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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 1 year

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Raft- James Ford (2)

Pairing: James Ford x Reader

Characters: James Ford

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 419

Author: Charlotte

Reality and delirium became one and the same. You weren’t sure if you were conscious or not when you heard your name being called through the void. It wasn’t until your back hit the raft and the cold evening air hit your sodden skin that you were certain you were alive. With a deep gasp, you filled your lungs back with air, coughing up the last of the water you had swallowed.

You tried to thrash, not sure if you were safe or not, but your flailing limbs were held firmly.

“You’re okay,” you heard the familiar southern twang.

Your eyes shot open to take in the darkness of the night sky in the middle of the ocean. You could have been unconscious for a second or an hour, and the remnants of the raft could have floated anywhere in that time. Barely any of the raft was still floating with Sawyer and Michael still there with you, Jin and Walt no longer visible in the night.

“Sawyer,” you whispered.

The only warmth to you came from your heart. The thought of him calling for you, searching to save you, gave you some kind of hope for the two of you, even if it could just be a sign he was a decent human being- both outcomes were equally unlikely.

A weak smile curled onto your lips as you reached out a hand to rest on top of his.

“What’re you smiling at?” He asked, thinking you had completely lost your mind to have found any form of joy in your circumstances.

“You were calling for me,” you croaked. “You do care.”

Sawyer rolled his eyes at you. Deep down part of him did care and when he breached the waters surface and couldn’t find you, he felt a pain that he had never felt before, one that wasn’t coming from the gunshot to his shoulder.

“I was also calling for Jin,” he stated.

You gave his hand a squeeze. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

You sat up on what was left of the raft. There was barely anything that was left of it, nearly all the supplies gone, leaving the three of you in a worse state than you had been before. You turned your attention back to Sawyer, red merging into the general wetness of his shirt.

“You’re hurt,” you whispered, your head still a little bleary.

“I was shot sweetheart and hauled your arse back up here,” he huffed. “But I’ve got bigger worries than a bullet.”

#Raft #Part 2 #James Ford #James Ford Imagine #James Ford One Shot #Sawyer #Sawyer Imagine #Sawyer One Shot #Lost #Lost TV #Lost Imagine #Lost One Shot #Charlotte

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urfavchaotichotmess · 1 year

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What the slashers smell like :

Bo ;

He smells like cigarettes (menthol) , car oil and gasoline. the cheap gasoline smell, not the good one that makes your mouth water. On days he actually showers he’ll smell like the 3in1 body wash or very rarely irish spring soap bar.

Vincent ; {had help on this one 🧍🏻‍♀️ ngl }

wax of course because what else would he smell like, a musky smell mixed with sweat from slaving away in the basement & a lemon like smell. probably from the scent based waxes laying around.

Lester ;

he smells like animal blood, sweat BUT he uses deodorant he finds laying around so his B.O isn’t atrocious. you’d definitely give him a long hug though. he’s so precious i love his life.

Michael ;

he just straight up stinks. that’s my man and all and imma stand beside him but the homeboy just stinks. a whole can of bounce that ass. he probably has 16+ cavities built up over the years. he smells like a decaying body and pure shit.

Thomas/Bubba ;

they smell like flowers, meat and laundry detergent. i just know they’re clean. you cannot convince me that they aren’t the cleanest slashers in the history of slashing. chefs kiss.

Jason ;

mildew, dirt and fresh cut grass is what comes to my mind when i think about Jason. i just know his clothes are just full of that mildew scent. he probably don’t change his boxers either. love him tho

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art-fries-87 · 5 months

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Veronica Sawyer!!!

#heathers fanart #heathers #veronica sawyer #IM SORRY I HAVE IDEAS #but it always goes back to the head shot #I was taking too much trying to come up with ideas of how to draw a dating sim au #like i think id be funny to just draw Chandler in one of those poses with a blob of text infront of her asking the pov person(veronica)#out on a date #like 🫨😩😵‍💫 yk

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rainymoodlet · 10 months

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feelin super-dee-duper normal abt this sim i made for @buglaur's handsome cowpoke...

