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rr-sheep · 1 year
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💙~Battle Love Birds In Arms~❤
(my friend Harry's oc's) Ashley and Mike
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aimbutmiss · 3 months
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The sheer amount of pathetic energy Buggy has in marineford needs to be studied because he somehow exceeded the maximum possible amount
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People will say things like "why would anyone be a fan of buggy he's such a loser" THAT'S WHY I LOVE HIM. HE'S MY LOSER BABYGIRL!!!!!! MY MAN FAILURE!!!!! I don't expect idiots without taste to understand 🤡
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ynaszn · 2 months
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﹐    ♡   fri(end)s ˖
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nativehueofresolution · 5 months
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aj and christopher - tony's son and heir, respectively - are written as foils throughout the series, but i think there's something really special about the way things came together in the final season. in season six tony is eaten up both by his hatred for aj and christopher's hatred for him, and he furiously vents about both to melfi. he kept aj out of the mafia, because he felt he owed him that protection as a father, but he despises the coddled and emotionally fragile young man aj has grown into as a result. christopher, on the other hand, tony invited into the mafia and acted as a mentor, but christopher grew to hate tony for acting like a father all while essentially damning him to a hellish life he would never let his actual children enter into. tony finds both of them ungrateful, and yet he is eaten up by the fact he could find his son so loathsome or that someone he spent so much time nurturing could end up detesting him. both speak to tony's fear of being a toxic person, unable of having a loving relationship. he is repulsed by a gentle and sheltered young man he kept in a gilded cage, but the young man who has lived in tony's underworld can only see him as the devil.
interestingly, aj and christopher also enter into father roles of their own. aj falls in love for the first time after tony forces him to work at the construction site and he meets blanca. he becomes a pseudo-stepfather to blanca's son hector, and while blanca eventually cools on him, his relationship with hector always seems very doting and sweet. christopher, meanwhile, marries his girlfriend kelli after only being together a short amount of time because she gets pregnant, and his ambivalence is clear from the start. in many ways, he's not over tony having adriana killed and his own role in betraying her. we also know from previous seasons he feels both an obligation as his late father's only child to have a son to carry on the moltisanti name, while also fearing he is ill-suited to being a father because of his drug addiction, which he believes to have been inherited from his parents. tony himself is somewhere in the middle - capable of being a doting and generous father and yet frequently feeling removed from his children because of his double life and fearing he has passed along his cursed genes. both aj and christopher's stabs at fatherhood are short-lived however. aj's relationship ends, which leads to a suicide attempt, and christopher is killed.
the two episodes in which these events occur happen back to back, as if to really hammer home how linked the two are. christopher and tony get into an accident, and right as tony is dialing 911 to try and save christopher's life - he realizes his opportunity and kills him instead, the accident giving him the perfect cover. the next episode, tony comes across aj's botched suicide attempt and dives into save aj. both son and heir are at death's door and his responses are opposite, literally using his hands to smother christopher one episode and ripping a bag off of aj's head so he can breathe again the next. and the reactions he has to both mirror each other so powerfully. he is relieved to finally be rid of christopher, who he calls "the biggest blunder of my career" - he no longer has to wonder when christopher's animosity will become a full-fledged betrayal, he no longer has to see what an embarrassment christopher is, to be reminded of his poor judgment in selecting him as his successor. aj, on the other hand, he tells melfi he is ashamed of. he saved his son, of course he did, but we see how humiliated he feels each time his mob associates try to offer sympathy, how he vainly hopes someone like carmine jr will have gone through something similar so he won't be alone in his ignominy. just as he thinks he's escaped having to deal with his failure to have a worthy heir, he's confronted with the ways - in his view - he has failed to produce a worthy son (never grappling with the fact that his view of this as a failure is part of the problem).
in many ways, the last season is about finally casting judgement on tony soprano. after watching the last several seasons of his terrible behavior, the narrative begins to be much more explicit in the language it uses and the symbols it pairs with tony - he is the devil in the back of the club asking you to sell your soul; he is the toxic water poisoning jersey for a cheap profit - and now we see what that has meant for the two men he raised. what the protection he offered and the guidance he gave amounted to.
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Angels in America: Millennium Approaches by Tony Kushner
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electricxmayhem · 1 year
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you say ‘what’s in your locket?’ and i say ‘just a photo of my girlfriend’ and i open it and it’s this picture
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athingfromtheforest · 8 months
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who else thinks bear is possibly the most traumatised character in sweet tooth
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grimoireghuleh · 11 months
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Currently suffering with Swiss brain rot
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In case you didn't know KJ is irrelevant in this story.
