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artschoolglasses · 11 months
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Americans not giving a shit about the wildfires burning down forests and homes in Canada until smoke starts spreading across the border. Meanwhile Indigenous communities across the country are far more likely to be impacted by the fires and I’ve seen all of one link to a charity and about nine million memes. 🙃
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ohposhers · 2 months
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troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway
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hyolks · 3 months
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give it back
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scoutingthetrooper · 6 months
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Good Morning, World.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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gooseinsoup · 3 months
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save me nanny ashtoreth.... save me
saw this dress on instagram and then the worms in my brain took over :D
if anyone has a dress theyd like to suggest to see a femziraphale in... send it thru my askbox or dms cause im on the hunt too :3
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 100
“What are you, a Kent?” 
It’s a saying in the world of the supernatural. A well-known one even. See, several, many generations back, no one quite knows when, the Kent family managed to run afoul of a particularly nasty creature who laid a curse upon them. The original wording, no one quite knows either, but the gist, everyone is aware of. For no firstborns will be born to them before they already have one. 
It was supposed to be airtight in a way, a curse that would end the entire bloodline really. For a child to exist before they could have a child? How could that be? 
Well. That curse had… backfired. It had backfired massively. Most, at least back when blood was everything, didn’t exactly ponder things like adoption to those outside of their own bloodline. The Kents however, lived in a very simple village, one that had disease spread through it often back then, leaving families childless and children parentless. 
What were they to do but take them in? And so they had a son, many sons and daughters even, before their firstborn. Now of course, most would simply dismiss it afterwards. After all, that was the end of the story, isn’t it? 
Well, no. See, the curse was a family-line curse, a just in case perhaps, that meant that each generation could not have any children until they had children. Perhaps it should have ended there, but well. It didn’t. 
Kents are a strange breed in the world of the supernatural, known for having a… bit of an adoption problem. If any child or babe were to be left near their land, one can be assured the family line would take them in as their own. 
Fae, demon, human, changeling, satyr, cyclops, half-breeds, werewolf- it didn’t matter. A Kent would gladly pick the child up and raise it as their own. And now, they could add aliens to that long, long list in the family line. 
And really, perhaps with this context, is it really surprising that when one Clark Kent, said alien, opens his door to a basket on his doorstep holding a trio of godlings, he takes them in with no questions asked? 
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morningwedding · 11 months
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brown butter lemon and blueberry pancakes 🍋🫐 lightly stewed blueberries, homemade white butter (makkhan), thyme and maple syrup
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yangjeongin · 1 month
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6 YEARS WITH STRAY KIDS — #Youtiful6YearsOfSKZ
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mmmairon · 8 months
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Home was the only place left.
Prints
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lariej · 2 months
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laughing at the asexual ‘hook ups’ i had with this girl who was fully down for just coming round to mine after a night out, lying in bed with me, and cuddling, and that’s it
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theneighborhoodwatch · 2 months
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my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “homewarming party” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd.
me: yeah whatever man. i don’t feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude i swear this is just remderem
my buddy eddie white knuckle gripping the armrests: i think i need to go home
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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years
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Today's aesthetic is people who get turned into monsters after a slow boil of suffering they cannot escape until it comes to a head and someone or something tries to kill them and the killing blow is the catalyst for the transformation into something beyond the natural. They eventually return not a human form but the scar from the killing blow never heals right- instead of scar tissue never turns human again, and is forever a slice of that monstrous form, whether they decide to return to it or not.
A girl whose throat was cut but the scar on her neck is a second mouth that speaks the truth of what happened to her by it's mere existence. A boy who is the victim of a war in the ancient world and when the soldier's spears pierce his back, it's where he sprouts the first of dozens of angelic wings. A victim of a fire whose burn scars are forever the writhing void of the shadow-creature they became.
A story where the characters meet them as humans first, then see the scar, and there's an element of horror trying to guess what kind of monster they became and why from that sliver of information alone. Like trying to divine the specific cause of hanahaki by researching the symbolic meaning of the flowers, except the flowers might be extremely dangerous.
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sincerelytennessee · 4 months
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opera-ghost · 21 days
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society if phantom of the opera was back on broadway
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marinawoznjuksworld · 1 month
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