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macaulaytwins · 10 months
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you’re in his dms, I’m ghosting him bc he didn’t know what the picture of dorian gray was. we are not the same
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onlycringepost · 1 year
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if he is YOUR man,
why does he keep following me into the cursed woods
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pomegranatepetrichord · 10 months
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something about remus lupin: dumbledores wolf in a muzzle
main piece and colors heavily inspired/referenced by @/picckl on twt!
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must4rds33d · 5 months
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villetteposting again
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source: x (last photo is from the official poster!)
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solradguy · 6 months
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Sometimes the local radio station censors words like fuck and bitch and sometimes it just doesn't even try to censor them at all and I have no idea how they're getting away with it but it's so rock n roll of them
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empirearchives · 1 year
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One time, when Napoleon was at the Congress of Erfurt, desperately trying to maintain peace in Europe, he was talking and said: “When I was a second lieutenant in the artillery—,”
Everyone around him was shocked and bewildered because they were all hereditary emperors, kings and princes. They were humiliated to be dealing with someone who used to be much lower ranking then them and was acknowledging his “low-birth”.
Noticing their reactions, Napoleon corrected himself: “When I had the honour to be a humble second lieutenant in the artillery…”
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your-local-lucifer · 24 days
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Did Jekyll ever realise that he (in a way) caused Lanyon's death? By shocking him with his transformation so badly he couldn't eat or sleep or think of anything else? So badly he fell deadly ill? All because of him?
Did Jekyll ever realise he killed his best friend?
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the-church-of-beatles · 10 months
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I hate when I’m paraphrasing something and they’re using all the best words and I’m left with the b-tier synonyms
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smugraccoon137 · 1 year
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The reason Once Upon a Time was so good is cus Little Red Riding Hood was also the Big Bad Wolf and doubled as a really sexy werewolf sheriff lady who definitely wanted to dick down Belle from Beauty and the Beast
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whysopasta · 11 months
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i am still thinking about nina the 11-year-old being so quick she can dodge bullets fired at point blank range with ease. she's not even genetically enhanced like jane richardson is, she's just really fast
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freedomalready · 4 months
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a childkiIIer terr0rist “state” labeling themselves as “children of light” is just absolute genius.
it’s pure poetry. absolutely well-done.
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macaulaytwins · 2 years
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The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation btw. If you even care.
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onlycringepost · 28 days
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“beloved” implies the existence of “behated”
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beefyandrew · 2 years
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friendly reminder that wymack was the first one to give neil keys
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solradguy · 9 months
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People that're 'kin with cute things like cats or slice of life protagonists joking about actually physically becoming their 'kin in real life have it so good because I think becoming (pre-Strive) Sol Badguy IRL would be a fresh hell. Here's a moodboard
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ayzrules · 2 years
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HXH x SPANISH & LATIN AMERICAN LITERATURE (1/???)
[Greed Island Game Masters Challenge, Aromatherapy Girl]
LEORIO
a matute story — there is a boy whose friend has died. the valley is too empty, and you are not allowed to be young. there was a war, years ago, but it’s over now. or so they say.
GON
a rivas piece — the world is pure and it is good, with trees veiled in sunlight and streams that run quick and clear. you were young, a sparrow in the forest, but terrible things have happened. you do not understand why.
KURAPIKA
a laforet novel — dusk is warm and bloody, like a vein opened sweetly over the sky. your dreams are nothing more than fragments of glass, quicksilver running between your fingers. the world around you is a haze, a clawed-out scream. you don’t dream anymore.
KILLUA
a zuñiga story — war, and the morning after. the bombs have fallen, the buildings have toppled, and now it is time to pick up the pieces, and to forget until it is time to remember.
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