question him when he takes that path, nor do any regular agents bother him. Though the latter does not know where he goes, they know interrupting the Doctor is not a good idea.
The heart is one of the most important things in the human body. It keeps you alive. And a sign of that life is the thump-thump, although your one seems to be slower than normal. But he'll take it... he'll take any sign you give him. Dottore takes his gloves off to feel the soft skin above your heart against his own calloused hands. The rhythmic beats bring some kind of solace to him, as he unconsciously counts how many times he hears it beat in a minute to measure any changes. Though, more recently, he comes to admit the heart isn't merely an organ. It brings you emotion. It brings you love. Love. Dottore wonders how it would feel for you to hold him back. He wonders what you'd think if you saw his scarred body and face unmasked just like how he'd seen yours. He wonders what you'd say after all this time.
Of course, these questions will one day be answered, for you will not pass. Die. Depart. Breathe your last. Whatever one wants to call it. You will not leave this world, he declares it so. It's not a matter of if, simply of when, Dottore tells himself. Though... that doesn't stop the Doctor from checking your room every single day. It doesn't stop him from brushing your hair and tracing the scars on your body. He asks you to wake up but of course, there is no response. He talks to you as if you are awake, but you aren't. He wonders if you could hear him though, wherever your mind may be. He holds you, hoping that your hand will rest over his magically, but he knows not to hope. For the Gods in all of their glory were useless, the only thing he relied on was you and his science. If only his Akademiya self could see him now.
Regardless of everything he always thinks of, he likes how warm your body is. Which is odd, considering your current state, but Dottore doesn't think much of it. A short break runs onto hours of him doing absolutely nothing besides listen to your heart, and take in all of your features he has memorized by now. Eternal sleep, and yet you are still as attractive as you were back then. But this is alright, he justifies it. It'll make up for all the times you yelled and physically dragged him away from his work. See? He's doing this for you. And he's not faking taking breaks like he used to! So please, just wake up so you can see him with your own two eyes.
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