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midnightmoodlet-art · 8 months
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Okay the membership trial just ended for me so no more clownery in brixity from me lmao
So have these "I did not hyperfixate for hours on end for this" builds
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like last time: blueprints UTC!
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ministarfruit · 6 months
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ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ happy birthday axel!!🎉🎉⛓️🧡
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undefeatablesin · 6 months
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DARK THUNDER ⚡️: 6/6 PAGES
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qlala · 6 months
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so i think the best way to do a coldflash au of the greatest musical of our time, mamma mia, would be—yes i’m aware it’s 3 a.m., why do you ask—
anyway, the best way to do it would be like, a morbid dark comedy take on it where barry’s not trying to find his father, he’s trying to find the person who framed his father. for his mother’s murder. so he’s like ‘okay i’ve reviewed all the case notes, and i’ve narrowed it down to these three men. also, unrelated, iris and eddie, you don’t mind if i invite three people to your wedding last-minute, right?’
and the three men can be like, harrison wells, eobard thawne, and of course, leonard snart
and barry has sophie’s protagonist attitude of “i’ll just know which one it is when i see him,” except obviously, he doesn’t. harrison wells is an asshole, eobard thawne is a creepy asshole, and leonard snart is… flirting with him?
(i have zero notes on the “does your mother know that you’re out” scene from the mamma mia! movie. just do that again, but angrier, because barry isn’t sure if len is taunting him over his mother’s death or just poking fun at their age gap. but it should be exactly as horny)
len would be the first to catch on to what’s going on, because he knows doc allen from iron heights and puts it together, and he would be impressed at what a ballsy idea it was if he wasn’t too busy being mad at barry for what a stupid fucking idea it was instead, inviting the man who killed his mother to a wedding he’s in, to what? give him a shot at slitting barry’s throat in his sleep next?
if that happens, iris will probably cancel this wedding that len fully intends on crashing, so naturally his only option is to follow around iris’s very stupid, very cute best man for the next three days, just to keep him from getting murdered by whichever of the other two men did kill his mother. and, since that includes the previously-mentioned threat of barry getting killed in his sleep, well… he’ll just have to talk his way into barry’s bed so he can keep an eye on him overnight, too
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deusinabsentiaa · 4 months
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Finally putting together my secret pocket altar to Lucifer! It’s made out of a metal preroll tin since he and I have bonded a lot over weed, and also because it semi-locks and it’s black lol.
I already glued in my Ghost crucifix since their music has had a huge place within my practice. I’m also thinking about a small twig from my Yule log, some personal notes or prayers to Lucifer, and maybe some wax from a candle if I decide to light one as I pray to him :) I was also thinking about a used match or my weed lighter when it runs out. Part of me wants to include the tip of a joint that I’d smoke as an offering, but part of me thinks saving the tip would be gross and potentially smelly. So I’m rethinking the idea haha.
If you have suggestions for secret/pocket altars, especially for Lucifer, I’d love to hear them! I’m awful at coming up with altar ideas 😅
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bonefall · 9 months
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I have a question abt thunderstar's justice. Why is killing Clear Sky the wrong thing to do in this situation? I mean I know the in-character reason is One Eye is seasoning him, but there's presumably an OOC reason that that's the situation, a moral that's trying to be told. Clear Sky is not only an unrepentant serial abuser but he's *still skyclan's leader.* he's still in a position to do immense harm as a petty immature warmongering autocrat.
Largely because it will resurrect a 12-foot-long prehistoric megabeast who takes his paychecks in the blood of your enemies. The climactic ritual takes place after One Eye's first defeat in this story, which Skystar had reluctantly joined into after he watched him eat Tom.
They only managed to defeat One Eye through quick thinking on Moon Shadow's part. After this, Star Flower seduced Skystar so she would be able to use him in a ritual to bring One Eye back. She kills him 8 times, bleeding him out fully, counting as 8 individual sacrifices.
Skystar is unrepentant, yes. Thunderstar's stand isn't being done in some attempt to acknowledge Sky as a worthwhile person, or bestow 'forgiveness,' saving him here is not a 'reward'.