Now don't be surprised if T makes it official with his "real girlfriend" daniella soon. She definitely can't wait to show off their relationship and i wouldn't even be surprised if he proposes to her or already has (he's that mentally ill).
I'm just warning y'all so you don't have a heart attack when it happens. Thank me later.
oh jesus... okay. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
thank you for warning me, anon, and avoiding a heart attack 😘😂 but I know very well KJ is absolutely irrelevant in this story.
so irrelevant as much as is "his real girlfriend" Daniella, anon.
now, I don’t want to be the one to give you a heart attack but maybe it’s you who doesn’t know that the one relevant person here, the only one for a long time now, is a blonde wonder with two endless legs and two eyes you could lose yourself in.
and sorry anon but HE DEFINITELY is not a girl. 😏
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marutchi · 8 months
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Little Skwisgaar x Toki comfort oneshot (Word count: 1502)
Warnings: Very mild spoilers from the new movie, apart from that there’s mentions of the abuse Toki has suffered from + some made up ones.
Btw I don't know how other fic writers handle their accents but personally I didn't feel confident enough in my writing to portray it in a pleasant way. That's why I chose to have them speak in Swedish with each other. I've read that supposedly many Scandinavians are able to understand each other or learn the other languages easily (sorry if that's actually not true!).
Enjoy!
Skwisgaar was only half asleep. As comfortable as their current living situation in Dais Keep was, he was still plagued by the events that took place. It felt so comically, idiotically, unreal that he was almost calm. Shit was so fucking weird he was practically convinced that all this could only be a dream. After saving Toki, he didn't think it could get any more fucked up, but strangely enough, this felt even worse. One misstep and it would all be over. That thought surely keeps you up at night.
The door to his room was slightly ajar, allowing light from the corridor to leak in, so Skwisgaar immediately noticed as it got obscured all of a sudden. His eyes opened fully and he saw a silhouette standing in the narrow crack of the door.
"Skwisgaar? Are you awake?" Toki asked. His voice was quiet, unsure even, as if he didn't know whether he should really dare to wake him. The way Toki sounded, Skwisgaar was certain he’d leave again if he remained silent and acted as if he hadn’t heard him, yet- “Ugh, Toki, it’s in the middle of the night, what do you want?” He asked back, annoyed.
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” 
Instantly, Skwisgaar came into a sitting position. He should have known something was up because Toki spoke to him in Swedish - something he only ever did when he wanted something from him. 
“Hell no, fuck off,” he answered, switching to Swedish as well. 
The question didn’t really come as a surprise to Skwisgaar. When Toki slept in Mordhaus for the first time after the abduction, the quiet of the night was constantly interrupted by deafening screams. Everyone was immediately on the spot to find a hysterical Toki plagued by nightmares. Each of them was overwhelmed by the situation and in the end, Pickles stayed with him. Since that day, Toki preferred to sleep in bed with one of his band members. So far, Skwisgaar has always managed to wriggle out of having this crybaby in his bed and Toki has asked many times. This night wouldn’t be different, however. 
“Pleaaaase, Skwisgaar!” Toki desperately pleaded and fully opened the door, blinding the other man. “I can’t sleep alone!”  Skwisgaar was having none of it. “Maybe it’s time for you to learn again, it can’t go on like this.” With narrowed eyes he reached for the small packet of matches on his bedside table and accidentally wiped them off the edge. "Ughhh." Toki was immediately there, picked them up and held them out to Skwisgaar. With an impatient "Give me that!" Skwisgaar rudely snatched the matches out of Toki's hand. "Stupid fucking place doesn't even have electricity," he muttered. “Besides,” Skwisgaar started as he lit a match to light the candle on his table, wanting to see Toki's stupid face, “Why don’t you ask the others?” He shook the matchstick until the flame went out, then threw it carelessly aside, listening to Toki’s stammering as to why he had to sleep here of all places. 
“Well, Nathan is acting totally weird and when I stood in front of Murderfaces’ door I heard him talking and screaming to himself which is even weirder. And Pickle… he said he needed a private night, if you understand. I don’t, actually, but he was very serious about it.”
Skwisgaar sighed. “What about Knubbler?” He eyed Toki up and down, noting that the other had nothing on but his underwear. He could have at least had the decency to put on a shirt as well. Toki shrugged his shoulders. “Can’t find him anywhere.” 
