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hutaoscoffinn · 1 year
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All I want for Christmasssss
Is youuuuuuuu
-❄️
Youree gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
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owlfacenightkit · 9 months
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hello tumblr user owlfacenightkit this is the universe here and we are telling you to read guardians of ga'hoole. owls! found family! minimal focus on romance! really interesting (if occasionally questionable) worldbuilding! owls! did i mention owls! there are blacksmith owls. if that isnt the coolest damn thing we dont know what is.
signed:
The Universe
Hello universe
I shall see if my library has it
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your-art-is-gay · 2 months
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Yeah, yeah, Marinette being a fan of Gabriel because she wants to be a fashion designer is great and all. But I think it would be much more meaningful if Adrien and Marinette bonded over Mari being a fan of his mom.
So here's a little mini-comic about it! ^-^
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vexwerewolf · 7 months
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I like to think that if Darth Vader hadn't hired Boba Fett he would still have found Han anyway. Like he just stops by Bespin to refuel his Star Destroyer, looks out the window at one of the landing pads and is like "no fucking way."
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puppyeared · 5 months
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people who do STEM or administration as a career full time and continue to do art as a hobby, I am scared of you but like in a hot way. youre like if we were allowed to have cold drinks in winter. i look at you and think of miles morales with his two cakes. do you want to make out sometime
#i say all of this positively bc i just! i cant help admiring it!! even if its mundane or not a big deal to you i seriously cant wrap my head#around it.. this is in no way at all meant to be condescending or anything. whenever i look at someones bio and theyre like oh im working#as a lab assistant biologist pharmacist realtor etc im like woag.... thats insane.. and then i peep your art tag and it knocks my socks of#how?? what lives do you lead??? im so curious. i seriously want a peek inside your brains someday. or at least shadow you at work lol#i cant help but feel sad when someone says smth like well i have to support myself and art cant do that for me. or maybe you were#pushed into pursuing a 'safe' career bc i hear it a lot. all of my relatives have the same story working as nurses and OFWs for the family#i think for me its not about missed potential but rather its being sad about making a decision to put your happiness aside to get by#ive tried so hard to do it but it didnt work out. i guess watching you guys do it is fascinating to me#or maybe youve made peace with your decision or actually like what you pursued but im still amazed!! it makes me wonder what made#you pick one over the other in that case.. is it like putting time for two different things the way you would for a schedule?? hmmm#im doing graphic design so i dont really interact with ppl in other faculties even humanities like sociology or childcare... so i cant help#wondering what it must be like as someone whos pursuing visual communication both as an interest and career#i seriously wish i could do smth like a desk job or even admin and maybe ill try that if this doesnt work. or i could look into trades#but dyscalculia already makes it hard to do things like cash and mental math so i get overwhelmed if i think about this too hard#yapping
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moeblob · 1 year
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There's been a change of wooing plans with Koi I think...
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markantonys · 6 months
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timbourinedrakejr · 2 months
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Mr Bonzo, beloved children's mascot turned sentiant killer suit
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moonilit · 2 years
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When the two people who are helping you cover up team up to teas you about your vigilance
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bleeding-letters · 2 years
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Inspired by @autocrats-in-love’s prompt here!
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“Can you stop- stop hanging on me!” The hero stood frozen, trying— and failing— to not panic. They didn’t dare move a muscle as the villain’s embrace became tighter around their ramrod-straight posture.
“Let me go,” their voice came out small, panic and fear muddled together.
“Look, I know you’re… wary, of affection. And touch in general… but its not all bad. I haven’t hurt you yet, have I?”
Yes. Well, no. Not yet.
But it was a dangerous game, that thing called touch. It brought hurt and pain, and if that touch was nice it meant someone wanted something and they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt them if they didn’t get it and-
Their panic screeched to a halt when a hand found the base of their head and began to play with their hair. They hated how the touch made them both flinch and shiver. Hero couldn’t think straight, their mind seemed split in two. Villain’s touch felt so nice. But in an instant it could be so dangerous.
So Hero waited for the questions. For the hands to stop being kind and pull their head back to expose their throat. They waited for Villain’s demands. Because touch was a trick. This thing, this comfort… it was only to lower their guard. Villain still wanted something from them. Information? Locations? What could they possibly want?
“Hey.” Hero flinched yet again as a hand slid back and forth over their back. They didn’t even notice how their breath quickened, or how their jaw began to tremble. No, Hero only noticed the hand.
“Please,” they begged. Their wide, panicked eyes met Villain’s cool, slightly concerned gaze. “I- I’ll tell you anything, anything you want just… just let go of me. Please.” So the criminal did. And without a second’s hesitation, Hero jumped out of Villain’s grasp.
