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battleswanofciya · 2 months
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Ah yes the most important category……
✨stuff and thangs✨
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andyoualsohaveapizza · 3 months
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Brian Butcher in the Brag music video
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celtic-crossbow · 1 month
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Okay, I've fucked around with my blog long enough. I have a couple more things to change but I'm tired for today. But I also want to apologize to anyone that looks at it on a browser. On my browser, the background is stark white and blinding and makes the letter color hard to see. I'm sorry. -cry- I did not mean to melt your retinas!
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Hey Stephano, what's up?
Stephano? My name but Italian style?
I was just busy. Doing some stuff and thangs.
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archangelofzion · 1 month
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3 year old sister: we're going hunting!
me: hunting? for what?
3 year old sister: for stuff!
me: for stuff?? 😶
her: yeah
me: and thangs???😳
her: yeah. stuff and things
me: thangs
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twcfaces · 6 months
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Just some screencaps I've gathered re : Harvey, Bruce, Gotham, and Riddler.
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elusiveangel-fic · 11 months
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I got stuff to do loyal fanfic readers
Thangs
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mediaconsumeme · 5 months
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Interesting how different fandoms generally seem to tend to write fan fics in certain themes or in a certain way. Personally I’ve found I don’t enjoy the themes or the way twd or lotr fan fics are written even when I’m in peak obsession whilst dghda writers seem to like the things I like more often
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scribbling-stardust · 11 months
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I know I've been super inactive but I've been battling the horrors (exams and moving back from uni) but I should be around more from now on. I'm preparing some character intro posts at the moment which should be out soon :)
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soupthatwasreheated · 3 months
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Alice Dyer is NOT Tim 2.0. Their humor is completely different. Canon Tim is incredibly different from fanon tim. He is funny sometimes, but when it comes down to it, his humor comes down to “millenial who makes the occasional pop culture reference and is jokingly flirty sometimes”. He knows what a meme is, but his meme knowledge is not that far advanced from “I can haz cheesburger” cat. He is not hip with the memes. Alice is the one who is hip with the memes. Please let this woman be cringe and let Timothy Stoker be free from the chains of comedic relief meme guy.
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typho-draws · 5 months
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A I L U R A N T H R O P Y 1 0 1
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clowningaroundmars · 1 month
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page full o' hobies 🎸
top pose inspired by @spectra-bear
process pics under da cut ↓
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mulatto-macchiato · 5 months
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itsgrimeytime · 25 days
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when someone yells at you... || Rick Grimes (TWD)
rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker
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"That was all your goddamn fault!"
And maybe it was just because you were tired, but something in you agreed with him -you knew you could do better than this.
"Look, okay, I'm sorry-" you tried -something weak and shaky in your tone (you were exhausted and all they were saying was making all of the noise in your head louder), "-I never meant to-"
"Fuck that," he hissed, "-you almost got us all killed with that fucking mistake. Don't you get that?!"
"It was just-" you started, slowly -words trying to come out properly.
"Just shut the fu-"
"What the hell is goin' on 'ere?" a voice boomed -southern drawl emphasized and tone unshaken: Rick Grimes.
He stepped in between the two of you.
You were exhausted, hands coming up to rub at your temples. Eyes were getting a little foggy and your lip was trembling, you couldn't falter. It could only make you lose respect in the grand scheme of things. You took a deep breath in.
"'Ey fucked up the whole run," the person explained, and you shrunk into yourself more, "-gave one wrong order, and fucking Nancy almost bit the goddamn bullet, Rick."
Rick just stared at him -something heavy in his gaze.
"You must not know shit 'bout this world," Rick scoffed, and you could see the slow steps of him approaching the man -you couldn't even remember his name, "-but every win 'ere's a hundred damn loses. Judgin' one person for a mistake, ya see, just ain't fuckin' wise."
"Somebody almost died, Rick," the man countered, "-don't you care about your people? Or have you lost that side of yourself too?"
