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from1837to1945 · 2 months
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Straight from Paris (1921)
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heph · 4 months
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A Moment in Time - Dearly Missed
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beanghostprincess · 7 months
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not romantic. not platonic. but a secret third more passionate thing (a captain and his first mate)
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raspberry-rampage · 3 days
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tfw you're the only one in the group not obsessed with some has-been
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dozydawn · 1 year
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Mayerling.
Melissa Hamilton and Rupert Pennefather.
Lauren Cuthbertson and Thiago Soares.
Natalia Osipova and Edward Watson.
Melissa Hamilton and Rupert Pennefather.
Natalia Osipova and Edward Watson.
Sarah Lamb and Steven McRae.
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andaniellight · 2 months
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I used to obsess over this scene so much so of course I'd want this clip to be in my blog
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shouty-y · 11 months
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A dip in the lake
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deelovesbooks · 5 months
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ko-fi
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thunderandsage · 1 month
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mothocean · 2 months
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The titles for the magnus protocol episodes that have come out so far seem... deliberate. First we have 'first shift', which could be seen to use 'shift' in the meaning of 'work hours'; it's Sam's first day at the OIAR. But it could also mean 'shift' as in movement or change; the first signs that the fears are shaping this world, 'shifting' it from how it is supposed to be. Then the two next titles, 'making adjustments' and 'putting down roots', are both describing actions. Hinting that the fears are already establishing themselves within the new world and beginning to reshape it.
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gearbroth · 6 months
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rose tinted glasses and circuit board angels
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365filmsbyauroranocte · 2 months
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Las chicas están bien (Itsaso Arana, 2023)
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bumblehoneybee · 1 month
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Hi, I loved your poppy playtime oneshots and your writing is just magnificent. I saw that you're accepting ideas, so if you like and feel comfortable you could write how the group (Poppy, Kissy and our adorable boy Dogday) would react to Player being protective of them and ending up getting hurt in one of the smiling creatures' chases. Have a good night and thanks in advance.
Guardian Angel
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Most of the miniature creatures had scuttled off into the unknown once Catnap fell. It left the Playcare far safer than before, enough so that Poppy and Kissy could come down from their hiding place and properly walk around with you and Dogday. A relief, being able to at least somewhat relax now, before the final fight to come.
You collapse onto your butt into one of the rickety chairs within Home Sweet Home. Dogday chuckles at your long, dramatic groan of exhaustion, resting his head in your lap with a sigh. You pat his head, pouting, but pleased with the outcome thus far. You've been doing a good job, you think. Not the best, but good, especially since you were able to save poor Dogday from becoming those mini critters' next meal.
A weight settles onto your shoulder. "Good idea! A break sounds just lovely."
You eye Poppy. "What are you taking a break from? Dogday and I are the only ones who've been running around!"
"It's exhausting to watch you run." Poppy teases back, Kissy nodding in agreement.
You just laugh, fingers raking through Dogday's matted fur. You'll need to try and find a shower for everyone, one with actual running water and maybe some soap. It'd be nice to clean up all the grime you four have been dragging all around. Maybe Home Sweet Home had one?
Before you can voice such a thought, Kissy begins to growl. Your head snaps up, Dogday's too. Poppy grips your head as you stand, staring at Kissy, who faces a nearby hole in the wall with bared teeth and swiping arms.
"Kissy?" Poppy asks. You swiftly pluck the doll up, handing her to Dogday before either could react. "Wha- Angel-!"
You dive forward, snatching the Bubba critter before it could fully lunge at Kissy's next swipe. You throw it off down the hall before it can do any damage to you, then make frantic motions to the others.
"Let's go!"
They don't argue. Kissy takes Poppy back from Dogday, while you haul you buddy up onto your back again. It's a quick sprint down the maze-like halls, one followed by rumbling and distinct screeches of hunger, of anger.
You briefly wonder if the critters hate you for destroy the one that brought them food.
Whoops.
Before you can lament your luck, Dogday shouts. Pink fur fills your vision, knocking you back a few steps. You nearly fall, but Dogday braces on the wall and helps you regain balance. You see Kissy's head frantically swiveling, and peer past her to where a pile, or maybe more of a wall of broken boards and fallen concrete blocks the way forward.
"Shit." You say, twisting to see bright white eyes encroaching on your team. "Fuck."
"Language." Dogday says, half distracted, not that you acknowledge it.
You gaze back towards the wall, see a sliver of space at the very top, easy enough to squeeze through.
"Kissy!" You point, and she gets the idea immediate.
Limber and flexible, she climbs up the boards and metal rebars, easily sliding through the hole. She reaches down, Poppy hiding behind her neck, and grabs Dogday by the scruff to haul him up next. His head is a bit too big, sadly, so with panic, the toys begin to struggle.
"Angel!" Dogday calls down to you.
"Just stay calm!" You call back, facing the approaching sea of ravenous critters. The flare gun hand cocks, loaded and ready. "And be careful! I'll hold them off!"
With that, you charge into the fray, if only to buy more time.
"ANGEL!" Dogday hollers after you. It rips through his vocal chords, rips through his soul, watching you disappear into the darkness peppered with hungry white eyes. "Kissy! Let me go!"
"Why!?" Poppy asks, her and Kissy's view blocked by Dogday. "We need to get you through so Angel-"
"Angel just ran off!" Dogday snaps, squirming. He pushes and pulls at the boards beneath him, knocking them loose as he tries to drag himself back down. Kissy's tug makes his head slam into the broken ceiling, and he hisses. "They need help! Let me go!"
