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crocrubies · 6 months
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EDIT: These are available for pre-order now!! Etsy link in my pinned post!
Potential 999 charm designs! Probably doing Ace and Seven next and then VLR
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chibigaia-art · 10 months
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putting them in the anime blender that is my artstyle
(last one's og)
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ryllen · 5 months
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it almost feels like he was waiting for me
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gncrezan · 8 months
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the two most annoying deities have just started trying to make it work (they're about to make it everyone else's problem) (or, @chrysanthemumgames is finishing up foa soon and i giggle about established hermesmance twice a day to myself)
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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 10 months
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IMAGINE so Noir Close to Never takes off his mask even in front of friends IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME NOIR TAKES OFF HIS MASK IN FRONT OF HOBIE-
Noir taking off his mask: damn it’s hot in here
Hobie who has turned completely pink and red: uhu
AHHHHH THIS IS SO ADORABBLLEE I feel like Hobie would want to downplay it at first to not make a big deal but he feels so honored inside. BUT THEN he sees Peter's face and being from his colorful universe, seeing Peter's monochrome face just stuns him in beauty
And no one has EVER reacted to Peter that way and seeing the look on Hobies face makes him all soft inside and now HE'S speechless too
And they sit in silence for a second marveling at each other, the ran outside coming down hard, before Hobie finally just says
"You're fucking fit."
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levforfakes · 3 months
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everything abt the olympus scene
zeus and percy goading him and poseidon surrendering and their conversation and olympus itself- like !!!!
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sitting-on-me-bum · 4 months
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Two mudskippers (Boleophthalmus caeruleomaculatus) fighting in shallow waters. The unusual fish is helping scientists understand more about how human ancestors transitioned to life on land from water millions of years ago. Mudskippers are thought to be the only fish that can blink
Photograph: Daniel J Field/PA
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crocrubies · 7 months
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Love whatever these two had going on
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twolovelyberries · 1 year
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if a body catch a body…
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kasiobite03 · 9 months
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the empty frame in bobbys castle tower is a metaphor for jaiden and roiers family. they shared a house a bed items son, roier showed her his basement, melissa, his betrayal scars, and his home that was meant to be a community house. and jaiden couldnt fully believe she wasnt taking too much when it was her house! it was her base too! she moved out of the home she was building to move in with roier but she still felt like an intruder to her own home! she saw it as a temporary home for until she could move out and build her own base. but she still cared for and accepted every part of roier. and roier loved jaiden back too! when they died in that airship, he cleared out the dungeon and gave jaiden armor and spirit orbs and when jaiden accepted his anger and blame it just fizzled out. jaiden understands. so then roier left a empty frame at the bottom of the tower for jaiden to fill whenever she came back and they laughed and joked while tucking bobby in and jaiden said i bet you a hundred million dollars we'll see bobby tomorrow and roier said are you sure and it was a joke and then tomorrow came and jaiden was an hour too late. and then roier joked and laughed and when jaiden came and he had to break the news he couldn't anymore. because with jaiden roier can let down the jokes and with roier jaiden can be sure he has her back and support and when jaiden fell off the edge roier jumped down to join her before she could even say anything and they had pvp lessons together and a heart to heart as the sun rised and in the end the community house lays abandoned and bobby fields is filled with copies of the best day they had together and the attic is never looked at again and the top floor of bobbys tower isnt either.
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umm dont hate me y’all I was bored.
for: @b3achysurfur cuz you wanted smth like this I think? I know you never asked me personally but I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I decided to write it.
disclaimer: english is not my first language.
tw: death and slight blood (but like I’m bad at describing it so there’s not much.)
The day had gone like this: Alex came to her room (or prison or cell or whatever the synonym of ‘locked up somewhere against one’s will’ was called) did mandatory checkups and then stayed to chat for a bit. Not that Ashlyn participated, instead opting to stare blankly at Alex until he understood that she wanted to be left alone. And once he did (quite dense, he was) he left without a word.
Finally being alone for the few minutes or hours (she never knew the time anymore) before twelve, she worked on devising an escape plan. She knew they couldn’t escape via window, mainly because no one was allowed permission to leave the cubed room without guards following them. Ashlyn was aware that leaving through the alternate dimension wouldn’t help either, since their bodies stayed tethered to its original spot.
A pain to work with, yes, but not a nuisance. She could find a way, somehow, and she would. She wouldn’t let her friends stay in this weird asylum place any longer than they had to. By any means necessary.
Ashlyn could feel her body being transported to the alternate dimension, the way her stomach dropped and her heart began to beat faster until she blinked and she was still in her claustrophobic room, but the scraping and screeching of phantoms gave away where she was.
