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time-woods · 8 months
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you cant tell me he wasnt holding back any comments
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smallpapers · 1 year
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thank you for loving me
(Edit: now available as a print!)
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dannydanoninoo · 1 year
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He did fell first
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BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD HE FELL HARDER TOO
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downydig · 1 year
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Mmm! 🍰
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soupfather · 7 months
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I want y’all to know whenever you reblog my junk with little notes or whatever they’re called I read them all multiple times over and I’m like
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teaboot · 7 months
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Never gonna forgive a/b/o for what it did to "nesting".
Now what do I call it when I abandon all other interests for weeks at a time in favor of obsessively searching for and collecting the ideal throws, rugs, blankets, pillows, sheets, wax melts, window shades, drapes, curtains, and mats with which to construct a perfectly-textured nap zone
Fucking despicable
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ccassettetape · 7 months
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i am writing an accidental haiku to attract haiku bot
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justahumblesideblog · 2 years
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Personal opinion: it’s actually pretty cute that Hunter is getting blushy around Willow. Like, this poor dude’s been through a lot. Let him have a silly teenager problem like having a crush on someone he thinks is super neat.
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zolanort · 1 year
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alternative ending to the postman panel
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taxinealkaloids · 1 year
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harrianthe + sewing (variations on a theme)
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captainhysunstuff · 11 days
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Light comes up with a brilliant plan to avoid their "bad ending" during the rain scene (inspired by/stolen from the Steven Universe episode "Fusion Cuisine": scene link). Light's final quote is also from "Giant Woman~".
Next
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smallpapers · 2 years
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today, right here, right now
i already feel found
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legogradstudent · 10 months
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Repairing his run-down laptop, the grad student is tempted to obliterate the anxiety-ridden piece of junk instead.
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akai-anna · 1 month
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it's been a while on my rewatch, but i'm watching the fake wedding case and... can we just talk about how shinichi's reaction is so different in the anime compared to the manga?
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bland. boring. WHERE IS THE FEELING IN THIS. just. No.
THIS THO
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SMITTEN. BESOTTED. A TRUE SIMP. JUST LOOK AT HIM. HE'S A BABY YOUR HONOUR. BABY IN LOVE!!!!
bonus: shinichi peeking at ran with a blush on his face at this bit (and ran blushing too, pretty please)
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We Were Robbed.
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mishacollins · 10 months
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Due to a laggy server, a lot of you got the email about my yard sale late (and even more of you don’t know the difference between AM and PM), so I’m going to extend my little yard sale one more day:
Text me "YARD SALE" TOMORROW, July 2, between 10-11 AM PT (that’s morning, for the confused) and I’ll give away a few more things.
(323) 405-9939
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naffeclipse · 4 months
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Finished your latest chapter, and I was at rge ended if my seat from beginning to end. Amazing!
And at the end of the chapter I thought of an inquiry:
What if y/n is a hunter/fisherman instead of a photographer? How would they have met, and what would the dynamics be like? Would they bring each other kills to give to the other to show off? Or in Eclipse's case, courting gifts? Still would figure y/n wouldn't realize what Eclipse is actually doing.
Oh, man, I just flashbacked to Fisher Y/N from Deep Waves but for an AP fisher? They'd be a bit disgruntled and grumpy. Very hard working, set on the task and won't stop until it's done. They've got a shell that rivals crabs. Very gruff but has a heart hidden somewhere under all those brusque layers.
Of course, you're spooked when Eclipse pops his head up (he's a lot more terrifying, not trusting humans on their boats with their harpoons.) Still, once he sees that you're alone and also, well, pretty, he tones it back a bit to actually talk to you while still dangling you halfway off your boat above the icy cold of the sea. You manage to yell at the siren to put you back. While Eclipse does so, he promises to bring you fine fish, the best of the best. You wave him off like "Yeah, yeah, as long as you don't ruin my nets and don't kill me."
The next day, he's got a fat catch. You thought you got rid of him, but like a stray cat that's been fed once, he's back. If he can chat, he can help you push the nets onto your boat so the fish don't flop out and get away. You might pick one cod out (the best one but you would rather die before admitting so) and toss it to Eclipse for his lunch, as thanks, or something like that. Eclipse would beam at the exchange of gifts so soon but you're too busy trying to not slip on the half-frozen, half-wet deck to notice.
You know sirens are bad news, but you have the mindset of 'Eclipse hasn't killed me yet, and there's work to be done, so I better hop to it.' That kind of attitude, however, is what gets you into Eclipse's mandated cuddle sessions as he decides you've been working too long and require a break. Guess who is getting yanked across the deck, forcibly cradled, and persuaded to take a twenty-minute break by a large, touchy siren? You, of course!
It's unusual to endure this kind of attention (and maybe you thought no one would touch you like this, make you feel like you're not just a ghost on the sea.) You put your shoulder to the wheel and get the catch while navigating Eclipse's hands of avarice.
You learn quickly that there's no use trying to get out of his arms once he has you. You also learn that he likes seals, but you try to catch squid and even, once or twice, small sharks for him to snatch on. He returns the favor with a bounty of fish and even guides you to better fishing spots. He's always eager to hand you the fish he catches to you personally. You don't think too much of it when you take it in your gloved hands and his grin widens. (You think he looks infatuated whenever you stumble upon an old seashell or half-plucked feathers or shiny, chipped scales and figure he might think it's pretty, but you don't take it to heart—he probably just likes trinkets.)
One day, when the sea is calm and the fish are nowhere to be found, Eclipse decides you are due for a break. You both lounge on the deck of your smelly boat. You don't even push away Eclipse's hands while precious work minutes slip by, resting your head on his chest to his great pleasure. Eclipse manages to coax a few confesses from your lips with a few slippery musical notes in his voice. You really don't know why you start rambling like this, like a fool. You tell him you don't have anybody, but nobody has you. Sometimes, you don't feel like a person because the only time you talk to another human being is when business over the fish is conducted. You're so used to not having anyone to talk to that when you talk to Eclipse, your voice becomes hoarse and dry, but you don't mind. You don't mind at all, lately.
He tells you in that way of his that is as true as the sun and moon that he has you. You don't believe him, but you pull out a little... gift you've been quietly crafting for the past while you've known him.
Now is as good as ever to give him a simple piece of jewelry you made with a cord and yet another seashell that's so old and pale pink that no one will notice or care for it, but he takes it from you with awe. He ties it around his wrist and shows you how pretty it looks against his black and white markings. He says you need to strengthen your voice. You need to talk to him more. He will listen, and he will listen when you sing, too. The mere thought of you singing of all things jars you enough to finally pull you out of this fancy and get you back on your feet, scouring the sea for fish to catch.
Eclipse is still wearing the seashell when he drops back into the water, and he doesn't let you out of his sights on the sea. You're left to wonder if you're a fool for giving a siren a gift or for feeling pleased that he wears it so proudly.
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