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stringwarmy · 2 years
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BETTER CHECK ON YOUR NEIGHBOR SOON!
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citrlet · 10 months
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rosalie "ro" reilly | a.k.a sarachne
new york's not-always-friendly neighborhood spider
chronically fatigued, coffee addict, purple purple purple, prone to nosebleeds, has read more greek myths than you, has never had a phone that lasted more than a month, not a dog person, Does Not take orders, has an intense sweet tooth, second language is memes, steals from the criminals she catches
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romans-art · 2 years
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WIP sketch for the latest chapter of ‘so flies the reckless’
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can-of-pringles · 7 months
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When you're ace and trying to look on AO3 but October just started
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butlers-bitch · 2 years
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rare austin butler pics <<33
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kakejiszkas · 1 year
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you’re my morning sun
the rookie | lucy chen/tim bradford | 4.5k
She’d only been a block away when the call came through, and she almost put her foot through the bottom of the patrol car with how hard she stepped on the gas, flipping her lights on and checking her mirrors on autopilot along the way.
“Lucy, wait,” Aaron starts when she jumps out of the shop, nearly forgetting to put it in park before jogging towards the dumpster where he just found the body. He blocks her path and grips her shoulders. “You shouldn’t–”
(in which there is a mixup. later on, lucy’s phone dies at the worst possible time.)
(or- spec fic for 5x18!)
read here on ao3!
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jpivot · 3 months
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continuing the tradition, heres my art summary for 2023! (though i must admit, i cheated on december's by working on it a little more during this january)
as always, heres a link to last year's. and hey, while im at it, heres a link to all of the previous years. wow! thats 12 years worth of art
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galaxywhump · 4 months
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Sending you every kind of love I've got <3 You should know that Eric and I talk about you in person. By name. About how much we enjoy knowing you as a person and about your work. I wish I had some way to show you; in my memory of those conversations, the overarching core of it is the softness and fondness I hear in his voice when he talks about you. It's there every time.
Wick this is illegal I'm going to cry, you're both so sweet oh my gosh 😭
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If you are sick and feel terrible remember that your f/o would drop anything they were doing to help you. Imagine them seeing a text from you and immediately rushing to pharmacy for medicine.
They would cook you come tasty food (or burn down your kitchen while trying but shh they had good intentions). They won't allow you to move from your bed, you need to rest well! But they don't want you to die from boredom either, so imagine them playing your favourite movie or series on Netflix or reading a book to you. If you fall asleep, no problem, they will stop and fix your blanket, trying their best to stay quiet not to wake you up. They wish you a quick recovery ♡
Prosh*ppers DNI
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atypi-cals · 8 months
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:3 :3 :3 :3 hiiii
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emry-stars-art · 9 months
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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎ :3
-@jtl-fics
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Aaasshhhhhhhhhh nooo I’ll blush 💕
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autisticlee · 1 month
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sometimes being autistic really separates me from other people. there's an invisible wall that separates me from people, society, the world. all those things can reach through the wall and slap me around, but it's one way. I can't reach them. and they never pat me on the head. nothing nice comes through. and I can't get out. I try to share good things. nothing gets through the wall. they see it as I purposely don't come out of the room i'm locked in. they think I act like i'm too good for them. they are offended and reach in to slap me. i'm desperately screaming and trying to reach out to them. trying to be part of things. but I can't. I can't connect with them. I can't be part of society. this wall isn't my doing, but they are making sure it stays up and making sure they only send negative signals through. know I can't stay behind this wall or I literally can't live. but also can't get out. i'm stuck and blamed for it. told i'm not trying and it's on purpose. i've been kicking and screaming at the wall my whole life and didn't make a dent. the lonliness and disconnection that can be felt when autistic is something nonautistic people will never feel or understand.
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balladetto · 5 months
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cont. from here / @tenebriism
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     This is the rhythm they fall into. Link lives his life, grows weary of living that life, shows up in the only other little slice of homespun peace he knows in Hyrule, and Malon takes him in with open, beckoning palms. Every time. Like clockwork — if the clock was stuck ticking on the same incessant second, over and over and over.
     He often wonders when it'll be too much for her. Wonders, in the dead of another sleepless night under a blanket that isn't his, when she'll get sick of him. It's a cruel thing to think in the face of the heart she just as actively — painfully — presents to him, but even more difficult to deny. Malon's face puckers with an overflowing worry, and Link traces all the contours with a gut-simmering fear that this may be the last straw.
     Like every other time this thought has haunted him, it isn't.
     The touch stiffens him for a moment, an instinctive urge to jerk away welling beneath his skin, before it reduces him to a sagging sigh. Of course. Kindness seems an endless sea in her — at once relieving and overwhelming in its depth. He tries for a smile past the ache it sets in his chest.
     "I can't say no to pie." His hands glide from sign to sign with a lightness that perhaps denotes his appreciation better than his lips. They slow on the next sentences though, firm and purposeful. "But you should sleep. I don't want you tired."
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beskad · 4 months
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ok yeah i think the holiday blues are affecting me way more than i thought. I love Christmas, it was always my favorite holiday growing up. But it's so interwoven with extensive, constant, prolonged, ongoing trauma that it's. Idk. Tainted. I love Christmas and I'm so excited for it leading up to it, and then a few days before I just get so depressed. Last year, I spent all Christmas day in bed (like 11 hours) crying and falling asleep and then crying more. I miss my mom. She is horrible and she only ever hurts me. But I wish I was with her anyway.
it also probably doesn't help that I had 2 drinks in close succession last night and my current mental health meds REALLY do not play well with alcohol. I'm usually so careful, and I thought 2 would be fine, and sometimes it is, I guess I just drank them too close together. And fuck now I'm crying at my desk at work thank fuck for this high-walled, enclosed cubicle fuck
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maehemthemisfit · 8 months
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mae my favourite person on this whole planet who should have definitely burnt the house down by now !! aaah sometimes i don’t even know where to start? you’ve done a lot for me recently even if you didn’t intend to. i was going through such a rough patch and i was losing all my strength and wasn’t sure if i wanted to keep going. you was one of the very few people who actually checked in on me and showed concern. you listened to me and then proceeded to let me fangirl about the auroras and even after that conversation i cried happy tears because it felt so good to have someone listen to me the way you did - so thank you, especially for checking on me. i think if you hadn’t things would be very different right now.
and also my favourite detective from the dango anon evidence board !! you are so unbelievably funny and smart, i’m also head over heels for your writing, whenever i see it on my dash i just want to eat and consume it <3 you made me feel seen regarding a previous situation when i thought that i would look like a bitch when i confided in you about it and if it wasn’t for you and aly i think i’d still be in that situation today and making myself miserable.
i hope you had a fantastic birthday, little sis but your house does terrify me - 💙
STORMIKFRDMME OFFICALLY CRYING RN JMDNMRUJ YALL I- THIS- EURUFRJDEKM I just wanna hug alll of you and never let go
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ojamayellow · 6 months
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theres no way what the hell 😭😭 i am silencing your neighbors telepathically
Usually the culprits are the house behind me, (who seemed to calm down their music now) but this time it had to be the house closest to my bedroom who ALSO have irresponsible teenagers, who have played loud music during the day from their garage.
And look, I know I'm white and so are they, but white kids blasting out songs with the N word and singing along when it's not their word to say.....Well. 😶 (Note: they are not doing that rn. It's an example of past behaviour). I've heard the Dad say the word too??
One saving grace is that I've seen their house is for sale. Massive con is that selling is taking too long. Need a peaceful family or person or couple WHATEVER to move in.
But thanks anon, I wanna sleep...
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