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dumbpilots · 3 months
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bradley's been looking forward to this dinner reservation forever. it took four months to get his name on the list and it was only because he knew a guy who knew a guy. so when natasha calls him 30 minutes before their reservation to say she can't come (impeccable timing, really), bradley's not only disappointed, he's pissed.
"nat there's a $200 hold on my credit card that they're going to charge if i cancel this late!"
"i'm sorry bro. there's no way i can get there in time. anyone else you can take? or put on your big boy pants and eat dinner by yourself."
"they'll still charge me $100 for one person cancelling, nat. you better venmo me for this." he hangs up on her.
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and that's how bradley finds himself loitering outside the restaurant, scoping out unsuspecting passerbys, looking for his mark.
he asks a total of four people (#1 "dude, no?", #2 completely ignored, #3 "sorry, not interested", #4 "ew, creep") before he starts to get hopeless. the reservation has already started and he only has a 10 minute window before he's out $200. just as he's about to call it a loss and head inside to the restaurant, he locks eyes with him. well, here's goes nothing.
"excuse me! i'm so sorry to bother you, but i have quite an insane ask."
"oh yeah? shoot." his eyes are sparkling. don't ruin this, bradshaw.
"well, i made reservations with a friend to this restaurant here." he points behind him. "but she just cancelled on me. they're going to charge me $100 if i go in alone, or $200 in about... seven minutes if i don't go in at all."
"ahh... sounds like quite the predicament." bradley can feel his eyes on him.
"soo.. what do you say? fifteen, twenty minutes tops of your time and a drink on me?"
"you got yourself a date. i'm jake." he quirks a smile and extends his hand.
"bradley." he has a good feeling about this.
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one drink turns into three, the food tastes like paper for all he knows. he's too busy concentrating on the new language that is jake seresin.
(bradley's pockets are much lighter when they leave, but they burn with the weight of jake's phone number)
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noughticalcrossings · 2 months
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Watercolours, Study, Climbing Exercises
John Irving - Bedlington Terrier
John Bridgens - Irish Wolfhound
Harry Peglar - Roe Deer
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cemetaryvampire · 2 months
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IS THAT UNPLEASANT GRADIENT?!?!?! NO WAY?!?!??
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MAN I LOVE UNPLEASANT GRADIANT 🤑🤑🤑
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yea-baiyi · 7 months
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about hua cheng re: that conversation w xie lian about his “true appearance”, and why hua cheng freaks out when xie lian’s asks to see his real appearance — like san lang is basically his normie appearance. whereas he usually prefers to be full makeup platform heels acrylic nails. but when xie lian asks the question, he wonders if xie lian would consider his “true form” as his ugly self. (after all, that’s what most people mean when they ask for someone’s true form — they mean their original human appearance). but the way xie lian phrased it makes it clear that it’s about being open and comfortable with each other, not about some demand for truth. which reassures hua cheng not only that xie lian will like him no matter his true appearance, but that he would accept hua cheng’s chosen appearance as his “true self” because it’s how he truly sees and portrays himself, rather than his original appearance. xie lian’s words assure him that it’s not the Honesty or the Original appearance that matters, just that he’s aware that san lang is a facade for his benefit and he’d rather see hua cheng the way he prefers to appear.
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saym0-0 · 3 months
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georgie has gotten a delivery of cat food to her door every month since college with nothing but a note that says 'child support'
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rainystressed247 · 6 months
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Rawrrr surrender all your candies
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maiaczy · 4 months
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anasui for the requests? 🩷
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Here you go, the barbie of the jojoverse himself
Also there's this thing that I drew once as a result of an inside joke between me and my friend so. i guess yall can have that too
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good-beanswrites · 3 months
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hi! may i request some mikoto + amane (platonic obvs) … anything? they are very dear to me 😭
Yes!!! Thank you so much for the request -- they really are such a good pair ;-; (The thing is, I had so many nice scenes in mind about how they parallel each other, but they wouldn't know or reveal that about each other so I kept restarting...) Anyway, here's something right after Mikoto's first trial/verdict!
Mikoto could pick up on someone’s bad mood from a mile away, though the skill was unnecessary when the other party very clearly and calmly informed him, “I’m in a bad mood.”
After refusing his offer, Amane turned back to a thick textbook she’d been taking notes on. Didn’t kids usually complain that school was already a prison? She must have wanted the full experience. He'd worked nonstop at his studies as well, but this was a new level. Amane often reminded him of his little sister, though she always took the extra step like this. His sister would have jumped at this opportunity to play a few rounds of their favorite card game.
“It’ll be fun!”
