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#ohhhh sad thought!
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a surprise reboot of the show!
que the puppets fleeing while a heavy working crew fuckin snatches everyone up in nets to clean the place us
"should we muzzle sally?"
"she fuckin bit me!"
"doesnt answer the question"
"wally stole my wallet!"
"hes legally allowed to, travis."
yk what i'd really wanna see is how they wrangle the massive dog & the equally tall four-armed caterpillar. Wally would get netted and Barnaby would appear behind the person, about to ruin their entire career
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kabru-of-utaya · 27 days
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The thing for me with the Kabru and Laios scene in ch.76 is that I think making it romantic takes something fundamentally away from it and away from Kabru's character arc. However you choose to see their relationship, personally, I don't see them as romantic- I think it has to be exclusively a confession of friendship and one of the very very few times in the manga that Kabru is ever genuine. It's so fucked up how we went from the beginning when Kabru said he doesn't trust the Toudens, he thinks they're doing something shady, he thinks they're malicious, he doesn't trust Laios, to now such desperation that he's chasing after him and grabbing onto his clothes like a child begging him to stop and listen to him. It's such a sad display considering how Kabru is always so well put together. Him getting so desperate that he admits how all he ever wanted was to be Laios's friend, and then his look of horror as he realizes he admitted something he never wanted to admit, he was vulnerable without wanting to be? Then for Laios to turn around and say he was lying, that there were better ways to make friends, and that he didn't have time for this conversation. Oh, it hurts so bad. Kabru has no real friends, not really. Only Rin has gotten close enough to be considered it, he has been a hated child all his life, he has never fit in anywhere. You would never guess it with the way he acts, with his casually confident he is and how personable he is, but he didn't fit in from the moment he was born. No one truly knows him. How lonely to be disowned and hated by all your family besides your mother, to lose your mother when you were still so young, to be taken to a country where no one recognized you as someone to be respected because of your life span, to not be allowed to take on dungeons how you wanted to because you weren't good enough in the elves eyes. Even now, even when he wanted to make friends, Laios and Falin never noticed him, never paid attention, never listened, and what is Laios doing in that scene beside the exact same thing. He tried to shut down Kabru so many times, to the point that Kabru had to force him to listen by way of physical force. How sad for such a horrifying admittance to simply be, "I always wanted to be your friend". I think taking that scene to be a lead-in for romance undermines how truly sad and lonely Kabru's life has been leading to this moment where such a gutwrenching confession is just that of wanting a friend.
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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cw: mention of previous abuse, dad Dabi, mom reader, mention of childbirth, angst
new dad touya that doesn’t know how to deal with his son. he’s growing too fast and his smiles are so big, but he’s still not sure how to just be with him.
touya isn’t abusive in the slightest, not like his shit for brains dad. he can acknowledge, after you’ve drilled it into his head on cold nights where you had to hold his quivering cheeks in your hand, that he’s better. that he’s trying. that he’s a great dad.
he doesn’t really believe it. it’s hard to believe that he’s a great dad when his son, still covered in that fresh newborn smell, stares up at him with matching azure blue eyes, the little shit, and he finds it hard to smile back. it’d be easier to smile back if he could guarantee a life with no trauma, with the perfect pair of parents, that he’d love him as much as his tiny little face deserved.
touya can still hear the labor and delivery nurse tell him that he must’ve gotten on your nerves for the baby to look so much like him, and that they’ve never seen a baby that fresh out the womb smile so big at their dad. he hands the little bundle back to you, and glares at the nurse who hands him a tissue. he takes it anyway.
touya loves his son. so goddamn much that it hurts, but, he doesn’t know how to be a dad. and he knows that you don’t know how to be a mom either, that it’s a learning process for the both of you. but he’s so scared—he’s terrified that he’ll fuck up this innocent brat with his ruin. with his scars and history and the want to better but never knowing how to just be.
so he leaves. it’s the day after your sons first birthday that you celebrated together in your home.
you thought everything was okay, that he was starting to get the hang of being a dad. he did everything right, why couldn’t he stay? he sat on the floor with your son and changed his diaper and made him giggle those addicting baby giggles? he carried your son everywhere whenever he cried after being sat down without a single complaint? he helped him open his birthday presents? he didn’t smash the cake in his face, only swiped a little icing on his sons nose to hear that addicting baby giggle? he held your son like he could never let him go?
how could he just go like this? you thought he was finally learning and accepting how to be a dad? what happened?
