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#i will never shut up
rivalmelty · 9 months
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listen if the existence of the book means there are an infinite number of realities then there’s at least one where fukuzawa took in the both of them and the ada was born on two pillars instead of just one
(pls do not tag as beast)
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strawberrydollly · 1 month
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alloutshirt · 7 months
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itachanta · 1 year
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While having in mind everything I've analyzed and read about Vash loving and wanting humans to have faith in him, despite being distant to them at the same time, this scene came to my mind. And I couldn't stop thinking about Vash's scared and ashamed face when Nai talks about the chance of Meryl and Roberto finding out about his guilt, and implicitly leaving him.
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THAT. FACE. THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION. I JUST-
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That Knives, who is deep in Vash's mind, trying to erase and modify all of his most important memories, pulls out specifically those two while saying that, and while psychologically torturing him, is only further proof to me that Vash really cares about them deeply, Meryl specially, being his embodiment of all his hopes in humanity, of Rem's dreams, the one who followed him and was there after waking up from one of his worst moments.
And I will never fucking shut up about that.
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daryfromthefuture · 1 month
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today marks 365 days since i drew my first fullbody of 40s doc. happy one year fixation anniversary, i love you 40s doc
have a redraw for the occasion
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trauma-insence · 5 months
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“can you be quiet?” no actually, i can’t. im a theatre major and im practicing for my professional yapping classes
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ac9129 · 4 months
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Sein’s friend only appearing for like 4 times in a mere flashback and yet having such a big impact on him will never make me feel sane. He’s his motivation, his drive, his hope, his dreams, he will do anything to go back to him, he wants to spend time again with him, adventure together like the best friends they always were they
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heyimboredtalktome · 6 months
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every time i go on twitter, i see dozens of bodies wrapped in blood stained white sheets, i see videos of children with shaking in shock, unable to speak or even cry, i see people trying to dig through the rubble with their bare hands to find their family members, i see a mother holding the corpse of her toddler, refusing to part with it, children are getting their limbs amputated because they don't have enough clean water to prevent infections, and the limbs are being amputated without anaesthesia. a palestinian farmer in nablus, west bank was shot dead by a settler terrorist while he was harvesting his olives. it's staring to feel like it would hurt less if the zionist ghouls straight up ripped my heart out of my chest, stepped on it while they scream "we're just protecting our families"
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yukiguiseppe · 2 years
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Mr. Tsunoda in his villain era ✨🖤
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JACK FUCKING PERRY EVERYONE 👏👏👏
I am just so proud of him. You did it king you fucking did it ❤️
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thatsnotmygunflash · 7 months
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Okay @simpledontmeanpeachy this is like a week late but I finally got the inspiration I needed to write prompt 25 "It gave me great joy,"
I really fell in love with this and might add to it honestly (or someone else can if they want) it's set in a world where Barry grew up in the foster system and turned out way differently.
Len was nursing his first drink of the night at Saints and Sinners an hour before his crew was suppose to meet up for their weekly check-in when Hartley came waltzing in the front door. Len didn't bother to turn and look, taking a smooth sip of his beer as the young scientist came up to the empty bar.
"Rathaway, little early, even by your standards." Len said in observation. Hartley Rathaway wasn't the newest addition to his Rouges or even the youngest, but he was by far the smartest and most capable out of the lot. They had worked three big jobs together in the past year and a half and besides his sister, he was the only one Len felt gave it to him straight and pulled his weight enough for it to mean anything to Len. He wouldn't call them friends, but they were friendly. Not friendly enough, however, for Hartley to show up without an agenda.
"I wanted a chance to speak privately before the rest of the crew show up,"
"About?" Len assumed it would be business Hartley wanted to discuss but this must be something he didn't want the rest of the crew to know about yet.
"You heard about the new player in town, right?"
How could he not, when it was all anyone in the city wanted to talk about lately.
"The Chemist?" At Hartley's nod of confirmation Len tilted his chin down in understanding. "I've heard whispers, why?"
"He approached me last night, said he needed a little tech support, willing to pay more than well for my time too."