But this isn't retaliation or stopping him from committing some evil deed; Skystar was seduced by Star Flower to end up on the wrong side of a sacrificial alter. He joined with the other Clans to oppose One Eye earlier. He's already died 8 times before Thunder arrives.
Thunderstar could have all the might of One Eye on his own side, if he takes Star Flower's offer. He could open up Skystar's worthless throat and be done with him right here. It would feel good, it would feel so, so good.
But where is the honor in that? And where would it end, afterwards, with an ancient God released back into the world?
"A true warrior doesn't need to kill to win their battles," means that there are times you are releasing someone who will go back to a position where they could do harm. But 8 lives down, after being helplessly tortured for hours, being sacrificed to a monster he had previously lent his strength to fight... that is where it crosses the line between Justice and Revenge.
It wouldn't make Thunderstar ""just as bad"" if he took that deal. He doesn't take it because he's better than Skystar will ever be.
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forevercloudnine · 8 months
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on again and off again and on again and
batcat break up and/or hook up playlist (Spotify || Youtube)
Too Close Sir Chloe // Lost Kitten Metric // Blah Blah Blah The Oozes // Wet Dazey and the Scouts // get him back! Olivia Rodrigo // Rehab People Planet // Margarita Spin Doctors // Paris Kate Nash // Denial Thing Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra (Spotify Alt: Gives You Hell All-American Rejects) // I Really F**cked It Up GIRLI // Good in Bed Dua Lipa
#batcat#bruce wayne#selina kyle#catwoman#gotham war#kind of. this playlist has been in progress for several years but gotham war was what finally compelled me to finish it#it's been sitting in my in-progress private playlist folder as 'epic divorce hours' since 2021#okay so this goes selina pov -> bruce pov -> selina pov etc until the very last song#'too close' is selina being tired of the fragile rich boy telling her what to do like he doesn't have his own problems#'lost kitten' is bruce classism hours plus like. lost kitten catwoman do you need me to debase myself by explaining this#'blah blah blah' is literally an anti-tory hate anthem#which i think is funny as a selina breaking up with law-and-order-billionaire bruce wayne moment. but also his eyes are blue 💙#'wet' is bruce left-at-the-altar self pity hour with a cameo from his eternal death wish#'get him back!' fits the 'i love you but fuck off' thesis of the playlist but also 'when he said something wrong he'd just fly me to france#is just such a funny line for selina. to me#'rehab' is bruce hypocritically wanting selina to fix herself and get her act together and then giving up on her#margarita is the divorce song of all time so i had no choice in adding it. and it did have to be selina's because bruce is not a drinker#but 'take the salt from my wounds and put it in my margarita' is also in general selina attitude rather than a bruce one#'paris' is bruce bemoaning that selina never listens to him re: too close from the beginning#'denial thing' is SUCH a perfect selina yelling at bruce song it kills me that it's not on spotify. whatever#'gives you hell' is an adequate replacement for the spotify version because bruce IS still working at a 9[pm] to 5[am] pace#and it does taste bad. and also his shiny car did not get him far#'i really f**cked it up' (asterisks are in the actual song title unfortunately) is bruce's anger issues guilt complex etc#and then 'good in bed' is for both of them because it's them hooking up after an argument. boom playlist over#playlist#<- remembering my tag organization system at the very end of a wall of text that is way too long for how short this playlist is
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littledreamling · 1 year
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A Funeral for a Living Ghost
An excerpt from my upcoming ficlet about religion and mourning and the process of letting go
Hob Gadling had a bad habit of attending his own funerals.
It had started in the early 1500's. He had taken something of an extended vacation, traveling to the Holy City of Rome, finally restored to its former glory after languishing for years while the Papacy resided in France. When he had returned to London after twenty or so years, his beard grown in and his hair significantly lighter from the southern sun, he had been welcomed back by his neighbors as his own son. He had been forced to, on the spot, spin a tall tale about his dear father, who had met his demise under the hooves of a draft horse. The entire town, good Catholic Christians that they had been, had insisted on a funeral. Last rites and all, they had said, and Hob had been too touched to refuse. The majority of the attendees hadn't even known him; they had simply known of him, had heard stories from their parents about their old friend, Robert Gadling.
