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pierrotwrites-hc · 1 year
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Just curious but what’s Luca’s cat’s name? Does it hate Robert too?
his name is Mousetrap and he will eventually come to an uneasy armistice with Robert after a period of open war
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sorry no i can’t come into work today yeah didn’t sleep at all again. yeah no i was kissing my darling evil baby cat over and over again on her stupid little head right between her tiny triangle ears. very important business
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nonbinary-arsonists · 3 months
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guess what musical i just watched
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ventiswampwater · 8 months
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What do you want from me? What have I done? I'm just a word processor, for Christ sake!
Griffin Dunne as Paul Hackett AFTER HOURS (1985) dir. Martin Scorsese
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puppets can be considered arthropods
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murdermitties · 8 months
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Because I believe in Snowtuft supremacy could you do a full design of him? The icon you did for him is great!
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Snowtuft
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arckiaym · 2 months
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mmh nether hundred days..save me nether hundred days...
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cloudypouty · 1 year
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A Big Magic Trick~
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amethyst-halo · 6 months
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fuckin rude boy alert
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jade-len · 3 months
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do you guys think tianlang-jun would've enjoyed reading colleen hoover books or would even that be too much for him
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so, between cuddles toothy giggles & lumpy. who hates Kyle the most and who hates him the least? and the two in between?
FINALLY i can GET TO THIS ONE. lets go on a sliding scale of "thinks he's stupid" to "thinks he's an asshole."
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Lumpy thinks he's just kind of an idiot. he believes Kyle is well meaning, but is fumbling through life blindfolded with his hands behind his back, in need of a little guidance.
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Toothy thinks Kyle just isn't the brightest and needs some guidance as well, but also thinks he can be unfair and a little rude.
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cuddles thinks he's paranoid and pushes it on other people. in his mind, kyle is actively stopping people from doing things that could be dangerous, with no real proof that they are.
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giggles thinks he's sometimes purposefully obtuse. what shes SEEING has to be on purpose. shes smart enough to recognize that he's acting with deliberateness. but hasn't quite picked up on the rhyme or reason.
for the most part they are all, of course, entirely wrong.
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cillyscribbles · 2 months
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and i'm right too
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banesberry-anomoly · 8 days
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I think if Dealer used our body chub as a stressball that would fix us like genuinely, I think itd feel nice
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ithinkimauggie · 7 months
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Oooh Ed is so hot and babygirl this season~ ooooh Ed is finally confronting his deep-seated self-hatred and self-esteem issues after facing the tragic consequences of his own self-destruction~
Can't hear you, I'm too busy manifesting Stede and Izzy growing into very loving friends and maybe kissing idk
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talentforlying · 1 month
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thinking about john's multitude of short-lived, often quickly-abandoned apartments for some reason, so a couple details:
although you might expect to find a very wizard-y interior to any place he's currently living at — you know, grimoires, skulls, dust, clutter, etc. — his flats actually tend to be fairly spartan in terms of decor; they've even been accused of looking modern, here and there. he just moves too frequently to really settle in & accrue Things, and has so often had to simply up & leave everything he currently owned behind (with very little chance of getting any of it back) that he no longer attaches much meaning to household objects.
besides the consistent presence of at least one bookshelf with at least 12 books on it, and a sad sprig of garden sage that miraculously hasn't died yet, the one exception to his lack of personal touch is his extensive collection of records + tapes, all of which he has repeatedly & methodically tracked down and bought / bid / traded / stolen / threatened for / blackmailed for / simply taken back whenever an enterprising landlord or new tenant left him the opportunity to do so. his record player itself has never needed to be taken back, since it has always mysteriously vanished from whatever flat he's leaving and mysteriously appeared wherever he's staying; it's convenient like that. his 10th anniversary walkman, however, frequently goes missing, only to turn up again later in a place he KNOWS he checked when he's least expecting it.
lack of home decor isn't to say he doesn't own much, mind: the bulk of his personal possessions — assorted occult paraphernalia, blackmail documentation, miscellaneous crap from his mucous membrane days, and anything he is able to take with him from past flats — are usually stored off-site, in a secure location that can't easily be tied back to him. this guy's been accused of being a satanic killer on multiple occasions, he knows better than to keep all the real shit out where anyone can just swan in and see it.
currently, this storage location (which i lovingly call occult shit central) is an abandoned inner london storefront + adjoining flat that was formerly his old friend ray monde's shop and home, called brick-a-brac antiques. it's decidedly cozier than the last place, (in that there are chairs, plural,) and has fewer bear traps laid out in anticipation of unlucky thieves; in fact, if a person were to visit without already knowing where constantine actually lives, it'd be easy to mistake it as his expectedly-wizardy flat. it's not an ideal location for an occult shit central, too close to the heart of the city and too close to people to avoid drumming up suspicion should constantine attempt any sort of ritual inside, but until chas finally quits ducking the paperwork and signs over his storage lot (which he may or may not be dragging his feet on out of pure resentment for having to do it at all) ray's place is the best option there is.
constantine's previous (and future) storage location was a lock-up in streatham that chas had been letting him use (see: all but surrendered to him entirely) since he got out of ravenscar, but after constantine's sister died, john decided he was done with magic and, in a spontaneous fit of rage, burnt the place down with everything but a few necessities still inside. he regretted this later, when he inevitably returned to the occult scene after just over a year away, and spent a lot of time calling in favors / hypnotizing arson inspectors to try and put together an inventory of everything he'd lost.
in the nearly 20 years since the fire, he's managed to replace or find substitutes for about 2/3 of what he had (occult-wise), and gather enough fresh dirt / do enough favors / orchestrate enough compromising situations to accumulate a little over 1/4 of the political / interpersonal power he once maintained. ( the lack of success in the latter being, in part, because people now in power aren't as familiar with his name & reputation as they once were; in part because people just don't believe in magic as much as they used to, or were otherwise bought by hell / heaven / other parties a LONG time ago; and in part because he's come to absolutely fucking despise most politicians / people in power more than he is willing to work with them, or more than he is able to plausibly believe they won't try to drop him at the first opportunity. )
you would be hard-pressed to find a landlady/landlord that speaks kindly of this man. if he wasn't kicked out for suspicious smells / disturbing noises / sudden infestations / suspected satanic activity, then it's likely that he abruptly up and disappeared in the middle of the night, with no warning and no rent. (on a few occasions, this vanishing act also coincided conspicuously with a gruesome death on the premises, sometimes of the landlady/landlord themselves, although no one's ever been able to prove anything.) frankly it's . . . magic, that people still rent to him.
due to these aforementioned bad ends, he's incredibly lucky if he gets enough time or leeway to take any sort of furniture with him from one place to the next. however, there is one incredibly comfy, wing-backed, sapphire-blue armchair that's miraculously managed to survive every move in the last ten or so years without being reported stolen — even though it has survived every move because it has, in fact, been stolen in the dead of night nearly every single time, by john and at least one of his buddies.
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theonemajesty · 4 months
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episode 773:
catviper and dogstorm: (recall stories of shanks, buggy, roger, and whitebeard)
usopp:
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