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golyadkin · 1 year
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Dropped all the big drawings I was doing to draw this moment from Don't Let the Good Life Pass You By by @impossiblyizzy
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nullbutler · 27 days
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something something identity something something culture
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usermarquez · 1 year
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I crawled on broken glass to get here, you better believe I‘m living it up. I will swallow stars if I have to. May my dreams come true and may my enemies eat shit. Times are tough but I‘m a fucking nightmare, I‘ve got my boot on the throat of hell right now. Watch me beat my demons into submission. Surviving is ugly work and here I am, so hideously alive.
[insp.] [insp.]
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lloydfrontera · 1 year
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screaming crying and throwing up about lloyd being literally javier's weakness i am not even exaggerating for the bit it is absolutely canon and acknowledged in-universe that the best way to get to javier is through lloyd because if you attack lloyd javier will put himself in harm's way to protect him i hate them so much 😭
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ashtonisvibing · 9 months
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generation loss fans 🤝 hollow knight fans
matpat completely butchering the lore just to make a quick theory
add on: DID YOU GUYS KNOW YOU COULD ADD POLLS WHILE EDITING???
anyways for the next week you guys should let me know which side of the matpat chopping block you're on, i'm mega curious. i'm personally on both sides, kill me! :)
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drawsdenfiles · 3 months
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Shoutout to @today-is-not-over for requesting some Lash!
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khaotunq · 1 year
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The Eclipse + Social Media: Kan edition
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late-night-vocaloid · 21 days
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wait wait put your favorite vocal synth songs that you don't necessarily know if people would know in the tags (any level of popularity dw too much about it), the kind you can't stop replaying. what would you tell people to go listen to right now.
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revenantghost · 1 year
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メリル・ストライフ
君は何に触れ、 こころ震わせ、 何を伝えるのか?
[Meryl Stryfe
What touches you, What shakes your heart, What are you going to tell me?]
Promo illustration from Studio Orange for Trigun Stampede
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echthr0s · 3 months
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man... (cw: hater moment)
the other day I tried to start this book and the first page was a content warnings list which, yeah alright, fine. (I will say, despite the fact that I am ideologically in support of content warnings, seeing them in a published work does automatically ping my "oh I'm gonna hate something about this work" geiger counter.) but then the next couple of pages was... a book playlist. as in, every chapter got 1-3 songs and it was all shit I was entirely unfamiliar with or familiar enough with to get a Vibe, ykwim
but I pushed past the alarm bells in my head and tried to read the book itself. because it was a romance about two serial killers! I mean, come on, of course I'm going to give it a chance! I barely made it through the first chapter before hittin the "delete from library" button.
idk what to call this particular narrative voice except the "this used to be a fanfic and it reads like one" voice, and I call it that because of Fifty Shades of Grey, because if you are in any way familiar with how that book reads then you know exactly what I mean. this book had that. and the male serial killer had "golden retriever vibes", which, okay, trope subversion, I guess? but... ew?
this is a shame, because the content warnings were pretty damn good (as befitting a book about murderers, yknow). I did consider skipping ahead to find to the sex scenes but instead I chose to wisely assume that there are hornyposts on my dashboard that are way hotter than whatever that book could have given me
anyway all this to say, anyone got any good bad-people romance recs
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kelpiemomma · 4 months
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"if people can pronounce x and y they can pronounce x"
People can't even pronounce my name and it's one (1) letter off the regular spelling
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just-bendy · 1 year
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hey bends, what's your relationship with the butcher gang like? friends? enemies? frenemies? ((also, question for the artist; do you think you'll ever add the butcher gang to the ask list? no pressure ofc!!))
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Enemies. I can't think of a single time we ever got along. They'd just pick on me all the time in my cartoon because I was a weak little imp so we're definitely not friends.
Now they're all mindless monstrosities so, karma's a b!&$# I guess!
(( uhhhh maybe if i ever decide to have a few fixed?? or something since theyre basically all messed up rn! i dont really know what their personalities are like besides bullies so it might take a while before i find a spot for them in here ))
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jacobglaser · 7 months
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Hi hello please help solve a Supernatural mystery that has broken me and @drunknoah
The Official Supernatural calendar has a quote this month that says "Getting killed is something, all right". The actual quote in 9x03 by Sam is "Yeah I mean, I would think that getting killed is something" No 'all right' to be found. Googling the calender quote only brings up 5 results that are all Etsy etc stores with the same shirt/mug with that exact quote. I can't find any old script or promo or anything that has that quote. Did the calender get their quotes from an Etsy shop? It has BROKEN my BRAIN.
