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#what a piece of shit
crustyfloor · 20 days
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Ivan's owner killed his hair and gave him a bowl cut what a piece of shit đź’”
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bones-and-whatnot · 4 months
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Okay, so maybe I’m late to the party and everyone else already figured this out, but-
Of course Workin’ Boys strikes a chord with Ted. It’s the story of a man who drifted apart from people he was extremely close friends with in college that he had (or so it’s HEAVILY implied) unspoken romantic feelings for.
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ivelovedhimthroughworse · 6 months
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Inktober 2023
Day Seventeen - Demon
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"This is concerning the contract," Penelope says crisply. She sounds very officious. "The contract . . ." The demon's eyes glow. (The woman's eyes, the bear's eyes; there's a pair of eyes burning red in a black hole.) My tattoos start to swirl and itch. Penelope looks unfazed. "It's invalid, I'm afraid."
Any Way the Wind Blows, Chapter 59, Rainbow Rowell.
I never thought I'd ever draw this demon. (How does one draw a woman-bear-hole?) But today's prompt begged me to at least try. So I tried! I layered multiple coats of different types of ink to get the sense of these all existing simultaneously.
The silver eyes in action.
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silverfox66 · 2 months
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Ah.... so.... raping and mutilating women, tying people up and burning them alive, blowing the heads off of babies, taking innocent civilians as hostages, torturing people, parading the victims through your town, beheading people, killing almost everyone on sight, all with the intention to kill as many Jews as possible in some of the most horrible ways..... is not considered terrorism according to Griffiths? What is this guy smoking?
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thismotherchucker · 4 months
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So... for someone who hates women so fucking much, James Somerton just loooooves to fucking steal from them
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sluttypatrickstar · 4 months
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woke up and immediately regretted it (found out james somerton reactivated his patreon, probably so he can squeeze money out of people who don’t realise it’s back up and haven’t cancelled it yet)
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pupperish · 2 months
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winged-void · 2 months
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Boss's boss at the library is THIS close to banning us from reading books during our shifts.
He made an announcement that "there are plenty of library policy and training materials to read on the employee website and is using large amounts of city tax money to tear down the barrier wall between us and our managers.
Between this and changing the official name of our position from "Library page" to "customer service associate" it's so clear to me that this MBA dude just thinks public services should be run like a business.
It makes him so angry that my job currently is to help people with computers and job app stuff when they need it, and not constantly do grunt work for him.
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eremin0109 · 6 months
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god the way I started simping for kim young kwang only to find out that if we met in real life he would probably be disgusted by the mere existence of my body type is just...yikes. why do men even.
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okage-kirana · 11 months
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You know I was half-joking and wholeheartedly believes that my question was quite a stretch back in chapter 160, regarding the possibility of a forced trigger / someone forcing Margaret's soot power to be unleashed-
But, holy fucking shit I am mad and incredibly upset that it's actually true.
Anthony I fucking hate youuuuu----- TF DO YOU WANT.
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garciapimienta · 10 months
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Dani Alves saying he "forgives" the woman he sexually assaulted.......
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glossyybabie · 1 year
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reality
part 9 || part 10 || part 11
Summary: You struggle to tell the difference between dreams and reality.
Warnings: Kidnapping. Silly bit of blood and gore. Vomiting. Hypnosis. It’s all very fun and festive.
Word count: 775
Notes: It took me longer to write this than I thought it would, but God bless text-to-speech, because it definitely cut down how much effort it took for me to proof-read this. Missy is manipulative as per usual. Just normal shenanigans in the TARDIS. Love that.
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You jolted upright.
You didn’t even remember falling asleep. What had you been doing prior? Speaking to Missy possibly, or reading something, or . . . You didn’t even remember what room you were in.
But it definitely wasn’t the room you were in now. It was the same room Missy had stabbed your thigh in. In fact, you’d even woken up in exactly the same spot on the floor. Just to check you weren’t going crazy, your hand flew to your leg, but there was nothing new there. The wound was healing slowly, although you hadn’t expected it to heal at all in the first place. You reckoned Missy had something to do with that.
Speaking of which, you weren’t exactly sure where she was either. It wasn’t like her to leave you unattended. The woman was a constant presence, perpetually hovering over you, ready to stab you again with a needle or maim you all over again.
You were quick to stand up and begin looking around at the different paths that led from the room. You’d tried to leave before — it hadn’t worked, and you knew it never would — but you weren’t just going to let yourself succumb to your predicament, to just accept that this was your life now.
What you’d said before was true.
You weren’t scared of Missy.
It was difficult to see. The stairs and doorways especially were heavily darkened. Even the glowing device in the centre was dimmer than you remembered it being. Any main light that did exist overhead was flickering, not at any point bright enough for you to even see your own feet beneath you.
Something moved. Someone moved. You felt it. It was enough for the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end. You turned your head and squinted into the impenetrable darkness.
You swallowed thickly. “. . . Missy?”
The presence moved again, and the shadows seemed to move with it. Your gaze briefly glanced around the room, hoping to find a knife like before, or even just another metal part, just something to hold in defence, but the place had been cleared.
Despite there being nothing visible in front of you, you still instinctually felt as though you were being watched, approached, spoken to. There was no voice, but it was as if you just knew what it was telling you. You felt fear, genuine fear, and your adrenaline spiking as you staggered backwards into the chair behind you.
Upon feeling something in it as it brushed against your leg, you moved back and turned around. Nothing could have prepared you for it.
You weren’t even sure what it was at first. The body was mutilated beyond recognition. Blood pooled in the space around the chair, ran through the gaps in the mesh floor and somewhere below. You weren’t even sure if you could see limbs or whether you were imagining it. Hell, you couldn’t be certain whether it was even a person.
But the odd dashes of purple, the matted plum fabric that was stuck to the fleshy mass in pieces, gave you a good idea of who it was.
And then you were screaming.
And then you were retching.
“This again. Wonderful.” Your hair was tugged back. “Deep breaths, poppet.”
It took a few moments before you were gasping for air again with your eyes wide open. The warmth of the fire in front of you reached your flushed face. You inhaled a trembled breath through your nose, immediately hit with the smell of old books and untouched paper, like a library . . .
“Okay, back to reality, that’s it . . .”
Fingers were clicking directly in front of your face. Your eyes struggled to catch up with Missy’s hand as it flew to every far corner of your vision, but the longer you spent trying, the more numb you felt. It was as if your brain had been muted. Finally it was silent.
You leaned into Missy. Fully unintentionally, of course — you weren’t sure you were in a mental state to do anything intentionally. Your body was weightless. Sitting up straight just didn’t feel possible.
Her arms were around your shoulders. She was sitting on the floor with you, tentatively holding you as you moved towards her for support. You could hear her heartbeat with your head against her chest, although it didn’t feel regular. Not that you could recall how a regular heartbeat felt.
You focused on her breathing. That seemed to be the easiest thing to do. Your upper body moved with the rise and fall of her chest. Aside from that, you were both still.
You said nothing. Neither did she.
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wysteria-clad · 1 year
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me:
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kominnfyrirkattarnef · 4 months
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They should be afraid. When you make a piss poor decision that the majority of the country, not to mention the government you work in disagree with, you don’t deserve a moment of fucking peace. He shouldn’t only be afraid in public, he should be afraid in private.
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scarletlotus182 · 2 months
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Amazing, it took ONE scene and now I think Ribbons might be the most despicable gundam villain I've seen so far!
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