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justablah56 · 1 year
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I'm literally insane about him <3
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yeah, so this is kinda how I imagined Glenn at the very beginning of the podcast vs just after his prison break. maybe at some point I'll also draw demon Glenn, but for now ? just know that I'm soso sad abt him
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istanbulite · 9 months
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lmao coworkers said ohoho honey you wont b able to b on your phone so much later bc you ll b busy cooking and cleaning for your husband, so value this freedom rn ✧*。
um...Nightmare
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knowlesian · 2 years
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thinking about ed, and walls that become cages.
because we know ed is young when he kills his father; we can assume he’s just as young when he leaves home. young when he has to start fending for himself and keep the world not just at a distance but learn to bite back without crossing the fine line between being somebody’s eventual and immediate c.o.d.
that takes control. it takes a certain amount of planning. it takes understanding that people see what they want to see unless they’re looking carefully or you give them a reason to do otherwise.
because there’s no reason to disbelieve ed, when he confesses that to stede; we can have our own take on if he's defining murder right, but when it comes to ed the character with his own internal moral structure, he defines it so that the last person he killed personally was his father.
so the years with hornigold, pirate frat bro’ing it up with jack: nobody figures it out. he leaves home barely more than a kid, grows into a man in a culture where his line there would be anything but the accepted norm, and as far as we know nobody ever figures it out. he becomes the legend, he makes izzy his first mate; nobody knows.
he presents himself as blackbeard: legendary pirate. the kraken is his private shame, the thing he tells himself in his worst moments, and ed is who he is when he’s alone. blackbeard bridges the gap, in some ways, at the same time it protects him.
who would think blackbeard doesn’t kill? it’s ludicrous. he’s born of the devil. a million knives and guns and a head made of smoke. he has made himself so motherfucking scary all it takes is the evocation of his imagined wrath to make people surrender.
like ed said: he doesn’t even need to be on the ship.
the parts of piracy ed enjoyed— thinking fast in new ways and not the same old shit, equally new daring adventures, buckling some swashes and having gay sex via swordfights literal and colloquial that aren’t weird and depressing— are now basically all off the table.
he doesn't have to do much but run from one easy win to the next, maybe plot a daring escape in between, but it’s all the fucking same. he built blackbeard to protect himself; his secrets, his tender underbelly. and then he built blackbeard as a channel for his very real anger, because among the many rational responses to a lifetime of unfair bullshit is being pissed off about it.
violence isn’t ed’s instinct, but push people far enough and they push back. physical violence absolutely provided him a shield (nobody suspects the guy who chops off toes and make people eat them of not liking murder, because... that’s fucking terrifying holy shit that is MURDER BASEMENT territory, if you don't know all the secrets ed told stede, or we as an audience saw in flashback)  but it also provided an outlet for that anger.
he's older now; still angry, because the world is still fucked up, but no longer satisfied channeling everything into the same old expected patterns and only letting his other impulses bleed in around the edges until the world (or izzy) reminds him to pull it back in and be who he is supposed to be.
this is the problem of becoming blackbeard so nobody will be able to see ed, and the things he doesn’t want them to see; self-fucking-fulfilling prophecy. he needed blackbeard, once upon a time, but he’s outgrown blackbeard. it always hurt him, but it used to give him things he needed. 
the utility’s gone. all being blackbeard does is hurt him now and he wants to figure himself out beyond the boundaries of his legend but he built the foundations of said legend so well knocking them over also involves toppling pillars of identities that aren't even his.
it is an absolute goddamned pickle of a bitch of a Situation. i enjoy these writers a lot but also: ow?
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meezer · 6 months
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ohhhh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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wantbytaemin · 1 year
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i hope everyone’s having a better day than i am 🫠
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stealthystealthy · 1 year
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I am so in love with my ballerina!quackity and pianist!wilbur au, I have poetry, a playlist and a pinterest board that go with it
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Does anybody else’s family gatherings have this like constant, background sense of aging and loss and the inevitability of death or is that just mine
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nanamimizz · 1 year
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miss mao u are everything to me
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seventh-fantasy · 1 year
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old-lorarri · 4 months
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐄! ─ 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ it's off season and charles fellow drivers thought it would be a good idea to challenge his streamer girlfriend to see who is better at f1 2023 ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ charles leclerc x fem! gf! streamer! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . . ❨ ngl loved doing this so so much as gamer boy charles is so close to my heart so I hope you guys like this and enjoy! ❩
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❨ taglist | masterlist ❩
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yourinstagram . 4hrs ago
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seen by charles_leclerc oscarpiastri 23,473,573 others
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liked by charles_leclerc landonorris 67,287,478 others
tagging → alexalbon georgerussell63 landonorris maxverstappen1 pierregasly
yourinstagram my reaction when these goofy ass mother fuckers think they can beat me at f1 2023 off season is getting to them already - stream tonight @ 9:30 CET
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user I can smell the chaos cooking from a mile off 🧑‍🍳
charles_leclerc easy dub come one!!! ⤷ user the mf already knows they have lost and tbh I can't blame him these other men are FOULISH if they think they can beat THE Y/N L/N 💀
user oh god this isn't gonna end well for these lads 💀
alexalbon lily said be nice to me ⤷ yourinstagram just texted her and she said not such thing 🤔
user I just know Y/N is gonna cook them 😭😭😭
landonorris let's make this more interesting loser or losers has to post admitting the other is the best and the sexiest on earth ⤷ yourinstagram ohhhh I'm listening 👀
user do they know how competitive Y/N is?!??!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!