He flashed a smile, but it had no effect on her severe expression. “I know you’re just trying to comfort me about our verdicts. I refuse to be pitied.”
“Comfort and pity are two very different things. But anyway, it wasn’t either of those things.” He gave an easy shrug “To be honest, I’m just a little bored. It’s weird not having any work to do during the day.” 
Mikoto couldn’t remember the last time in his life he’d had so many hours to himself. A lot of the others were fun to play games with. A few of the sportier prisoners helped him stay active. He enjoyed smoking breaks with the other men. Still, he was left to his own devices for the majority of his time. It was maddening. He’d recently requested some more art supplies, having used up the last batch, but they had yet to come in. Now with the verdict announcement, he wasn’t sure they’d ever arrive.
“That is your own problem. I already have something to do.” Her eyes lingered on the cards for the briefest of moments before returning to the book. “I told you, I’m not in the mood for it.”
Regardless of her hostility, he took a seat beside her. He leaned his arms out on the table. “We don’t have to play the same game.” The last time they'd played as a big group, several prisoners pulling the tables together to fit everyone. Amane had kept very quiet, eyes darting around at the cards as she tried to keep up with the rules. Not many of the others noticed the frustration clear in her face. Mikoto wasn’t the type to let her win out of pity, though he had begun to mutter the rules and strategies to himself a bit more as the night went on… 
“Is there a game you liked to play at home?”
 “No. There was no time for games in the house.” 
“All work and no play… hah… I know what that’s like.” He slumped his cheek onto his arm, lazily shuffling the cards around. He felt bad for bothering the girl if she truly was upset. He thought it was the bad experience that made her reject him, he hadn’t realized there were also family issues attached. Usually he could read people well; maybe he was losing his touch. He seemed to be losing touch with a lot of things, these days.
He readied a game of solitaire. 
“Mikoto?” Amane kept her face turned away. “There was… one game.”
“Yeah?” Mikoto shuffled the cards back together. He slid them over to her. “You should teach me!” 
She didn’t touch them. “You probably already know it.”
“Nah, I only know a few games. I’m better with tarot cards, though those aren’t really the gaming type. Come on, what is it?”
She told him the name of the game, insisting it wouldn’t be worth playing. She kept her attention on the textbook, but her eyes weren’t reading any of it. 
“Ahh, I’ve heard of that one! We start with four cards, right?” He started dealing them out.
“No, five –” she pointed to the deck, urging him to add two more. 
“Right, right.” He laughed lightly. “And the goal is to get pairs, and put them in a pile, uhh, here.”
Amane shook her head. She shifted her body slightly towards him. “You must be thinking of a different game. There’s actually three piles for pairs. One here, one here, and when it’s your opponent’s turn…” 
Her eyes gleamed as she explained the rules. She pointed to various cards, telling him exact moves and point values. “And to win, you need to –” Her expression shifted. “You… you already knew all this.”
“Of course not!” He put on his most convincing smile. 
She deflated. “You’re not a very good liar.”
“Tch, tell that to the warden.”
His shoulders sagged along with her. If Amane could see right through him, why was the rest of Milgram still coming up with stories about what he did and didn’t do? “Well, I might already know the rules, but it’s been a long time since I’ve played. You can still give me a hand. Plus, if you really are in such a bad mood, it’ll be good to take a break from your studies. You should always take a break when things get too overwhelming, yeah?”
She gave him a withering stare.
“Eh? What’s that face for?”
“Alright, let’s play. You can go first.”
“I mean it, what was that look? Aw, come on…”
#milgram#mikoto kayano#amane momose#see - the thing is they both had crimes about 'protecting themself' but both would deny it was for that reason#they both seem to have some family trauma but would never admit it#theyre both used to putting on their best behavior and being 'good' for others but hardly realize that themselves#they are both in denial all the time !!!!!#so i tried to show them getting along for their own perceived reasons -- mikoto thinks he likes her because she reminds him of his sister#and amane thinks she likes him because hes being kind about their verdicts#and while both are right theyre Also drawn to each other because they are very similar at their core#and both have skills with reading people/picking up on cues making it tough to lie to one another#that forced honesty makes for a solid friendship haha!#i also remember a comment from yamanaka that amane would be the worst at card games because shed have trouble with the rules#she seems old enough to handle complex games but she probably never got to play a lot at home ;---; and mikoto probably learns a lot of#types of games (and tarot) so can connect with even more people#i thought long and hard on whether mikoto would let someone else win but he doesnt seem the type (plus amane would notice)#once again i know amane starts speaking in the plural but this comes a bit before that#yaay thank you so much for the request! this was really fun to do - i hope you enjoy!#ive thought a lot about amane and john but less on her and mikoto lol so this was nice :D#drabbles
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jokeringcutio · 4 months
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By the way, I accept 'imagine if...' prompts for slashers on the topics in the tags
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iero · 11 months
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May or may not have filled out a request form to get a Stranger Things tattoo by a well-known artist in Pittsburgh when I go to Pittsburgh in like three weeks this morning... 
