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finndoesntwantthis · 2 years
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Tonight I will finish watching stranger things but then also finish my abo masterlist at the same time :) shit will hopefully be incredibly wild :)
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quizzical-is · 6 months
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This show is rotating in my mind eternally it's just so good and like everything I love about scifi.
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cloudybori · 3 months
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I'M A BEAST BOY CALL ME TEEN TITAN
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chiropteracupola · 2 months
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The People Have Requested A Granby, and By Golly, A Granby They Shall Have!
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bylerfields · 3 months
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informed consent before interacting that this is going to be an e rated fic 💚
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fluffimemes · 1 year
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Satan: Some people are like slinkies.
MC: What?
Satan: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
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MC: Please don't push Lucifer down the stairs.
Satan, pushing Lucifer down the stairs: Too late.
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ressioo · 7 months
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Sorry still no sunstone or solar flare im firmly in my 3sig+ obsession hole
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Beloved polycule,, thriving in my head, no rent required
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imissthestarswhenicry · 6 months
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HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEN!!! i have been so inactive lately i’m srry 😓😓
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heysye · 3 months
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more marker doodles lately
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good-beanswrites · 1 month
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My last post made me want to spin the ballet au to suit the general cast, keeping Es as the protagonist 🩰
I don't have art for this one but I still got a bit carried away with the details LOL This definitely leans more into a sweet fix-it :3
The story would open with Es waking up in the medical room of Milgram Dance Academy, a very small and isolated school. Es is told they suffered a bad head injury during a performance, resulting in amnesia. Their instructor (Jackalope. Make this work however you wish.) tells them not to worry about it, and to focus on their dancing for now. Es feels a pressing responsibility to stay and rehearse, so they agree.
Jackalope tells them they must understudy several roles while recovering, not ready to jump into things right away. They're grateful, since they're struggling with their identity and expression without their memories.
The first student they are directed to is a shy and lanky dancer by the name of Haruka. They study under him as the role of a graceful, melancholic swan. They watch the choreography in general, and it looks nice enough. Es proceeds to spend several rehearsals with him, talking and bonding and learning he has a bit more going on than meets the eye. They try to offer help as he admits to familial issues, self esteem questions, and comments about sibling jealousy. In turn, he teaches Es to mimic some of his powerful emotions. At the end of their time together, they both perform for their class in full costume and staging. Now, Es understands each move with a deeper understanding than their initial look at the steps.
Next, they’re sent to meet the bubbly girl playing Juliet and begin the process anew. This continues to make a total of ten roles. Some of the dancers take the sessions kindly, while others are brash, secretive, or just confusing.
After rehearsing with Kotoko and learning to understand her determination and confidence, Es is sent back to Haruka, who has moved onto a new show and new role. They’re shocked to discover that their words to each dancer – always well-intentioned – had caused some issues backstage. Now, there are rivalries and changes in stage presence. While experiencing stress (that Es has inadvertently caused,) some were distracted in rehearsal and got injured. Es must take on the interpersonal issues as well as the choreography challenges.
I don’t have all the roles down and was trying to stick to well-known shows anyway, but I think I’d want Muu to be the Sugar Plum Fairy, Kazui to be Albrecht from Giselle, and Amane to be Clara. I wanted to keep them traditionally gendered to prove there are plenty of roles for men, but I can’t help but have Odette/Odile thoughts for T1 Mikoto ;-;
Like the other post, I'm equally tempted to have the dancers performing ballet adaptations of the mvs 👀 I want to see. Bee tutu. Doctor coat costume. Marching band tutu. AKAA mismatched look. The backgrounds. The music. The choreo. So many cool possibilities...
As a sweet au, it all ends with everyone better for having met one another. Es is cast in a solo performance, combining everything they've learned both emotionally and technically from the others. They feel satisfied with their sense of identity, and shine onstage ✨️✨️✨️
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knaccblog · 8 months
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If you really think about it, both Crowley and Aziraphale are basically confessing their love and asking the other to spend forever with them in that final scene but in such entirely different ways that they both ended up feeling rejected by that offer instead. It's kinda masterful to be able to write that tbh.