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chromaji · 7 months
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well i'm glad you've given me the authentic school teacher experience 10 seconds in.
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nooneherebutusghosts · 7 months
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I did a thing 🙌 It's finished.
Amiss belongs to @hurryupmerlin ♡
Blaster carbine slung over his shoulder and helmet under his right arm, Mal had stopped his march to his room after his patrol of the encampment to hover over an unattended pot. He was quick to pull away once his curiousity was piqued, revulsion twisting the scarring on his face. Whatever substance that bubbled away inside didn't look at all appealing. There was a ration or two left over he could perhaps eat instead...
"It's not for dinner tonight if that's what you're thinking." Mal startled, turning about to face his mirror image (well, as close to mirror image as a clone could get bar some very highly noticeable differences between the two of them). He was far too used to the loud, rambunctiousness of his brother-in-arms back with the GAR. Amiss was, to put it lightly, an anomaly when it came to clones. Kept himself small and quiet, in how he presented himself and how he spoke. Definitely didn't help take the edge off that he felt being here. Thank the Prime he had the restraint not to go for his blaster.
Clearing his throat, he stepped aside from the spot with it's ominous contents and stood at ease. His eyes never straying from the young man. "Then what is...?"
"Medicine."
Brows furrowed at the answer. The concoction looked more like poison than anything beneficial. Amiss seemed to catch on to the doubt that emanated from the trooper and was quick to clarify as he turned to a counter top to set down an array of plant matter.
"Not everyone has the privilege of bacta or pain stims. Sometimes we make do with what we have to survive."
Someone - he couldn't say for sure who - exhaled a shaky breath. Mal knew all about that; heavy casualties usually lead to making do with what little painstims and bacta they had left. He could atleast relate to Amiss with that. However, he quickly shoved that shared experience back into its box at the back of his head. He didn't want to dwell on those thoughts. So he forced himself back to the present, moving closer to Amiss' workspace to get a better look as he worked.
It didnt take long for Mal to quickly became enthralled. There was no hesitation in the way he stripped leaves from one plant or crushed another with the flatend of a knife. He appeared in his element; a glaring contrast from his aiming or medical training. He was glued to the spot. Only moving aside to allow Amiss space to work or reach for a pestle that he blocked before returning to his spot to watch once more.
"Some plants have properties that become more potent when ground together into paste with another."
Mal picked up an odd shaped leaf between thumb and forefinger as he listened, turning it this way and that out of curiosity. It looked like any other plant he had seen on every other planet he had gotten deployed to: normal, boring. He didn't think there could be any use to such an unassuming piece of foliage but Amiss seemed sure of himself, and despite barely knowing the man other than what he could or couldn't do, Mal had no reason to doubt him on this.
"How'd you learn about this?"
"I had help."
"Show me."
All sound of work stopped suddenly and he turned his head, taken aback as Amiss stared at him aghast. It was as though he suddenly grew a second head and not a request to being taught. Was that truly so strange?
"Can work around your training and other duties that need attending."
"It won't work for every plant, y'know." Amiss pointed out as he picked at the cuffs of his sleeves. Mal hummed in acknowledgement, giving the stem of the leaf between his finger tips one last spin before returning it to the rest. He had no doubt that any old alien plant matter wouldn't do. Already he had plans brewing to hunt down any data on all known plant matter in the galaxy once he returned to Coruscant - if they didn't drag him back to Kamino to be decommissioned for deserting.
"Show me the ones that you know and use then. It's a good a place to start as any."
Silence quickly took reign of their space as Mal watched the young man contemplate the request the trooper had offered, their gaze moving away for a microsecond before returning to him. As it did, Mal's body stiffened. His eyes widened at the shy smile Amiss gave as he nodded in agreement.
For the first time since arriving at this encampment he had become flustered by something. His heart hammering in his chest. He fumbled about for the helmet he had all but forgotten he carried under his arm and shoved over his head.
"I need to check on supplies." He lied through gritted teeth (had checked earlier that morning before his first patrol), giving a curt nod before turning on his heel. "We'll discuss this later..." With that he left. Not once sparing a glance over his shoulder. Whatever he experienced that moment he saw that smile, he was not dealing with that. He couldn't. He refused.
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drawsdenfiles · 6 months
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".. ...?”
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