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pursuitofhappiiiiness · 5 months
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the-lavender-lapin · 9 months
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I hate you
A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.
Javey
David stood in front of the circulation gate, having taken the position of leader since Jack left him the night before.
“Alright, remember, we’re hurtin them and they know it. No soakin’ or hittin’ anyone.” He reminded the newsies as the gates swung open. The wagons made their way out followed by the army of goons and scabbers.
“I’m seein t’ings tell me i seein t’ings!” Spot yelled angrily, pointing toward the scabbers. David turned around to see none other than Jack Kelly standing there, clad in new fancy clothes, a stack of papes in his hand.
David looked at him dumbfounded. He knew the other newsies were yelling things, but it all sounded muffled to him, as if he was underwater. It couldn’t be. Not his Jack. His Jack would never scab. Not the Jack that kissed him in the alleyway the night before.
“This is why you left last night isn’t it?!” He accused Jack, anger bubbling inside of him as the shock subsided.
“You’re a liar! You lied about everything!” He accused him, thinking back to the other night. Jack had confessed to him. Said that he felt things, things you’re not supposed to feel towards someone who is just a friend. They had kissed in that alleyway and now here he was, new clothes from Pulitzer of all people.
“So? What you wanna do about it Dave?” Jack responded with a shrug, acting like this wasn’t killing him inside. He had to be strong. He couldn’t afford anyone gettin locked up because of him, especially not David. The refuge was no place for someone like him. It would chew him up and spit him out and Jack wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
“I don’t understand you.” David replied, crossing his arms. He gave Jack a hard look, waiting for him to break and say it was all some sort of plan. That he wasn’t really giving up.
“Oh so let me spell it out for you. You see, I aint got nobody tuckin’ me in a niht, like you. It’s just me. I gotta look out fo’ myself, alrih?!” He spat back. David didn’t understand. He had folks and a place to call home. He had others to depend on for food and clothes and shelter. He was a good boy who went to school and would probably have a fancy job in some office some day. All Jack had was Santa Fe and until then it was his job to protect the younger newsies. Francis had left him in charge. It was his job.
“You had the newsies!” Dave protested, pointing at the angry crowd who had all showed up in support of Jack and the strike.
“Oh what did bein’ a newsie eva give me bu a dime a day n a few black eyes?” Jack asked with a scoff. “Ya know, I cant afford ta be a kid no mo Dave. Fo tha firs time in my life I got money in me pockets, real money. Money. You understan?!” He replied, shoving his shoulder to emphasize his point and also to put a little distance between him and Davey.
“I got mo on tha way n as soon as i collect ‘m gone, ‘m away, alrih?!” He said heatedly. Dave didn’t understand, he was too perfect. He was too good for Jack. He couldn’t have Dave, not when he could do so much better. He had to do this.
“Well that’s good because we don’t need you!” Davey replied, gesturing towards the other newsies. “We don’t need you! Because all those words you said, those were mine.” He added on, taking a step back from him. If Jack was going to give up he would lead the strike without him. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t a coward.
That stung Jack. It made his heart drop into his stomach and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. David was right. They didn’t need him. He was replaceable.
“Yeah, but you never had the guts to say em yaself, did ya?” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth as soon as he saw the hurt in Davey’s eyes.
David straightened up and Jack could almost physically see the walls that he had gotten past to start to rebuild.
“I hate you.” David said coldly, his stare just as icy as his words, monotonous with no feeling. No life. “I hate you.” He repeated, shoving Jack away from him before walking back to the newsies, taking the rest of Jack’s heart with him.
Thanks for the ask!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
-Lav
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"... raccoons are gray, black, and white, right?" Steph asks as she stares at the edge of the woods near the arts and crafts cabin.
"Unless they're leucistic or albino, yeah," Pete responds, still fiddling with the friendship bracelet Steph made for him. "Why?"
Steph simply points at a raccoon shaped thing that is clearly purple and pink. "Either that one got a fucking dye job or that's the Chesire Cat."
The animal turns, making them both stumble back as they realize it has no eyes, just a large, dripping maw that takes up most of its head.
"What the fuck?!"
Send me an emoji and I'll write a drabble!
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bluezey · 5 months
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I see a lot of fan art that show Alastor has a deer tail, and I really hope it's canon. Not only cause it'll be friggin adorable, but I imagine Alastor hides it under his coat because he's self conscious about it. It's difficult to be taken seriously as a demon overlord when you have a fluffy little tail on your butt 🤣
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Luca: it's okay Signor Alastor, we have tails too
Alastor: but you're sea monsters, and a dragon and a cat
Sox: I am a personal companion robot. I heard your feelings about your physical appearance. Would you like to talk about it?
