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#Sorry Not Sorry
willgrahamscock · 2 days
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you should not be at the club, your ominous and foreboding vibes scare the hoes please don't come here
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itslenagain · 2 days
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cheeseburger443 · 2 days
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kawaiigardensong · 3 days
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Personally I love mapping joongdok onto ivantill. It works so well. But I also disagree with most people's take on it.
From what I've seen, most people map Joonghuk onto Ivan and Dokja to Till. I don't agree with this sentiment. I think Joonghuk fits better in Till's role (despite the color pallet) and I also think Dokja fits well into Ivan's role.
Explanation 1. Dokja has read and stayed devoted to a man he thought he'd never meet for thirteen years. That's dedication. To him, that dedication and loyalty was not something that could possibly bare fruit. He just wanted to see the end of the man's story.
Explanation 2. Joonghuk is... well Joonghuk. He isn't someone I see as emotionally perceptive of others. Besides, he also rarely pays Dokja much mind, (especially in the beginning) outside of them constantly bickering. He only started looking at Dokja more after he sacrificed himself for Joonghuk (Ivan who?).
Explanation 3. Have you seen the way Dokja looks at Joonghuk? Also the way Joonghuk stares at Dokja?
Dokja has a deep admiration of the man. He holds him in such high regard over him, despite their bickering. He's never truly angry at the man. He's just enjoying whatever part of his presence he can get. (Let's be honest here, he looked up to Joonghuk for thirteen years. What you do in that situation?)
Meanwhile it's clear Joonghuk is left with emotions he hardly understands. Jealousy he can't explain, longing he doesn't know where to place, regret he doesn't want to feel.
Ivan knew what he was feeling, he knew, but he chose not to act. Till only noticed after Ivan was dead in front of him. After he finally realized what he meant to the man.
Maps well, doesn't it?
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acourtoflight · 11 hours
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Breaking my silence. I’m ready to get stoned for this.
ACOFAS is better than ACOSF.
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ianthoni · 2 days
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Look me in the eye and tell me this is not the same picture
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antstafersart · 8 hours
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Ever have an intrusive thought that you just need to share with someone?
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dreamsarebutterflies · 15 hours
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Has it been done yet?
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✨I'm so sorry✨
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yummyuri · 1 day
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The violent jump from April 2023 to April 2024
Went from drawing predominantly ugly hideous men to beautiful gorgeous glamorous women
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creates101 · 1 day
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Angst
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ilargikat · 3 days
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If Cable is going to fix things by traveling back in time he should kidnap the mailman who delivered Xavier's will to Magneto.
And then burn those documents.
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datw3irdo · 3 days
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My apology to friends who will be flooded with kinito art (they are in the drawing)
Includes goofs from
@abbeevee (the spidersona with pigtails)
@brand8282 (the dude calling the furry thing an idiot)
+ more who don’t have tumblr
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livrere-green · 11 hours
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Fire Hazard Siblings: Zuko & Azula + Tumblr Posts • 2/??
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“You poor thing.”
“You poor thing.”
The face of an angel swam into view, clearing the dark clouds that had rudely taken up in Jamie’s vision.
Mummy.
”Hi mummy,” Jamie said, a smile spreading uninvited across his lips at the face of his mother.
He tried to search his mind to find when mummy had come over, but he couldn’t remember. His thoughts slipped like water through his hands. Was he home? He must be. But which home?
Was he in his Richmond house? The one with the balloon dog he loved. Closest he’d get to a real dog until he retired. The house with the gun lamps that looked fucking mint in his sparse living area. His bedroom with the floral headboard Keeley convinced him to buy, the one he liked to watch her arch her back against and fan her hair against.
Or was he at the Manchester flat? The new one in the posh building with the views of the city and the doorman and the fancy gym that he never used because he was always at the Etihad campus? But the building was new, and it had air con and Thomas, the doorman, always greeted him with a smile no matter if City won or lost or if he spent the match on the bench or even when he came home with blood dripping down the side of his face.
Maybe he was home, at mummy’s. Maybe Simon was downstairs cooking and he would turn over and see Roy Kent and Keeley Jones on his wall. Only they were just Roy and Keeley now. And one was a knob and the other he loved, but they weren’t on his wall anymore, they were sitting across a table from him and they were together now weren’t they? Another fucking mind game from Richmond.
Jamie looked around trying to find where he was but everything behind mummy was a blinding white.
“It’s okay, baby,” she cooed as she brushed a hand through his hair.
Jamie leaned into her hand. Mummy was here things were okay.
”Mummy,” he said again.
”Aw does the ickle baby want his mummy?”
The voice cut through Jamie like a jagged blade, sharp and burning hot. The voice wasn’t mummy’s. She filtered from his vision, disappearing like smoke. He reached up to grab her but she evaporated in his grasp.
“Mummy,” another voice sneered and laughed.
Jamie hated the way the voices said it, like it was a slur, not the honorific of the best woman he knew.
“Christ, Jamie, when’re you gonna grow the fuck up?”
Something rough hit him in the side, but that wasn’t what worried Jamie the most. what worried Jamie the most was the voice. Jamie recognised that voice the same way he recognised Mummy’s. But whereas Mummy’s voice meant safety and comfort and love, this voice meant danger and fear and bruises.
Dad.
Fuck.
Mummy wasn’t here. She wouldn’t be here would she? Jamie hadn’t talked to her since he left for Richmond, leaving behind Manchester and everything in it, good and bad. Wasn’t even sure she knew he was back with the way she only followed City if he was playing. Couldn’t blame her if he was being honest. He’d ignored her calls for weeks before he left. Easier than explaining the bits he didn’t want to explain.
Mummy never believed him after all.
Now Richmond was relegated.
Roy Kent’s career was likely over.
And Jamie Tartt? Jamie was alone with a monster.
Like always.
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lorenlily · 2 months
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hmmm okay do u agree and if no, what album(s) are truly your "i listen to every song everytime" no-skips albums
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bass-alien · 1 month
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you fucking suck if you make other people feel badly about their bodies
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