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sarcastic-hats · 9 months
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Act I: Knowing and believing are two different things.
My take on what happens BLR :)
If you like what I do, buy me a coffee!
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zabberzim · 1 month
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📸 Exchanging sibling baby pictures like flash cards
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moshaeu · 4 months
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angel
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thrnwhip · 6 months
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i am a for knights arc enjoyer first and a person second I LOVE FOR KNIGHTS I LOVE GRANT AND DARRYL I LOVE CERN I LOVE YEET AND KILLA I LOVE E EE E E E E E
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chaos-potat · 5 months
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I wish the turtles were real and were also my friends, I'm not too picky anymore, I'd even take the cannon 2012 turtles at this point
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infernothechaosgod · 1 year
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puss in boots puss in boots puss in boots that's it that's the meaning of life
Mf I'm so happy
The theather for puss in boots last wish at my cinema was FULL like me and my family members barley got in I'm so glad becuse this movie deserves to make as much money as possible becuse it was so fucking good like dear lord
The characters, the music, found family The villian with no depth and trauma and DEATH Death himself was so fucking good! Dearrr this movie is amazing and you need to watch it becuse good lord! Good lord it was fenomenal!
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preetrambles · 11 months
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how long till i get my grumpy sunshine trope?
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scrunkly-scribe · 13 days
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Sorry y’all, but Moonlighting is back on the menu for me. I can’t be stopped.
S3 EP7 “Atomic Shakespeare”
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zenitsustherapist · 20 days
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happy 5 year anniversary kny
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On the Run
apr 7th, 2021
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Characters: oc!Russell Davon, oc!Dylan Harley
Word count: 627
Warnings: None! Just some language and bad manners 😂
Summary: A rapid presentation of Russell Davon, an original character from a Cyberpunk Dystopian AU I have been working on with @arnold-layne (yes I’m gonna tag you everytime I’ll make content about them lmao), while he’s escaping a gang he stole some goods from. Plus an appearance of Dylan!
A/N: Sooo in the structure I go to there’s a club of creative writing of some sorts, and this week’s exercise was about coming up with a character and basically tell as much as we could about them in a few pages in less than an hour, inserting them in a context, narrating how their life is etc. and you BET YO ASS I would talk about my OC’s!! I felt pretty proud about it so I decided to translate it and post it here too. Excuse the vagueness (it was just an exercise after all) and any grammar/syntax errors or redundancy, I’m trying I promise :^)
Russell ran through the lanes of the suburbs of Rhinestone City with his heart pounding in his chest. His red hair, shoulder-length, irregularly cut, was a burning flame that warmed and colored the street in an instant for passersby, and a bullfighting cloth for the armed-to-the-teeth henchmen who were chasing him at breakneck speed. Russ grinned: he knew it. He knew how pissed off it made them, to realize that they got screwed over once again by a brat, a stupid punk who has no sense of danger or self-preservation instinct. Food was scarce for everyone here (let alone money), every day there were people dropping like flies dying of starvation — “… But better them than me,” Russ told himself as he jumped over an old abandoned stall, clutching the loot he took from his chasers under his clothes. While looking back, he pushed some pallets to the ground to create obstacles for his pursuers, unwilling to stop to catch his breath. He heard them cursing at him as he turned the street’s angle. He had to stop himself from laughing.
It was a cold, dreary morning and Russell could feel it through his jacket, pants and boots, all in leather (the latter stolen from “A special forces cop,” Russ claims), but a rainy day certainly would not have discouraged this stubborn child of the streets to want to survive another day. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and he was determined to keep his streak of being the dog that eats and doesn’t get eaten.
Russell sped through another corner, and then another, ending up in one of the main streets where people were pouring into; finally, he could slow his pace down and blend into the crowd.
Suddenly, there was a whistle, and a familiar voice called his name. The boy turned toward the sound: it was Dylan, looking out the window on the second floor of a building in an alley nearby, filled with dumpsters and garbage blocking the other end. Russell nodded to him with a smile, but in the meantime, another much less friendly voice declared that he had “found the little bastard” and incited his mates to come there faster. Shit. He had to think quickly. The boy sprinted toward his friend — olive skin, dark-brown mohawk with a red bandana on his forehead, eyes glistening in excitement —, who promptly held out his hand to him. No questions asked, not a word said: considered the number of times they’ve both been in similar situations, there was no need for those extra pleasantries. Nasty Redhead* quickly walked up a flight of rusted fire escape stairs. Then, with a leap, the punk grabbed Dylan’s arm and scrambled through the balcony, landing clumsily on his partner in crime, making the ladder collapse beneath his feet with a deafening crash of metal. The two boys watched it fall on top of the bunch of apes who were after Russell, leaving them stunned and with a dumb, dazed expression on their faces. Russ and Dylan looked at each other for a second, and immediately burst out laughing for the adrenaline rush, giving each other high-fives and pats on the back. Meanwhile, the gang was still under them, spewing empty threats at both. Dylan leaned over the windowsill, raising both middle fingers with a shit-eating grin. Russell did the same with one hand — fit into a mucky fingerless glove —: he first touched the finger with his lips and then he directed it to the mugs below, imitating a blown kiss, but less elegant.
Once again, Russell Davon had looked death in her eyes and laughed in her face.
*Nasty Redhead: transl. from Italian, “Rosso Malpelo”, a nickname which combines Rosso (red) with Malpelo (literally “evil hair”), as Sicilians believed that people with red hair were malicious and had an evil disposition. It became a common saying in the Italian language after Sicilian novelist Giovanni Verga published a short story with this title in 1878. (A/N: when I wrote this in Italian I thought the nickname would fit Russ very well so I used it, shame it got kinda lost in translation)
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Sponge Out Of Water is turned 8 years old today!! Happy birthday to my favorite SB movie of all time!!!✨
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lowcallyfruity · 1 month
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GUYS I FUCLING LOVE COCO SO MUCH
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benkeibear · 11 months
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Questioning my mental stability. Watching Phantom of the opera for a fourth time........today
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superhumanfoods · 1 year
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gradually going more and more feral in nervous anticipation of people listening to the next mayfair watchers society episode
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azherwind-art · 2 years
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zroqravity · 1 year
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Improvements :)
Today vs June 2021
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I got the time it takes me to paint way down it's actually insane. I finished this in around 3 hours of painting on and off while watching the Tizen stream
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