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zeravmeta · 1 year

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biggest indicator of the hoes not being alright is that all isekai nowadays has gone from “ultimate power level super cool beam explosion harem fantasy” to shit like “in this new world i eat lots of delicious food and help people with minor problems and i feel incredibly fulfilled with a happy and peaceful life where the cold grip of capitalism cant touch me :)”

#girl help the escapism is getting serious #i checked out that new camping cooking isekai and holy shit.#biggest escapism fantasy is giant dog and easy supermarket prices and camping and cooking. with friends

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amberluvsbugs · 2 months

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do you play any instruments? because from your art style, i feel like you'd play piano. or a string instrument. probably violin (i play a LOT of instruments... like a LOT, but my main instrument is the upright bass :3)

You scare me-

#Ask ALB #AM I THAT EASY TO READ #I HAD TO TAKE A DOUBLE TAKE CAUSE HOLY SHIT #KJSDLKDSKLJD #My persona

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boylikeanangel · 11 months

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also y'all REALLY need to get off everyone's back who's sharing The Image tbh like it's not like this was an illegal leak posted by a fan AMAZON THEMSELVES GAVE US THIS. how the heck were fans supposed to know neilman didn't want that particular bit spoiled. they gave it to us in official promotional material for their service all fans are doing is reacting to it its literally not our fault. like ok don't share the image if you dont want to but it's not like theres any legal ramifications here we need to be wary of. its just an unfortunate misunderstanding between neil and amazon we are literally not culpable at all here. anyways happy ****** **** day to all who celebrate <3

#ive never felt this insane in my life can yall just enjoy being alive for like 2 seconds just ride the wave take a fucking breath #this is such a repeat of when s1 got leaked on the emmy site and everyone turned into a rabid animal Defending Neil's Honour #like. can we just take it easy. its a tv show #that being said. holy shit. most disorienting mindblowing W of my life #good omens #gos2 leaks #discourse //#negative //

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reegis · 3 months

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Your UDAD art looks even better in person 😁

Will you do any posters for the other albums? bc i WILL buy them

OH I NEVER REALLY GET THE CHANCE TO SEE ANY OF MY ART IRL AAAAAAAAAAA(???!!!!!!!!!!!???!!)

IM SO HAPPY IT LOOKS OK 😭😭😭

im working (slowly but surely) on the layout for a TBI one rn, and hopefully have plans to do the HNOC & OUTIS in the future!!!!!

#the idea for UDAD came to me like out of thin air so it was very easy #and im almost 90% sure on the layout i have in mind for TBI #the others dont come to mind as easily so theyr still works in progress 😔#ALSO TYSM FOR BUYING A POSTER FROM ME??? HOLY SHIT????#CANNOT OVERSTATE HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME AAAAU #ILY THANK YOUUU #asks

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transgenderenkidu · 3 months

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alinua and kendal from @comicaurora showed up while i was doing some photo studies of swing dancing so i decided to finish this one up :] unfortunately tumblr made a mess of the quality lmao

sketches under the cut UPDATE i actually finished another of the sketches instead of doing my compsci hw - both it and the sketches are under the cut

#comicaurora #comic aurora #kendal comicaurora #alinua comicaurora #holy shit it's art #art #dw my compsci hw is easy and due sunday

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cosmogenous · 3 months

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woops, you're pathologizing a normal human behaviour again

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sakiyaki-sashimi · 2 months

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MCYT trying to be good people for 5 fucking minutes challenge: impossible

#mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #qsmp #wilbur soot #lovejoy #just why man #it’s so easy to just be a good person holy shit

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jamiesfootball · 1 year

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The more I roll it around like a piece of candy, the more I think that the reason for the coaches putting ‘Jamie’ down as ‘Jamie’ was…. as simple as letting Jamie be Jamie.

They’ve had their eyes opened lately about a lot of things lately- one of which was Ted’s belated realization about Zava, and his small acknowledgment that Jamie made the right call about that guy. When he originally brought them his concerns, their dismissal of him was partly rooted in the image they had of Old Jamie.

Which again is one of those things where we, the audience, saw much more of his changing than they did. Not only do we know that he’s not Old Jamie, we also understand that Old Jamie wasn’t really Old Jamie - it’s only ever been Rough Draft Jamie, who has a lot of work left but who’s come so far, and we’re starting to see how fucking bright his future could be.

And now that’s really in front of the coaches’ faces as well. They’re starting to see how much growth there’s been, with the fall out from Zava, and they all know he’s been doing extra training with Roy.

I think they started writing down names, got to Jamie’s, and then just…. Didn’t want him to feel like he was being Zava’d again.

He’s a good kid - for fucks sake even Beard can’t help but be sentimental about him now (talented player; beautiful dumb dumb) - and in their hearts, well? Of course he’s their striker. And no, they’re not worried he’s gonna be a Precious Moments figurine anymore - not in a fragile way at least. Just in a precious and special sort of way.

