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estrangedlestrange · 22 hours ago
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suddenly crying over this scene
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tvandfilm · 16 hours ago
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Stranger Things, The Monster and the Superhero (S04E03)
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kamino-coruscant · 19 hours ago
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Temuera Morrison as a Clone Veteran | Obi-Wan Kenobi Part I
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ansonmountdaily · a day ago
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STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 1x04 "Memento Mori"
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millscantpayherbills · a day ago
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Can’t wait to read all the new Stranger Things fanfiction that is going to take over Tumblr tomorrow
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tarisilmarwen · 8 hours ago
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I can’t get over the continued thematic follow-through of this idea that Jedi aren’t truly Jedi unless they’re standing up in defense of the innocent and helpless, they have to be active in the galaxy, they have to spread kindness and compassion wherever they go, it’s an uncontrollable urge, it’s an itch, “They cannot help it.“
And also the idea that it’s FORCE ITSELF that is whispering to them, calling them back, calling them home, telling them to take up their swords again, reach out in faith and find that the Light never left you, it’s still inside you and it needs you because the galaxy is so so dark and bleak and hopeless and there’s so much evil everywhere and the galaxy needs them to stand up and step out of the shadows and into the light so that they can reignite people’s hope.
It’s the pauses of awe and wonder in even the most miserable and selfish of underworld denizens because that’s a Jedi, the Jedi are back, the Jedi are here, everything will be okay now.
It’s F knighting herself, cutting her own padawan braid and proudly declaring she is a Jedi to save a frightened exploited village bride.
It’s Kanan igniting his saber for the first time in years to protect his future padawan and a clutch of Wookie slaves and the rattled composure in the Imperials when they realize, “Holy shit that’s a Jedi.“
It’s Cal and Cere deciding they were done hiding, done running from the Empire, they were going to fight back, and Saw gleefully pointing to them to inspire his band of Rebels.
It’s Obi-Wan unburying his lightsaber even after being so hopeless and broken and full of guilt and self-blame because people still need him, he’s the only one they can trust.
The whole Dark Times as a sloooooowly turning eucatastrophe, tiny lights of hope struggling to hold back the darkness long enough.  Holding out.  Buying time until the twin suns can rise.  Until Luke and Leia and the destruction of the Death Star and the death of the Emperor and the glorious return of light to the galaxy.
I love it.
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whitmerule · a day ago
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diversity win
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the flying monster eating your babies is bisexual!
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prokopetz · 2 days ago
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The Fall is about interrogating gender roles!? What!? I so fucking completely missed that! What!? Explain please?
(With reference to this post here.)
I mean, without getting into a subtextual analysis, let's look at the explicit text of the game:
The player character, A.R.I.D., is the onboard artificial intelligence of a suit of combat armour. Her actions throughout the game are driven by a hard-coded imperative to preserve the life of the (presently injured and incapacitated) human pilot inside of her. Though lacking any particular gender coding in her appearance, A.R.I.D. has a female voice actor.
The game's principal antagonist, the Caretaker, is a robot who's obsessed with hierarchy and social propriety. Though he justifies his antagonism toward A.R.I.D. by claiming that she's defective, it rapidly becomes clear that his real problem is less with A.R.I.D.'s functionality and more with her attitude. The Caretaker is given a deep, gravelly, masculine voice.
A.R.I.D. and the Caretaker are trapped in a derelict factory. The only way for A.R.I.D. to reach the factory's upper levels and obtain the medical resources she needs is to pass through a series of automated lockouts by completing certification exams intended for the robots manufactured in the factory. Unfortunately, the factory is meant to produce domestic servants, and doesn't understand or acknowledge the existence of combat AIs, forcing A.R.I.D. to adapt her combat-oriented skill set to carrying out various domestic tasks: cooking, cleaning, caring for a human infant, etc.
The final test for certification requires A.R.I.D. to demonstrate a subservient attitude while being subjected to verbal and physical abuse by a simulated human master; her inability to lie prevents her from passing this test. This is also the only test that can't be violently subverted in some fashion. Gaining the ability to lie, thereby permitting A.R.I.D. to grovel with sufficient deference – if not sincerity – to satisfy the factory's certification heuristics forms the substance of the game's final act.
Then when you actually reach the surface... well, I won't spoil that part for those who haven't played it, but I trust you can see how it plays into the theme that's being constructed here.
