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redbelles · 1 year
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SUPERNATURAL 1.02 Wendigo
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on the one hand dean’s Cosmic Purpose seems to be ‘becoming mindless weapon for someone else’. the Ultimate Killer, with all of the competence and none of the agency. this is reinforced when he’s john’s ‘blunt little instrument’, a ‘mindless obedient attack dog’; and when he becomes a student of alastair, another tool used in the tortures that sustain hell; in his role as the Michael Sword, nothing more than an occupied vessel in the apocalypse; when he becomes an extension of the mark and the blade and he gets pointed in whatever direction people need him to go; when god writes two different versions of a story in which he pulls the trigger on someone he loves.
on the other hand dean’s other Cosmic Purpose and designated role in the universe seems to be to Care about other people, to care about humanity, to give a damn because god certainly isn’t bothering to do it. it’s the role of the eternal caretaker, whose job is to provide love and emotional support to others on the smaller scale, and to keep the world from falling into disrepair on the larger scale. to save and to give love, and it’s to cry; the part of the person left behind to mourn and grieve in the wake of loss and devastation. to live their life in grief. your misery is the whole point
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so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi prime defenders#jrwi prime defenders spoilers#jrwi pd spoilers#jrwi pd#william wisp#vyncent sol#THIS ONE IS FUUUUCKIN OOOOOLLDD RAAAHHHHH i made it like. a year ago. but didnt finish it for so so long bc i just wasnt happy w it.#BUT LIKE A CENTURY EGG the decades of being encased in salt n lime n ash have done WELL to bring out the flavores of this piece#i sorta recently cleaned it up and posted it onto twitty. didnt tag it bc it was SO OLD AND SCUFFED(i see so many MISTAKES NOW)#that i didnt want to expose it to the open air just like that#if i show smth to my small circles then it shall only be understood in those small circles.#open air and open interpretation from minds i cannot predict are NOT something i enjoy the thought of. usually. i am brave tho#BUT EVERYONE ON TWITTY WAS SO NICEEE i was like damn... i guess it IS good enough to be enjoyed by the masses...#lets work on being nicer to our art together. THAT BEING SAID. i really love my colors here HELL YEAHHHH#FIRST TIME IN A WHILE COLORIN THESE BOYS.... i dont use proper color enough..I ALSO RLY LIKE MY BACKGROUNDS HERE#i LOVE when the bg is hyperrealistic (i frankestiened stock photos) and when the subjects are all flat colored n cartoony#recently rewatched Making Fiends and they do that similar thing!! soft shading! lotsa details! almost painted? ill paint one day#ive already rambled so much abt the art im runnin out of ROOm to ramble about WWWIILLIAM GODDAMN WWIIIISP. its been a minute since i saw-#-this episode..but i DO remember the funny smoke trick that will did to his funny brother. EVERYTIME U GIVE AN ORDER. THAT BRINGS HARM-#-INDIRECTLY OR NOT. YOU WILL HEAR THOSE SCREAMS. YOU WILL FEEL THAT PAIN. OHHH WHAT A COOL PUNISHMENT THAT IS#its still an olive branch in a sense! a final chance for big bro bell to show that hes NOT an irrideemable piece o shit. and if not#well. to the wolves of psychosis with him!!! i really think william did the best he could here. if i was in his shoes i have no doubt i-#-woulda done the same. IM ALSO GLAD THAT VYN DECIDED TO STICK AROUND N SUPPORT HIM! thas character development baybe!!#i loooove prime defenders.. its been so long since i watched any eps of it but i KNOW it still has such a grip on my heart..GOTTA rewatch i
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aturnoftheearth · 3 months
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convincing myself that unfollowing a mutual i literally never talked to and don’t share any interests with anymore and whose posts are bothering me is okay actually and there’s not some unspoken commitment except when there is and one of my mutuals unfollows me and i’m heartbroken-
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dailyserirei · 1 year
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Ooh what if Serirei just talking with their past selves, it could be chaotic with past Reigen being extremely energetic, but just imagine kid Seri too being so anxious and his future self helping him out. Now past Seri has a friend weee
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OUGH!!!!! ageswap au is great actually that i went a little too far made a comic something like this
Serizawa to his 14 years old self (quite long):
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Reigen to his 14 years old self:
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lunarharp · 9 months
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hi
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trickstarbrave · 1 year
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a king enjoying a relaxing bath
i dont have anything else i just wanted to draw my sweet nerevar taking a bath fsr. pls enjoy proof i can in fact do backgrounds if i am forced to (to varying degrees of success)
bonus:
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logicpng · 10 months
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I think I can with certainty say I'm past the halfway point with this. there's not that much random dialogue left to make up
I can only hope the switch works as intended on other computers, since a different timing left them mid-transition. it seems like it doesn't interrupt the bubbles switch but it's only if the menu switch/shell reset comes at a specific point before it 🤔
sakurascript is really weird with calling functions, but I Think if you call it as a variable ( %(function) ) it doesn't interrupt the script?? maybe??
