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needylittlegirl · 25 days
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ive had this ticket for 7 months,, and now its only a month away thats fucking crazy . im gonna have a heart attack
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ghostwnby · 4 months
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I just saw someone say Oscar looks at Lando the way Lando looked at Carlos and now I want sob until I throw up
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HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
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akeminy · 6 days
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When I tell you that I cried when I saw this photo, it's because I did
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Yes, I'm dying of jealousy, WHO CARES???
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taikanyohou · 8 months
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"And ... it's also my first time wanting to draw a man. Right now, I feel this irresistible urge to capture and draw him. Maybe, it's because I was in the same space as that good looking person, that caused me to go crazy. If it were a girl, I might have thought it was love at first sight. But, it was just a beautiful man, and my brain couldn't process it that far."
MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023). Episode 6.
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goldenliarv · 5 months
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u are allowed to grieve over the child you could've been, nico.
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moeblob · 9 months
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Demyx (my beloved)
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kisasan · 5 days
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opikiquu · 1 month
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(rocking back and forth in the corner of an empty room) save me white boy save me white boy save me white boy s
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oh my god. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS . BOY.
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buwheal · 1 month
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Bro the askers treat spamton so much better on that askblog.
While over here we send him drawings of his joints and tell him "go puppet boy go!"
Honestly I love seeing the difference.
LOLLL they do… and maybe a little bit of that is my fault based on the ones i choose because im really picky with the ones i do answer (being nice to him, in this case) because there are SO many people who are trying to make him feel better, but ultimately they always bring up something or other to remind him of the shit he’s gone or is going through..
..Like,, “so you know how youre always failing and you’re uh… maybe alone with the (physical) things you’re going through? Yeah? Well ive failed too. Sometimes. Hope you feel better after i just reminded you!” Kind of stuff. Obviously im very much exaggerating what people say but YIPPPEESS its like they’re trying to get him to cry or something. I appreciate their efforts and how much the care but damn i dont think that they’re thinking about how that’d sound to him, especially since his immediate thought towards things like that is that its ingenuine.
I think less of Loki’s audience wants to see him suffer. A lot of mine do. LMAO. The difference /is/ funny.
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Alrighty kiddos i yet again just sailed though the chapters, the vice grip on my brain will not leave, I now need to go re read the foxhole court and scream internally because holllllllyyyy fuckin shit y'all.
Chapter idk, 16? To end of book:
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Image limit again y'all. I'm absolutely floored with this book @korakos you wrote an absolutely beautiful and tragic survival of Jean and I cannot wait to see what you do with it going forward.
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thedrotter · 2 months
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cw eye strain , blood
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it doesnt hurt to dream for world in which you can be a princess even if it isn't possible
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emry-stars-art · 9 months
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@anon-lemon with this ask and the resulting one shot: I also think freshwater merDrew is pretty hehe, the fish I based him off of is a peacock bass (maybe specifically royal peacock bass? With the more blue fin idk) but more dramatic. Like so:
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(This is him in perfect nice lighting under shallow water probably but shh he’s beautiful)
Reference pictures I used under the cut
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I love mixing and matching references. Idc what I heard growing up, life CAN be a buffet and I CAN a pick my favorite parts to mash together sometimes 😌
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fiendishartist2 · 10 months
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me when queer love prevails even in a tragedy
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autism-connoisseur · 11 months
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at this point im open to anything ill log in tomorrow night and someone will be like "fall out boy performed the entirety of Evening Out With Your Girlfriend and they added Pavlov to spotify and also pete did three flips in the air and they also did a cover of. idek. fucking This City Is At War" and ill be like "nice". i wont even be surprised after this I think hearing soul punk live has transformed me into a new person ive ascended to a new plane where my permanent state regarding this tour is "this might as well happen"
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skoulsons · 1 year
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“You’re up early.”
She was, and the only reason for that was because Joel was way too loud making his coffee and getting out the pans to cook breakfast for her before he left for patrol.
Joel was never loud, especially never loud enough to wake her.
“I heard you,” she mumbled, trudging over to the kitchen still wrapped in a blanket. She pulled a chair from their table out, facing him at the stove. “Everything okay?”
He nodded.
Everything wasn’t. He dreamed she died. It was a montage of every time it’s ever crossed his mind. Her in that bloody grass. Her skin ravished by an infected child in an abandoned van. Her face ripped apart while trapped underneath Sam. Her body, cold and pale on an operating table. Her, her, her.
Every single one played clear as day in his dreams, tormenting him with every possibility his my mind could conjure.
“Joel-“
“Nightmares. ‘S’all it was.”
“Okay…” she started, rising from the chair. “You always have me talk about mine, so…” Ellie approached the countertop opposite of him, jumping up and sitting atop it, her dangling feet hitting the lower cupboards
He hesitated before turning to her, eyes locking with hers as he sighed.
She was right. She didn’t always go into detail, he didn’t need her to, but he wanted her to release them somehow; and at night when she clings to him immediately afterward, that’s when it’s the easiest. And when she can’t talk to him, she writes or sketches them down when words can’t- don’t suffice. Anything that keeps her from compartmentalizing how they make her feel or what they make her think.
But Joel. He’s always the one to take care of her that he’s never had an out or a way to talk or feel them in a healthy manner, not like he tries to give her. Ellie tries to get him to verbalize something, but Joel is a damn brick wall when it comes to directly talking about his feelings, so it never goes anywhere.
But when it’s 5am and there’s the tiniest glint of sunlight that starts to rise and offers a faint, glowing light to their kitchen as they’re full of sleep and still in the midst of navigating these feelings, it’s easier to talk. They’re more malleable.
“It was you…” he started, doing some lazy hand motions to try and convey the word he desperately did not want to say alongside her name. “Repeatedly. Different scenarios just…over and over again.”
Her eyes went soft, understanding in a way that only they could understand.
She had the same ones. He knew.
“Figured I’d make you breakfast now and leave it in the fridge for you to heat up later so I could get a head start on patrol and… try to forget about it all.”
Joel cleared his throat, kicking up imaginary dust off the tile floor as she watched him.
Ellie reached her hand out and made grabby motions with her fingers. Joel noticed, a light, sleepy chuckle escaping his lips as he stepped towards her, both her hands holding onto his one. He stood beside her, their hands falling against her knees.
She rubbed her thumb over his hand. “Are you okay?”
He smiled. He knew that meant a plethora of other questions that they didn’t have time to cover. “I’ll be alright, Ellie.”
She nodded her head, still rubbing her thumbs across his hand. “I know. Just… wanted to check up on you.”
“And I…” he started, leaning over to kiss the hair above her ear, “am happy you do.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder as he brought his other hand in, covering all three of theirs and squeezing tightly.
“Since you’re up, how about helping me with breakfast? Wouldn’t turn down your old man, would you?”
She smiled, tapping her feet against the cupboards. She squeezed his hands and kissed his cheek briefly before jumping off the counter. “Can’t say I didn’t think about it… but,” she said, opening the fridge door. “Not for the world.”
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