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youaremyworldlois · 19 hours ago
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my people 🫂
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retromafia · 2 days ago
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“A Son Found” – Tommy Shelby x Reader
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[ MASTERLIST ]
SUMMARY: Tommy finds out about an adult son he has. He’s scared of your reaction but you try to welcome the boy into the family despite the odds.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m not a fan of the whole plot with Duke because he was introduced to us too late and I am outraged at the fact that Tommy had known about the child before he left his mother. I find it out of character that Tommy wouldn’t look for them in Season One but whatever. Duke himself is alright, I liked his character. I don’t think I will write about him in most of my fics, though, because I don’t plan to dig much into Season Six either but I still wanted to show him some love. 😊
WARNING: English is my second language.
WORD COUNT: 3,420
A SON FOUND
You were in the living room, sitting on a carpet while playing with porcelain dolls and wooden soldiers. Your three children surrounded you, wanting to play, cuddle and tell you all sorts of amazing stories that you had to pretend to find fascinating. You wouldn’t trade your life for anything else.
After raising your head for a while to soothe your aching spine, you noticed the missing puzzle – your husband leaning on the doorframe with crossed arms. You cracked a smile and furrowed your brow, surprised that he hadn’t revealed himself earlier.
“Hello, love, you’re back?” you asked him and your children turned their heads around.
“Daddy!” they ran up to him and Tommy caressed their heads with a surprisingly sad smile that made your heart clench. You stood up clumsily and approached them all.
“Go upstairs for now, I must speak to daddy,” you told your children. “Go, go, I’ll join you in a moment,” you promised and they nodded as they ran away. You laid your eyes on your husband and raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
Tommy sighed and walked away to sit on the sofa, carefully avoiding all the dolls and soldiers on the carpet.
“You will be angry,” he cleared his throat eventually and lit a cigarette. “Hell, you might even pack your bags and leave.”
You froze at those words as your hands got sweaty. You stood above him and crossed your arms.
“You cheated on me?” you blurted out. “With who and why? It all depends on with who and why.”
“(Y/N), no, easy,” Tommy looked up and laughed nervously. “I mean I kind of did…? But it was before I met you.”
“What?” you snorted. “Darling, when I was marrying you, I knew perfectly well you had plenty of women before me,” you sat down next to him. “I’m not jealous of them, why would I be? They taught you many wonderful things,” you teased and caressed his cheek to soothe him because for some odd reason he was extremely nervous.
“There was a girl before France…”
“Greta, I know,” you whispered.
“No, not Greta. After she died I was trying to deal with the pain in… in the only way I knew… I was drinking and fucking a lot,” he admitted and took a drag of his cigarette. “Fucking random women.”
“Yes?” you encouraged him to continue.
“And there had been this gypsy girl Zelda right before I went to France… I left her and never looked back but apparently…” he hesitated and clenched his jaw, avoiding your gaze.
“Apparently what?” you asked, confused.
“We have a teenage son. I mean, her and me. She’s dead already but I have a son,” he explained chaotically and swallowed thickly before standing up rapidly and approaching the window while accidentally crashing one of your daughters’ dolls with his shoe.
“You stepped on a doll!” you squealed, still too shocked about the news.
“I’ll buy a new one,” he muttered and you looked at him. His muscles were tense and he was stressed more than usual; scared of your reaction.
“Are you sure it’s your son?” you bit your lower lip.
“I have talked to him already. I just know he’s mine,” he nodded with his back still turned. “I just know, a father knows.”
“So… how old is he?”
“19.”
“My goodness,” you swallowed thickly. “What’s his name?”
“Erasmus but they call him Duke. He’s a gypsy, (Y/N). He’s lived his whole life in a vardo.”
You stood up and approached your husband. When you stood closer, you noticed his hands were shaking. You immediately held his palm and squeezed it.
“Why do you think I would leave you because of that?” you asked quietly. “What are you scared of, Tommy? You’re scared I’d be angry? I have no right to be,” you explained.
“I don’t want to lose you, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, I can’t… I can’t fucking lose you…” Tommy admitted suddenly as his voice cracked. “But I can’t lie to you either, I can’t keep it from you. I’d feel even worse. Please, don’t leave me. If you want me to never mention him again, then I won’t and I will never again see him but…”
“Tommy,” you interrupted him harshly and he laid his eyes on you. “How dare you say that! That’s your son. And that girl, Zelda, it could have been me! It could have been one of our children. Don’t you say that, don’t you ever say that!” you scolded him. “I want to meet that boy.”
Tommy looked a bit surprised with your reaction and as long as you were shocked and confused, you truly had no right to be angry or jealous. That boy was a Shelby and now – since Polly’s tragic death – you were the matriarch of the family, therefore you decided to welcome him into the family.