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Two gifs showing off Vega complaining about the messiness of Windows' system32 folder, providing the user with a link to open it and see for themselves, and the right click context menu changing its color scheme alongside Vega switching to Rigel.
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kineticallyanywhere · 10 months
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the amount to which I am furious on Normal's behalf is perhaps too much but also this that this kid is going through with no emotional catharsis or support from the people around him is awful. perhaps there's my "odd one out of the friend group" experience bleeding in here but like. hhhhrrrrrraaaaaaggggggggggggggggGGGGGGGGGGG if he doesn't keep throwing hands or start throwing words at everyone (except probably Scary right now) next ep I might start doing it for him
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taiturner · 1 year
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How the fսck did I not wake up?
YELLOWJACKETS ◆ 2x02 “Edible Complex”
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“...It’s like uh gender isn’t something you can pick and choose uh far as Gods are concernced.” “Well, that’s something the Gods can take and stuff up their sacred recta. I know what I am.”
Wanda Mann in The Sandman: A Game of You (1993)
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Inexorable
Written for @deangenchallenge June 2022. Theme: ☀️ sunshine ☀️ Wordcount: 900+ 
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It’s a long, confusing period of chaos and pain - no, no no no pain, he gave up the pain there wouldn’t be any more pain - and then he wakes up opens his eyes and he’s breathing. He recognizes it in less than two seconds: that it’s real in a way nothing, not even the worst of hell ever was, and that it’s something he can still remember from a long, long, time ago. It's a very quiet realization: he’s breathing and alive. His breaths come quick and heaving, huge gulps now that he’s getting back used to the feeling of it. 
It’s still dark. 
He fumbles around and finds a lighter - holds it, with his hands - in his pocket - the pocket of his clothes, the ones he’s wearing - and flicks it on. The light makes it even realer, being able to see his very own hands. They look like his. 
He’s in a box. He feels around- feels it, feels the wood of it- realizes this must be his coffin. “Help!”, he calls out a few times and nearly doesn’t recognize his own voice, he sounds so hoarse. Could be from fear or because his oxygen is already running low or because he’s spent the last forty years screaming and that somehow carried over to his real actual vocal cords. 
It’s not that he’s beginning to panic: it’s that he’s been panicking since he opened his real eyes. He knows this is real, knows somehow that this isn’t a trick Hell is pulling on him - and why would it, why would it, it had him - but he’s still stuck here, a living corpse in a box in the earth everyone should have forgotten and stopped caring about decades ago. He slaps his palm against the coffin ceiling; then balls a fist and hits it. Dirt from his own grave rains down on his face. 
He starts pounding the material relentlessly, putting as much force behind his fist as he is capable of in the small space. He breaks through it, slips his lighter back into his pocket and now re-engulfed in darkness widens the hole in the wood. 
