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garbageisland-0 · 1 year
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Denji is Charlie from It’s Always Sunny and no I will not be taking questions at this time 😤🤚
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buzzingroyalty · 8 months
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timeline in which aziraphale is in fact tasked with raising a new baby jesus in an orphanage run entirely by angels so there are no shenanigans nor interferences but the supreme archangel insists they hire at least one human who actually knows how to raise human children. a "human" eventually shows up. Jesus 2 is named Lucy <3
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duckiehattt3 · 4 months
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They make me sick I cry everyday I love them
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shokuheshi · 5 months
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bitchfendi · 20 days
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theres an unintentional message about the bad things carried out by science and politics in layton. i want to think that in nwos there will be a subversion where you think its science and politics again but no it was actually business and politics
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reimu of take it easy
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ezzied · 1 month
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shitty little soft pastel drawin of the cunt of the century
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sausagevendor · 10 months
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Reposts, probably.
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sgcairo · 1 year
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"Cruzaré llorando el jardín y con tus recuerdos partiré lejos de aquí..."
The Tsaritsa longs for her first Harbinger, all while he remains untouched by the storm. How can she bear to ever be without him?
[An Anthology]
(@ardensforest I am grabbing you and shaking violently)
POV: Pierro
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bellafragolina · 1 year
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Listen to the Music
thank you @peachsodama for letting me borrow your oc chilan <3
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“Chin up!” Calloused hands gently raise Chilan’s head, mindful of the helmet strap. “Deep breath. Let it come from here.” Another hand brushes Chilan’s belly. She imagines the air in her lungs being in her stomach instead. “Let it out, bug.”
To her surprise, the noise from the trumpet comes clear and strong, far better than the early attempts. Chilan carries the (very sharp) B flat for as long as she has air. The note dies with her large gasp, followed by a celebratory whoop.
“Bravo!” Allegra claps, wrinkles forming in the edges of her smile and around her squinted eyes. “Well done! Just like that!”
“I did it!” Chilan gasps, vibrating in place. “I made a noise!”
“And thus,” with a flare of her hands, Allegra mocks a deep, respectful bow, “you can play trumpet, my dear. All that’s left is to understand fingerings, vibrato, glissandos, trills, cuivre-”
“Aw, geez!”
Allegra laughs at her student’s wilting, leaning her head against Chilan’s helmet. “Don’t worry. Once you get the hang of it, you can play pretty much any brass instrument there is, save saxophone, but you already play that.”
Chilan grins. A lot of instruments, a lot of possibilities, but she’ll focus on trumpet for now. She still has a long way to go before she masters it, after all, but it’ll be fun! Allegra always makes sure its fun, even when it’s supposed to be boring, like with tuning.
“Alright,” Allegra sighs, grunting as she rises from her squat with a crackle of joints, “we better get you going. Lots of treasure to find, and you probably won’t find it here.”
Chilan nods, throwing her new borrowed trumpet into its case. “Me and Rueda will practice! I’ll learn then teach Rueda to play!”
That earns Chilan a big belly laugh from the instructor. Chilan laughs too, picturing her Cyclizar playing trumpet in any capacity.
Hearing her name, Rueda lifts its head from the large plush bed Allegra keeps in her classroom for her Cofagrigus. Said Cofagrigus hovers around the Cyclizar, unsure of how to demand its bed back. Rueda, uncaring of the ghost’s fretting, starts to thump its tail against the ground at the sight of Chilan watching it.
“Here,” Allegra offers a small booklet, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, “some fingerings to try. You don’t gotta memorize them or anything; they’re just for you to get used to. Hell, if you wanna, you can try and put a few songs together.”
“Like Smoke-”
“Not Smoke on the Water.” Allegra interrupts, deadpanned.
Chilan snorts, but motions for Rueda to follow her out, case swinging at her side. “How come you hate that song so much?” Rueda bonks into Chilan, almost knocking her over, but Allegra steadies the her before she can tip over too far. “It’s not a bad song.”
Allegra grumbles something inaudible to herself before wafting her hand, dismissing the question while also ushering Chilan out of the room with Rueda. Cofagrigus finally shouts something after the pair, but Rueda just yawns, none too bothered.
And Allegra is left with a pouting ghost.
"Aw, you'll get 'em next time, 'Nubis.” Allegra coos, patting the sarcophagus on the side of its head.
"Get who next time?"
Allegra glances back, smiling at the sight of the director stood in her doorway. "Well, hello there! What brings you to my neck of the woods, big boss?"