Skwisgaar thought for a moment. If he’d let him sleep in his bed tonight, he’d demand to do it every night. Toki had always been clingy, but at the moment he was particularly clingy, especially towards him. As if Toki could read Skwisgaar‘s mind, he assured: “Please, Skwisgaar this will be the first and only time!”
“No! And this is my final decision, now piss off!” Skwisgaar angrily pointed at the door but Toki didn’t budge. 
“Please.” The sad way Toki looked at him reminded Skwisgaar of a beaten dog and to his horror, it didn’t leave him completely cold. While he couldn’t remember a lot of the night they saved Toki, he’ll never forget the way his band member hung there on the cross, upside down in that motherfucking jigsaw looking room.
“Skwisgaar, please. everytime I try to-"  "FINE," Skwisgaar interrupted him angrily, rubbing his face briefly. Toki practically jumped into his arms. 
“Thank you thank you thank you!” He hugged him tightly to Skwisgaar's displeasure. “Get off of me!” He shoved Toki to the other side of the bed. “Hehe, sorryyy.” 
Skwisgaar mumbled some things under his breath and with a swift movement lifted the covers, swung his legs over the edge of the bed and turned his back towards Toki who watched in horror.
“Please don’t leave me.”
Skwisgaar was caught off guard at how heartbroken Toki sounded. However, he quickly regained his composure. “I’m not, you idiot.” Skwisgaar glanced over his shoulder. “The least I want is to be wearing my underwear when the inevitable happens and you try to snuggle up to me.”  Skwisgaar stood up and Toki promptly was at eye-level with his bare ass. He couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh I’m so relieved. I already thought that you wanted to be mean since you said that I was allowed in your bed, but you didn’t mention anything about you being in it at the same time!”
“Mh.” Skwisgaar hadn’t considered this loophole. As he put on his boxers Toki got under the covers. 
“Oh boy does that mean we’re going to cuddle?” Toki asked full of excitement. “Fuck no,” Skwigaar immediately replied and slipped under the covers as well. “Fucking touch me and I‘ll throw you out of my room! I don’t care about your little panic attacks.“ Toki frowned. That was not exactly the answer he wanted to hear, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. “Now turn to the side, I don’t wanna watch your ugly face as you sleep.” 
If Toki hadn't been so desperate to sleep in the same bed as him, he might have countered back. “Pf, whatever.” He did as he was told, turning away from his bandmate.
Skwisgaar was about to turn sideways to blow out the candle when he caught a glimpse of Toki's back that made him stop short. He was already familiar with the scars from Toki's childhood, the ones he had received from his psycho parents. Now, between the old faded marks, there were new ones that looked red and incredibly painful. It seemed as if Magnus the jerk-off had even scratched some words into Toki's back. Skwisgaar's eyes traced the red lines towards Toki’s side where there was a huge, not yet completely healed wound, shoddily sewn shut. It would surely turn into a big ass scar and looked like it must have hurt like hell. Probably still did. 
Skwisgaar could not understand how Toki could still be as normal as he was. Humble, even. All he wanted was not to be left alone, for his friends to keep an eye on him and ensure that no one could ever do that to him again.
Toki noticed the light going out and listened to the rustling of the blanket. The last thing he’d ever expected was the warm hand that suddenly touched his back. Not daring to move a single muscle he just waited for what happened next.
“You are safe.”
Toki's eyes widened. He wanted to say something, anything, but his head was suddenly empty.
“I- ah.” Fervently he searched for the right words and didn't want to ruin this moment. He knew that this was special and all he could do was settle for a hoarse “Thank you”.
The hand left Toki’s back, leaving the spot it had rested on feeling oddly cold. He wriggled around under the blanket and, as carefully as possible, moved back further the tiniest bit to feel Skwisgaar's warmth.
“Good night, Skwisgaar,” Toki whispered.
“Good night.”
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Unsurprisingly, when Skwisgaar woke up, Toki was pressed against him with his head lying on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around him. Skwisgaar was too tired to even open his eyes, so when he enjoyed a delirious moment of closeness and shared body heat he wasn’t even thinking about Toki necessarily. Only when he wriggled around slightly did he notice an unpleasant, cold sensation somewhere on his torso. One of his eyes cracked open and a glance downwards confirmed a horrible suspicion: Toki was drooling all over him. Needless to say, the moment was over. With a hard push, Skwisgaar launched Toki onto the cold hard floor.
