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#brief but still there
cozylittleartblog · 1 year
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not that we didn't already Know belos was full of shit, but it's even funnier knowing the titan was still alive the whole time and probably judging him
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fizzierolli · 3 months
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Enchanted as always...
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beescake · 6 months
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back in the day we had pantskat
now we have sagg sollux
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zillychu · 4 months
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@phantomrose96's little sock thief!
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phantom-phoenixx · 9 months
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Watching Danny Phantom after mostly consuming fanon for so long-
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mxnordberg · 1 month
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HOW MUCH DO YOU HATE?
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ruporas · 9 months
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all I wanted was to save them... (ID in alt)
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dailycupofcreativitea · 3 months
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He got mad 😓
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not to minimize the gravity of war, but i need more people to know about:
Bicycle Warfare
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bicycles have several advantages over horses & fuel-powered vehicles, with the result that bicycle infantry has in fact played a significant role in 20th century warfare...
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it turns out that warfare sometimes involves battalions of bicycle-riding soldiers. (and while i personally am sick of war films, I'm willing to make an exception here because there really needs to be a movie about this.)
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friedri-ce · 2 months
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made their gijinka versions so they could commit some violent ULTRAKISSING
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man-im-so-high · 1 month
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matty and his blue nike hoodie 💙🤍
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ministarfruit · 5 months
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Y’all remember the days when Belos was just the funky mysterious masked villain with the sans eye. Remember when Little Miss Perfect dominated both the fandom and Amity Blight as a character. Remember when some of us were genuinely worried Eda would die in the S1 finale. Remember when we all hated Lilith with a seething passion. Remember when Luz’s biggest issue was just trying to figure out day-to-day Boiling Isles life. Remember when, save for the finale, Understanding Willow and Enchanting Grom Fright were the episodes we all lost our minds over.
Wild times
#the owl house#toh#emperor belos#philip wittebane#luz noceda#amity blight#eda clawthorne#lilith clawthorne#little miss perfect#boiling isles#talk#season 1#toh season 1#the owl house season 1#text post#drabble post#i can name so incredibly specific things about being in this fandom. so incredibly specific#guys i joined during the brief hiatus during adventures in the elements. i still REMEMBER there was a break cause yknow. DISEASE#yes i made the belos reference first cause. gestures to my profile picture. i know#remember when belos was just like. the villain. and the human theorists were The Crack Theorists#remember when our brain chemistry was rewired with grom. remember when we all wailed in the s1 finale and we were like#dang thats insane. all of this is so insane look at this tidbits of plot. and then season 2 loomed over us#god. do you guys remember my four years au? remember the character i named keene?#he was my idea for the sneak-peak we got of the top of hunters head by dana. keene was who i thought hunter was gonna be. i had a plot idea#where he almost betrayed amity at one point before deciding to stick with the kid. guys i thought hunter was like an adult man & also yknow#had his life together. oh if past me could see this sht now#i could go ON about the crazy things i thought/did back in YE OLDEN DAYS of this hereby fandom. i am accepting asks#WE HAD NO IDEA. WE HAD NO CLUE IT WAS GONNA TURN OUT TO BE A RELIGIOUS WITCH HUNTER PLOT TWIST#OR CLONES. OR INSANE FAMILY TRAUMA. OR HARPY LADIES. LOOK UPON YE MIGHTY AT WHAT WE BECAME
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justsalpals · 30 days
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don't mind me, just feeling desperately emotional about how Jon apparently just so happened to send Sam to the very first person in the whole entire world who gave Jon some straight fucking answers when he was drowning in the horrors
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cupidsdolll · 30 days
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summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm
notes: this is part two of this fic so it is still considered a dark fic. it contains mentions of drinking to cope with his grief, violence inflicted onto others and a brief scene of it as well.
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To say that Harry’s been miserable lately would be a huge understatement. He’s been absolutely insufferable in the past two weeks. He spends all day drinking and holed up inside his office, he’s grumpy and snappy with everybody and he’s even more mean whenever he has to take care of someone. It’s his release in a way, the one safe space he can let out his anger at the world, at the Gallegos for taking away his love, at himself for not doing more.