So what do they do? They give him a signal, this time a note, and tell Jamie to just be Jamie. That’s it’s okay if Jamie is just Jamie. Because this may be a new strategy they’re testing out, but that fact will always be true. They just want Jamie to be Jamie. There’s no problem with that anymore. It’s a perfectly good thing to be. And they’re here to support that now.

“That’s not a mistake. We just figured you’d wanna keep doing what you do best for us. Playing striker and scoring goals, right?”

It’s an olive branch. They thought about what Jamie might want, and they’re willing to offer it to him. No questions asked. Well, one question asked:

“Right?”

Because this is Ted we’re talking about. And just like the quote about leaving room for God, Ted is always going to leave room for people to grow. He is a Coach after all. So he leaves that door cracked open for Jamie. He may not be sure what Jamie’s going to do with it, but he’s gonna leave it open all the same. He believes in Jamie Tartt.

And Jamie takes that in stride, with a sweet befuddled smile at this sudden show of acceptance, and a weird tension in his eyes because he’s beginning to wonder ‘but what if I could be more?’

And by the end, when they’re all crowded around a whiteboard, listening to this kid crack the code on the whole shebang - the strategy, the team dynamics, where every player’s strength is gonna come together and help them win - that’s the real pay off. That’s Beard finally looking at Jamie with the full force of his analytical intellect and having approval in his eyes. That’s Roy, neither surprised nor knowing, giving him the nod like ‘you’re onto something here, keep going’, completely willing to listen.

And Ted. Ted. Ted’s face kills me here. Because he is so quietly, deeply stunned that he looks like he’s wearing his entire soul on his face.

This why you leave the door cracked open. You may not know what’s going to come through if you do - and what shows itself may be beyond your wildest dreams.

You’ve outdone yourself, Coach Lasso.

Jamie Tartt is going to be your trophy one day, mark my words. And he’s already the Son Shaped Trophy of your Coach Shaped Heart.

#i have such fucking FEELINGS about the coaching staff’s feelings for Jamie fucking Tartt #because holy shit what they have now did not come easy for any of them #it’s a miracle it’s come this far #and it gives me hope that Ted may decided to stay at Richmond - not for romance but for his team #the team that ted built #jamie tartt #ted lasso #roy kent #coach beard #ted lasso spoilers #yes I will natter on about coaches and sons and dads and shapes #boxes even #and the freeing yourself from boxes #not as long as some of my other posts

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dustbar · 29 days

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Can I get aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-YAAAAAAAAAAA

IM SO SORRY IM BUSY RELEARNING GRADIENTS BUT UMM AAAA YAAAAAAA

#SOBBING RN #DID YOU KNOW HOW EASY COLOURING IS ??#I CAN JUST. SELECT PARTS #AND THEY DONT HAVE TO BE. LIKE. CLOSE SHAPES #WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THAT !!#sid answers #sid rambles #HOLY SHIT MAN #not bar sanses

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qoldwater · 5 days

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As a former boyfriend to a toxic bitch like this, I cannot stress enough how much I don't listen to Taylor Swift, but this? Oh id frame this in my house and look at it everytime I need a reminder that yeah, bitches like this are really out there.

Take me for example, my dad died and then a best friend IN REAL LIFE committed suicide, and I wasn't giving her enough attention BECAUSE GRIEF OVER THE DEATH OF TWO PEOPLE I VERY MUCH LOVED HOLY SHIT so this was almost what was sent to me verbatim before being dumped with a, and I shit you not, 'godspeed 💅🏻'. So yeah I very much believe in the brainrot miss swift causes because the fact I got dumped with a line that wasn't even out, from her favorite artist, fucking MONTHS AND MONTHS before this drops? Yeah fuck you.

YES!!! IT IS INSENSITIVE!!!!

I lost better when I lost my father, and gods I hope you see this because I don't have the ability to say it to your wicked and beyond fucking cruel face.

#swifties if you could do me this solid and spread this around so my ex sees this I will love you forever #taylor swift #swiftie #im being so serious that this happened to me #the lyrics came up randomly on my dash through a my chem blog and I lost my SHIT #had to know immediately if it was her lyric and it wAS #i was so floored i did a jig because holy shit was that so easy to look and be like oh yeah this was definitely taylor swift #bitches really act like that #and believe theyre not at all in the wrong #fucking gods forbid men grieve #tay tay #anti taylor swift #anti swift #im using all the tags I can think of dbsjdhd #which is not a lot #anti swifties #cw taylor swift #tw taylor swift #Im using ALL tags because fans and antis alike I think you all need to see this because this is the shit shes producing in people #WHAT ARE YOU RUNNING FROM #ME?#I HOPE THIS FINDS YOU #ttpd #taylor swift ttpd #the tortured poets department

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whollyjoly · 5 days

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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

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