user the collab we needed 🫡🫡🫡
georgerussell63 I'm scared 😱😱😱 ⤷ yourinstagram you should be 🙂
pierregasly you forget who does this for a living 🤣 ⤷ yourinstagram looks like someone is gonna be jobless after this 😊
maxverstappen1 ready to lose? ⤷ yourinstagram no but are you?
user this group 🔛🔝
user gonna stay up just to watch this 😆
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charles_leclerc . 3hrs ago
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alexalbon georgerussell63 landonorris maxverstappen pierregasly
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liked by charles_leclerc yourinstagram 62,378,452 others
alexalbon georgerussell63 landonorris maxverstappen1 pierregasly Y/N is the best f1 2023 player of all time, and Charles Leclerc is the sexiest man alive
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yourinstagram bet's a bet gentlemen 😊
yourinstagram couldn't you find better photo's? ⤷ alexalbon no ⤷ georgerussell63 no ⤷ landonorris no ⤷ maxverstappen1 no ⤷ pierregasly no ⤷ yourinstagram at least I won 🥰
user god that stream was EVERYTHING
charles_leclerc THAT MY GIRLFRIEND YOU GUYS
charles_leclerc could you guys repeat that sentence again? ⤷ alexalbon no ⤷ georgerussell63 no ⤷ landonorris no ⤷ maxverstappen1 no ⤷ pierregasly no ⤷ charles_leclerc was worth a try 🤣
user Y/N really sad sit down boy let me show you how it's done 💅
user the biggest regret I have in life is missing this stream 😭 ⤷ georgerussell63 you didn't miss much just us getting out ass kicked 😔
landonorris remind me to never make a bet against you again 😐
user love that charles was Y/N's personal cheerleader the whole time 🤭🤭
user hey what if Y/N had a seat on the grid? ⤷ pierregasly then god help us all 😢 ⤷ yourinstagram your just saying that cuz you know I would kick your ass ☺️ ⤷ charles_leclerc you tell him babe 📢📢📢
user this is too funny to me 😭😭
user this is my roman empier 🫶🏼
alexalbon still think you found a way to cheat 🤔 ⤷ yourinstagram by doing what? being better 🤣🤣
maxverstappen1 god this hurt my pride ⤷ yourinstagram I can tell 😭😭
user my fav part was all of the guys fucking losing it when they lost for the 5762 time in a row
user these idiots (with love) really didn't know what they were getting into did they? ⤷ alexalbon no ⤷ georgerussell63 no ⤷ landonorris no ⤷ maxverstappen1 no ⤷ pierregasly no
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yourinstagram . 30min ago
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─ requested by . . .
anon ─ Hi, could you do something with times reader has shown up in the guys streams? (max, lando, charles, george, alex, etc.)
anon ─ Hi since you're requests are open can I please get something with Charles Leclerc dating a French streamer/YouTuber and theme outing their relationship by accident in a live stream or something like that, thank you in advance ❤️With "maghla" as a faceclaim plz.
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oldmyths · 2 years
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FUCK everyone who says halloween ends is bad it's AMAZING it's KIND OF MEDIOCRE and it's PERFECT
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draconic-desire · 6 days
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Gosh i just loved your Sunday fic.. 😫
Im wondering what about a naive type darling? With so much isolation, it has made darling insecure. Darling thinks Sunday deserves a better woman and just ups and leaves Sunday when he isnt home. But ofc is soon found not long after 😋
ohhhh so personally i imagine this happening after sunday uses the harmony one too many times on poor reader…you never saw it coming, never would have thought sunday would hurt you despite being isolated for so long. any thoughts you had about escaping, even going outside to see friends, are obliterated. sunday becomes your whole world.