Your husband nodded his head and eventually smiled a little, relieved that you didn’t plan on leaving him.
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You were nervous before the meeting, tapping the table with your fingers and overthinking the outfit you had chosen. You wanted to look nice but humble because your intention was to not intimidate the boy. With years of luxury life, though, perhaps you had forgotten what it meant to be humble.
You heard footsteps in the corridor and wiped your sweaty hands in your skirt.
“Mrs. Shelby,” one of the maids entered the dining room and nodded her head. You stood up to fix your skirt as your heart was about to jump out of your chest.
Tommy walked in first with a nervous smile forming on his lips.
“Darling,” he greeted you and extended his hand towards the boy walking behind him, “this is Duke,” he announced and the boy took a step forward.
Now, that was what you would truly call a humble outfit. You suddenly felt like a Christmas Tree with that stupid brooch in your blouse and long earrings while he was wearing an old shirt, old trousers and an oversized jacket.
Despite having a smirk on his face, he looked quite stressed as well and his eyes looked down the moment your gazes met. He was much taller than your husband and kept his dark blond hair short.
“Duke, this is my wife, (Y/N) Shelby,” Tommy nodded his head at you.
“Hello, Duke,” you started awkwardly and approached him to shake his hand, “it’s nice to meet you,” you tried to be nice but you caught yourself sounding like you were speaking to a child.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Shelby,” he didn’t shake your hand and just nodded.
“You don’t have to call me that,” you chuckled nervously. “Would you like to meet your siblings?” you proposed.
“I don’t have to,” he looked down again.
“Oh…” you didn’t know what else to say.
“What I mean is that… you don’t have to do these things, I don’t expect that,” he explained. “Dad will find me a job but you don’t have to pretend that you want me around, ma’am. I don’t want to disturb your family’s life.”
“Great!” Tommy rubbed his hands together. “Then, I’ll just take Duke with me to the city and…”
“Thomas!” you laid your eyes burning out with anger on him and he shut his mouth, confused. “Duke, my darling, you are our family, too. I don’t do this just because it’s the right thing to do; I do it because I wanted to welcome you into our family,” you extended your hand to carefully touch his arm and he looked into your eyes like he didn’t believe you. “What kind of job dad’s got for you?”
“He’s gonna work at Charlie's yard,” Tommy explained and sat down on one of the chairs by the table.
“Charlie’s yard?!” your eyes widened. “Why don’t you find him some nice job at the company?!”
“He can’t read nor write,” Tommy informed you and you gasped.
“Oh, well, that is not a problem. I will teach him. Would you like that?” you looked at Duke and his eyes widened. “I’ve already taught your uncle Finn, that is no problem for me,” you added.
“Mrs. Shelby, you really don’t have to…”
“Nonsense! And don’t call me that,” you shook your head. “Where will he live? With Charlie and Curly? We should find him a room here,” you looked at Tommy and he clenched his jaw.
“He doesn’t want to live here. He prefers his own vardo by Charlie's yard, (Y/N),” Tommy emphasized. “Not everyone finds grand mansions so wonderful.”
“Oh, of course,” you chuckled nervously and patted Duke’s back awkwardly, “but if you ever change your mind or the weather gets bad, you are always welcome here.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled.
“So, would you like to meet your siblings? I’ve already told them about you and they can’t wait,” you tried to convince him.
“Really?” Duke looked surprised.
“Of course,” you nodded and laid your eyes on the maid in the corner of the room. “Barbara, bring the children here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded and walked out.
An awkward silence occurred.
“Please, sit down,” you offered Duke a seat and he nodded before taking  a seat awkwardly, like he was scared to break the chair. He kept looking around at the huge paintings of your family on the walls and all the vases, trinkets and expensive furniture.
“You’re 19, yes?” you asked and leaned on the table.
“Yes, Mrs. Shelby,” he kept on calling you that and you sighed but decided not to push him into calling you by your name.
“You were born in 1915?”
“Yes.”
“I was only 18 then,” you smiled at him and he widened his eyes. “Yes,” you laughed, “and I had no idea that in a few years I’d meet your father.”
“How did you meet?” Duke looked at Tommy.
“(Y/N) almost got run over by my car,” your husband chuckled and you rolled your eyes.
“I had no idea they were so fast!”
“Mrs. Shelby,” the maid interrupted you. “I brought the children,” she informed you and you heard muffled giggles behind the door.
“Let them in,” you smiled softly and approached her.
Your son walked inside first. He held his head high proudly with his brand new peaky haircut that had been supposed to imitate his father’s. His clothes were elegant and neat since he had just finished his classes.
