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yuzuuu4 · 24 days
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doctor's orders
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crabsnpersimmons · 3 months
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a little wip for a little thing i'm working on!
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leverage-ot3 · 1 year
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say what you want, sambucky and hardisoneliot are the same ship in different fonts:
insufferable coworker
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serving looks on the job
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camaraderie
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it’s been a long hard day
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bro power
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hugs, of course
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totally not in love
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and their chaotic (iconic) first meetings
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so if you sambucky fans want a smart witty tech guy in love with a smart grumpy punchy guy, I highly recommend leverage! five seasons plus the reboot that is running that has two seasons so far
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chiquilines · 18 days
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Ochako my relatable academically exhausted queen
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ghouljams · 9 months
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We haven’t touched on Cowboy!Ghost’s, well, ghosts before, and I literally couldn’t get this out of my head last night. I’m going to treat this like actual fic, I feel so fancy...
Warnings:
Hurt/Comfort, Graphic depictions of animal death, PTSD, Ghost going through it
Pairing:
Ghost x OC (Goose) [can be read as x reader]
Summary:
Early days of Ghost and Goose’s relationship. Ghost has always prided himself on his ability to handle any situation, no matter how bleak. So why does he find himself so ill equipped to handle something as small as a couple chickens death?
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A coyote got into the henhouse last night.
You can hear its yips and snarls, the aggressive barks of your cattle dog as it darts at the chicken wire, the starling lack of clucking. You whistle for the dog, and it races to go check on the other animals. The last thing you need is for the coyote to get into it with Mav when you pull its sorry ass from the chicken pen. You yawn, trying to hold onto the hope that at least some of your ladies got somewhere safe before the carnage started. You’ll stop by the tractor supply later and grab some chicks to bolster your flock again.
You stop. Watching Ghost stand frozen in front of the pen, shoulders tight, barely breathing. His eyes a million miles away.
The pen is littered with half shredded chickens. Feather and muscle strewn about. The wild frenzy of a half starved predator laid out in front of you. The loose organs and scent of death turns your stomach, you can’t imagine what it does to a fresh soldier. Ghost’s finger twitches, beating a rapid tattoo against his thigh, his gun is still neatly holstered. You suppose that’s for the best, or maybe a signal of the worst. 
You think about your first fourth of July after your Daddy’s second tour. The way he’d disappeared into the house like a ghost. The way your momma handed you off to your granny and followed after him. How your granny had told you: sometimes you see something so bad it never leaves you.
"Go wait in the house," you tell him as soft as you can, pulling at his arm to try and pull his attention. Ghost nods mutely, eyes still glued to the blood soaked earth and torn limp bodies. "Go on," you press a little more firmly, you lead him away from the henhouse, out of sight of it, "I'll be in shortly."
Ghost follows your direction, ears ringing, head stuffed with cotton. Everything feels far away and yet so brightly present. He can smell gunpowder and burnt flesh, can feel the wet warmth of blood on his clothes where he knows there isn't any. Can hear the shouting. He pushes the front door to the house open and holds the brass handle tight in his fingers for a long moment, just standing, waiting. As if he'll hear the pang of gunfire over the infinitely patient silence. 
He goes to the kitchen and puts the kettle on. Stares at the black iron as it sits on the burner and waits for the yip of the coyote, the last gunshot. It doesn’t come. You take his hand in the silence and turn the burner off. Lead him to the table and sit him heavily in one of the wooden chairs. Ghost keeps his eyes forward, his shoulders rigid. He waits. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. For the memories to stop. 
His hat is removed, set carefully on the table. A warm cloth touches his face, wiping gently at the crease in his forehead, at the stern set of his brow. Your fingers reach for the edge of his mask and he grabs your wrist, eyes finally darting to yours in a panic. He can't. It's too much, too hard. He can't.
Somehow you seem to understand, fingers sliding instead to cup his jaw, to rub your thumb against his cheek over the soft cotton. The washcloth wipes his brow again, still warm and soothing.
"You're safe," you murmur, "Safe and sound right here with me. And Daddy.” You tack Price on, as if you might not be enough to convince him. As if it isn’t your touch that’s bringing him back, your eyes that hold his with such kind patience it makes his heart hurt. “We won't let anything hurt you."
