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beesbeesbees42 · 2 months
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Every instance of One I could find in the new episode!!!
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egberts · 7 months
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the post i reblogged about how there are mature 23 year olds that have degrees and children is so bad. like we have to acknowledge the wealth inequality that leads to these twenty-three year olds to be able to run their lives like that in the first place, they don't have their life together for no reason, they almost certainly had the money and support to get to that point. maturity based off things like kids, college, mortgage is just a thinly veiled echo of capitalism's skewed view on success in life. there are plenty of young poor people with children who you'd just as quickly throw into the immature category
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I think the most egregious excuse I’ve seen for people modding astarion to look like temu brand j*mes ch*rles is some shit like “well maybe we don’t want to be romancing someone who looks 40 years old” THEN DONT ROMANCE THE (two hundred and) 40 YEAR OLD???????? YOU FUCKING IDIOT??????? HELLO??????
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deuynndoodles · 4 months
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[id: a 5-panel, sketched vertical comic featuring wild and four's colors from linked universe.
in the first panel, wild holds an apple and says, "i love when something makes you mad, and then you eat food and you're like. ok that still sucks but i'm normal about it now".
in the second panel, green and red say simultaneously, "thought you said smithing".
in the third panel, with a finger to his chin, vio says, "i thought you said smithing and wondered what blacksmith was seething over their creation". in the blurred background blue holds a messed up sword and seethes. in the next panel, vio is blurred and blue is clear to see.
in the last panel, wild takes another bite of his apple and chews. "lots of dwarves in the crowd tonight," he remarks. end id]
my friend said this post was wild + four and i knew i had to draw it
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cosmidaze · 8 days
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plushie!! 🧸✨
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The amount of leftists who can't tell the difference between
"You should recycle, but it's not going to stop impeding climate doom"
and
"You shouldn't recycle because it's not your fault the planet is imploding"
is baffling. Like, you're allowed to be mad about greenwashing while still trying to live as sustainably as possible. Buying glassware instead of plasticware isn't gonna stop the planet from falling apart, but it's certainly better than saying "ah fuck it" and supporting the production and landfilling of plastic waste. Even if it's just by a tiny, individual's amount, it's still better than doing nothing. This "all or nothing" mentality that these people claim is tearing apart American politics is quite literally at the heart of their entire belief system.
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entertainment · 9 months
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Fanfiction is a huge part of Tumblr- My question for you all is, have you read any fanfiction about your characters, or characters from other pieces of media?
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jackalspine · 8 months
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danny warrior cats au for the drawing thing
you always know what to say <3
Too bad I’m the worst and completely did not see this ask for like. A month.
Anyways. blood rushed to my head and I had to draw @mossydoodles ‘s dp cat AU
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Hehe idk why but I ALWAYS forget how fun cats are to draw EVERY FUCKN TIME I stop and am always astonished abt it all over again
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🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
The guy boy <3
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goldenpinof · 4 months
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pinof 9 my beloved <3
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kyouka-supremacy · 2 days
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One last thread. Hoshikawa illustrations that reference other Harukawa bsd illustrations (1/3)
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snowthedemonfox · 1 year
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donnie taught him that
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mikeywayarchive · 1 year
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paulharries: The brothers Way. MK3 May 22.
[Jan 29, 2023]
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poemsonmars · 4 months
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you could swallow me whole
and i would still apologize
for putting up too much
of a fight on the way down.
watch how i curl into myself,
trying to keep my sharp parts
away from the inside of your throat.
i'm sorry if i make you bleed.
i've never been very good
at just letting things happen.
i've never been a natural
when it comes to being soft.
-mars
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jasmines-library · 6 months
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Devil in Disguise
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WHUMPTOBER DAY 29: Prompt ‘oxygen deprivation’
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: After escaping from the cage, Lucifer decides to pay Sam a visit, only he's not there. So he settles on the next best thing: you.
Warnings: Choking, near death
Word count: 1.2k
MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS
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No matter how many times you wished things would go your way, you never seemed to be that lucky. That was to say the least.
You were waiting antsily for your brothers to return, bouncing your leg restlessly and picking the thumb around your skin. They had only gone on a supply run; something they had done hundreds of times, but today something was different. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. Every time you turned your back, you felt as though an invisible hand was trailing down your spine, but each time you turned to take a look, the feeling stopped. Perhaps it was to do with the face that Lucifer was back from the cage. 
It was an odd sensation. Seeing Lucifer possess your best friend. It was stranger to know what he was doing with his body too. The havoc and disruption he caused. You would have liked to have said that it got easier when he left Cas and returned to his first vessel, but then you were faced with the constant reminder of what he had done to Sam. You weren’t really sure which was worse. 