One thing was for sure, Hero wouldn’t like their question. But it was the only thing Villain was thinking about at this moment. Who hurt their hero, so badly that they were afraid of a simple hug?
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frogtossing · 10 months
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:3?
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somewherefornow · 7 months
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GREEN LANTERN 2021 ANNUAL + MENTIONS OF SIMON
#very interesting to me how it’s always Simon AND everybody else/the others#Simon is always set apart#for Jessica she’s scared for the rest of the world and for Simon#Hal questions how Jessica is going to tell the other lanterns AND how she’s going to tell Simon#because Simon’s not just ‘everyone else’ to Jessica#there’s the world in danger and there’s Simon in danger and somehow for Jessica#those have become separate things (with somehow equal importance)#if not more honestly since Jessica’s first thought is for SIMON#SIMON in danger. before she reflects on the rest of the world being in similar peril#Hal’s first thought is how is Jessica going to explain this to *simon*#like he recognizes that’s the person who comes first in the people Jessica will want/need to tell#and like could I write a whole thing abt Simon understanding bc Simon & Jess keep continuing somehow on parallel paths#and the significance that they BOTH become yellow lanterns in different timelines#like yeah but this is too long already#simon baz#jessica cruz#hal jordan#also one last note abt how Simon just pops into Jessica’s mind#‘wait till Simon hears abt this’#makes you wonder if she wasn’t thinking the same thing the whole time she was alone on that station#makes you wonder if—without the ring for company—she just started talking to Simon instead#‘wait till Simon hears abt this’ ‘you’ll never believe this Simon’ ‘did you see what I just did Simon’#hmmm#meta#simonjess#simon x jessica#green lantern annual#*panelsandpages
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soupmanspeaks · 30 days
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Now I'm just thinking what glamrock Freddy's reaction to the underground scooper would be, maybe he would see it, and stumble back. Maybe he'd quickly check his stomach hatch. He doesn't know why he did it. Maybe he'd glance over at the scooping room window in a quick pang of horror. Maybe he didn't know what he was looking for in the glass. But maybe the feeling occurs to him that he's been in this kind of situation before. Surprisingly, Freddy has a thought that the outcome of this weird dejavu is the same as it always was.
He is full of many, many, wires.
This time, he thinks, they aren't going anywhere.
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the-flame-is-gone · 11 days
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Honestly, putting together info from Story Time is so funny when you think over everything. What do you mean Ms. Leading’s death was supposed to look like an accident but her body was found IN THE CHURCH??? WHAT WAS THE PIMP AND THE PRIEST THINKING???
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head---ache · 9 months
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I feel like i do have to say, btw, that I'm not actually taking requests at the moment. I say this because I've been getting a few more requests these past few days, and some people are sending them more than once after I ignored their first ask, which is really not pleasant. I'm not mad at anyone!!!! I kind of understand the confusion since I did take a rather big batch of requests the other day and I've been answering some asks with drawings, but those are isolated instances and do not give you permission to harass me trying to get me to draw whatever you want.
If you want a drawing from me then you'll just have to wait until I specifically ask for requests, and if even then I don't take your request, well that's too bad, but I don't owe you any art, sooooo yea
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stp-au-wthnig · 5 months
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Well, This Happens Next, I Guess
Chapter 2: A Car Full Of Noise
Note: This was supposed to be fully silly but I kind of wrote an intro and ended up making it actually pretty heartfelt at times. It's still very slice-of-life though. Plus I wrote this with a headache so it might be a bit scuffed.
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Hero was sitting by the window in his apartment while the Narrator was watching TV. The two had mutually decided it would be for the good of everyone in the apartment complex if they ended up as roommates.
The Narrator had spent much of His time reading or watching TV since arriving here. Hero suspected He was a bit bitter about the whole 'Wing leaving with Princess' thing...
Hero checked the fridge. There was barely anything left in there. Figures as much, the Narrator hadn't gotten any work done yet so they haven't earned any money.
The other apartments were better off because they had more stable careers going for them, at least. The Narrator decided to live up to His name and become a writer, but due to His current state of mind, He hasn't gotten any writing done yet. And now they've run out of food.
"Um... there's no food left. Don't you think you should, uh... do something about that?"
The Narrator didn't respond. Hero was about to head right over to Him when he heard knocking on the apartment door.
Hero opened the door. It was Stubborn, along with Hunted behind him.
"Hey. Uh... what do you want?" Hero asked.
"Hunted ate all the food in our fridge. Again. So we're going to WcDonald's. Figured we may as well invite everyone." Stubborn explained.
Hero didn't hesitate to accept. Things were pretty bad right now, so he was desperate. He offered for the Narrator to come along, but He refused.