She didn’t take long to get off the bed and made her way to Tyler’s room (where everyone had unanimously agreed to meet up the first time they’d been sent to the phantom dimension). Everyone else was already there when she opened the door and she felt relief wash over her once she saw them — as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders temporarily. They were somewhat safe — as safe as one could be in a dimension with deadly creatures out to kill you.
It didn’t take long for everyone to begin looking for a way out. They went in pairs: Tyler and Aiden (obviously), Taylor and Ben and Ashlyn and Logan. Once the teams had been made everyone was quick to split up (save for Tyler and Aiden, who were stuck sitting in Tyler’s room).
Ashlyn hadn’t been paying attention when it had happened. One minute, she had been looking through a hallway checking for phantoms with Logan behind her — and the next she’d heard him scream and drop his gun on the floor with a loud clunk. She looked over her shoulder, a question about to leave her lips when she paused.
A phantom held Logan’s face between two claws, pressing down on either side and making a sickening crunch. She winced but didn’t move. Logan was screaming, crying, pleading to her to do something, but she was frozen. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or mild curiosity that was stopping her from helping the boy.
Her hesitance paid the price in the end, with blood oozing out of Logan’s eyes and nose and ears, and one last sickening crunch echoed through the halls before Logan stilled. The phantom dropped him immediately, the manic grin on its face never dropping as it charged for her. Ashlyn’s feet finally moved, dodging the attack and grabbing the discarded gun from the floor. With a resounding bang, the phantom dropped to the floor and stayed down.
She wasn’t sure why she had to bite back the grin that was forming when she looked at Logan’s body. Claw marks were bruised into his face and the blood kept oozing out until it made a small puddle on the floor. Ashlyn tilted her head, something akin to surprise flowing through her as she blinked at the sight.
Logan was dead. Logan was dead.
A grin finally broke through her face and this time she didn’t fight it. Maybe she should feel sad since Logan was part of the team, part of the same team she’d sworn she’d protect and yet here he was. Lying on the floor looking pathetic as ever. She showed no sympathy towards him and almost wondered why, before deciding that contemplating such queries would be a waste of her time.
Instead, she walked passed Logan’s body and made her way back to the gang. They all seemed worried about the noise, asking questions and wondering if she was alright. She reassured them, of course she was alright. In fact, she was delighted!
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tyler asked, almost suspiciously.
“Logan died,” was her only explanation before the room burst into relived laughs and celebratory clapping.
“Actually?” Aiden asked, tilting his head with a smile, “he’s like actually dead?”
Ashlyn nodded, “yeah.”
“You know what that means?” Taylor said, grin stretching into a happy smirk. “Party time!”
And with everyone’s enthusiasm, they set up a party with whatever decorations they could find (which wasn’t much, but Taylor was really good at compromising) and before long the starch-white walls had been splashed with a variation of colours from Aiden’s paints and ‘LOGAN DIED!!!’ was written on the wall with bright red paint.
Ashlyn had never been to many parties before, she could count on one hand how many times she’d attended a party willingly. But she didn’t think any other party or event could compare to the tomfoolery they got up to while celebrating the death of their teammate. Aiden started a conga line; Taylor shredded paper to throw it around the room like make-shift confetti; Ben showed them a few dance moves and even Tyler was enjoying himself.
Deep down, Ashlyn knew that no sane person would host a party for a dead comrade, but it’s been a long time since she was considered ‘sane’ and the facility they were locked in just proved it. So maybe she let herself indulge, just a bit, now that Logan was gone.
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politicaldilfs · 1 month
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Kentucky Governor DILFs
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Wendell Ford, Paul E. Patton, Steve Beshear, Julian Carroll, Brereton C. Jones, Matt Bevin, Earle Clements, Edwin P. Morrow, Ernie Fletcher, Flem D. Sampson, John Y. Brown, Happy Chandler, Keen Johnson, Lawrence Wetherby, Louie Nunn, Andy Beshear, Ruby Laffoon, Simeon Willis, Wallace Wilkinson, Ned Breathitt, William J. Fields, Bert Combs
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typewriter-worries · 2 months
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anyways, here's a list of songs i wish i wrote:
cannock chase by labi siffre
by the time i get to phoenix by glen campbell
harvest moon by neil young (lord huron's cover is my favorite)
fourth of july by sufjan stevens
love letter from the sea to the shore by delaney bailey
bless the telephone by labi siffre
house song by searows
love is our cross to bear by john gorka
you are your mother's child by conor oberst
devil on my back by chrissy
anthems for a seventeen-year old girl by broken social scene
waverly by samia
the louvre by lorde
andrew in drag by the magnetic fields
paper bag by fiona apple
every other freckle by alt j
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in4ct1ve-m0ved · 2 years
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“Cause I’m in a field of dandelions, wishin on every one that you’ll be mine”
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stupid dumb dnd byler art i made bc ummm i love gay people !!!! ya
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