Rick rushed forward then, grabbing the guy by his collar and raising him into the air. Your heart jolted into your throat.
"I'll feed you to the fuckin' walkers if ya keep talkin' like that."
The man seemed to falter, but you saw a gleam in Rick's eye. A dangerous gleam.
The group was already rocky as is, Rick didn't need to lose any respect. He didn't need to string out the dynamic further. One move and it'd tip.
"Rick," you insisted -hands wringing out in front of your chest, and his eyes almost immediately flashed to you, "-it's not worth it."
He seemed to lighten then, scanning over you. Maybe taking in your hands, or your hunched shoulders, or your blurry eyes. It was like his priorities switched, completely focused on you.
He let out a long sigh, dropping the man to the ground -he fumbled a little with his footing, "'Ey saved your life, remember 'at."
The man seemed shaken, swallowing thickly and blinking like he was trying to center himself. Rick merely focused entirely on you, heavy footfall bringing him right in front of you.
"Ya okay?" He spoke, soft and sweet -such a drastic difference from before that it made your head spin a little.
"I'm..." you echoed out, a little pathetically, "-I'm just exhausted, and being berated at like that doesn't really help."
Rick frowned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you elsewhere -voice low just for you, "C'mon, let's talk somewhere else."
"I'm just tired," you offered but it was weak, and he didn't seem at all moved by it, or even convinced.
He pulled you into his house, off the Alexandria streets -it was strangely empty. No Judith or Carl, and you briefly wondered where they were.
"Sit," he motioned to the couch.
You paused for a moment, "Rick, you don't have to do this-"
"Sit," he repeated.
You silently found yourself a spot, leaning into the arm of it -Rick joined you, barely a breath away. You weren't sure how to react. You were never really sure with Rick.
"If anybody pulls 'at shit again," he suddenly said -blue eyes solid as steel, "-you tell me, okay?"
"Rick-"
"No," he spoke, so solidly it made your voice stutter to a stop, "-nobody talks to ya 'at way and fuckin' gets away wit' it. Ya hear me?"
"Yeah, okay," you responded -softer, "-I get it."
"I don't mean to be-" he paused, turning to you with a much softer glance -blue eyes warm, "-look, Y/N. I really care about ya, and if somebody says shit 'bout you. They might as well be sayin' shit 'bout me."
"They weren't talking shit, Rick," you exhaled, and something in your voice shook, "-I fucked up. Bad."
"'At's not-" he sighed, scooting closer to you and with a solid breath taking your hand in his, "-Everybody fucks up, ain't no reason to dwell on it. Ain't no reason to yell 'bout it like he was."
"He just got scared."
"Everyone's fuckin' scared, sweetheart," he countered, gruff voice in a low whisper, "-Gives 'im no goddamn excuse to yell at ya like 'at."
You frowned, shakingly wiping at your eyes.
"And, 's important to let go of things," he hummed, squeezing his hand around yours, "-ya just gotta remember nobody got hurt. If ya don't, you're only gonna run yourself into the ground."
You were quiet for a moment, eyes swimming over your connected hands thoughtfully. They darted to his, who were already looking at you -something you didn't quite recognize shining in his eyes. There was something there you couldn't quite read -something different. You just did what felt right.
"Thanks," you said quietly -it was all you could say, moving your head to his shoulder.
"Don't-" he hummed, you could feel the grumble in his chest -arm coming to wrap around your side, "-Ya don't 'ave to thank me."
You stayed in the silence of the moment, absorbing the air. All of this... new, it sunk into your skin. Your nose filled with the woodsy scent that you knew to be just Rick, and you had a spare thought.
Maybe this could happen again, but you knew Rick would be there. Maybe that makes it okay. It does... With Rick, it's okay.
"Yeah," you responded -maybe a little fondly, "-I do."
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lesbaurinkos · 1 month
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assorted howlter (& pancakes) doodles
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