#the more i stare at her the more i know they're gonna end up best drinking buddies who arm wrestle at 4am but gdi #i'm fixing her wickedwhims this time so she's at least ATTRACTED to the guy #i will never forgive naomi :((( never.#she's supposed to have a godawful farmers tan but guess who forgot that when she went to take pictures :)))))#this sim made me want to do sim requests tbh fkjdhfds im boutta revamp my whole sim style and then finish these one-on-ones #and then boooom into the rose ceremony and hiatus!!! before i come back for sim reqs when i have the time mwahaha #;extras #this is sawyer!! i forget her last name but it started with a c #i would die for her and also she owns a shot-gun and also she hates you probably (she prefers animals) but she's got a chipped front tooth #and a heart of gold i promise you #in my mind she's a horse behavioral therapist dskfdf #also yes that's just dallas with hair fight me :c i have one pretty base sim eat me #after dallas f!sims with hair look STRANGE to me dskfhdf #sim: sawyer cavazos

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 6 months

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Peyton painting that mural though. Okay. What did it actually say? Do you know what the quote is? 'cause I kept trying to read it and I couldn't catch it. -Bethany

It's the end of Lucas's book. It's the whole thing about how like love remade him and.. -Sophia

Made me like young again. Made me whole again. And it's a picture of the comet smashing into all of it. -Hilarie

Oh man. I've really missed that. -Bethany

And and he says it, it what it looks like at least is that in his writing of that final paragraph, he says, I will always love you, like in, in it at some point. 'cause you can see that kind of at the bottom of the comet and then she does the like return Return Yeah. On the computer screen thing and says, I will always love you Peyton. So yeah, she like gave him his book back. -Sophia

Really? Made me miss the River court. Damn. That shot of Chad standing in the middle of the quote. -Bethany

The big aerial shot. -Sophia

There was so many epic artistic shots and moments in this episode. -Bethany

#drama queens #super cool #beautiful shot #love #one tree hill #othedit #othedits #leyton #lucas x peyton #peyton x lucas #lucas scott #peyton sawyer #chad michael murray #hilarie burton #gif #gifs #gifset

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tricoufamily · 1 year

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who up this morning born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes

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dirtychainsawconfessions · 2 months

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Imagine back shots in the sunflower field from the first film

#notsafe #confession #imagine #The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #tcm #tcm 1974 #EDIT: I had said there are no other good clear shots of the sunflower field but that's a lie. There is one earlier just from farther away #This is more of an upclose shot of the sunflowers specifically - and there aren't any in focus of the flowers themselves 🌻#If you want to immerse yourself in imagining being railed/railing in the flower field behind the Sawyer home play the video game 🌻🌻🌻#Because God the game is so gorgeous in terms of scenery and does such a loving job of recreating the environment #Be careful though because The Hitchhiker might be waiting for you there

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oneshotnewbie · 5 months

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Maggie and Alex's daughter gets beaten up and injured at school because her moms are gay.

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A chilly Friday dawned on this clear day over National City as you said goodbye to both your mothers with a warm smile and a friendly demeanor and headed off to school. But within that peaceful aura of yours, there was an invisible darkness that hovered over your life five days a week, causing you to despair. Your mothers, Alex and Maggie, had been happily married for four years, loved each other deeply and had raised you with love and care. Although their love was strong and real, in this conservative teenage community, where hormones reigned supreme, their relationship was highly controversial and it was not acceptable in the narrow minds of some of your classmates.

As you walked through the school gates of National City High School and put one foot in front of the other, you immediately felt the tense atmosphere that would accompany you through everyday school life. As you entered the building, textbooks clutched tightly to your chest, the corridors and halls filled with excited students as the first school bells rang. Sneaking around people, you tried not to draw any more attention to yourself, but the other students' eyes seemed to be on you.

The whispers and giggles were like poisonous arrows piercing your soul and you tried to make your way to your first class, head bowed, when suddenly a group of classmates were throwing insults at you while they laughed behind your back. For the normal teenagers, you were special. "Look at this, people! The adopted girl brought into a lesbian family is on the move again!" one of the boys mocked, nudging his friends to make them laugh maliciously and you felt a lump forming in your throat. "That is perverted."

The words cut through your heart like a knife, seemed to echo in your ears and settle in your brain, your heart starting to increase it´s beat. You tried to hold back the tears and continued walking to his locker, where you planned to put the third through sixth period books. But as you walked towards your locker, you saw a paper hanging on your door that said "Daughter of the Lesbian Gang" written in all caps. The despair and pain overwhelmed you, but you tried to keep yourself together so as not to look like a weakling and make your situation worse.

