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my-hyperfixations · 2 months
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Me after seeing Dazai and Chuuya find Fyodor’s dummy:
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justgleekout · 2 months
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Sunday morning sleeping in <3
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freshbeeth · 1 month
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case in fucking point
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batfam-nalu-onepiece · 9 months
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Luffy: Hey everyone! I want you to meet my new friend. His name is Tra-guy! Say hi!
Law: Hello. I’m not his friend. We are just working together. I’m only here for a little, then I’m leaving
Sanji: Hey welcome to the crew
Law: Crew? No like I said, I will only be here for a little while. A week or two tops
Sanji: Yeah sure. Luffy liked you. So you’re a part of our crew whether you like it or not. Hell, I refused him outright like three times but he made me join
Law: He..made you? Are you like his prisoner?
Sanji: No no, we’re cool now. He just doesn’t give up until he gets you on his crew. It’s not just me too.
Law: Not just you……*looks to the rest of the Strawhats* How many of you didn’t want to join his cree at first?
Zoro, Nami, Chopper, Franky raise their hand
Nami: Really only Robin and Brooke were the ones who wanted to be here. Ussop was in the middle. Luffy said “we’re friends so get on” and he came happily but everyone else..
Law: That’s…so he built his crew by just seeing people he likes and making them part of his crew? No wonder you are all so……odd
Nami: Odd? You should feel lucky! We stopped him from inviting a guy stuck in a treasure box, A tree-Zombie and a unicorn-zombie that were drinking sake, A pair of Legs and a centaur.
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aspennntree · 2 months
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i cooked.
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ilostyou · 1 year
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let me make something very clear: it’s weird and strange and invasive to speculate about anyone’s sexuality unless it’s your own. hope this helps
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flowercrowngods · 3 months
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i’ve decided to send an ask for each story you posted in the wip game kdnehdhs who did this to you? lives rent free in my brain 💛💛 (@a-little-unsteddie)
thank you so much 🥰🤍 still slowly working my way through the asks, so have a few more words to make up for the wait 🫶
who did this to you (pt.4) // tales of blue part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | read on ao3 🌷 preceding snippet no 1. | no. 2
Finally, finally, the familiar sound of Wayne‘s old truck rounding the corner into the trailer park interrupts the tense silence that seems to have fallen over all of Forest Hills tonight, and Eddie has half a mind to run out there, run toward them and get the whole story. Just to be sure that everything is fine. Just to be sure that Steve’s still… That he’s still there.
He stays right where he is, though, staring at Buckley‘s wild hair, feeling her shadow walk over him as Wayne pulls up to their driveway and stops. She is right in the centre of the headlights, but still she doesn’t move. Eddie wants to scream at her. Wants to nudge her and shove her out of the way — imagines it, imagines all the alternate universes in which he finds her wide eyes scared and unseeing as Wayne‘s voice sounds behind them, telling them that Steve didn’t make it.
Except in this one, Wayne said they’re coming home. In this one, shit like that doesn’t happen to eighteen year-old boys and their friends.
Aside from that girl. Barbara Holland.
Eddie swallows, his eyes flitting between bright lights to the silhouette of Buckley right in their centre. Like a doe, he thinks. Terrified of what she’ll find.
Don’t you wanna know? Eddie wants to ask her. Don’t you wanna see? What are you afraid of? What did you see? Who is he, Robin, and who are you? Why the fuck won’t you move?
In the end, it is the sound of a car door slamming shut that snaps Buckley out of her stupor, and she all but flies off the steps towards the truck. Towards where Eddie can vaguely make out the shape of a badly bruised face, the play of light and darkness not enough to conceal the deep purple splotches or the sluggishness of his movements as he raises his head. Turning toward Buckley like a flower to the sun.
She presses her hand to the window for a second, just looking at him — and Eddie is glad he can’t see either of their faces. He has a feeling that what he’d see there would haunt him forever.
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m1d-45 · 1 year
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reverse isekai but it’s me at 6:45 pm in a car
-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma archon quest, depictions of modern organized religion(none are specified, none are in great detail, but talks of restrictions within those are mentioned. it’s only one paragraph but still), this is unedited and with zero (0) plot to it :))
-> lowercase intended
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky
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your world is loud.
from the moment the favored could see it, this was clear. it was loud, filling with screaming machinery that left trails of dust and buildings so tall it made their neck hurt to view.
it was bright, with lights that shone through the darkest of nights, reflecting off glass and the speeding machines and reflecting reflecting reflecting back into eyes to sting. your sun is so harsh, so unpleasant and overbearing, hot instead of warm and burning instead of soothing.