“This is George,” you put your hands on his shoulders and your girls ran inside after their brother while giggling. “He is 10 years old. George, this is your older brother Duke,” you looked down at your son.
“My pleasure to meet you,” George walked up to him and extended his hand, already offering a firm handshake of a gentleman. The contrast between them was awkward, though, but that was something George couldn’t realize yet.
“Hello,” Duke shook his hand gently.
“This is Michelle. She is 6,” you introduced the girl tugging on your skirt impatiently.
“Hi, Duke!” Michelle ran up to him and hugged him tight, immediately accepting him as her own kin. He looked both awkward and shocked. “I like you! Do you like me?” she asked innocently.
“Michelle,” you laughed. “Give Duke some time to get to know us better, eh?”
“Alright, mummy,” she whined and stood next to George.
“And this is our little Charlotte. She’s 3,” you picked the smallest girl up and raised her hand to make her wave with it. She was too shy and embarrassed to do anything. Duke waved back awkwardly.
“Alright,” Tommy stood up and gestured at Duke to do the same, “go and wait for me in the car. We have business to do in the city.”
Duke stood up and nodded his head at you before leaving. You put Charlotte down on the floor and furrowed your brow at your husband.
“Come here for a moment,” he beckoned you over to the corner of the room. You walked up to him. “I know you’ve a big heart for the poor and all the orphans of the world but don’t be too stupid, eh?” He pointed his finger at you.
“What the fuck, Thomas?” you crossed your arms.
“You wanted him to live with us?”
“What’s wrong with it? He’s your son…!”
“We don’t know him yet. Who knows what his real intentions are? What if he’d want to hurt our children or steal from us? Have you thought about that?” Tommy asked harshly.
“No, I have not,” you clenched your jaw. “I have not because he is your son just like George is. Under different circumstances it could have been me, left alone pregnant with your baby. It hurts me to see how you’d treat that child.”
“He is my son and I want to be a father to him. I will take care of him; that’s what fathers do. But he is also a stranger, (Y/N) and I am a father of our children as well. I have to keep them safe,” Tommy explained. “I have to go now but we’ll talk about it later.”
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Three times a week you were teaching Duke how to read and write in Tommy’s office. The boy didn’t look happy during these classes and you were pretty sure that Tommy had been forcefully dragging him there just to make you feel better about the whole situation.
Your children were trying to make Duke stay for longer and play with them but he didn’t know how to; he was awkward around them and only cracked a smile from time to time.
But just like you, your children didn’t want to give up.
Despite the odds, you found lots of affection in your heart for the boy. Tommy had told you about his dark side and you could see it as well – it was hidden deep in his eyes, which reminded you so much of his father. Lots of things reminded you of Tommy in Duke in general.
You only hoped he wouldn’t use that darkness against you. You felt like he hadn’t liked you, which was a bit hurtful considering the amount of effort you had put to make your relationship improve.
“Now, try to read it out loud on your own,” you encouraged him and pointed your finger at one of the lines in the book.
“Wh-wh-who can be… Who can be… w-wise, a-amazed…” he furrowed his brow.
“Who can be wise, amazed, temperate…” you helped him with a smile.
“T-temperate and furious…?”
“Yes, good!” you nodded. “Continue.”
“L-loyal and… and… and… neutral, in a m-moment? No man,” Duke winced at the end and that’s how you noticed it had been enough already.
“That’s great, that’s enough for today,” you closed your copy of “Macbeth” and smiled at your step-son. “I’m very proud of you, you’re a very bright boy.”
“Is this surprising, Mrs. Shelby?” he asked.
“What? No! No, of course it is not!” you laughed nervously and extended your hand to ruffle his hair but you stopped in the middle, remembering that he was not really your son and that he would probably dislike that. You hid the hand away as your cheeks started to burn.
“Can I ask you something, ma’am?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, darling, go on,” you encouraged.
“Why are you so nice to me?”
You were taken aback by such an honest question and didn’t answer at first.
“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be?” you looked deep into his eyes.
“You have a son already,” he shrugged his arms. “Two lovely daughters, a nice house. I wasn’t needed in your life, I think I’m actually turning it upside down…” he lowered his voice.
“Duke, listen to me,” you leaned in and held his hand to squeeze it. “You asked me why am I nice to you? Let me be frank,” you took a deep breath in and he furrowed his brow. “I know I don’t know you much yet but I love you,” you confessed and he tried to move away after hearing that but you squeezed his hand tighter. “I didn’t know my son or my daughters when they were born, did I? And I loved them the moment I saw them.”