Things were not any better in class. Some students made snide and mocking comments about your family, and others laughed at you while sticky paper balls were pushed into your hair through a straw. Your teacher either did not seem to notice anything or deliberately ignored the situation and you felt completely alone.

During the first break, the cruelty of the classmates continued. You sat on a bench in the quiet corner of the schoolyard, tears reflecting in your eyes as you looked at your lovingly prepared breakfast that Maggie had made. You felt misunderstood and hurt, your mothers having no idea what happened during school time. You had never said a word about it in their presence. Your thoughts were interrupted when you were pushed away by another student and landed unceremoniously on the floor, spilling your lunch all over the dirty floor. A hateful aura arose around you that seemed threatening to you.

"Oops, I am sorry about that, freakshow" bystanders laughed at a tall girl's words and pointed a finger at you as you tried to pick yourself up and keep your dignity. More students joined in the laughter, and soon several curious eyes found themselves on you. "I am not a freak show and it is not fair to judge my family!" you shouted, the hurt evident in your eyes as you tried to defend yourself from the harsh words.

The girl, a grade higher than you, laughed scornfully and stepped closer before grabbing you by the collar and throwing you to the ground again, straddling your thighs to keep you beneath her. A blow from the clenched fist that hit you in the eyebrow caused a deep cut into your skin through the ring on one finger, which immediately began to bleed. The other students did not dare to pull the girl away from you and help you, but joined in the mockery and cheered her with wild clapping and whistling.

You felt like you were under a magnifying glass as you tried to protect yourself from her blows, but your hands were pinned to the floor by the wrists under her knees. Your heart was pounding with fear and anger, but you did not dare defend yourself further. You tried to hold back tears as you begged for mercy, multiple insults with each blow cutting into your soul like knife stabs. "You are just embarrassing, just like your weird married mothers. No wonder no one likes you."

At the end of the school day, you did not even dare take the school bus. You would not find any peace there, as a few older students were already making fun of you and blocking your way trying to get there. Instead you walked home for three quarters of an hour in the rain. When you got home, your mothers were still at work and you were trying to hide and explain a solution to the injuries on your face. The wounds inflicted on you would heal. But the emotional scars cut deep and hurt your sense of self-worth immensely.

While you were taking care of yourself, you wondered if you should confess to your mothers so they could place you in another school. You could not continue like this in the long run, it would destroy you.

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crackedoutwalnut · 6 months

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For Heather requests:

Um, ChanDuke. Heather and Heather bonding over nerdy things they secretly enjoy.

I was thinking Spider-Man for Heather Chandler and Homestuck for Heather Duke. But I don't want to make it hard for you, so whichever interest you want for them is fine.

Thank you in advance))

A/N: this is a super cute idea. Chanduke has always been a sleeper hit of a ship.

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Despite what most of her classmates may think, Heather Duke had a life outside of her clique. The studious girl often found herself losing hours of the day reading. Whether at school, home or in the passenger seat of Heather Chandler’s car, she could almost always be found with a book in hand. Her taste leaned toward dense and wordy novels such as Moby Dick, Les Misérables, Crime and Punishments, etc. However, recently, Duke has started to grow weary of the complex and often depressing literature she tended to enjoy. She supposed it was a temporary burnout, something every bookworm must face after exhausting their favorite genre.

This naturally led Duke to search for new books. She picked up memoirs, fantasy, YA, and various other genres. While she liked a lot of the books she read well enough, it didn’t spark her interest like the stories she usually read. This led her to feel oddly a tad stir-crazy. She needed new books to read. This led her to the second biggest bookworm in Westerburg, Veronica Sawyer. Duke decided to pop the question at lunch.

“You want to ask me for book recommendations? Heather, you literally never take my advice,” Veronica scoffed, jabbing at her salad with a plastic spork.

“Ugh, I know. That’s how you know I’m desperate.”

Veronica rolled her eyes, “Go fuck yourself, Duke. Let’s see… Have you read A Little Life? It’s super good, plus I know you’ve always liked that intense, sad shit.”

Duke sighed, “I need something different, Veronica. Like we’re talking way out of my usual preferences.”