"Did you take the job?" Len had never cared about Hartley's freelance work before, unless it directly effected Len's own timetable, but they had never had issues with scheduling before. Len made sure of it.
"You're not asking the important questions, Snart."
"If you have something to say, Rathaway, say it." Len didn't enjoy the condescending smirk painted on Hartley's face and he definitely didn't like a single word that came next.
"He's planning on hitting the Federal Reserve, the same one you're planning on hitting in two months. Which wouldn't be a problem for you, if he wasn't planning on making his move next week."
"Next week." Next week. Next. Week. There was no way. The Chemist had just hit First National two weeks ago. He couldn't be that reckless, especially when the cops and the papers had painted him to be some kind of evil-mastermind. Len had been casing the Reserve himself everyday for four months, there was no way he would have missed another thief doing the same.
"Yep. He doesn't even have a crew either. Plans to do it all by himself. Seems like kind of a loner. Pretty though. And smart. Meta too, I think. Full package really."
"You think he can pull it off." Len didn't need the snort of agreement Hartley let out to let him know he was right. Hartley was not an easily impressed man, which meant this Chemist was someone to be on guard with.
"Oh, definitely. Especially with my help covering his tracks, but, because I knew he'd end up iced for fucking with your job, I convinced him to come here tonight to talk to you about joining the Rouges."
Hartley had told a man who enjoyed explosives where his entire crew was meeting tonight. The nerve of this kid.
"And you just expected me to be okay with that?"
"Well, obviously." Hartley scoffed, waving a dismissive hand in the air when he saw Len's icy glare. "I thought you'd agree it couldn't hurt to have other smart and pretty people around to look at. You should have seen his face when I told him I worked for you. It gave me great joy. Watching him go from obnoxiously cocky to painfully desperate just at the sound of your name. I think you have a fan."
A fan. A fan. The Chemist was a fan. Good lord.
"You better pray this works out in our favor, Rathaway, or it's your ass."
"I'm not worried." Hartley shrugged carelessly, his smirk turning into something like delight when the door opened behind them.
"And why's that?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Hartley replied, pointing a finger behind Len's shoulder.
"Wha-" Len turned to see who the new comer was, losing his voice and the ability to move when he caught sight of an unmistakably familiar face. Len couldn't believe what he was seeing. Barry Allen, the flirty barista from the coffee shop Len had been using as cover for his stakeouts of the Reserve was standing just three feet in front of him. The same Barry Allen that he had taken home with him five nights ago. The same Barry Allen that had not taken Len's one night stand policy well.
Barry gave a lazy wave, not bothering to hide the challenge in his eyes or the smugness coating his voice.
"Hey Lenny. Miss me?"
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mrsterlingeverything · 3 months
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Thinking of you when I pull back my foreskin to piss 💛
Someone else just told me to shut up. So thank you
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crispysnake · 1 year
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Did anyone else get up and violently start jumping around and hyperventilating when they heard 'black feathers' and 'daggers' cause I SURE FUCKING DID
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i’m like. Whatever. you know? *lights a cigarette with the final destination 2 keychain*
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paintedmesgolden · 8 months
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the time when taylor deleted all her social media posts and teased rep with snake videos was such a you had to be there™ moment in time bc like. the collective losing of minds that was happening in the fandom was just insane. going months w/o hearing from her and then that happens and the anticipation and anxiety following that was just. over the roof dude. like insane excitement on what was to come and seeing her again. yea i will never forget it tbh
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xamaxenta · 5 months
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Cant believe no one is talking about how in the latest chapter Kuma visits the places he sent the Strawhats while trying to find the cure for Bonney
I want to but i was trying to hold back bc spoilers but yes it makes sense now! Hes truly Mr Worldwide!!!
Kuma 🫡 it was nice knowing you king chad of chads ever
Hes so sweet, an incredibly lovely kindhearted man
I just hope when he inevitably dies, he sees the light the dawn breaking the hope hes been striving for
The loveliest characters in one piece truly suffer the most huh
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