it’s cluttered, wires suspending from towers and running along your roads. glittering signs point out things they can’t read, the sacred script only giving them a headache. at night, they can find no comfort in the stars, something that sends them into a panic the first time they see it. it’s not clouds, it’s not anything worldly blocking their view, it’s that they’re gone, the ones they can see washed out and faded. they wonder how anybody can live like this, and if you blessed them with a night sky of such beauty because yours was so…
they can recognize some of it, the plants and trees and flowers, wild or not, call to them in recognition, but so much is frighteningly new. the style of the clothing, the kinds of jewelry on the people you pass. try as they might, they can’t locate a single vision anywhere, not even on you. they wonder if people hide them, like during the vision hunt decree, but even at home you don’t reach for it, you start fires with odd devices and plants grow slowly, the air and stone unmoving to your desires. you spill drinks. you freeze water using more strange machinery.
it’s so strange, because they can feel your world brim with elemental energy. their vision beams, shining so brightly with all of the potential suspended in your world. no matter how poor their elemental sight, your world glows, the air itself carrying a blue tinge. they try, in a world without visions, to use theirs, and their power springs in an instant to their fingertips. it dances across their hands, enveloping when they barely intended for a small spark, a small flame jumping across the dry grass of unspent energy in your world. they extinguish it quickly, tightening their hand into a fist to stamp it out before they damage something, and something like awe shines in their eyes. there’s so much, their vision so eagerly lapping it up, and you.. don’t use it?
you have machines for everything, devices to harness the wind and waves, boats to travel across water at impossible speeds, strange flying machines that you can hear from the ground, mere specks in the sky, and yet… you have yet to capture them in their most essential forms. you speak of elements, sometimes, but you use different names and there seems to be many, many more. you say that the air holds ‘nitrogen’, that you seal things with foil of ‘aluminum’, and you even say that water itself is composed of ‘hydrogen’ and ‘oxygen’, something that they struggle to understand. how can water be made of something else? how can hydro users bend more than one thing to their will? how can anemo wielders command such a broad spectrum of things? you speak of other elements in the earth, and though some are familiar, such as iron and gold, others’ names hold no meaning. you say potassium is in fruit, that there’s multicolored rocks called bismuth and poisonous liquids named mercury. you say that there’s 118 elements, when all they’ve known is 7.
it takes them a while to come to terms with that one, and even then they settle on it being inherently outside of their understanding. after all, they are in a world crafted by a god.
speaking of..
there are multiple religions in your world?
and it’s not as if they’re different ways or interpretations of the same god, no, it’s entirely different ones. not in the ways of teyvat, where everybody’s aware of all seven and follows the one of their nation, not even that much. they’re wildly different, with different policies and ways of worship, some with multiple gods and others with just one. some are strict, ways of lifestyle chosen and laid out, whilst others are lax. and even within the same religion, it varies from one place of worship to another? somehow? some religions specify clothing, disallowing certain parts of the body to be exposed- which they can understand to an extent. it’s when they learn of religions that police love, ones that write in harsh lines where and when and who somebody can love, that they need to take a step away.
so many parts of your world are confusing. so bright, flashy, new, rumbling in the walls and barreling down the roads with nothing but a scream to warn. lights are everywhere, every sign and post and building vying for your attention. this they could understand, as who wouldn’t wish to be the object of your interest, but the most dizzying fact that they learn during their stay is that you are no different than anybody else. everybody is subject to these sights, everybody is pulled in by a particular shade or cut of cloth, everybody is startled by the bright lights and loud announcements. everybody. you’re lost in the ocean of people so different and yet endlessly identical, nobody’s eyes lingering on you or calling your name specifically. when you step into a crowd, nobody notices you, save for the select, precious few to whom you are known. you have to carve out a place in your world, go out of your way to make sure your name, your face, your interests are kept in somebody’s mind, and even then people dare to forget.
that’s the worst of all. overwhelming lights, sounds, smells: nothing. it makes sense that they’d be out of their depth in a world built for the divine. but to know that you’re not receiving any of the recognition you deserve, to know that nobody thinks highly of your work in teyvat, to know that you were kind enough descend and build yourself a new life amongst the world, and to share your creation across said world, only for nobody to appreciate it. nobody thinks twice. people dare to complain over something you’ve hand-crafted, over something that, even after completion, you revisited with a traveller, doing your best to save one sibling and fix the problems that had cropped up in your wake. you’ve done so much, you’ve cared after it so lovingly, and you boosted the power of some of those you granted a vision to. as somebody who had experienced this love first hand, the favored could not find the words to express their anger at the situation. your world was wrong, it was cruel, and though they found beauty in the most hidden of places, it didn’t change the fact that it didn’t love you.
it only strengthened their desire to take you back to teyvat, where you would be truly loved.
