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Everyone reblog with your most unemployable traits
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detectivehole · 2 years
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fujiko may be a bitch but she's a world class thief with 4 boyfriends so clearly it pays to be a bit of a brat in her circles
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forg3tm3not3 · 5 months
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currently missing summer
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mitamicah · 2 years
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Jimtober 2022 Prompt 7 (Roadtrip) and 8 (Crossover) 
Why does TOA fit so well with the Lighting Thief Musical and how didn’t I see it before now :’D? -> Based on this song 
Jimtober is hosted by @bluheaven-adw​
Bonus: 
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It's frustrating that ppl can't seem to differentiate between a character doing something unforgivable To A Specific Character, rather than narratively unforgivable, where they're punished by the writer. I can't imagine a story line where Ed forgiving Izzy & allowing him back in his life, would be good for him (Ed) in any way as the plot stands- that doesn't mean I think Izzy is irredeemable- but he'd have to break & become an entirely different person for a relationship to (maybe) work, imo.
fr tho, the only unforgivable thing anyone can do in ofmd is Be British (just like real life)
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amateurmagic · 1 year
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Lemme just raise a thought that’s been rolling around in my head for a bit…
Alex Brightman as Mr D in a revival of The Lightning Thief
That is all
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catnippx · 3 months
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La tristesse durera toujours ~
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dollopheadedmerlin · 1 year
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It's a shame because if these AI art generators were made ethically, using only verifiably donated art/media then it could be really cool. Like, there is definitely something artistic behind it, the coding and whatnot must be pretty incredible (not that I understand it) so it sucks that instead of being made for fun, for art, for simple things, it's being made for money, for theft, and for bypassing other artists.
I don't think it is a skilless art form. I'm sire you have to learn how to nudge the AI in the right direction, learn the way it interprets language and use that to your advantage. Learn how to ask for color schemes, for composition, for poses, etc. But right now, it comes at the cost of so many artists and their work. You shouldn't be able to type in "fan art of scooby doo in the art style of Marylius" and just watch a computer steal a bunch of Marylius's work and twist it into Scooby Doo shapes. It should be more like "man standing in the foreground looking at bridge in distance, in an impressionist style". And it should take images from a database with donated images, with images made by the creator, images, maybe, that were purchased for commercial use, so that the artists, photographers, etc. will still be paid for their work. Maybe a nice little credits page where major contributors are credited.
It just sucks that something that could be so cool is pulled into some capitalist, data stealing, malicious AI training hullabaloo. All the wrong people have the resources to make cool things and have them be seen
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fleshmouth · 1 year
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stage 1: denial
stage 2: daniel
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gnomebby · 1 year
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losing my mind at the lightning thief musical. they get it!!
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detectivehole · 2 years
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secret: my therapist told me to pretend a friend, family member, or fictional character is giving me a pep talk when i'm having an episode of anxiety or a panic attack in order to center my emotions and calm down. the one that works most effectively (just as much so as imagining my partner telling me the reasons they love me) is imagining lupin the third saying i did a good job on the last heist.
no help for you.
anon me a secret
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icarianarts · 1 year
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me behave??????? seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As a child i saw Tarzan almost nakid. Cinderella arrive home aftermidnight. Pinocchio told lies. Aladen was a theif. Batman drove over 200 mph. Snow While lived in a house with 7 men. Popeye smoked a pipe and had tatoos. Pacman ran around to digital music while eating pills that enhanced his preforrmance. Shaggy and Scoopie were mystery solving hippies who always had the munchies. the fault is not mine. If you had this childhood and loved it. How would
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wannaseewhatshangin · 11 months
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Love theif<3
You and Dallas were currently roommates, or actually hallmates. You lived at Buck's so you could work, Dallas lived at Buck's because he wanted to sit on his lazy ass all the time.
"Shut that music up, Y/n!" Dallas yelled from his room.
"How about you shut up, Dickface!" You screamed back.
This was a daily thing, it was like Buck was taking care of two hot headed kids with anger issues.
He could be funny sometimes but he was just impossible to like. Ya'll have been fighting since y'all met, since y'all came together as a gang.
You knew the Curtis brothers because they lived next to you for your whole life, and then here comes Dallas trying to make you miserable.
Two-Bit, Soda and Steve said it's because he likes you, but you never believed that shit.
Dallas came in your room, and just stared at you.
"Can I fucking help you?" you asked, waiting for a stupid response.
And you were right about the stupid response because he knocked everything off of your dresser and onto the floor, laughed, and ran out also leaving the door open.
"Ughh!" you exclaimed before stomping over to Dalla's room.
You slammed open his bedroom door, making him jump a little.
"Hey, man. Easy on the door"
"Fuck you, Dally." You cursed.
"You wish." He said back, smirking.
God, that stupid smirk on his stupid face.
"Why do you do this to me? What did I do to make you fell like you have to fuck up everything?"