Alastor: no. But I know someone who'd may use your help at her hotel
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spinjitzuladykaia · 8 months
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saw it in tt so why not
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racer 7 x ultraviolet
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sonicfangamebot · 3 months
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'Blazey Mix' (2021) by MewDude94andKnuckles (Mania Mod) Adds Blaze to the game with her own unique moves - a firey jump boost and being able to summon a fire shield. https://gamebanana.com/skins/178593
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parachutingkitten · 3 months
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Residents who originated from prime empire do have a physical form, but because they're made from code, their bodies don't function the same. For example, they can't get biological viruses, but can catch digital viruses if they interact with technology that has them. These viruses can get them "sick", effecting things like their coloration, movement rate, and can give them that rgb halo type effect. Their body will also go all glitchy when they sneeze/cough. Their code is advanced enough that their bodies will naturally heal over time, just like biological bodies, and be more resistant to similar viruses in the future. However, if they get sick enough, medicine for them is essentially pilled anti-virus of different varieties.
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rainofthetwilight · 4 months
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renklix · 1 year
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It’s kinda ridiculous that Lloyd and Jay are still the only ones with canon last names. I mean, at this point they should just canonize Smith, Brookstone and Julien
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meglyfer · 6 months
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My take on (canon) Ninjago women part 1 :]
Part 2 Part 3
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I clarified the "canon" part because I hc some of these characters to be for example non binary
Close ups
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xynczachrome · 7 months
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Commissioned by catcubeninja from Twitter
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the-lavender-lapin · 9 months
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“I’m sorry I’m not strong enough.”
Javey
The crowd erupted in cheers as Les signaled to the crowd what Jack had just told them, they had won. The strike was over. And for a moment David was elated, they had actually done it. They had done something that nobody had tried before.
David was celebrating, that was until he heard the conversation between Denton and Jack.
“I told him you could use a ride.” Denton informed Jack with a grin.
“Think he’ll take me to the train yards?” Jack asked him.
The train yard… Of course, Jack was still set on going to Santa Fe. Even after all they had accomplished. Even after they had that kiss in the alley before Jack scabbed. The smile on Dave’s face fell and he put a hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“Can I have a word before you go?” He asked softly, pulling Jack out of the crowd and away from listening ears.
“Whas a matta Davey? We won ya shoul be celebratin! Ya can tell ya ol man ya will be gettin mo money.” Jack laughed, patting Dave on the shoulder.
Dave didn’t join in on his laughter. “Jack, you can’t go.” He stated, forcing himself to meet his eyes.
“Wha ya mean? Santa Fe was always tha plan David. Ya know tha. Win tha strike then go west. I ben planin this fo yeas. I hav ta go. Francis is thee.” He replied, eyebrows knitting together. David had known this. He told him how his brother, Francis, moved to Santa Fe to get them a home. He had to go.
“Jack, he hasn’t written to you in years. Santa Fe is a big city. Face it, he’s gone. But Jack, here you have a family. You have the boys and Medda and..” he paused for a moment, looking around to make sure nobody was listening. “And you have me. That kiss, I know it meant something to you.” He said softly, hand resting on Jack’s bicep as he spoke.
Jack ripped his arm away from David. How dare he. How dare he talk about Francis like that. Sure he hadn’t written in a while but they were brothers. “Ya don know anythin bou Francis. I goin Dave. I alredy made up me min. Now I have ta go, cant keep tha govana waitin’.” He huffed, turning around to start walking towards the carriage Teddy Roosevelt was in, but Dave caught his hand before he could leave.
“Please, Jack. Stay.” He pleaded, tears now swimming in his baby blues. And Jack hesitated, frozen to the spot. Was Davey really crying over him? Did he care that much?
“Jack, I can't do this without you. I’m sorry, I’m not strong enough. So please. Stay.” David added, tightening his grip on Jack’s hand ever so slightly.
Jack forced himself to look away from Davey, biting his lip. “I’m sorry Dave, it’s my dream. I.. I have to go.” He whispered before walking towards the carriage. Jack kept his eyes forward as he walked, he knew if he looked back at David he would cave. He had to keep looking forward. This was his dream, right?
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It turned into angst… oopsie 😇
૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ა
-Lav
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Lex for this fine Spontaneous Saturday?
Lex stares blankly at the shelves of toys from her place behind the register. She's spent four years of her life here.
That's four years too many.
She used to dream about California. About running away with Ethan and Hannah and becoming an actress. She was so sure she could make it.
Now, she doesn't dream anymore. She can't afford to. She has to raise Hannah, make sure they have food and clothes and whatever else.
She doesn't think she's the same person anymore. When she catches sight of her reflection, she doesn't recognize the person staring back at her.
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junkanimate · 7 months
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Day 10: Digital
She's my queen, my angel, my lovely.
In general I think this season is one of my favourites, one big reason is that everyone has just such nice chracacter designs.
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the-ninjago-historian · 3 months
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Eh, we probably already knew this. Still! It's kinda neat!
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