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redpeanut · 1 year
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Show of hands, who’s with me on this?
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i can’t believe there is an actual physical video that exists of george and wilbur playing music together and i will never be able to see it. absolutely devastating.
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crackheadcastiel · 1 year
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Dean needed a big win
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Cas was Deans big win
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AND THEN HE LEFT AGAIN
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i have at least three solid fic ideas from this episode and i still have writers block, this is homophobia at work
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I genuinely cannot stand anti Netflix Castlevania fans, I’m not saying you have to like the show but people need to stop acting like it’s this stain on the Castlevania franchise when it is quite literally a high budget fan animation. Do I incorporate it into my own personal canon? Yes but no one is saying you have to. It’s just so fucking annoying to see people rip Netflix Castlevania to shreds like it ruined everything when again it is not fucking canon, and I don’t even think it’s in any way affiliated with Konami. I swear to fucking god people complaining about how noncanonical it is have apparently never heard of Lords of Shadow or how quite a lot of the games just aren’t fucking canon and that there’s multiple canons depending on which director you’re talking about
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maximotts · 2 years
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Me: I’m gonna do somethi-
My boobs: actually we’re going to hurt bad for a bit
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vixemi · 1 year
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This is probably gonna sound like gibberish to some of y’all BUT! Do any of y’all remember a true blood fanfic about Eric and a lady who was like half fairy and half angel. It was on fanfic.net.
She was Irish.
Pam called her “Snow White”.
She had like a half brother who she saw as like a son.
And then at the end Eric realized that she was the women he was destined to marry when he was human and a Viking.
If any of y’all remember this fanfic…I AM SO UPSET ITS GONE 😭
(Also tumblr is being dumb and making my writing black instead of white so it’s blue now.)
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ladysansalannister · 6 months
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I wanna know how I managed to find out about both Logan Roy and Izzy Hands’s deaths through ironic rest in piece graphics on tumblr
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waylyn · 11 months
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I have a lot of gripes about the amount of white people pretending to have Mexican Restaurants in Houston
Look I just want good shit. Plz.
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livia-dovehallow · 1 year
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the fact that my ask about cecily and gideon’s birthdays is probably one of the onces cc “accidentally” deleted 😫
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My brothers have not shut up it’s 1am. I get it Peter is home for thanksgiving, y’all are having fun. But I live here and can’t sleep with noises that distract me. Anyway. I worked on writing and they’re still up.
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“Fuck’s your problem, Hagan?”
Billy cocks his head to the side with disinterest, eyes glazed over and red as he transparently sizes Tommy up. Lets his eyes wrack up and down his figure like he always seems to do when he’s around. Like he’s trying to figure something out.
Tommy huffs and shoves his hands into the pockets of his letterman, glancing briefly over at Munson on the other side of the campfire. Lounging in the dirt with his hair strewn messily across Steve’s lap.
“Yeah,” Eddie lilts. Shifts restlessly, stretching out like a bored cat until a hand cards into his hair. “This is kind of a private kickback.”
What he says earns a chuckle from Billy, but Steve is stone-faced. Staring up at Tommy with an unreadable expression that makes his skin start to crawl.
Just a ways behind the trio, the waves lap softly at the gravelly shore. Otherwise out of sight in the inky black darkness just beyond the reach of the light from the fire.
Tommy shifts his weight on his feet. Stares back at Steve.
They both know how fucked up this is. Granted, maybe Steve doesn’t see it as the flagrant mockery that it is, but instead an instance of moving on.
Beside Steve, Billy leans close. Pressed right up against him, like he’s trying to assume Steve’s perspective. To see what he sees. Think what he thinks.
Steve simply sighs.
“No idea what his problem is,” he says.
Tommy clenches his fists.
“Lover’s Lake?” he hisses.
On the ground, Steve rolls his eyes. Shoves his shoulder into Billy’s and stays leaned against him.
“He’s mad ‘cause this used to be our spot,” Steve murmurs.
This gets a rise out of Billy, who whistles as he loops an arm around Steve’s neck. Not yet connecting the full picture.
“Jealous, freckles?”
“Oh, he is,” Eddie chortles.
The two share a giggle, meanwhile Steve holds his stare.
There are words sitting on the air. Heavy and dark, billowing like the smoke between them. Steve was never very good at playing nice once he got a few puffs in.
Being under the influence makes him a real bitch.
“You should leave,” Steve says.
Plain and simple. The other two quiet down enough to turn their listening ears on, both looking up at Tommy with amusement, and it makes his skin burn with anger at the lack of understanding.
Tommy nods at Hargrove.
“I get him,” he says. Then gestures to Munson. “But this is a new low for you, isn’t it? I mean, you only keep him around for the free weed, right? That’s cold, even for you.”
Steve glares, removing his hand from Eddie’s hair and smoothing it down to rest over his collarbone.
“Funny,” Steve lilts.
“Shouldn’t you just take him about back and put him down? It’d be decent of you.”
“Oh, like I put you down?”
Tommy chuckles. Leans forward ever so slightly. Lowers his voice.
“Dead dogs don’t come crawling back.”
There’s nothing but the crackling from the fire and the distant sounds of the shore for a moment. Two moments.
Steve’s expression softens.
“Go home, Tommy.”
Now, there are no giggles, no smiles. Munson has a vacant look in his eye, and Billy braces himself to stand up. Ever ready to enforce Steve’s will at the drop of a hat.
Understanding.
Tommy holds his palms up in mock surrender, stepping back and spreading a smirk.
“I’ll go. Seems like you have loads to talk about.”
He can feel the burn of Steve’s glare on the back of his head after he turns to walk away, retreating into the darkness of the treeline.
Even after getting the last word, he knows that nothing he can say will cause enough upset to restore things to how they were. Can never subvert Steve enough to sow genuine disdain.
There are murmurs around the fire, soft-spoken words and kisses shared in the warmth. Gentle caresses and reassurances. Explanations.
They are a king, his knight, and his jester. Held up, safe and cozy within the sturdy walls of a castle, after all.
And Tommy is cold. Shivering as he treks back to his truck parked out by the road, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes misty with bitterness.
Knowing he never had a place at all.
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Loosely inspired by this post by @plistommy :0)
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shima-draws · 1 year
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I just finished the Archon Quest. What the FUCK that was so sad I’m so upset!! God dammit!!!!
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casiia · 3 months
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jjk is ruining my brain
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heyooo so i totally understand if anyone wants to unfollow, but i think i’m gonna go on a hiatus here on nancy until june 1st. i love nance, but the muse just ain’t there for the time being and i don’t wanna lurk on the dash and stress myself out over not having the will to write and then worrying that people will drop me for being inactive. SO— i’m just gonna bite the bullet and go on hiatus for a bit and then see about coming back. hate to leave y’all hanging like this, but i think i need a break from writing early 20s and teenage muses lol.
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gessshoku · 7 months
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What if god just took out my uterus because he’s so kind and merciful?
Maybe then I’ll believe in him.
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