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welcometoyourfate · 3 months
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hey so when you die do you die or do you die 🙁
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i’m stuck in a lucifer / radioapple rabbit hole that i hope i never crawl out of
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boasamishipper · 1 year
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i can tolerate a lot of things from writers and showrunners but outright condescension and disdain for their fans is not one of them
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sarcastic-clapping · 1 year
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the most underrated wwdits character is that one energy vampire plug that drains people by talking about weed and sneakers too much. i think about him at least 1-2 times a week. wish i could shake his hand.
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fan-dweeb · 5 months
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*in the middle of conversation*
Keigo: Wait, please stop talking
Touya: excUSe me??
Keigo: Just- just shut up for a minute
Touya: *scoffs*
Keigo: No- I just- please, shut the fuck up for like, 30 seconds
Touya: What are you- Oh
Touya *mouths*: Bad day?
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skyloftian-nutcase · 5 months
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If the seasonal depression could stop making me just ✨exist✨ outside of work, that would be great. 👍🏻
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urlocaltransace · 4 months
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hello sbrt nation I have awoken from hibernation and im back with new designs
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I have a vanessa design
ANOTHER greg redesign (this is the last one i swear im just indecisive)
ANNNNND SPRING BONNIE!!!!!!!
chapter 6 is in the works and we will be getting screen time of these 3 together
ALSOSOO I uh I changed gregory’s last name because I ended up just not liking the other one lmao
i MIGHT color this in later??? I don’t know????
(ch. 6 snippets + announcement below)
here have some snippets of chapter 6 to prove im working!!!!! I’ve just been really tired!!!!!!!!!
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ALSO FELLAS
1 (a small announcement): I’m planning to rewrite chapter 1 soon which means I’LL HAVE MORE TO WRITE ABOUT + I CAN SHOW OFF MAXIE AND MAYBE THE OTHER EMPLOYEES!!
2 (a bigger announcement)| I’ve been thinking of having my asks open for an sbrt qna kinda thingy!! sooo you guys can ask me ANYTHING revolving this au!!!! whether it’s about the characters or the story or the lore or whatever!!! I’m all happy and up for asks!!!!!
anyways that’s all I wanted to ramble about bye bye ily/p!! :333333
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deityofhearts · 4 months
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I hate when you’re talking about how cute something (like an animal) is and people decide “they person needs to know how disgusting and ugly I think that thing is” like y’all don’t gotta do that you can just keep that to yourselves
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poppyseed799 · 6 months
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btw I don’t know if this is a thing anyone is thinking about but I’m not gonna stop drawing Jimmy as a canary. It’s a lovely bird. It’s still something that’s been really important to his series. There’s no reason to drop the canary headcanon just cuz Lizzie fell into the void.
#warning: don’t open up these tags I went on a very heated and rather unrelated rant cuz I’ve been mad#trafficblr#life series#secret life spoilers#secret life smp#jimmy solidarity#also I’m sick of seeing ppl celebrate Jimmy surviving because they hate the canary curse fans like SHUT UP!!! LET US HAVE FUN GOD!!!#LIKE LITERALLY EVEN IF NOBODY CAME UP WITH THE CANARY METAPHOR WE WOULD STILL BE TALKING ABOUT HOW HES ALWAYS DYING OK WE DIDNT MAKE UP THAT#HE DIES FIRST HE JUST DOES. GOD. so what if some people make shakespeare sounding posts about the curse that I don’t understand. we are JUST#having fun and making connections where we don’t need to BECAUSE ITS FUN. NOT CUZ WE DONT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE. sorry for the past few#days I’ve been genuinely mad at this fandom’s growing hatred towards its own community.#LIKE IM FINE IF ITS NOT YOUR THING BUT GOD. WE ARENT EVEN DOING ANYTHING 😭😭😭 THE LORE LITERALLY WRITES ITSELF OR IS WRITTEN BY MARTYN LOL#I’ve just been getting SO TILTED man. like ohhh yeah okay ur right i said too much guess I won’t say anything anymore#does anyone else genuinely not know wtf ppl are talking about when they say a certain hc takes over everything about the character#cuz I literally see so much varied Jimmy content yet I’ve seen several ppl complain that ppl ignore aspects of his character in favor of#WHATEVER when I literally don’t see that happening to him. step out of ur circle or something I don’t even HAVE a circle man
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