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charlunday · 1 month
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When you’re busy murdering some dude in the jungle but your gf calls you
This was super quick but I was very inspired so here you go! Tagging @thesweetnessofspring for originating the post and also @rosegardeninwinter @triassictriserratops @katnissdoesnotfollowback and @katnissmellarkkk
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rawdough · 3 months
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Who doesn't love a good, hard won fight, anyway?
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nathan-fielder · 6 months
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CILLIAN MURPHY Breaks Down His Most Iconic Characters for GQ Magazine (Oct, 2019)
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humphangh · 8 months
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The silly sploinky <33 I love him very much! Shame i haven't been drawing him as often!! but he is cute indeed, and i still very much love him if the wally AUs weren't a give away!
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tragicotps · 3 months
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Random gifs of Marisa Coulter smiling [5/∞]
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joanna-lannister · 10 months
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You raised me to be strong... and I wasn't. But I want to be. Help me. Always.
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craqueluring · 1 year
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"You live inside me, the same way I live inside you. A möbius strip, a snake always swallowing its own tail. Mutually assured destruction, maybe, or mutual deification. Mutual consumption. I will be the house that holds every part of you." — Mabel: Matryoshka written by Becca De La Rosa and Mabel Martin
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lana7779 · 18 days
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I may not know what I'm doing...
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But I know I want this man to have a good time life.
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sky-kenobye · 3 months
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Not sure what came over me in the last half hour but I thought about how stargazing makes me feel peaceful and this came out:
Soon he would have to go back inside. His mother would worry, and he needed to sleep. In the morning he would get up once again, eat a meager meal while knowing his mother was eating even less (she always pretended she wasn't giving him more that she ate but he was never fooled. Still, he didnt protest, it made her happier), then work for Watto until he deign to send him home for the day. If he was lucky there would be a sandstorm and he wouldn't have to work. If he was luckier the sandstorm wouldn't damage their small water supply.
But for now he could look at the night sky.
For as long as he could remember, it was the only thing that had ever managed to make him feel... peaceful. Maybe it was because of his name, Skywalker, maybe he was meant to walk the sky. Or fly it, rather. One day, he always told his mother, I'll visit all the stars in the sky. Her smile was always sad then, and he knew it was because she didn't think he would. He might be young, but he wasn't very naive anymore, you couldn't be when you were a slave. He knew that she was born in slavery, just like her own mother was, just like he was, and he knew she didn't believe either of them would ever get out of it.
And yet. There was this feeling inside of him. That pull that only got stronger when he looked up, up, towards stars he couldn't name but that where calling for him. Maybe it wasn't peace he felt, but yearning. It was close enough, whatever it was, it calmed him down, drowned the noise in his brain, only leaving room for it. It almost felt like a person sometimes, felt closer, and when it did he couldn’t help but try to call back. I'm here! Look at me, I'm waiting for you!
Tomorrow he might meet someone who feels just like the stars, with freckles who look like them too. He might win his freedom and his mother’s as well. And tomorrow night, when he looks up at the sky, for the first time in his life he might not feel that pull. He might try to call to it anyway, it couldn't be gone. And for the first time in his life he might get an answer. I'm here. Look at me, I came for you. He might turn around, and those eyes bluer than the night sky, and those freckles prettier than all the stars might bring him true peace, for the first time in his life.
But for now, he could only sigh and finally get back to his mother who would tuck him in bed, where he would dream of adventure, spaceships, and fighting with weapons of light.
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atzidraws · 2 months
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"From this moment on, please live happily as a human, just as I wished we could."
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The scene of furina and Focalors dancing got me way too emotional. 💙💙💙
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starriluneart · 4 months
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Xiangling x Guoba 🧡
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luxi-lilith · 8 months
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I am SO out of my element 😭
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skrunklyaceartist · 10 months
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PROCEED
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archiveoftara · 10 months
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Hi. Uhh..lol I was wondering if I could get a request please for Lockwood and Co for Lockwood. One day, Lockwood and reader are having a lazy rainy day in the home library and Lockwood can’t keep his eyes off of the her and maybe he is having some kind of flashbacks/memories of how they met (maybe coffee shop or bookstore) and maybe their first encounter wasn’t the best first impression lol. Have a good day. (Also if you want maybe he also remember small details about her. Like she always has her hair down with a headband unless she is working then it’s up, she likes ice coffee instead of tea lol and loves wearing pastel/light colors).
My Angel
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Note: Thank you so much for your request. I hope you're having a great day. I'm sorry for the delay. It was a challenge for me. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you so much again 💕
Word count: 1400
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you're in my love ~~
I heard a soft humming sound coming from upstairs. George was at the archives and Lucy was out of town to see her family which is why the house is so quiet. It's a rare day at Portland Row, you may ask why. Because it's a day off. No cases, no rush, I got all the time in the world.
It's three in the afternoon. The soft sound of the rain and her song makes me feel like I'm in heaven..maybe I am in one, because I have been graced by an angel.
I made some tea for myself and coffee for (name). The sweet smell of earth and tea makes my heart flutter. What a perfect day to lay around and do nothing. I placed the cups on the tray, quickly grabbed some biscuits and made my way upstairs.
I found (name) in the library looking absolutely adorable. I knocked at the door before letting myself in.
"Anthony" she gasped.
"I got your coffee" I placed it on the small table, took a seat beside her.
"You're so sweet." She pouts. She savoured the coffee and went back to scribbling on her notepad.
I slowly sipped my tea and watched her getting lost in her world.
Precisely six months ago, I met (name) in the archives. You may say it was love at first fight.
………........................
I looked at the multiple shelves standing in front of me and looked back at the list George gave me.
"This will take forever" I muttered to myself.
