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#it is very dear 2 me
newgroundstier · 1 month
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untapped humour potential with these guys i think
holy fuck ref 4 the unaware ⬇
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kxmpfflieger · 6 months
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oh artemy we're really in it now
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homkamiro · 6 months
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Omg dude your work genuinely gives me life like I legit do not have the correct words to explain just how much I love your speeding bullet stuff your art feels like a hug that's what looking at your art feels like
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Awww,,that's literally one of the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me! I'm really glad I radiate that strong soft vibe from my art, it's my pleasure, thank you, anon!
And as an exchange - some speeding bullet shenanigans. Sniper doesn't like big companies and keeping promises
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tangledinink · 6 months
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day nine of cringetober is rarepair, and there is truly nothing rarer or cringier than a canon/oc pairing. so here's gemini!donnie and the stupid cat he ends up with, sorrelshine, who y'all have briefly met before. they're the first person donnie befriends once they're no longer living under big mama's thumb, and they do, in fact, eventually become an item down the line because i'm a fucking sucker for that shit.
(they also eventually have a pair of oopsie babies, and sorrelshine argues SOOO hard to get to give them traditional bakeneko-styled names like their own)
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(... an arguement which they eventually win.)
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feluka · 4 days
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"don't pretend you actually care about this you only heard about this cOnFlicT on october" have some respect do you have any idea how long we've been blocking this oxford comma guy
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kenm4vhs · 7 months
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chibi gojo will always have a very special place in my heart
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beabees · 3 months
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a-love-like-yours · 8 months
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I love everything about this scene. It is all so very dear to me, it’s almost unbearable.
But as much as I love the admittance of loneliness, the very beginning of the formation of the team, the side, the group of the two of them ™️, I love even more what was unsaid here.
For all that was said of loneliness, going with their respective offices only so far as they can, being separated by the line of “good and evil”,
This was the moment that each said, in their own loving and unspoken ways, that despite the loneliness, neither was alone in it. They were together.
Involved.
That the other was not alone in their wanderings of the shades of grey between who they were meant to be as a demon and an angel.
And I think that is very beautiful.
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evelyn-art-05 · 4 months
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Ed and Kal, knowing each other
Ed (left) by @grxffiti-on-your-grave !!
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demetera-kaziaik · 2 days
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sketch dump of things I'll probably never finish
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iguessitsjustme · 27 days
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These are my personal favorites. And I got enough sleep so I'm feeling cruel again.
(I only put completed shows on these polls)
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jacksprostate · 4 months
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Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts
Probably named Marge
Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer
The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.
What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.
Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.
Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.
The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.
They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.
And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.
And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.
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marcmorrigan · 11 months
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its @wh0rehound 's birthday and since he is the gaymer to my mafia slut obvs i had to draw our boys 🍫💕🎮 everyone say hbd sam!!! 😤🎉🎂
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kr-cube · 1 year
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kaoru - Blitz 5 Days
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crowleysfall · 6 months
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Something about Ed not giving a fuck when he was being tortured by Ned but going absolutely insane and threatening to kill him the second he turned to Stede was just *chef’s kiss*
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dontruinmymorning · 1 year
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Okoye’s mom LOVES Attuma cause he always comes with his stomach. Her mother loved to cook and loved people who loved to eat even more. Attuma was ALWAYS down to eat (Okoye especially 😏), so when they visited her parents he would THROW DOWN. Her mother was gleeful when she saw him eat seconds and even thirds of her food and even had room for dessert. (W’kabi never ate that much and would often refuse more.)
Attuma always complimented her cooking while eating his fill. Her mother would just softly grab his face or pat his cheek and tell him eat as much as he likes. She would pack him up with mountains of Tupperware full of food and dessert. He had worry that none was left for anybody else and she would shush him and tell him she cooks way too often for that to be a possibility. He gets excited at that and happily takes his leftovers.
Attuma is very protective of his leftovers. If anyone (his cousins) ate his food there was hell to pay. He would never yell at her, but Okoye still left his food alone. She had the luxury of growing up with her mother’s cooking so she let him have it to himself unless he offers. Plus she loves watching how happy he gets when he eats, whether it’s her cooking or her mother’s. She’d often give him a sweet little kiss on the cheek while his mouth is filled to the brim like a chipmunk. ❤️
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