“I am not your son…”
“You are half of the man whom I love,” you explained. “How could I ever be cruel to you or not love you? How could I ever not accept you when half of you is of a man whom I love the most?” you asked and you could feel the muscles of his hand relaxing. “I truly do love your father. I know about the sins and mistakes of his past and I love him the same. But you, my dear, you are not a sin nor a mistake. You are his child and that fact is enough for me to love you,” you let go of his hand and fixed your hair. “But I don’t want to push you. I don’t want your unhappiness. If you don’t want to come here and you don’t want us to be friends, then it’s alright.”
“It’s not like that, (Y/N),” he said and you furrowed your brow at the sudden use of your name. “I really like coming here, I just feel out of place.”
“I did, too, at first,” you confessed. “I couldn’t fall asleep here, in a bedroom bigger than my flat back in Small Heath. But with time you get used to it.”
Duke hid his hand inside his pocket and after a short while he put a small porcelain cat with eyes made of diamonds on the desk.
“I’m sorry,” he swallowed thickly. “I promise I won’t steal from you again.”
“What the fuck is this?” you asked and took the cat to examine it with your eyes.
“I took it from the room with the piano,” he blushed. “I’m so sorry, please don’t tell dad and I hope it won’t change the things between us.”
“I didn’t even know we had it,” you hummed to yourself. “I’ll put it in Michelle’s room. She’ll like it, I think,” you smiled and hid the trinket inside your own pocket. Duke’s eyes widened a bit at that. “Oh, don’t worry!” you patted his arm. “I won’t tell your dad. It’s just some cat made of porcelain that I didn’t know I had,” you assured him and then, after having a sudden thought, you handed it to him back. “Actually, I have an idea. Go to Michelle and give it to her yourself. Tell her it’s a gift from you,” you encouraged him.
“Alright,” he stood up but you remained sitting. “You’re not going with me?”
“You know where her room is, don’t you? I have some paperwork here to finish, I promised your father to start working on it today.”
“You don’t mind me going there alone?” he furrowed his brow.
“What are you talking about? You’re her brother, aren’t you?” you laughed nervously.
“I have already stolen from you. Aren’t you afraid I might hurt your children, too?” he asked and you froze.
“You… You have heard your father’s words back then?” you stood up nervously.
“I didn’t go outside when I had known perfectly well that you would whisper about me,” he nodded.
“Those were your father’s words and not mine,” you reminded him. “But I have to admit, yes, I was a bit scared at first, too, despite trying my best to be nice. It’s not about who you are, Duke, don’t you think. We don’t belong to this house just as much as you. Please, don’t be angry at your father.”
“I am not. I have never expected any of you to accept me or help me. You’re doing much more already. Dad wants me in the Peaky Blinders, he says I’d do a better job than George would do one day,” he added with pride. “I understand why he was scared. I’m glad you are not anymore because I wouldn’t hurt my family.”
“Good,” you nodded. “And we are family, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Then go, go give that stupid cat to Michelle.”
“Alright,” he chuckled and left the office.
You sat down by the desk and opened the drawer to get the paperwork out of it but you couldn’t stop thinking of Duke’s words.
Dad wants me in the Peaky Blinders.
No way you would let Thomas drag this kid into his stupid gang. Over your dead body.
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abessive-art · 2 days ago
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tfw u and ur besties find the perfect bay beneath a waterfall filled with tasty rounded stones to eat
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dailystrangerthings · 12 hours ago
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STRANGER THINGS 4 | Chapter One: The Hellfire Club
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theavengers · 6 hours ago
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New stills of part of the Illuminati in “Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness”
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why-i-love-comics · a day ago
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Batman: Wayne Family Adventures #40 - "Better & Brighter" (2022)
written by CRC Payne art by Starbite, Evan Munoz, Lan Ma, & C.M. Cameron
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Well, I don't know about you... but I think that was quite a miracle.
STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 1x04 "Memento Mori"
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boardboxes · 22 hours ago
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“Nothing. you just remind me of someone. She was fearless too.” and “so much like your father” have done nothing but rip my heart out and stomp on it
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kt--extinction · a day ago
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When it’s 4:48AM and you’re crying because the baby olorotitan made it.
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whitmerule · a day ago
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fat frog wednesday
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bonus:
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moodyvoid · a day ago
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Listen, I hate AFO with all my being, but I can’t argue with flipping off Hawks and Endeavor.
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mylittleburn · 2 days ago
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I’m sorry, but this sentence from the Ninjago Wiki on Crystalized is too good not to share.
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