The earth above him comes spilling down on him, filling his coffin, and he beats it before it can bury him once more and climbs forward, up out of the box. He forces the earth out of the way, fear and adrenaline fueling him, and it’s like swimming through rock, like he’s hanging suspended in deep space. He keeps his mouth closed as to not swallow the dirt, can’t breathe and reminds himself that he hadn’t taken a breath in forty years, he can do it for a little while longer, as long as it takes him to climb six feet. It’s darker than demon black behind his closed eyelids, a dark that is more than the absence of light, and the ground is pressing at every part of him, pulling at him, but he pushes back against it, fights to make progress, refuses to let himself be obstructed now, this close back to life. To life. 
His hand punches through the earth and he can feel the air on his skin, the sun - it’s daytime- and then he thrusts up his other hand. He grabs onto the ground, claws at it with his nails, and drags himself up, up, up. The gap becomes big enough for light to go through and then his head- and then he’s topside, inhaling desperately, gratefully. He braces his arms and hauls the rest of him out, crawls out of his grave like he's dug himself all the way out of hell. Then he turns so he’s laying in the grass and he breathes it in, truly, deeply breathes in the first real breaths of air he’s had in over a lifetime. 
He can’t dwell on it- everything that happened in the Pit- more than that just yet. He’s holding it off for now, he’ll have to let it hit him later on. 
He lies in the grass that had grown over his grave and breathes, for a few moments: lets himself take these few seconds of rest. The sun is burning high and hot in the sky, and it’s the single most welcome feeling he can imagine in the world. After so long where there was nothing to keep him warm but for the fires of Hell and the knife and the whispered, hissed praises- 
The sensation of the sun shining down on him could make him start to cry. It is both alien and familiar, a reliving of a memory of long ago. The sun beats, inexorable, his heart alongside it. His eyes are tightly shut against its light, but it reassures him its there through the afterimage of yellow on the back of his eyelids. Reassures him if he opens them, he’ll open them to light. He focuses his senses on the genuine warmth of the sunshine on his skin, on his dirt-covered, sweaty face, seeping through the clothes he’s wearing, streaking through his hair, its enveloping embrace like nature herself is welcoming him back to life. 
It won’t be long before the sun becomes too hot to be bearable and he’ll tie his shirt around his waist as he goes in search of civilization; it will be even less long til he stands up and gets presented with the ominous view of a ring of flattened trees with his grave marker at the center. But right now Dean has just done what he never thought was possible, has just come back, has just returned from the dead, has just gotten out; and he’s feeling the sunlight. 
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nyhti · 5 months
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Them <333
The Brave and the Bold #184
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pepprs · 6 months
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mutuals.
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ladychandraofthemoone · 7 months
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That one Twitter Meme from Mhyuo but with Stankyle/OrangeChai: What do you meant this isn’t what happened? Kyle was totally Stanley’s very first crush & bi awakening even though he was unaware but he shook enough to drop his cigarette Kyle’s driver gave him-btw.
Flagless/Non Blurry Ver & Longer Explanation Below:
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Wdym that you were only a year old after gaining your first crush after being immediately sent overseas and staying in the workshops in Europe for a month and then you met this cool engine while working on the front who’s a couple of months older than you yet already had crow’s feet’s and eyebags but the biggest smile and he had more experience who then takes you underneath his wing and taught you everything he knew and he didn’t get mad at you even you made mistakes that you couldn’t help yourself that you end up being labeled as a jinx and derailed every single day unlike the others including him who was considered to be “lucky” but he gives you advice, defends you and keeps you company and you didn’t even know what exactly love is until it was explained to you but you still had a vague perception on it until you come to this realization when you constantly think of him and his smile and his attempts to cheer you up and makes you laugh you love hearing him laugh and just around him ..
Yeah that couldn’t be me.
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harmonictechnicality · 7 months
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just popping on to say hey hi hello, and that i miss all of you lovely sunflowers v much
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