"Oh quit your bitchin- also that's mine." He said guesturing to the sweatshirt you were wearing.
He would be lying if he said he didn't think you look cute in his sweatshirt.
"So? you take my stuff." you said.
You picked up your lighter, which was sitting on his nightstand.
"My lighter." you said, holding it up in his face.
"It lights my cigarettes better than matches."
"My cigarettes that I just bought yesterday night. I know because I wrote My name on the inside."
"oh yeah, ay while your bickering can you hand me one?"
"My blanket." you said, snatching it off of him.
"It's soft!" he said, trying to get it back.
"Ugh! I'm gonna kill you" you said, jumping on top of him, starting to smack him on his arm.
He grabbed your hair, tugging hard at it.
"Ow you bitch! Let go of my hair!" You yelled before grabbing his hair, giving him the same pain.
"damn, I didn't know you were a freak like that." He smirked, half just tryna get a rise out of you, and the other half was actually impressed.
"Shut up, you are a freak just as much as I am. Now let go!"
You started to pull harder, taking both of y'all onto the floor, continuing the cat fight out into the hallway.
"You let go of my hair first and then I'll stop."
You paused for a second, thinking it over,
"You lyin?"
"Honest."
You slowly let go of his hair, before being tackled to the ground.
"You are a fake ass bitch!" You said, trying to get loose.
"Aww, you mad? Nah, you know you like playin around with me."
Before you could say something back, y'all were interrupted .
"What in the actual fuck is going on in here?" Buck's voice was heard, interrupting the fighting.
"Tell Dally to stop being a bitch! He keeps taking my stuff, coming into MY room and completely messing it up, it has been like this since we've met each other and I'm sick and tired of it!" You screamed.
You could see Buck's face, it looked like he was thinking.
"Yall follow me." He said plainly.
The two of you followed him, wondering where he was taking ya'll.
It was your room.
"Hey what are-" before you could finish, the door was shut.
"Hey! Let us out! I don't wanna be in here with him!"
"Well learn how to wanna be in there with him. Ya'll aren't coming out until y'all become besties." Buck said through the door, locking it.
You sighed, turning around, seeing Dallas laying on your bed, playing with your stuffed animal.
"Aww don't be mad Ms y/n." He said, making the stuffed animal look like it was talking to you.
you rolled your eyes, nudging him a little, telling him to scoot over.
You brought out some candy from your drawer and your remote, turning the TV on.
you threw a pack of candy at him.
"Shrimp dick." You said, your eyes still on the TV, finding a movie for y'all to watch.
"Biatch." He said, opening the candy and eating some, passing you some as well.
There was definitely some progress made, since y'all are sharing food and actually sitting down on your bed next to each other. And the insults decreased slightly.
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"I think he's the killer, what do you think?" You asked, taking some candy out of the bag.
"I agree, he's creepy as fuck. He looks like he about to jump through the screen and slice me."
He laughed, looking at you.
He kept his stare going for at least 10 seconds,
"What?" You asked, rubbing your face, thinking you had candy on you.
"You know I don't hate you right?" He asked, pulling the cover around him more.
You sat in silence before answering.
"Then why did you tease me, bully me and all that shit since we met." you questioned, taking some candy from the handful that you had.
"Because I like you" he mumbled, secretly hoping you didn't hear, even though he wanted you to know.
"You serious?" you asked, kinda scared he was just trying to fuck with you.
He laughed.
"Girl if I bully you for that long without giving up, I'm pretty fucking sure I'm serious. Is it bad that I like you?" He said, starting to get insecure.
You had a smile that could just make him cry and shook your head. before grabbing his hand.
He stared some more before leaning his head on your shoulder, pulling the cover over the two of you.
He just wanted to lay with you, maybe Buck should do this more often.
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starlightshadowsworld · 4 months
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The Agency having a kitchen where everyone keeps their lunches and various snacks.
Atsushi taking one that was kept in an identical container to his, eating is and than Ranpo shows up like "that's mine."
All the blood in Atsushi's face just drains and he starts panicking and apologising to Ranpo profusely.
Just flashbacks of what happened when he "stole" sweets from the Orphanage.
Before Ranpo stops him and takes Atsushi with him to buy some extras, because he needs snacks and also as an excuse to get Atsushi out of the office.
Because he saw Atsushi getting overwhelmed and eyeing where the toolbox was.
Atsushi's just absolutely confused that no ones yelling at him or calling him a theif.
Ranpo just pats his shoulder and tells him its fine, for anyone else he would've huffed and gotten annoyed but he doesn't need his glasses to know not to do that with Atsushi.
Atsushi buys him his snacks as an apology which Ranpo allows but also splits them with him. A suprise to everyone because they all know how protective Ranpo is over his snacks.
But Atsushi may not realise it but he's loved. He's cared about, and no ones gonna hurt him here.
And well Ranpo's accepted him as family, that makes him virtually untouchable.
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