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loadinghellsing · 1 year
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Hellsing Facts: Alucard would run out of bullets before Anderson runs out bayonets
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kurokoros · 2 months
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I'm just incredibly pissed off right now because no one is getting me my cat's medication and I'm about ready to commit homicide if this prescription doesn't ship today.
I reordered it ahead of time like usual and my vet back in Wisconsin denied my order because they wanted me to come in for a wellness check. Then I had to wait two weeks to get into the vet nearby where I'm living in Chicago. Got the prescription set up, but they use covetrus as their provider so my order is just sitting in the "filling" stage and probably won't be shipped out within the next few days and I'm just extremely done. I'm sick of listening to my cat growling in pain on and off for hours because his stomach hurts. I'm sick of watching him lose weight because his stomach hurts. I'm sick of being kept awake all fucking night listening to my cat cry and being anxious because I can't do anything about it.
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twistedapple · 7 months
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In regard to my previous post and one of the many changes brought by Patch 3 (I stand by the opinion that BOTH brown and black hair on Raphael), I'd like to point these out as well:
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Now we only need to be able to adopt Myshka and maybe Grub to have a full, lovely pet family 🥹
Otoh, we've been tragically robbed of His Majesty. He now has hair, because Larian preferred keeping Steelclaw hairless. But His Majesty was the most gloriously haughty ballsack kitty and I wouldn't be surprised if someone rolls in with a mod to reverse that tragic choice.
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alister312 · 11 months
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Hi!!! It's the Clip anon again!! Nice to see that you like that little rarepair at least a bit^^
For they common ground, I actually think they could find it a bit in a sport!!! Since Clyde's a jock and Pip is really good at dogdeball
I see Clyde just really admiring Pip's skill in it maybe and Pip going out of his way to throw balls only at people that Clyde doesn't like to make him like him more
Also Pip's just kinda a sporty guy in general (reminder that he is very skillfull both in dogdeball and in archery) and Clyde is just suprised how actually talented and skilled Pip is
OK……. OK YES I AM SEEING IT….. Clyde’s genuine enthusiasm is something Pip would probably really appreciate too!! just a couple of golden retrievers, the two of them. endless hype and support.
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sketch of the sporty lads…….
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youngpettyqueen · 9 months
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when a character is rude to Data for absolutely no reason and completely shows their ass in android prejudice only for Data to literally go "ok." it makes me laugh. incredibly hard
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eorzeashan · 1 year
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"you are being extra goth today admin" well you see I got emotional thinking about how Eight would stumble back to Jadus after KOTFE/ET with all his adventures and experiences in hand and tell him everything and how it made him realize he loves others but loving them hurts him in a way he can barely comprehend, and that this loneliness is a poison enough to kill...
what do you think of this pain of mine, o lord? is it not unlike anything you've ever tasted? he'd ask across their bond, with a smile so radiant that its light surely would belong to some distant star-- nothing so flesh and blood.
then he'd bury himself in his embrace and whisper how he can no longer stand to be apart from him. even the walls of their physical bodies entwined this close are another separation he can't bear. the darkest parts of the universe are the only place he can live now, with the hearts of men having rejected him thrice over.
so please, he'd murmur, when it all becomes too much-- when your body fails you-- when there comes a time where I can't follow-- take me. take me whole. I promise I'll give you this world and all that my eyes have seen of it.
Jadus understands immediately. It is the one request his Hand has made that he cannot fulfill, if he does not find a way to preserve this fleeting spark of light that has made its way into the dark sanctuary of his being. He will take him, and he will be taken by him-- and he will lose him.
It is a fresh pain he has not felt in nigh over a decade. Not since the early days of his youth, those memories that have never resurfaced from the murky abyss of his tempered mind. He thanks him for this gift. None other could compare, to serve him so faithfully to the ends of his universe and further still. To place at the altar of adoration his own suffering and love, every experienced agony a tribute to the one he places above all.
For that, Jadus must betray him. His Hand, beloved by the dark, will be consumed by the void he lays with so willingly. This future will not come to pass. So is his will. So will he return his bride to that world of suffering he longs to escape.
When the last vestige of his agony has sputtered and died, he will return.
Call the object of my hatred. I have a mission you must carry out.
A single beacon rings.
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