Veronica forked a tomato into her mouth and pondered for a moment. “Well, sometimes when I’m really bored, I read my old Spiderman comics.

Duke wrinkled her nose and immediately began to shut down the idea, “Comic books? Veronica, what the fuck are you talking about?” She glanced over at the other Heathers, who had been remarkably quiet up until now, for backup.

McNamara seemed just as put off by the idea, “I agree with Heather. Aren’t comics, like, weird?”

Veronica scowled, “It is not weird; a lot of people read and collect comics all the time.”

“Weird people,” Mac shot back playfully. Veronica gave her girlfriend an unamused look.

Duke turned to the silent member of the table, “Heather? What do you think?”

Her girlfriend had stayed unusually quiet, given how opinionated she seemed to be on every other possible topic. Chandler had been silently eating her salad, watching the exchange with indifference.

“I’ll be honest, there are about a million other topics I would rather be talking about,” Heather replied dryly.

“You’re no help,” Duke shot back. Heather gave her a mocking pout alongside a patronizing pat on the head.

Veronica clicked her tongue and shook her head, “See, this is why I don’t bother,” she paused to fish through her backpack. She whipped out two comics, both with Spiderman posing or fighting on the cover. “Take these, just in case.”

Duke rolled her eyes and accepted them from her, “Fine, but I won’t read them. I hope you know that.”

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Heather read both comics. Twice. Then she promptly ordered the rest of the series, consumed all 50 volumes in half a week, and ordered more. Heather Duke was not proud to admit that she was infatuated with the comics. It had taken her a week to work up the courage to read Veronica’s books, but when she did, she found she was unable to stop. She didn’t tell Veronica this, of course, she simply returned the comics with a short “not my thing.” The brunette dropped the topic after that, and the Spiderman matter was dropped and forgotten by the posse. Or, at least, it would have been. To put it simply, Duke was caught with her pants down by the worst possible person: her girlfriend. Heather had gotten leagues better about being unnecessarily cruel to Duke when they confessed their shared feelings. However, Chandler was still by no means an open-minded person. Duke recalled the time she saw a classmate wearing a pair of unsightly striped overalls to class. She had told the kid straight to his face that “if he wanted to dress like a shitty train conductor, he could go jump in front one.”

Duke had been reading in her bed. It was a Saturday afternoon, and she was free for the entire day to do whatever she pleased. This led her to indulge in her guilty pleasure. For far longer than she cared to admit, Duke lay atop her covers, idly reading a volume. Until her bedroom door burst open. Duke nearly leaped from her skin as she dropped the comic and looked up.

Heather Chandler stood at the entrance of the room, arms crossed. “So, I guess you don’t answer your texts now?”

Duke’s eyes widened as her hand shot to grab her phone and pull it towards her. Her girlfriend had been texting her… for a while. Various texts asked her if she could hang out or if she could come over, which became increasingly snappy and whiny as the thread progressed. “Oh shit, Heather. I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”

Heather walked closer and focused on the book she had dropped. Her eyes widened, “Reading Spiderman comics?” Duke’s face flushed as she quickly stuffed the comics under her pillow.

“Heather, can you please forget you saw this? I know it’s probably funny and weird, but I really like them and- “Duke was cut off with a soft kiss on her cheek. She rubbed her tingling cheek in baffled silence as she looked up at her lover. Heather was giving her an amused smile.

“Chill, Duke. I’m not going to spill about your geeky ass pastime.” She grabbed the comic from under the pillow, despite Duke’s weak protests. “Who is this anyway? Mysterio?”

Duke paused. The man fighting the titular hero on the cover was indeed Mysterio. But… “How did you know that?” she questioned, snatching the volume from her girlfriend’s hands.

It was Heather’s turn to pause. She opened her mouth slightly, looking uncharacteristically flustered. Her freckled cheeks flushed, “Well I- “

Duke’s eyes widened, and an ear-splitting grin took over her face. “Do you like Spiderman, Heather?”

Chandler’s jaw dropped, and her face was now beet red, “Duke, you can’t tell anyone. I’ll be ripped to shreds.”