Crowley's offer is relatively open in it's romance even though he doesn't quite get all the way there. The intended message is somewhere along the lines of "We're an us and I would like to be that us forever" and "We can be just like that other Demon and Angel couple who were clearly in love, if you'd like."
I feel like before Aziraphale started talking about rejoining Heaven, his confession didn't necessarily involve running away even. After all, he'd wanted to go to an alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz just moments ago, he loves his plants and his car. He definitely loves Earth, he just loves Aziraphale more and he wants to keep him safe. And the thing he wants to keep him safest from is Heaven, who tried to destroy him and treated him poorly for years. Crowley knows with everything that he is that Heaven is cold and cruel and heartless but no matter how hard he tries to explain that to Aziraphale, he never understands. He'll never give up on them. So they literally have to leave behind everything else they both love to be together and safe but Crowley will do that without a second thought because he loves Aziraphale the most and he wants to spend forever with him.
And while it's possible? I personally feel like Aziraphale didn't entirely miss the romance of Crowley's proposal, but considering what Crowley is also rejecting with it (his own redemption, the goodness of Heaven, a chance to make the world a better place, the safety of not being outsiders, and trusting Aziraphale to make a good choice for the two of them), Aziraphale literally feels burned by it. How can Crowley not want these things? How can he not believe in these things? It breaks Aziraphale's heart.
Aziraphale's proposal, on the other hand, is more subtle in it's romance but it's definitely there. He frontloads it with what he's the most excited about which is Crowley being reinstated as an Angel. I wrote a whole thing about this here but basically, not only does Crowley being an Angel again really make everything about Aziraphale's worldview a lot cleaner, but he also feels like it's something Crowley desperately deserves. Aziraphale's true offer, once he gets the whole thing out, involves them together and safe as Angels in Heaven, doing Good, keeping the Earth safe and protected, forever. If you really pay attention, the longer Aziraphale talks about his "job offer" and tries to sell it to Crowley, the less he is being shy about what he's really, really asking for. It becomes all, "Come with me" and "*We* can make a difference" and "I need you." It's all trust and love and forever.
But unfortunately for Aziraphale, there is basically no way Crowley can hear this offer and not experience it as confirmation of his worst fears: That he's not good enough for Aziraphale. That Aziraphale can't love him how he is currently. That Aziraphale just needs his help, rather than cares about or wants him. That Aziraphale still doesn't, after all this time and evidence, understand how horrible Heaven is. That this whole time, they've just been an arrangement after all. It breaks Crowley's heart.
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helenedraws · 1 year
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what are your art book/ books about art/ how to art books recommendations??
let’s all enrich each other with knowledge!
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sneez · 7 months
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Edward -> Èideard
hello dear friends! just letting you know that i have decided to try out the scots gaelic spelling of my name for a while to see if i prefer it to the english one. i deliberated about the matter for a long time before settling on edward but i have been Gazing Wistfully at the alternate spelling ever since then so i figured i may as well give it a chance given that i am as much scottish as i am english in all except physical location. in my accent the pronunciation is the same, and most of you call me ned anyway, so there will probably be very little change on the whole, but [vague gesture]. who am i to resist a little E with an accent
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natjennie · 1 year
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watching the flashback scenes in redding weddy caressing my screen while a single silent tear falls, like a mourning army wife in the 40s with a locket. which is appropriate given the subject matter.
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oldtreeinanalley · 2 months
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ive been gone for. about a week which im terribly sorry abt just wanted to pop in and say im alive and well just overworked :,)
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inhuman-obey-me · 9 months
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A Jewel Is Born (Chapter 2)
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Read Chapter 1 here
Can also be read on AO3 here!
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Day 4 - Raphael's Spears
"Asmodeus, this shameless flirting is utterly improper for an angel. Please learn to control yourself, for the dignity of the Celestial Realm."
It had been only four days since Asmodeus's glittering, luxuriant birth, and in that span, Raphael had given this lecture at least twice as many times already. Nevertheless, the realm's newest angel seemed stubbornly determined to defy his guidance, playing innocent every time -- just as he was doing now.