After 15 mins of struggle, I finally found the contents of the list. I got all the books except this one at the bottom of the list. I quickly scanned the shelves, when I found the familiar name. It was right in the corner. I realised someone grabbed the book just before I could raise my hand.
I looked at the owner of the hand, and found a pretty girl with (your eye colour), standing beside me.
"Excuse me, I saw that first." I exclaimed.
"Awww that's too bad, it's in my hand now" she mocked me.
"You can't do that."
"Oh yes I can, it's a free country." With that she went away.
"How rude." I huffed.
When I went back to George I found the girl who practically snatched MY book sitting a few tables away from ours.
From the uniform I can tell she's from Fittes. I have a feeling I'm gonna see her again.
I finished a meeting with a client in a coffee shop, just a while ago when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a scowl on the pretty girl's face.
"Oh hi 'rude girl from archives'". I gave a cheeky smile.
"That's my seat." She glared at me.
"Last time I checked it's a free country." I said and went back to my drink. She huffed and sat in front of me. She was drinking cold coffee. She wasn't in her Fittes uniform but in a pastel pink skirt and a white top. Her hair was down, a simple pink headband which reminds me of Barbie.
"I didn't know you're a creep. You looked like a decent person" she mumbled the last part while she scan me up and down.
"Are you checking me out? I would have been flattered but as it's from you, I feel disgusted." I scrunch my nose.
She chuckles, "says the person who's been staring at me like a creep."
"For your kind information, I come from a decent family. Hence, you're looking at a gentleman right now." I proudly smirked.
She laughed at me as if I said the dumbest joke. But weirdly her laugh gave me pleasure, a tiny butterfly in my stomach.
"Well, what's your name 'gentleman who comes from a decent family'?"
"Anthony Lockwood."
Her eyes widened for a moment before it went back to normal. "I heard a lot about you." I understood what she meant.
"And what's your name 'rude lady from archives'?"
"(Name) (last name). Nice to meet you"
At first we used to fight over the silliest things in the world. She drives me crazy. Whenever we run into each other, it turned into an argument and someone has to become the referee to seperate us.
"That's my book"
"That's my seat"
"That's my hand"
"Oh" I didn't realise I was holding her hand the whole time. I quickly put my hands in my pocket and looked around and found George glaring at me.
"Will you two have some respect at least for this place? This is a library, not a braying gallery for bellends."
"Sorry George" (name) mumbled looking at the floor.
"Sorry but she started first." I pointed at her.
"Oh, come on."
For instance, we were working together on a case, Lockwood and Co and the Fittes. How much I dislike Kipps and especially the fact he was always around (name) just boils up my blood for no reason.
"Seriously Lockwood? That's your best move?" (Name) mocks me.
"Save your breath darling and watch me how it gets done." I threw a salt bomb and slashed it with my rapier.
You might be wondering where the others are, actually no one knows we're at this abandoned building, fighting off ghosts. I followed a potential suspect to get some evidence to help me solve the case before the Fittes. Now that I think of it, it was a bad idea. I won't admit it out loud but I'm lucky (name) is here to help me or I would have been dead by now.
"LOCKWOOD RUN"
I felt an arm pulling me away from the building. We ran for a good while until I felt (name) slowing down her pace.
"Are you hurt?" I panicked.
"No, I normally spurt blood from my rib cage. Of course I'm hurt, dumbass" she coughed blood.
"Stay with me. I won't let anything happen to you." I held her face. She blushed.
"Anthony, that was nice but can we go to the hospital please?" She whispered.
After that incident, we became quite close. I noticed we had a lot of things in common, we both were stubborn but we both had a soft heart. She craved love and so did I.
I loved the way her eyes sparkle when she talks about her passion. I love how she puts her hair in a ponytail and furrows her brows when she's engrossed into something. I love how she scrunch her face when she's losing an argument. I could write a book on how much I love her.
"Lockwood?"
(Name) brought me back to earth. "Yeah?"
"What are you thinking?" She smiled.
"Nothing. Do you like the coffee?" I asked.
"I love it. Look I drew this and this too. What do you think about this one?" She said flipping through her notepad.
"I think this one looks great."
"I know right?"
I looked at her and couldn't stop myself from kissing her. She kissed me back tenderly. I love day offs.
*Bonus*
I loved the way her eyes sparkle when she talks about her passion. I love how she puts her hair in a ponytail and furrows her brows when she's engrossed into something. I love how she scrunch her face when she's losing an argument. I could write a book on how much I love her.
"Lockwood, if you're done telling the reader how much you're obsessed with me will you please come over here?" (Name) demanded.
"I was just telling them about our love story." I wrapped my arms around her.
"We may have started off the wrong foot but I'm glad I met him. Though he's really annoying sometimes" (name) sighed. I pouted.
"You're lucky I love you." She smiled.
"Yes I am. I got my angel."
The end
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mijaki07 · 11 days
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TWO BEANS ON A BEANBAG
THEY WERE TWO ON THE BEANBAG
TWO BEANS CUDDLING ON A BEANBAG
TWO LOVELY BEANS ON A BEANBAG
TWO BEANS ON A BEANBAG
Two beans on THE BEANBAG
Two beans on BEANBAG of comfyness
Two beans on OF course the beanbag
Two beans in LOVE on the bean bag
Two beans on a bean bag
(💙🧡)
Tried to make something out of this, because it was on my mind ;-;
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taveliara-as-in-tav · 1 month
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Soo this was my reference. I kinda tried to learn shading and lightning, since I really gotta study that for my artworks lol. And this was my outcome.
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I don't know, it's cute and all but definitely not the best. Also I tried a new style while looking through all of my brushes on paint tool sai and I totally started to like that specific one.
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