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truebiger · 1 year
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michonnes · 7 months
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She is a survivor.
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DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN ↳ Echo
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fernsnailz · 1 year
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collection of tiny shadows
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karihighman · 15 days
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Upstead on Chicago PD of course 🫢🤭
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exilecrown · 2 months
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MAYBE I'LL MARRY INTO THE FAMILY
tracy + evie | day four: a character that taught me something in real life.
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emiliosandozsequence · 8 months
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ash, tracy k smith / flowers in the attic: the origin (2022) dir. declan o'dwyer & robin sheppard
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browsethestacks · 5 months
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The Marvel(ous) Comics That Never Were
Art by...
1) Trent Troop
2) Dave Bardin
3) Paul Martin Smith
4) Colleen Coover
5) Bill Walko
6) EliteFixtures.com
7) Otis Frampton
8) Joe Albelo
9) Todd Alcott
10) John Trumbull
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retro-key · 2 months
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Tracy Tailspin!! Coolest pony from the comics!
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carm3n-carm3n · 10 months
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truebiger · 1 year
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tinytracys · 1 month
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The scene Home on the Range didn’t show because some fool decided the hover bikes were cooler… Gordon has never forgiven that person.
MUSH!
I think that’s huskies, Gordon…
MUSH!!!!
Hold on Allie
It’s just a camel John
Can’t this thing go any faster?
Keep your hair on big bro, I said the magic word it’ll get it in a minute…
*facepalm*
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starfallkaz · 10 months
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I had this Legendborn/Bloodmarked thought that upset me and I’d like to share
Been thinking about Sel admiring, yet quietly being jealous of the casual affection and quiet love people show each other in small gestures. He’d see it from afar. How couples/people who loved each other would entwine or press arms together in physical contact, smoothing back their friend’s hair as it blows in the wind, sharing warmth huddled in the cold together and wiping a crumb off their partner’s face after a meal. But then Sel would catch himself staring and look away quickly, thinking to himself how it must be to share such casual affection. The lack of words but the reassurance that somebody cared, all within those small actions.
And Sel never had nor shared nor been given those small acts of physical love. His touch was always taught to be in acts of casual violence, in the threat of what he could do with the power coiled up inside him. And from such a young age too, he grew to understand his own touch as something to be given out of punishment or rage.
And seeing Bree he’d wistfully think of the casual affection he wanted to show her. He wanted to wrap a coil of her hair around his finger just to examine it in the afternoon light, warm her cold hands with his breathe, cradle her face and hold her tightly just because he could. And he’d catch himself physically clenching his fist, restraining himself from reaching for her at times.
Sel was seeing himself for the first time in so long, not as an instrument of magic and power in a centuries-old conflict of legend, but simply a boy made to hold the girl he loves.
TLDR: Sel’s love language truly is physical touch
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gumnut-logic · 3 months
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I need to tell you something (Bit 1)
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From this prompt :D a little random virgil!whump before breakfast.
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Virgil tripped over a chunk of masonry and nearly fell flat on his face. At the last second he caught himself and only staggered.
For the zillionth time in his career, he thanked the specialised rubber in his boots. They made him slightly less agile in the field, but he had compensated over time and his boots had saved so much skin and bone they had proven themselves essential and a blessing.
He blinked, the grey of post-disaster blurring a moment. Scott was in the distance liaising with the GDF. Virgil knew he would much rather be pulling people out from under the rubble, but they were at the stage of the mission where ‘liaising’ was necessary. A good part of the time John managed to handle that, but onsite it was usually Scott.
You would think Virgil’s calm and calculating mind would be better suited to speaking to the local authorities than Scott, who despite being an excellent commander had been known to fly off the handle at the occasional idiot. However, Virgil had also been known to calmly ignore idiots and just do the job of saving whoever needed saving at the time.
It was probably the incident where Virgil had backed Firefly over the top of some guy’s car because the idiot refused to move it. In Virgil’s view it was simple practicality.
Scott and John did the majority of liaising from that point on. Apparently some people did not agree with Virgil’s efficiencies.
A grumbling thought. Didn’t stop Scott from torching a car or two with One’s exhaust.
It was a matter of style, apparently.
“Virgil, what are you doing?” John’s cool voice was ever reassuring as it bounced down from orbit.
“I need to speak to Scott.”
Scott blurred again as he gesticulated with aggravated arms. Great, he was pissed about something.
“Is there something wrong?” There was sudden suspicion in John’s tone.
Virgil grunted at him. “Just need to speak to Scott.”
While Virgil loved John with all his being, Scott was the big brother Virgil was drawn to when he needed help. Scott was his leader, best friend, support, someone he couldn’t do without.
Virgil had a problem? He went to Scott.
“Scott?”
The gesticulation stopped and his big brother turned. “Virgil? What? You’re supposed to be on the east side.”
“I know.” He swallowed. “But I have to tell you something.”
Blue eyes stared at him through two layers of plexiglass, his brother frowning.
“Excuse me, Commander, but you still need to move your craft.”
Virgil blinked away blur and realised Scott had been talking to two people, not one. One was GDF, yes, but the other was some guy dressed in a suit. His expression was one of outrage.
Oh, great, one of those.
“What is it, Thunderbird Two?”
Yay for name dropping, muscle flexing, and…he located Thunderbird One and sure enough, she was perched on the road, blocking a fancy looking car.
Hmm, Virgil could whip up a Firefly. She’d climb nicely over that polished hood.
“Virgil, are you okay?” A gloved hand landed gently on his shoulder.
“Huh?” Turning his head back to his brother, the world took a moment to catch up. Oh. Urgh. “Um.” His stomach clenched.
“Virgil!” Two hands were suddenly holding his arms. “What the-?”
“I’ve been shot.”
The specialised leather of his boots did nothing to help as his legs suddenly decided they no longer wanted to hold him up.
But strong arms disagreed and as his big brother caught him, he knew he’d made the right decision to tell Scott. Scott would look after him. Scott always did.
He did yell, though. Virgil attempted to blink away the blur but this time it was persistent and wouldn’t clear. It only got worse.
Scott was calling his name, and swearing, so much swearing. And the other guy, the guy with the car…
Virgil really needed to construct a Firefly and trash that guy’s car just to shut him up.
But as the world faded, he focussed on Scott’s voice.
His big brother always knew what to do.
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I wrote an Alan ficlet for Cosmonautics day, but I was not happy with it. So my brain made a fanart instead :)
✨🌟Happy Cosmonautics Day! <3🌟✨
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