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sugarpasteltmnt · 20 days
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FRIDAY
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[image description: four images from episodes 4.09 and 4.10 of Black Sails, with edited text.
First image: Silver and Flint stand together overlooking the sea. The text says, "I'm saying that my relationship with her is a complex one..."
Second image: Flint's face, looking pensive. The text says, "that it's hard for me to understand at times."
Third image: Silver's face, upset, on Skeleton Island. Flint is visible, blurry, behind him. The text says, "But what is clear is that she desperately wants to leave this place"
Fourth image: Flint and Thomas embracing in the plantation field. The text says, "and will say anything in order to make me go with her."
/end description]
image description by @somfte
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litterateur97 · 1 year
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Jk, jk.
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This is my favorite moment in Death Note that definitely happened and everyone remembers.
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themotherofhorses · 6 months
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glamfellens · 4 months
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umm quick question. if u steal minthara's gear after knocking her out does she turn up at moonrise in her underwear. asking for a friend
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stream-of-thought · 1 year
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Melida/Daan: The Legend of Ben
Ben is among the oldest of all the young at 13.
At 13 he soothes the fevers of the littlest who have never had enough strength or food or love, he holds up buildings that should collapse and kill them all (yet he does not do so with his strength for he is scrawny like them, weak like them. He doesn’t even touch the wood) finds water sources that are impossible to see, shoots steady even when his hands shake (as if guided by something, as if he is not entirely himself but something other, something more).
He calls it the force, they call it Ben.
At 13 he becomes a legend.
Legends aren’t born, but made in the desperate tunnels full of dying children. They say he appeared one day from the sky, that when his elders left, he refused to. That he was not born on the bloody battlefields of hate, but that he stayed because he saw them, felt with them, heard their song. He stayed when the Jedi left.
The children see how he balanced Cersai and Nield (love and hate, peace and war, water and fire). They see how the three click into place, Melida and Daan and Other. They wonder if maybe there was always an empty spot between them, waiting to be filled. Wonder if that is how this war started. Wonder if between every Melida and every Daan there is a space for something Other.
No one remembers how the war started, only that it did. Maybe there used to be a third faction, maybe something other (something more, something Ben) and when it died or left there was nothing left to bridge the Melida and the Daan.
Ben is sure as the earth, light as the air (only because they cannot hear him cry at night). He is a contradiction. He says strange things and does the impossible. Sometimes he glows with something else (something more).
He is remembered as the one who stayed (no one will say where he went). He is remembered as the Other between all Melida and all Daan.
There is an empty seat in every house. An empty seat in the Trivumate, waiting to be filled. Outside historians call it the Absent Third Phenomena— they are not sure why it is (they do not want to dig deeper, dig into the bloody history, tear their secrets and traditions and culture from the rotting bodies of child soldiers. they do not want to know). In Melida/Daan there is a word that is untranslatable that describes it, A’Benui. It is sacred. It is told to every child too young to remember the sewers, told by every Young that was touched by Ben (his something other).
(The Melida-Daan don’t know this, but somewhere else in the galaxy Obi-Wan Kenobi leads his second army of child soldiers and wonders if he was meant for anything else. Wonders if they see the cracks and uncertainty and self loathing; the first ones hadn’t. He wonders if they would be ashamed of him now, fighting, bleeding, warring, killing even now. Wonders if he will ever know peace or if he will always be a false legend made from blood and tears and a need to believe.)
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Here are the Rules and Contenders
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onomatoseeyah · 1 year
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@sylcedesweek
So I stretched the prompt (by a lot lol) so please imagine the 5+1 fanfic prompt where Sylvain protects/helps Mercie the 5 times, and then the 1 time that Mercie protects him
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wonderlandmind4 · 1 year
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Me: *puts on Queen to have as background music while cleaning*
Also me: *dances with cup of espresso while waving bisexual flag in the air and absolutely not cleaning*
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octolingkiera · 5 months
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so it turns out i did, in fact, listen to this a lot more than i thought i did lol
what’s funny too is this makes two years in a row turtles are my number 1 on my spotify wrapped (last year’s was even funnier bc the rottmnt theme song was number 1 and i didnt start watching rise until august, so the theme song shot up to my number 1 spot within a couple months lol)
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for comparison, rumble in the zoo was played 106 times lol
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agoldengalaxy · 10 months
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hello again smoshblr. here’s my application for you to check out my youtube channel. I think I will be editing recent videos from now on, but here’s my ghostmates edit
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supremestrangeness · 8 months
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A red laser darts around near Strange's feet. If one were to find the source of the curious light, it may or may not have Stark Industries written on the side of the drone. :V
He had been reading casually, trying to keep out of the way when the sudden movement caught his attention - or at least part of his attention. An eye suddenly opened on his shoulder, an instinctive growl bubbling up in him.
“Ignore it,” He huffed, turning a page.
The red light wiggled. The eye dilated.
“Ignore it,” He repeated, more forcefully, but it was too late. A tentacle suddenly lashed out, crashing straight through the paneling of the floor, ripping through as though it was paper.
With an exasperated snarl, he glanced up, spotting the source of the laser and before he could even register what he was looking at, another tentacle shot forward to rip through the drone, sending it sparking down to his feet where he stood, panting, willing his form back into human shape. With a deep breath, he attempted to straighten his hair, and nudged the thing with a foot. “Damnit, Tony. Very funny.”
(IDK if this was you but I blame you all the same thank Anon lol @stxrksarc )
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a-lil-perspective · 2 years
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Hunter always replies “Yes ma’am” to Cyare and that is just his default response.
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“Hunter?”
“Yes ma’am?”
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“Hold her, will you?”
“Yes ma’am.” *kisses their baby*
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“Did you do this?”
*sheepishly* “Yes ma’am..”
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*scolding him about how he should try better to communicate with Crosshair becuz that’s his brother and he should be more understanding of him etc etc*
*sighing* “Yes ma’am.”
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“Hand me that rag?”
“Yes ma’am.”
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“Harder..”
*kisses her* “Yes ma’am.”
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“Be careful.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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“Come back to me soon.”
*smirks* *holding her close* “Yes ma’am.”
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bakuliwrites · 1 year
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Celebrating New Year's Eve with Nanami:
You are both exhausted adults and fall asleep before 10pm. But you are well rested enough for a bottomless mimosa brunch the next morning and honestly, that's all that matters
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amipasta · 9 months
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with steph and tim you gotta like both or hate both no in between
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when it's been so long since you've updated your masterlist that you're not even 100% sure what's missing
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