Asmodeus sniffled at him, teary-eyed, from within the cage of spears within which he found himself entrapped. They had come down from the sky so suddenly, one even nearly nicking the perfectly unblemished skin of his cheek, he couldn't help the water pooling at the edges of his innocently pleading eyes. That, and he'd happened to catch his reflection in a mirror the day before, similarly tearing up as he listened to another young angel gushing over how lovely he looked, and had realized at that moment how he looked even more innocently, helplessly alluring by doing so, and so he now took every opportunity to do so again.
"But Raphael, I can't help that I'm so beautiful! Father made me to be shared with the world!" he wailed, letting the tears fall delicately from the corners of his eyes.
The young seraph sighed deeply with exasperation, fingers tightening on the spear in hand before consciously reminding himself to loosen his grip. "Once again, Asmodeus, Father created you for the same reason He created all of us -- to be servants and messengers of His will. How many times do you need to be told before you will understand this?"
"I understand just fine," the beautiful angel pouted. "But if we're messengers, then obviously the message I'm meant to relay is how amazing his creations are! And the only way I can spread that message is by being myself, the beautiful and enchanting Asmo!"
"You do not need to enchant anyone. Entrancing people is the tactic of base demons, not high angels as we are. His will goes far beyond just you, Asmodeus. You need to learn to see beyond yourself," the other insisted again. "As his messengers, we must always hold ourselves with dignity and maintain our decorum. Running off on flights of fancy and chasing the other angels this way is entirely inappropriate."
Asmo sighed, plopping down to his knees inside the cage as he only half-listened to the rest of the lecture. There was never any winning with Raphael, it seemed, and so there was nothing he could do but wait out the rest.
Sure, maybe this was a little bit his fault. Maybe he'd been preening in front of a mirror again, and perhaps he had run just a bit late for his duties because of it. But it wasn't his fault that another angel had approached to compliment how his feathery robes matched his wings so nicely, which then led to another stopping him to praise how his skin almost seemed to glow in the ever light of the Celestial Realm, and then yet another paused to fawn over the delicate curl of how his locks around his face so softly. It hadn't been long before a small crowd had gathered around him, but he couldn't help that! These were such sincere admirers, he couldn't possibly have pushed them away just to do some silly chores!
And, really, wasn't it only right for him to take the time to express back all the ways he found each of them lovely as well? Each of them also had such wonderful charms, in their own ways. So did the other angels who just happened to pass by, and it seemed to him that they also ought to know how exquisite they all were. It would surely brighten their day, each and every one of them, to be complimented by someone as beautiful as him, right?
And besides, it was true, wasn't it, that he, along with everyone else in this realm, had been created by their Father? Then, wasn't what Raphael called "flirting" really just admiring Father's creations? Wasn't he just sharing the love that Father had filled him with? How could that possibly be undignified to the realm?
The sharp metal clang of a spear tip against metal jolted the new angel out of his sulking.
"If you are not listening to me, Asmodeus, it seems I will have no choice but to personally oversee your tasks for the rest of the day," Raphael frowned, massaging his forehead with exhaustion. "Though I have my own duties for Michael to take care of as well..."
"Nope, no, that's perfectly okay! I hear you loud and clear," Asmo quickly responded, flashing his best compliant smile. A whole day of being babysat by this killjoy was the last thing he wanted. "No more flirting, I got it! No need to worry about little old Asmo, you just go ahead and do that stuff for Michael! I'll be just fine on my own, I promise!"
The seraph glared at the plainly contrived assurances. The stress, however, thinking of Michael's various requests, was clear on his face. "Very well," he relented at last. "But please try to control yourself and simply complete your tasks. I assume you understand the consequences if there are any more incidents."
"Absolutely! Just count on me!" Asmo answered brightly.
With a bang of his spear against the ground, the cage vanished, and Raphael began walking away, his deep sigh audible as he did so.
"Yes, finally!" Asmodeus cheered to himself once the seraph was a fair distance away, watching his retreating form. "Now, let's see, my tasks for today...oh! Right, I have to clean the baths today! Hmm...if I have to clean them anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine if I take a quick soak in there myself first. And I can use those new bath salts that Nithael gave me earlier! Ooh, he was such a cutie, with how shyly he came up to me with them. I bet he'd be super happy if I gave him a little smooch the next time I see him as thanks..."
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