To try and take your mind off of things, you had settled down in the library with a book, A leather-bound copy of a handwritten journal that once belonged to a woman of letters. You had just settled into it when you heard it; a loud crash that thundered through the bunker. You had an unwanted visitor. 
Leaving the book on the armchair, you crept into the hallway, snagging a pistol that lay on the table on the way past. The good thing about the bunker was that it was crawling with weapons and you knew it like the back of your hand. But seemingly, so did the intruder. 
A cold hand wrapped its digits around your arm. You yelped as you were whipped around to face Lucifer. Tall and looming over you he grinned, flashing you his pearly teeth. 
“Hiya, Y/n?” He gave you a small wave. “ d’ya miss little old me?”
You shoved him off, holding the gun out in front of you even though you knew that your actions would be in vain. “Get away from me.”
You tried to run further into the bunker, but were stopped by an invisible force, keeping your body in place as though you were surrounded by a block of concrete. “What do you want from me?” 
He shrugged, trailing a slender finger along your jaw. “Can’t I pay a Winchester a visit?”
You gave him a firm look. 
“Okay. Fine.” He chewed the inside of his lip. “I got bored. All this hopping around… i'd got nothing to do. But now I’m back in good ol’ Nick. Well. I thought it would be nice to see some old friends. Maybe take Sammy on a little trip down memory lane. But it seems he’s not here right now. Isn’t that right?”
You didn’t respond. You just grimaced as he took your jaw in his grip and forced you to face him. You tried to squirm but were held still. 
“So, It looks like I'll just have to deal with the next best thing.”
You didn’t have a chance to react as he flung you against the wall, your head snacking against the blue tiles, helpless as you felt the invisible force squeeze you against the wall. 
“Let me go.” You demanded, desperately trying to pry your limbs away from the tile. 
Lucifer just pursed his lips. “Hm. I think this is much more interesting.”
“Sam and Dean’ll be back at any moment and then you’ll be a dead-”
Suddenly an invisible hand wrapped its way around your neck. “You talk too much.
You dropped to the floor, clawing at your neck as you tried to relieve some of the pressure that was crushing your windpipe like it was a can. You gasped and stuttered, trying to hungrily suck in air that refused to pass into your lungs. The agony that blossomed from them was unbearable; fiery and raw. 
Lucifer just smirked as he watched you struggle, tightening his mercilessly around your throat. 
Your chest constricted with fear. You had never imagined you would go down like this. For years you had believed you would go swinging. Never alone and without saying goodbye to your brothers. You flailed wildly as black spots swirled in your vision, and everything faded in and out.Your shoes slipped against the floor, struggling to find a grip on anything in your panic-filled reverie. That was until it stopped. 
Lucifer’s clutch on you vanished as your two brothers stormed into the bunker, noticing your absence. It was then that he heard the struggle coming from the halls. They had never moved faster than they did as they raced towards you, catching the devil off guard and after some struggle managed to restrain him with the cuffs. 
Sam was at your side in a second, squatting besides you. He placed his hands on your shoulder and forced you to look at him with your wide eyes. You were hyperventilating, breaths coming in short and desperate gasps. 
“Hey, Hey. Kiddo. Look at me.” You watched him carefully. Observing the way that his hair framed his face. “Follow my breathing.”
You took in a shaky, but deeper breath feeling the air rush into your lungs. You tried to follow your brother's breathing until yours settled into an even rhythm. 
“That’s it kid. You’re okay. We’re here.”
He wiped the stray tears that had fallen from your eyes and brough your head to his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. You curled up tightly on his lap like you used to do when you were a small child afraid of the monsters that lurked under your bed. You leaned into his warmth, seeking solace in his cologne. 
“You’re okay kid.” He mumbled into your hair, threading your hair through his fingers. He eased you up into his arms and carried you off down the hall. When you dared peak over his shoulder, you noticed that Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. It was likely that Dean had forced him into the dungeon, but you clung closer to Sam just in case. 
He then eased open the heavy door with a creak and crossed the room in two large strides to lay you down on the comforter,Your head snapped up when he stepped away for a moment, panic clutching you tightly again.
You sniffled. “Sammy?”
“I’m here.” He said, returning moments later with Dean who had managed to slip in through the door at some point. 
He perched on the end of the bed. “Hey sweetheart.” He pulled you in close to his chest as his brother came round to sit on your other side. 
“You’re okay sweetheart.” Sam soothed. “He can’t get you anymore. No one is going to hurt you.”
You shuffled in closer to them, as exhaustion began to settle over your body. 
“Why don’t you try and get some rest, kiddo?”
You nodded hesitantly. “Stay with me? Please.”
Dean pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Of course sweetheart. We’re not going anywhere.”
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<- DAY 28 ⛤ DAY 30 ->
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