“Goddamn! Fuck!” He screams in the confines of his office. He down a shot of whiskey and quickly pours himself another one, the burn going down his throat is welcoming — encouraged is the better word for it. His chest rises and falls harshly as he stares at the picture of her. One he had taken a couple of months into knowing each other, a bright smile on her lips and her hair and dress flowing in the wind behind her as they walked through a park. She had wanted a picnic and he was a sucker for her smile, so of course he’d do it for her. It was all worth it in the end, to see the smile plastered on her face and the excitement in her eyes
He misses her terribly, the past week has been the hardest week ever and he doesn’t know if it’ll get any better. He allows the tears to fall freely, to stain his cheeks and the mahogany oak of his desk. It seems as if his tears are never ending, just becoming a permanent addition to his appearance. He can’t bring himself to care, too busy wallowing in his guilt and pain. He guesses he deserves it in a way, none of this would’ve happened if he’d been paying more attention, if they would’ve stayed home or better yet if he’d never given her his number.
He huffs sadly as he wipes his tears away the best he can, he can’t do anything about the stains left on his cheeks. He takes another shot of whiskey and heads towards his office door, he figures now is as good of a time as any, and really he just can’t wait to let out some tension. He walks out the room and down the hall, ignoring the eyes of the few employees gathered around the desk before rolling his eyes as they start whispering.
“Don’t you all have a fucking job to do? This isn’t Barbie’s show where we all sit around and look pretty.” He huffs before mumbling under his breath, watching them with crossed arms as they scramble to find something to do.
He continues walking then, taking deep breaths to try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He can’t look weak in front of them. He walks past the framed pictures on the wall, past the rooms where clicking and the occasional scream filters through the closed doors until he gets to the last door in the hall. The dark wooden door detailed with swirls and large black handles is heavy as he pushes it open, but he enjoys the pain. His own form of punishment he guesses.
The room is filled with different tools and weapons, lights scattered all over the ceiling but still keeps the room dark enough. He prefers this environment to feel more like a horror movie than just a simple killing room, and wants it to feel eerie and depressing. He wants the room to inflict absolute sheer terror and feet into anyone who just so happens to end up strapped to the chair. His dress shoes click against the concrete floor, echoing around the room and he watches happily as the man strapped to the chair begins to squirm and try to break free. It’s no use though, he’s mastered the best knot to tie around the body and the chair tightly to keep them from moving but also to inflict pain when they try to escape.
“Well, well, well. Not happy to see me?” He asks in a sickly sweet voice, too sweet to be used in such a setting. The man shakes his head violently as he tries rocking the chair side to side, his screams are muffled behind the tape. Harry simply chuckles, he’s always amused at their useless attempts.
“Now, I just have a couple of questions for you. I just need some information and I believe you should be able to help with this.” He says as he leans down so his face is right in front of the man with tears filling his eyes. The man shakes his head and Harry grabs a handful of his hair, firmly holding him in place.
“So you don’t want to leave? I was gonna let you leave if you answer… but since you don’t think that’s fair.. you’ll be stuck here.” He says and he watches as more tears fall from the man’s eyes and Harry just laughs, everyone wants to be all big and bad until they have to confront their behaviors. They think that no one will be able to catch them, they always underestimate his dedication. He’ll search every corner of the internet and the world just to find someone, and he’s been doing that lately. Searching for hours and hours on the internet to find someone.
He pulls himself back as he smiles, he’s gonna enjoy himself through all this. He starts off small, a few punches and rough tugs of the hair, and he relishes in the muffled cries of the man in front. He rips off the tape and the man screams.
“Who wanted my girl dead and why?” He asks and the man shakes his head.
“I don’t know man!” He says through his tears and shakes his head as if he’s disappointed.
“Such a shame.” He says as he walks to a table full of various weapons and tools of all sizes, he grabs a pair of pliers and walks back to the man, hitting the pliers against his palm.
“Maybe this will ring some answers for you, for every question you don’t answer and I’m not satisfied with the answer I’ll pull one of your teeth out. How does that sound?” The man cries and shakes his head.
“Please man, I’m serious! I don’t know anything!” He cries out and Harry sighs.
“Already onto a bad start, my friend.” He says as he yanks the man’s jaw open as he decides which teeth to pull. As soon as he picks one, the door opens and EJ’s voice rings out.
“Hey boss, sorry to bother you but you have a phone call, it’s important.” Harry shakes his head. He should know better than to interrupt him. He’d hate to have to fire him.
“Uh, I’m busy. Tell them I’ll call back later.” Harry replies back, sarcasm and annoyance dripping from his voiceand the door still stays open.
“It’s the hospital, Y/N. She’s alive.”
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giftoflife · 16 days
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Gift of Life: Chapter 2 - The Test (PART 1/3)
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