Even less surprising was the fact that the following night, Toki stood in front of Skwisgaar’s room again. The most surprising thing was how Skwisgaar wordlessly slid to the side of the bed to make room for his bandmate.
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This whole thing was pretty much inspired by this scene
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I like to imagine that Skwisgaar deliberately gave him a little nudge to calm him down. As shown in the show, he doesn't really mind non-sexual physical contact with other men. He did seem pretty allergic to it when it comes to Toki in aotd (can‘t 100% recall how it was in the show because it’s been ages that I watched it. I just remember he has always been annoyed with Toki) so I couldn't help but picture him needing a lot of time and tiny steps to step out of his comfort zone to give Toki what he needs because after all, he does care a lot about him!
Hope that makes sense!
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doll-elvis · 10 months
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A letter written by Elvis for Frances Forbes (pictured right) in 1958
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“ Well I don’t know what ever made me decide to write a letter but I guess it’s because I am so homesick and lonely. I just want to tell you that I miss and love you all very much and I am just counting the hours until I can return and we will all be together again. I can hardly wait till I am back singing and making movies, and above all seeing the old gang again. I guess I miss mother more over here than anything because I am just now realizing that she won’t ever be here anymore (…) Well I will go for now just wanted you all to know that I was thinking of you. All my love, Frances. P.S. Have a merry Christmas kid, I wish I was with you, we’d have a ball, but maybe next Christmas ”
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laniidae-passerine · 11 months
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but genuinely you can’t be doing the whole ‘oooooh two divorcees looking for emotional connection after heartbreak!’ and ‘I believe in romcommunism’ and ‘is it Ted that Rebecca is texting on banter???’ and ‘watch as they grow independence and self love but constantly with the feeling they’re intertwined in some lovely, chosen way’ just to go ‘actually they never get to together and Ted fucks off back home to the place that is now shaped by not great memories’. The fuck??? I’m bisexual, I was so there for the deeply unlikely TedTrent but I always thought TedBecca would happen because it makes more narrative sense. For two whole seasons they orbited around each other with this impending sense of collision, this hope they could find love in the strangest of conditions, in a stranger they’d never have chosen, only for that to be completely ignored??? This isn’t about ooooh heterosexual couple didn’t kiss (I will die on the bi4bi or at least Bi Ted hill fuck you) it’s about the fact that now, tons of moments are stupid as fuck! You played that with a hint of romance! You played that like something was going to happen! You wouldn’t shut up about Rebecca’s love life and Ted’s need to let go and have somebody else handle it all for him, they seemed made for each other from the start and you went ‘nah fuck it’????? WHAT IS THIS????
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rosecandyart · 2 months
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Splatoonifies your FNF
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witch-sweets · 2 months
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OK dont get me wrong I love fics/AU's where Snatcher wakes up in the past as the Prince (I have my own au of that exact scenario)
BUT WHERE IS THE OTHER HALF OF THAT EQUATION WHERE THE PRINCE WAKES UP IN THE FUTURE AS SNATCHER-
IMAGINE THE CHAOS
IMAGINE THE ANGST
IMAGINE HAT KIDS REACTION TO THE CHAOS AND THE ANGST
Just think about it ok-
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iwasateenagenosferatu · 2 months
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Ashley and Linda from Evil Dead. Their romantic getaway isn't going that well. Good thing he bought her that hideous necklace, that'll fix everything.
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eskat · 23 days
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Part 1
Chapter 4 Part 2
Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Part 1
Chapter 6 Part 2
Chapter 7 Part 1
Chapter 7 Part 2
Chapter 7 Part 3
Chapter 8 Part 1
Chapter 8 Part 2
Chapter 9 Part 1
Chapter 9 Part 2
Chapter 9 Part 3
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Transcript of the magic casts per request! I apologize to anyone who actually knows how to use the source languages beyond my paltry Google Translating.
Page 8 Panel 3: In fine, tene libra, fulgens ardeat! Ferox uri! Omnes urite!
Translation: At the end, in the balance, let it burn bright! O wild flames! Burn them all!
Page 9 Panel 1: Verflare
Page 10 Panel 2: Nec ferrum, nec magica voluntas mea, nec caro penetrabit
Translation: Neither blade nor spell will pierce my flesh.
Page 10 Panel 4: Adloquium
Page 10 Panel 5: Corps-a-Corps
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notpaulsguitar · 6 months
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4 days until i get to see my boys, i actually can’t fathom that i get to see them. i do not apologize for how feral i will become when i see them
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