There hadn't been a body to bury, for obvious reasons, but he assured his neighbors, to the best of his ability, that the body of his father had been laid to rest in Rome. Not home soil, but holy soil nonetheless. Still, his neighbors insisted that there be, if not a funeral, a service. A commemoration of his life, of everything Robert Gadling had done for his community and once again, Hob was too touched to refuse.
The church had been quiet; the kind of quiet you could feel in your soul. It was the quiet of respect, of mourning, of a great and terrible sorrow. In that quiet, Hob Gadling found himself thinking of his own father, the father he truly had lost, and found that the stinging tears prickling at his eyes were as real as any he'd ever shed.
For the first time, he had allowed himself to mourn his friends; those he had known, the parents and grandparents of those who filled the pews of the church, those he had seen be born, those he had seen take their first steps and babble their first words, those he had attended weddings and funerals for. He had allowed himself to mourn that version of Hob Gadling, the name he would never wear again, the person he could never be again, the life he lived until he could live it no longer. He had mourned, and then he had left.
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lizeon · 2 months
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ok between this
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i am not gonna be able to think about anything else besides tempus for the next 48 hours
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lobio · 1 year
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i open twitter the first thing i see is ppl talking aboyt The Couch™️ scene, i close twitter. IS WHAT I WOULD'VE DOJ3 IF I WERE A SANE PERSON. what i did was read everything and then cry about it
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papriqua · 2 months
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When I finish my durgetash comic about the perils of sticking your dick in crazy, then you will all see...
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handgiven · 7 months
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if works of clay could speak to the hands that cared for them, crafted them, molded them, soothed their edges and found beauty in the ones that survived the firing process. if bees could apologize for every sting against the hands that hold their home together, praise them for their good works with use and reward their endless labor. that is what he does when he tries to come in quietly after a drunken night, stands in the kitchen at ungodly hours checking tea to steep it just so, just right. when he argues and questions em's thoughts and plans and intentions with furrowed brow and flaring eyes but his hands are tucked in tight to his sides like if he doesn't hide his worry it will be all that he is. when the sleeping fallen wakes with phantom fingers through his hair and a blanket drawn up high and tucked in tight. when things like seashells and fridge magnets and goofy tourist kitsch accumulate on counters and plant pots and door frames. when prayers start to sound like ones to god and not to mercy, or maybe both, because there has never been a mercy like em or a faith like john's in his, and it is fragile and it is stained but he is smudging paint off a little pot he made just for the flowers that em will grow, and he is hoping it's enough, or nearly. just enough to repay it all, everything. just maybe.
make emmanuel feel loved !!🥺 / @talentforlying
if works of clay could speak to the glue that holds them together, even as ancient pressure pulls them apart, gilded seams mended with rough hands and a gentle heart. if the beekeeper could reliably convey his thanks to the bee for the way it recognises him every day, over and over, even as he's changed atom by atom into somebody else, sometimes multiple atoms at a time. if there was a way to simply speak the truth that speaks itself through wandering and finding oneself again in the other's proximity, upon his couch, underneath his blanket, with his hand in one's hair. or drinking his tea. or arguing with him over one more righteous thought. or welcoming him home after a while apart, after a while of worrying and not much else.
it's easy to feel like he doesn't do enough. it's easy to slip into that thought because it has been his home since the dawn of time, the driving force underneath all of that glorious need for kindness. g-d is away from his mind, yet the gift from him remains, and remains in emmanuel's hands and so he is still driven to do more, to be more. john can barely comprehend the reach of loyalty so divine. the reach of adoration without pedestals, without bowed heads, without mighty voices, -- and yet so great. so ethereal. yetnemmanuel does not ask him to comprehend. he asks him merely to stay and withstand it. every day, every moment he sees him. it might be too great an ask of a man who was once just human.
it's not spoken, however. none of it is ever spoken. what if one or the other should flee at words too clear? gestures and reliability is where their love resides. warmth and forgiveness. tending and being tended to. knick knacks upon the window sill. one doing his best to build off the other for the both of them to prosper, or at least survive another day. – it doesn't take long for the flowerpot to find its purpose among it all, small seedling of basil opening up more and more of its leaves over the few painted fingerprints left behind by a man too eager to try if the paint job has dried down yet (it hadn't, and so they stuck, forever).