Ghost doesn’t say anything, can’t make his lips move or conjure a thought as to what he might say. If there is anything to say. Is there anything to say?
You tip his head forward, press the lightly damp cloth against the back of his neck. He lets his hand drop from your wrist as you move your hand from his cheek to scratch your fingers through his hair. Gentle, calming touches. Never asking more from him than his comfort. 
He settles his hands on your hips, and for a moment he can pretend you’re his.
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startistdoodles · 5 months
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woah 😳
Quiver Knight is @ferahntics's
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cowboycomics · 5 months
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ted & paul & coffee
the guy who didn't like musicals by matt and nick lang and jeff blim // hey, melissa! by matt and nick lang // in the country of resurrection by ada limón // coffee poem by richard brautigan // still life paintings by rachel petruccillo // tumblr user jacebeleren
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midnightfrappe · 6 months
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DCA Coraline AU
Litte summary and extra comic below
Extra comic:
You'd think working next to animatronics in a place loved by kids and grow ups alike would be something cool and maybe for some, the dreamed job. And it actually was for a while, until you realized maybe the super advance animatronics made to do everything easier were a little… stressing at times. Your cowokers at the daycare were overwhelming at best; Moon would always make fun of you and make your job harder by being a jerk, meanwhile Sun was full of anxiety and a strick rule follower wich sometimes make you doubt he actually was an animatronic with the purpose of having fun with others.
And don't get me started on the little kid who's always around the pizzaplex, how does he even manage to afford being here? Well, that's until you realize he doesn't and just sneaks around, but at this point you just don't care and wish he would just be quiet while he's near you (instead of telling you how boring you were and that he was smarter just because he got the high score at every game on the arcade, even your favorite!).
One day he gives you a doll that looks just like you, he swears that he didn't make it and just found it around while he was exploring the place, probablly made by those freaks that were really attached to you. You think it was a weird gift if that was the case, but still keep it around everywhere you went on your shift that day, even when you found out that the Foxy poster on the theater was actually a door that was…sealed?
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silly spooky AU for silly spooky month :3
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thoughtfulchaos773 · 6 months
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He vividly remembers when Syd said Hi. Hello. and that was close to a year ago. He remembers her headband and the smile on her face. Usually, he only vividly remembers bad things- family dinners, yelling, glass breaking, slaps, and his favorite song going backward.
But the good thing he remembers is when he first met Sydney. He remembers the expression on her face when she said yes to his business proposal. He remembers all the good things she said about him.
This is 'the first moment I saw her, I knew' quote a million times over.
Tell me it's love without telling me it's love.
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wis-art · 8 months
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Women, so pretty, so shaped, i am so lesbian,,,
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uncriticalbunny · 8 months
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sydney and carmy have such a deranged dynamic so it's very funny when people try to put them in a "professional coworkers" box like bffr nothing about their relationship is professional
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soporificshoebill · 29 days
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this
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being angela's reaction to seeing part of submissive and breedable at the yt creators event implies she hadn't seen the video before which means. There's a chance that. The first time she saw the Amanda and Courtney bits was also right there at the event. which is. im so sorry angela. so incredibly funny to me. RIP to her. can you even imagine.
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youngpettyqueen · 2 months
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my ideal Kira and Julian dynamic is the dynamic between an older sister and a younger brother in a 90s teen movie. Julian is the annoying nerdy little brother and Kira is the teen older sister going "get out of my room you little dweeb" and shoving him into lockers
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frozenspraycans · 10 months
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people who think that sydney x carmy is platonic is so funny like if you have a romantic partner and they have a panic attack thinking about you and the only way they can calm down is by thinking of their CO-WORKER i have some very very very bad news to tell you
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dontpunchdogs · 4 months
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happy holidays + a snooper christmas to those who celebrate!!
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nyoomfruits · 6 months
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between oscar and lando playing little card games to kill the time, having lunch together and then those candids of them showing each other stuff on their phones i'm so. they LIKE each other. they LIKE spending time together and it kills me it KILLS ME
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