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b4kuch1n · 8 months
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fanciful stories (you're way too good at this)
(that's not what it's about. being good at it)
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astrandofgold · 10 months
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Breaking in a new sketchbook with Higgs 🤘🏻
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traumatizeddfox · 1 year
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"As a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly." - Proverbs 26:11
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headphonemouse · 10 months
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dogbunni · 1 year
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I went out today and bought a bunch of stickers and GLITTER GEL PENS (!!!)for my nendo art <3 <3 <3 I haven't used gel pens since I was a kid but smth in me tells me that nendo would be fascinated with glitter gel pens and love them so much. Like he would buy a set for "studying" but then just do crap doodles of saiki and ramen in his notebook margins instead and his notes are "jeografey, come to Brasil haha" in pink glitter.
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cartoonchaos · 1 year
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pencil/dream vacillation
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idiot-arih · 2 years
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lazy sketches for you
Nightmare+Dream @jokublog
Error @loverofpiggies
Ink @comyet
Cross @jakei95
Killer @rahafwabas
Dust @calvateyla
Horror @horrortalecomic
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infizero · 10 months
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i will never meet ranboo because i dont know how i’d be able to face them after some of the things i have said about them on this website
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fecto-forgo · 1 year
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blazed posts cant be filtered out im gonna explode myself
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intertexts-moving · 1 year
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OOH OOH!!! for the wip ask thing. 💗 and 📝 ?? i’m v curious :3
HIIII!!! ok. ok. 📝. heheh.
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& 💗: YES. god. there is an extremely specific davekat closeted-gay-chicken-accidental-intimacy-crush-on-your-best-friend moment that i've had sketched out in my head for months now, it belongs in the like.. 8k long still not finished dave meteor homesickness character study fic ive had bouncing around in the docs since this time last year <333
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andersunmenschlich · 1 year
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Thus and Thusly
We all know thus is an adverb. It's from the Old English þus, meaning "in this way, as follows, in this manner, to this extent."
You might see a parent hit a child and say "I wouldn't treat a dog thus," meaning you wouldn't treat a dog in the way you just saw that parent treat their child.
Or you might say "I like to describe my sense of humor thus" and follow it with the manner of description you prefer.
You might even say "I am poor; thus I have no medical care," meaning that your lack of medical care follows from (i.e., is a direct result of) your poverty.
"Thus far," we might say, meaning to this extent or point, "things make sense."
Then we encounter thusly.
Thusly is a monstrosity. An abomination of idiocy. The -ly ending is clearly meant to turn the word thus into an adjective—but thus is already an adjective!
Here lives stupidity.
My favorite part of the 2018 research article on thus vs thusly that I ran across online was the section where a respondent older than 75 essentially called thusly a stupid word that you use if you want to sound stupid or make fun of stupid people... while a respondent younger than 25 called it an overly formal old word.
Hold onto your hats, everybody. In fifty or so years, the youngsters will be claiming that blorbo is too formal a term to use when describing a fictional character you particularly enjoy.
And they'll probably think it specifically refers to fictional characters with blue or black hair, or something silly like that.
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ajdumpsherbrain · 2 years
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“Hey,” Crowley says, just to break the silence.
“Why?” Aziraphale blurts, and Crowley’s gifted with eyes the shade of a million blues.
Crowley only nods, struck speechless for a moment. Then he speaks, “Insurance.” He wasn’t lying.
Aziraphale is quiet for a long time. His next sentence is softer than the quiet. “Don’t you like it here?” His clasped fingers were loosening, his thumb rubbing over his own knuckles. He opens his mouth, as if to add something else, but no words grace the space between them.
Crowley clutches the flask, just a little tighter. “I do, but things can change, ‘ngel,” he says and he tries very, very hard not to crack at the slight way Aziraphale falters, “hell’s funny like that.”
“Heaven’s—heaven’s quite amusing too,” Aziraphale whispers, and he’s turned away from Crowley now, facing the glow of neon store sign LEDs. Crowley gazes at his red-gilded silhouette, realising at once that he wants so badly to touch.
But he can’t. “I know,” he says instead, and if Aziraphale winces, he pretends not to notice. “S’like we aren’t all that different.”
Aziraphale stiffens, and Crowley knows.
“We are, dear.”
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chaostified · 1 year
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personal headcanon ink has adhd
i dunno about anything else, but i literally cannot get over how much like me he acts when my adhd acts up because it can
...somehow i thought it was friday- it's 11:30 am on thursday. i am so good at knowing what day it is-
My favourite headcanon is that Ink is either non-binary/agender and uses they/them pronouns. Why? RELATABILITY
Also, the guy is literally made of ink, and I don't think liquid has the possibility to have gender.
(It's currently 8:34 pm and I'm chillin'.)
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sadstarsz · 5 months
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i have royally fucked up.
i’m sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry
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shotmrmiller · 1 month
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ik i've heard of penpals with cod but like getting simon as your dedicated pal for say, college or something would be terrible.
at first he's reluctant. why would he talk to some civvie that hasn't a clue about what goes on in the world he lives in? probably thinks him a recruiter or something, not a man who has removed the skin off of another just for a name of an enemy.
john tells him to suck it up, it's not like it can kill him.
simon gets the letter and it's... entertaining. you write, almost illegibly, that you really don't want to do this, that if it wasn't such a hefty percent of your grade you wouldn't even have bothered.
nothing but a poor man fighting a rich man's war. like some puppet, manipulated by a more powerful force-- not a single decision nor thought your own.
interesting. he hasn't been talked down to like this since his days as a private. granted, if you knew what he looked like you would've probably swallowed your own tongue but that's neither here nor there.
he chuckles under his breath, and picks up the envelope.
the stamp has a waterfall on it and it says harrison wright falls.
american.
he writes that you're right. he's nothing but a muppet with a hand up his arse. but what's got you so upset over the military? not like you suffer the consequences sitting pretty in your cozy home. the hardest battle you've ever fought is a school project.
the letter you send back has him rumbling with laughter. you're furious. he can see one too many holes from where the pen tore through the paper in your rage, and some words you crossed out with a singular line.
listen, asshole, you falling for the UK military propaganda is not my fault. no one made you sign up, idiot.
you continue on about him being a murderer which he gives a small hum to because you've no idea how right you are. simon vaguely wonders if you'd still write him if you knew just how many necks he's snapped with his bare hands.
you're quite abrasive, a little spitfire that holds nothing back, and it makes him achingly curious to know just who you are.
he pulls up your info on his personal laptop, and can feel his cock stirring just from your driver's license photo alone.
cute. very cute. you look soft, kind. a gentle ㅤsmile graces your lips. he almost doubts that the person on his screen is you, but the signature on your license and the letters you've sent is the exact same.
so very interesting. steel concealed beneath velvet.
he taps his fingers on the surface of his desk as he gazes at your charming, lovely countenance. pretty as a peach.
his chair creaks under him as he reaches for a pen.
simon's kept all your letters, the paper worn and almost in tatters from the amount of times he's read them-- ink smudged from him running his bare fingertips over each hateful word.
he can't wait for next leave; simon's heard that ricketts glen state park is beautiful during the fall.
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cs300 · 11 months
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repeating “its okay to block people for being annoying but harmless its okay to block people for being annoying but harmless its o” like a mantra lest i go insane
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