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pinkkittysaw · 7 months
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yuuta okkotsu is definitely an enabler of your weirdgirl (gn) behavior
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cuntwrap--supreme · 8 months
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The fucking audacity of this man to tell me he's never cared about me, then ignore me when I say that it was unfair to lie to me when I've clearly been in love with him for years, only to come back almost 2 months later asking me how work is. I can't do this shit. I'm too stressed as is. Too few spoons for my own day to day.
#leon bitches#I'm ignoring him until i can think of something to even say. if i ever do.#all i asked is clarity on what he wants from me because I've wanted nothing more than to worship at his altar for years#that i was the saddest most groveling mutt to ever be born and he was the hand providing sustainance to me#literally everything I've done since i met him was to try to impress him. every job. every achievement. just to get his attention.#and it was so fucking obvious that he has to be lying when he says he didn't notice#and he just thinks it's ok to ignore me when i ask tough questions. just ignore me and pick back up in a month#once I've had time to cool down or whatever#but i haven't cooled down. i can't.#he's hurt me so badly and so many times#and yet i continue to come back to him like the addict i am. and he's the drug.#i want nothing more than whatever scraps he can bother to toss my way. yet i know this will be my downfall.#my ultimate perdition#and i know i should wisen up and tell him to go fuck himself... but i can't bring myself to do so#because losing him is losing the person I've been for so long now. i don't know who i am without his influence..#if he had just wanted something physical he should have said so to begin with#I'm a pretty understanding person. i know how people work and some people just want to fuck. that's fine.#but instead he made it sound as if he wanted to date me. and then didn't talk to me for over 3 months.#this cycle has been going on for almost a year now. i can't even begin to guess at how many years the stress of it has sheared from my life#so I'm ignoring him for now. perhaps in perpetuity. i haven't decided which will hurt less.
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lepidopteragirl · 2 years
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i am thinking about. my aus
#red wedding ccabinet r brothers they grew up together in foster care or smth similar until tubbo got adopted and so they wrote each other#letters to stay in contact but q was still so lonely and sad and sad and he was almost 17 when sam adopted him and he met tommy#who sam also adopted a few years before and tommy and q are brothers too but different#q was a little reserved and shy at first but the went on some horrendous poorly planned camping trip in a national park#and they got like. caught in the rain everything that can go wrong did go wrong#but theyve been family ever since etc#and ccabinet run back into each other at the most random time almost by chance and they reconnected and it was still them etc#and tubbo was the only one sitting in the audience when quackity finally managed to get schlatt to marry him properly#(schlatt was late.hours and hours. until most of the guests left and quackity was alone in his suit crying at the altar untilschlatt showed#up and brushed off all of quackitys concerns)#tubbo waited with him the whole time and sat in the audience and gave that fake smile that quackity knows how good he is at#(tommy and sam would have been there. but schlatt refused to let quackity bring his family)#quackity had to tell them the next morning over facetime on his own(schlatt preferred to sleep in)and pretend he didnt cry himself to sleep#but sam and tommy are both here this time and sam is just so happy he loves q and he loves his sons in law to be#and hes so glad to have his son happy w ppl who treat him well#and tommy just loves them too hes so exicted hes bouncy and all proud of himself in his groomsman suit#and tubbos there too hes brought his son and hes been a little quieter lately since his husband died#but this time his smile is genuine and quackity can tell#waugh i think about them all the time
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a-passing-storm · 1 year
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Aeneid II. 201-224 is like... my favorite little section ever. 
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