Clavell flusters immediately, turning a cute shade of red as he struggles for a response. "Er, yes, well, no need for such. . . formalities, Miss Allegra."
Allegra snickers at how unsure of the word he sounds. "I can be less formal if you want, Clive.”
Clavell chuckles, no doubt embarrassed, but he enters the classroom. His eyes trail the various seats strewed about, stands with stray papers, sheets of music and forgotten homework.
Cofagrigus has settled into its bed, Chatot and Archeops perching on top of the sarcophagus. Archeops whistles a tune, and Chatot parrots it back, the pair softly singing to their ghost friend.
Clavell sighs, put at ease by the relaxed atmosphere.
Allegra tilts her head, smiling. "What can I do for you, then?"
"Allegra." Clavell says, a warm fondness to his voice.
"Clive."
"I'm heading out for the evening." Clavell starts, gesturing towards the door. "Will you be as well?" His hands wring together, fingers twitching as Allegra waltzes closer to him. "Perhaps we could get dinner together."
"Ooh," Allegra sighs, bringing a hand to her cheek, "perhaps we could visit that cute little place on the south side. With the live music." Her steps turn light, walking on her toes to easily swing and twirl around Clavell. He laughs as she leans against his back. "Would you honor me with a dance, Clive?"
"Perhaps with the right music." Clavell says, offering an arm. Allegra loops hers through, easily dragging the director into an impromptu dance. The pair step around, laughing at stepped on toes and bumped shoulders. "I'm not as quick as I used to be."
"Neither am I-"
"Get a room!" The shout makes the pair jump apart, whipping around to see Chilan sticking her tongue out, a forgotten phone in hand.
"Get outta here!" Allegra snaps, and Chilan runs off, her laughter echoing behind her. "Damn kids. . ."
"Allegra!" Clavell scolds, though he has to chuckle when she looks at him, face scrunched with her annoyance. "Come along. Let's go before the restaurant gets too crowded."
He offers his arm once again. Allegra huffs a bit more, before she finally tucks her arm into his, leaning into him as they both leave her classroom. Her Pokémon follow after in a flurry of noise, a hidden one dancing around in their shadows with a twinkling voice.
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hhh don't look at me here's allegra goodbye
~Renee
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Here are those angsty Calicohands thoughts I promised last night.
This came from me thinking “haha what if Izzy’s relationship had an Izzy?” and kinda snowballed from there.
So, when you combine Izzy’s self-esteem issue with Jack’s whole vibe, I think it would be really easy for someone who wanted to to drive a wedge between them.
Like, picture it. Izzy’s made his peace with the crew, so when he brings Jack onboard everyone’s like “ugh fine”. But they still don’t like him, and eventually someone says “If we break them up, Jack’ll go away.”
Literally all they’d have to do is make up a lie and Izzy would buy it.
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bringbackgoth · 11 months
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I did my job diligently for 3 whole hours in a row I think I deserve the rest of the day off.
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minerspirit · 1 year
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spencecreates · 1 year
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Okay actually that last post from my queue is actually something I've been Thinking about with Yarrow and Roan. It's so easy to demonize one and idealize the other when in reality they're both two very traumatized and hurt individuals. That's why I don't talk about them more actually...
Yarrow is pulled into starting a cult by the "god" that's been grooming him since he was a kid and believes so strongly in the world ending being a good thing that he'll deny his own sexuality to bring about the "messiah" prophesied for it.
And Roan lies to Yarrow for a majority of his life about their family's origins and leaves him susceptible while dealing with the trauma of his parents death and being hounded by this same "god" to either follow the path himself or allow Yarrow to, even appearing in his dreams and depriving him of sleep for weeks until he finally kicks Yarrow out to end the torment and fighting between the two of them.
I just. I love them your honor. They're so flawed and they're doing their best.
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kandi-pendragon · 2 years
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You and I have begun to blur.
For my lovely friend Lana, for getting me into Hannibal, the show this beautiful quote is from. I couldn't resist.
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cyberneticlagomorph · 2 years
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You know how in stories and movies and such that fairies don't take money when trading?
They take first kisses and memories and such?
And in CRverse magic is linked to emotions
And fairies are living breathing magic
Magic imprints on things
The longer you've had it or yhe more you've cared for it The more magic it holds
The more treasured the object the more value it holds
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That's why fairy gold turns to junk the next day
It WAS junk
Well loved junk that holds so much love and magic it appears as riches until the illusion is broken
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