Heather felt a pang of pity for her girlfriend. For all her bravado and fuck you attitude, the Queen of Westerburg had an anxious streak, specifically when it comes to her image. Heather Chandler is borderline militaristic when it comes to her physical and social image. She spends over an hour grooming herself in the mornings and schmoozes with college kids until she inevitably gets invited to a party. The idea of anyone finding out about their shared guilty pleasure probably caused the girl to feel hysterical. Duke laid a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “Heather, you’re my girlfriend. I would never do that. Plus, we’re kind of in the same boat,” she cracked a smile.

Chandler’s shoulders loosened slightly as she nodded. “Right,” She cleared her throat and glanced at the comic for a moment as if she was working up her courage, “Who’s your favorite?” Duke’s smile grew at the unusually nervous demeanor.

“Honestly? Gwen Stacy, I really like her comics.

Chandler’s glowed as she sat on the bed; Duke quickly joined her. “She’s my favorite too.” The two looked at each other, seemingly taking in the new information together.

Duke broke the silence, “Why would you think I would make fun of you for something like that?”

Heather gave her an exasperated look, “The same reason you would.”

Duke winced, “Right. Still, it’s a little sad that we can’t share that sort of stuff with each other.”

She received a sharp laugh in reply, “Can’t or won’t? Duke, we aren’t the most forthcoming people in the world.”

Heather let out a guffaw, “That’s true. However, now that we do know about this…would you like to read some comics with me?” Chandler’s eyes shone as she gave her a soft, toothy grin that made Duke’s heartbeat funny.

“I would be honored, Heather.”

#heathers #heathers one shot #heathers fic #chanduke #heathers musical #heathers the movie #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #veronica sawyer

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sawyerslvt · 25 days

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Masterlist <3

[MY EDITS] [I] [II] [III] [IV] [V] [VI] [VII] [One Shot] (Leland McKinney TCM) Roller Skating With Leland [One Shot] (Bubba Sawyer TCM) Bubba's First Time [One Shot] (Johnny Slaughter TCM) Missing My Princess [One Shot] (Johnny Slaughter TCM) Bathroom Sex [One Shot] (Johnny Slaughter TCM) Head On The Road [Series] Two Sides To The Devil (Johnny Slaughter) ♡ Episode 1 ♡ ♡ Episode 5 ♡ ♡ Episode 2 ♡ ♡ Episode 6 ♡ ♡ Episode 3 ♡ ♡ Episode 7 ♡ ♡ Episode 4 ♡ ♡ Episode 8 ♡ [Series] Johnny or Leland? (Johnny Slaughter + Leland Mckinney) ♡ Episode 1 ♡ ♡ Episode 4 ♡ ♡ Episode 2 ♡ ♡ Episode 5 ♡ ♡ Episode 3 ♡ ♡ Episode 6 ♡

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

#fluff #smut #masterlist #new #writer #fanfiction #ff #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre game #johnny slaughter #leatherface #leland mckinney #one shot #reader #fem reader #beginner #johnny sawyer

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 1 year

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Raft- James Ford (1)

Pairing: James Ford x Reader

Characters: James Ford

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 401

Author: Charlotte

Sawyer did everything in his power to make it clear to you that he did not care about you. The fact that you were only one of a few survivors floating on a bundle of sticks in the middle of the ocean, didn’t seem to mean anything to him, instead the two of you were nothingness. On the island he had seemed to care for a moment, or maybe you just wanted to see that; maybe you just wanted to see something more between you other than your physical relations. You tried to ignore how much that hurt though, to be used and discarded and seen as nothing worth a second look but even the knowledge that once you found help for your fellow survivors, then you’d be unlikely to ever be in contact again.

It had been futile hope though. It was not much of a raft and there were only just enough supplies for the five of you to survive with if you were lucky enough to find land or another vessel soon and if you weren’t that lucky, then you had no idea what you were going to do. That quickly stopped becoming a problem. You didn’t know how far out the raft have travelled when hope grew, and you found a ship.

Time travelled quickly and slowly at once. With the help of a flare, the ship sailed up to the raft, but it wasn’t the saviour you had wanted. In the flash of an eye Sawyer was shot and flung off the raft into the water, Jin swiftly following to save him. Both you and Michael went to defend Walt, but it didn’t matter what you did because he was taken from you without mercy. You were doing your best to keep your balance as an item was thrown onto the raft. You had no idea what it was but the panic in Michael’s eyes told you everything you needed. Before you could decide what to do, Michael gave you a shove, jumping into the water behind you.