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Everyone freezes.
You fire a flare into Kicking's face, twisting around in time to watch Dogday fall backwards, the ceiling falling right after him.
"GUYS!?" You scream, panic firing through your veins like ice water. You twist, try to run towards the new mountain of debris now completely blocking the way forward, but a Crafty digs its teeth into your leg. "FUCK!"
Your flare gun clicks, out of ammo for now. Looks like you'll have to get old school if you want to get out of this.
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On the other side of the mountain, Dogday claws at the debris, howling your name to the heaves as though it will bring you to him. Kissy smacks at the higher boards, tugging at the rock and plaster, but to no avail. It was all well and truly stuck and snug.
Poppy, sitting just a few feet away, places her face in her hands. Their angel. . . alone on the other side, left behind because they were trying to buy time for them to escape. And they did escape, without Angel.
Angel, fighting for their life all alone.
Poppy gasps for air, fighting tears.
"We. . . we need to f-find another way around." She says, voice wavering.
Kissy looks back at her, panting, then down to where Dogday doesn't stop, still digging into the debris best he can with his paws. With a shaky sigh, Kissy leans down, hauling Dogday off the floor despite his growls and barks of protest.
Poppy leads the way further into Home Sweet Home, building speed with each step. Angel has saved them. Now it's their turn to save their angel.
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noxious-fennec · 9 months
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Snapshots of simpler times..
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canon-gabriel-quotes · 2 months
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COME ON MACHINE, FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL.
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estrellami-1 · 3 months
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First Cuts
Part 1 | Part 2
“Hey,” Steve says breathlessly. “Y’know that thing that we are not mentioning, ever, on pain of death?”
Eddie blinks. “Y’know you’re still mentioning it even if you don’t call it what it is, right?”
“Eddie,” Steve says seriously, which causes Eddie to focus. “I need your help. I’m kinda freaking out, here.”
“Okay,” Eddie says, running through things in his mind. “Want me to come over? Or wanna come over here? Or just over the phone?”
“I’m stressed out enough I can’t make any decisions right now,” Steve says.
“Okay,” Eddie says, “then I’m coming over. Unlock the door for me, ‘kay? I’ll be there in ten.”
“M’kay. Thank you.” With a click he’s gone, and Eddie hangs his phone back up too, looking around for his keys.
He snatches them off the counter, jams his feet into his shoes, and takes off.
He realizes halfway there that he’s still in his pajamas.
He walks in when he arrives to find Steve sitting at the table, staring at an envelope like he’s trying to disintegrate it with just his vision. Eddie thinks he can almost see the paper smoking. “Hey,” he says softly. “What’s going on?”
Steve doesn’t meet his eyes, just keeps his gaze locked on the envelope. “I did something impulsive. And Robin doesn’t know. And either nothing changes, or everything does.” He lifts his face to Eddie’s. His bottom lip is bitten raw.
“Okay,” Eddie says. “Well, first things first is to figure out which of those options it is, right? I’m assuming the letter will determine which it is.”
“Yeah,” Steve says, reaching for it, only to push it towards Eddie. “I, uh. I applied to a specific school. And I know the kids are going to tease me about it-”
“Hey,” Eddie interrupts, brows furrowed. “You’re plenty smart, Stevie, don’t listen to the little shitheads, alright? Whatever the answer is, whatever you decide to do, I’m with you. One hundred percent. I’ll even punish the little twerps during our next session if they say anything, okay?”
“Can you open it?” Steve begs, whispering, eyes wide.
Eddie’s hopeless to refuse. “Of course I can,” he replies, just as softly.
He looks at the envelope. Good, thick paper. Sticker return address. He opens it and pulls out a letter.
Dear Steven J. Harrington,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen for 1988’s starting class! In Tricoci University, we pride ourselves on…
Eddie looks up at Steve with a grin. “You’re in.”
“Holy shit,” Steve breathes. “Holy shit!” He begins to grin. “I made it!”
“You made it!” Eddie celebrates, then keeps reading.
We hope you look forward to your time here at Tricoci University of Beauty Culture Bloomington.
Eddie looks up at Steve again. “A beauty school?”
Steve flushes scarlet. “Cosmetology. I wanna do hair.”
Eddie sits for a minute, thinking, before he grins at Steve and stands to sweep him into a spinning hug. “That sounds perfect for you!”
Steve giggles giddily, then grins happily at Eddie when he’s set down. “You really think so?”
“Think so? I know so! Stevie! This is gonna be so good for you!” He drags Steve over to the couch so they can both sit. “I mean, think about it. And I don’t just mean the obvious high school shit. Even the little things. You’re good with people, dude. They just like you just ‘cause you’re you. And who knows more about you than anyone else?”
Steve frowns. “Robin?”
Eddie chuckles. “My mistake. General you, not specific. Your hairdresser! You tell them everything. And you live for that shit, Stevie, I see how your eyes light up when the kids share gossip.” He grabs Steve’s hands and smiles warmly at him. “I promise, everyone’s gonna be so happy for you.”
“Thanks, Eds,” Steve murmurs, cheeks still pink.
“And hey,” Eddie says, grinning again. “You’ve got at least one lifelong customer.” He points to himself, grinning when Steve laughs.
“Thanks,” he says, then takes a deep breath, suddenly serious again. Eddie schools his face accordingly. “Will you help me tell Robin?”
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