Yan!Sunday x Naive!Gn!Reader
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You’ve been standing in front of Sunday’s door, fist raised and poised to knock, for twenty minutes now.
For what feels like the millionth time, you lower your hand, worrying your lip.
He’s been in there all day. Sunday is a busy man, his schedule constantly filled with meetings and Family affairs, but never too occupied that he would ignore you for an entire day.
Your mind fears the worst; even those initial days of being drowned in the Harmony, before you realized Sunday was trying to help you adjust to your life with him, is preferable to this. Did you do something wrong? Who is he in there with? Is he ignoring you?
Has he…grown tired of you?
The mere thought chills your heart and fills your veins with ice as you take a step back, inhaling sharply.
The wooden door before you is polished to a fault, bright enough that you can see your faint outline. It bitterly reminds you of how inferior you are compared to him, a mere speck of dust, a fleeting shadow on the wall.
You start to spiral. Surely Sunday, the most handsome and sought after man in Penacony, could have his pick of anyone—so why would he settle on you? Why did he bring you here, trap you in this mansion, keep you by his side, if only to throw you away in the end?
Did he never love you?
Why does that thought hurt you so much?
Heart pounding and tears blurring your vision, you quickly turn and flee, your knock forgotten.
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It has long grown dark on the streets of the Golden Hour.
The normally bustling city is slumbering, the only light provided by the plethora of flashing billboards that never sleep. The few individuals you have passed are either drunks stumbling home or the stray Intellitron. You’ve been walking aimlessly for hours, wiping away tears and fruitlessly searching for a way to escape to reality.
After all your time mulling in your sadness and insecurities, you have come to the conclusion that you should relieve Sunday of his care of you. He’s much better off without you, or rather with a better individual than you. He should be dating royalty, a celebrity, an angel. The type of person who would have knocked on that door, would have strutted confidently into his office and sat directly into his lap to—
Another pair of footsteps echo behind you.
You almost don’t hear them at first, but you most definitely see the haloed shadow on the wall in front of you.
“And where do you think you’re going, (Y/n)?”
You immediately freeze, your breathing becoming erratic and shallow. His voice sends little butterflies pounding against your chest, begging to fly to him.
“Do you really think this pathetic attempt to escape would succeed?” A hand wraps around your waist, spinning you around to meet golden eyes rimmed in violet. You expect them to be filled with anger, perhaps even loathing, but you’re shocked to discover they are brimming with nothing but thinly veiled panic.
His grip tightens when you don’t respond immediately. “Answer me, (Y/n).” His voice cracks as he says your name again. “Where have you been?”
Words clog in your throat. “I—I thought—you were—you didn’t want—”
“I’ve been searching everywhere for you. You weren’t thinking. I believed we had moved beyond your futile attempts to leave, that you understood that you are mine—”
“But what if I don’t deserve to be yours!”
The two of you freeze in the wake of your outburst. His breath hitches as you lower your head and whisper softly, “I thought you stopped loving me the same as I love you.”
For once, you’ve caught Sunday off guard. His beautiful gaze widens in shock as he truly takes in your form—shivering, tears rolling down your cheeks, nails digging into your palms—and realizes his mistake.
You left because you thought he didn’t want you.
The mere idea baffles him. Standing before him is the most beautiful individual he has ever seen. Every fiber of his being screams for him to lock you in a birdcage and throw away the key—you are a precious treasure, meant to sing only for him. He has created you to be the perfect devotee in his very image.
And all of his efforts have succeeded, because you said you loved him.
His anger and fear immediately melt into softness as he holds your face between both hands, his forehead lowered to press against yours. “Oh, darling, no. You cannot fathom the adoration I harbor for you, the multitude of praises I wish to preach each day in your name.”
His voice takes on a nearly holy reverence, but his eyes shine with an untamed desire. “There is nowhere you belong except for by my side. Finding you missing this evening nearly tore my heart out. You must never venture out again, do you understand, my precious dove?”
You sniff and lean into his touch, a smile parting the river of your tears. Yes, that’s right. That’s what the Harmony said before, too: your purpose is to please Sunday, to serve Sunday, to live for Sunday.
Why would you ever doubt his love?
Why would you ever want to leave him? What a silly idea.
You think you feel a tiny pull at the back of your mind, a hook that wants to tether you to reality. But a quick slash of a knife severs the line, leaving you floating in a sea of multicolored bliss.
“I’ll never doubt you again, Sunday. I love you.”
Sunday’s lips curl into a smirk as he lifts your chin and examines the rainbows dancing in your eyes. “I love you, too, (Y/n).”
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