You weren’t even fully submerged before the raft was engulfed in flames, wreckage flying out in all directions.

A chunk of one of the logs flew out of the raft, the water not breaking its force before it slammed into your back. The wind in your lungs was shot out, being replaced by water as darkness consumed you.

#Raft #James Ford #James Ford Imagine #James Ford One Shot #Sawyer #Sawyer Imagine #Sawyer One Shot #Lost #Lost TV #Lost Imagine #Lost One Shot #Charlotte

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midnightdemonhunter · 7 months

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on the fence

#heathers #kurt kelly #veronica sawyer #heathers the musical #midnight draws #jd's hand as well lol #based on the framing of that one Heathers show that makes kurt directly in front of veronica when he gets shot. VERY fun stuff #love solid black shading. i should do it more

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coconut530 · 6 months

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Good Intentions + Shiloh

#6 #Shiloh #Shiloh Webtoon #Webtoon #Coyote Kid #AAAAAAAAAAAAA LOOK IT’S DONE #DIDN’T TAKE 3 YEARS 😂#Yeah here ya go!!#I did the Chloe half of this in like April and then slowly worked on the rest from like July to now #I think my fave shots are the Elijah/victim one.. Morality.. the goons coming up behind them.. and the final one #The lighting in the Dusty half is immaculate #The blue with the purple mmmmmm like that whole 82 - 88 arc is like so good #And this song was so great to work with #The lyrics fit so well and her vocals are epic (especially on the Chloe part like do you hear that underlying track at “filled to the…”) MM #It’s truly a Shiloh song at it’s core #More so than their other one like Trigger Finger (although this is for the like 38 - 44 arc when Chloe and Sawyer fight in the woods)#And you may be wondering coconut it ends so suddenly what why #this may be ambitious but I WANNA DO THE WHOLE SONG #so #Yeah I mean I’ll take my time with it to make it good but the whole thing will be done #THAT will actually be like 3 years hahahahahha #I already have 700 ideas so that’s good #Anyway hope you enjoyed this and I’ll give you some updates to how the rest goes!

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mugiwara-lucy · 1 month

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Okay but the way everyone rallied around Peyton to make sure she was okay, ESPECIALLY Brooke 🥹 UGH my Breyton feels!! 🥺😭

#one tree hill #one tree hill rewatch #mugi watches one tree hill #oth #oth rewatch #breyton #bevin mirskey #brooke davis #peyton sawyer #larry sawyer #lucas scott #non anime #I wonder how Larry reacted when he got the news of his little girl being shot 😭

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romanticoutcast · 3 months

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i think sometimes people misunderstand tom as the kind of person who wants people to play out the crazy elaborate dangerous plots from his favorite books so that he can just watch and be entertained. yes he’s selfish, but he’s not the kind where self preservation is the main priority. playing a center role is very important to him.

he doesn’t just want to orchestrate a train wreck and watch everything crash and burn. he’s methodical, he organizes down to every last detail he can possibly glean from the source material. he thinks every plan of his will inevitably succeed even if anyone with common sense could see the only reason it will is by a streak of luck

he wants to be a driving force and take an active part. he wants the good end game, consequences be damned, and that includes any consequences he may inflict on himself. getting shot in the leg wasn't enough to deter him, getting scarlet fever and coming within an inch of losing his life wasn't enough to deter him, it's not enough. the emotional and physical turmoil he puts others and himself through won’t matter in the end as long as they get their happy ending.

he’s not like jim or even huck. for both of them, especially jim, they’ve always been on the receiving end. they’ve never been able to pick and choose the amount of pain or trauma they’ve had to endure. tom’s been privileged and sheltered enough throughout his life to not know what that’s like. he’s experiencing the most comfortable kind of pain a person can feel, the kind he can actually control—self inflicted.

#whether he gets himself shot or sick it doesn’t matter #it never matters bc he’s always going to be one that’s least at risk between the three of them #sometimes tom character analysis makes me SICKKKK #tom sawyer #huck finn #huckleberry finn #twain tag #.txt #tom #huck #jim #character analysis

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asydicsydney · 9 months

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NV (& etc.) doodles from mostly my Astronomy class

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