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Cold ended up as the driver. The rest of the Voices were seated in the conveniently spacious car.
"Are we there yet?" Contrarian would ask every now and then. There was no doubt he was deliberately doing it to try and annoy Cold.
"Is there any tape in this car? I think a certain someone's mouth could use some right now." Cheated grumbled.
"Ugh... thank god I'm sitting in here on an empty stomach..." Hero groaned as he started to feel queasy. He keeps forgetting he's prone to motion sickness.
"Being on an empty stomach is a bad thing. We need food to survive and thrive." Hunted notably looked uneasy about the whole situation.
"That reminds me. What are we going to do about him anyway? Aren't you not allowed to enter a restaurant without shoes?" Skeptic pointed out.
"Knowing him, he'll probably order a bunch to put in the freezer, so we actually just planned on going to the drive-thru and then heading over to the park to eat." Stubborn explained.
"How is he so small if he eats so much?" Opportunist asked, causing Hunted to lower his head in embarrassment.
"I'm not much bigger..." Broken whined as usual.
The conversation in the car continued until they reached the WcDonald's drive-thru. Now came the really chaotic part: ordering the food.
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Everyone squeezed their heads against the windows to read the menu. Well, almost everyone. Smitten remained seated where he was.
"I don't really care much for fast food, but the milkshakes they do here are good, so order me one of those. Preferably chocolate."
Another easy order was Cheated, who just wanted a simple cheeseburger meal with cola.
Just as Stubborn predicted, Hunted ordered a LOT of food, as he wanted to store some of it in the freezer for later.
Opportunist decided to order something light. He wanted to be liked so he needed to watch his weight.
Paranoid also ordered something light because he didn't trust what the food could potentially do to his body.
Everyone else had comparatively simple orders, but Contrarian could not make up his mind and Skeptic took an infuriatingly long time to order anything.
"You, make up your mind. And you, just order something already!" Cheated snapped at Contrarian and Skeptic.
"I'm just trying to see which meal would be best for the situation. It's hard to determine when I've only been eating for a short time." Skeptic snapped back.
"Honestly, I just wanted to see how long it'd take for you guys to notice I've been unbuckling your seat belts as I ordered." Contrarian chuckled.
"You little shit..." Cheated grumbled, which ended up escalating into a loud and chaotic argument between all the voices, before they finally settled on their orders.
They ordered their food and pulled up to the window. After a while, they were given their food, and they all froze when they realised who was at the drive-thru window.
"You guys are assholes, you know that?" Princess snarked at them before bringing their orders in one by one.
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After that awkward moment, Cold drove to the park and parked the car outside. They made it to a bench and put their food on the table.
Broken looked at his meal with sadness. They'd gotten his order wrong. Cheated's order was also wrong, but he was more angry about it.
After they ate their meals, Contrarian stood up.
"Last one to the lake has to throw the trash out!"
Naturally, Hunted won the race. The others forgot how fast he was. Broken made it there last but Skeptic and Hero offered to help with the trash.
After doing so, Hero eyed the convenience store. He wished he could buy some more food there. Skeptic sighed and dragged him in there with him.
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"So He's been struggling to get writing done, huh?" Skeptic said after Hero explained.
"Yeah... all He's really felt up to doing is watching TV lately. It's... been worse ever since Wing and Princess arrived."
"Why do you even put up with Him? Especially after all He put us and them through..." Skeptic questioned.
"Well... He doesn't really have anyone." Hero explained. "And if anyone was to stay with Him, it should be someone who's been there alongside Him since the beginning. It just... feels like the right thing to do."
The previously bored-looking cashier looks at the two with intrigue, as if she feels something familiar in them, before being called out to let someone else take over for her.
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"Thanks for helping me out." Hero said as they left the store and rejoined the others.
"Don't mention it. But you should really start taking care of yourself more." Skeptic warned him.
Cold directed them back to the car and they headed off.
As the rest of the car descended into chaos once again, Hero just stared out the window, reflecting on his conversation with Skeptic.
"Hero? It's unlike you to not get involved in their arguments." Cold pointed out from the driver's seat. "You're not getting carsick again, are you? I'd rather you open the window if you're going to..."
Hero snapped out of it and started speaking again. "No, no. I'm fine. I'm fine."
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He made it back to his apartment and put the groceries in the fridge.
"Good news. We have food, thanks to Skeptic and..."
He then saw the Narrator asleep at His desk, having finally gotten some writing done.
Hero looked at the scene in front of him... and then he smiled. He put a blanket over Narrator's shoulders and closed the door.
This was the right thing to do. He just knew it. Eventually the others would understand.
Hero turned on the TV and watched mindlessly until he fell asleep.
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