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soranatus · 9 months
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The Spider Target By Dan Martins, a character designer and illustrator
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somerandomdudelmao · 1 month
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Part 5….i think?
Big woman. Big hair. Oscar being an idiot👍
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Lap Pillow
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originalaccountname · 6 months
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My turn to be skk-posting
in my ideal vision, when they finally get in something resembling a relationship (as adults, they were Not There as teenagers), it's because they both want it, which means they unlock previously forbidden features with each other like sharing a bed instead of a couch (you all know about my weird obsession with skk and couches), but also freely touching.
Dazai is a rather tactile person; my guy is freed after 2 weeks in prison and the first thing he does is dance, poke at, lean/hug and play with the hair of the first non-evil person (a stranger) he meets. Being with Chuuya, he constantly finds himself in Chuuya's bubble, and indulges in ways he usually can't with others. That often means direct skin contact, not even with ulterior motives, but really just because he is allowed and he wants to.
Chuuya on the other hand has never done something gently ever: he is fierce, he cares and loves intensely, and he never lets go, but he barely knows the concept of a reassuring gesture (working on it). Dazai being in his bubble wouldn't bother him at all by that point, but the handsy part? it's awkward. needs some getting used to. It's a learning opportunity.
And when Chuuya gets used to it and finally makes a move to return the favour? it's Dazai who short-circuits.
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essektheylyss · 4 months
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Life hack: if you start EXU: Calamity at 14:04:18 (2:04:18 PM) on December 31st, you can experience the finale of the Avalir fireworks extravaganza at exactly midnight.
And then, if you really wanna set the tone, you can kick off your year by screaming into a pillow for the remaining ten hours of runtime!
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actual-changeling · 4 months
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i just thought about the possibility of getting to see aziraphale and crowley run towards each other across a battlefield and crash together in a hug, holding on for dear life and tumbling to the floor, and nothing else—NOTHING else—matters anymore.
the world can end but they will never let go again.
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erismourn · 6 months
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Remember that allyship to any anti racist, decolonial, etc cause is a marathon, not a sprint. Staying up all night watching the live feed of the latest atrocities will not give you the strength you need to keep fighting tomorrow. Others will be bearing witness. We're stronger when we work together, and the ability to work together comes from knowing our own strengths and limits
This is to say: burning yourself out emotionally and physically is not the best way to help the cause if you can avoid it. Pace yourself.
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teatimebanter · 6 months
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almost done, officer
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neongreengummiebears · 2 months
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Not to sound like a boomer on main, because I love my phone- I do. But I really miss the day when I could hang out in public without having to hear everyone else's phones. I don't care if there are babies crying (because babies cry sometimes) or if other people are having conversations (because that's what people come to cafes and such to do) but hearing tinny little phone sounds blasting out loud out of their speakers drives me insane. I'm only in my 30's, why are you making me complain about how things were "back in my day" like I'm 80? Public phone noise is prematurely aging me. Send help.
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stuffbymail · 1 year
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oooooh you want to play the world ends with you games so bad oooooh
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luxrayz64 · 1 month
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like we were so fucking robbed of seeing perez in the wake of saw vs events I want to see her getting out of the hospital and flipping tables and pointing a gun in ericksons face after being told that strahm is the lead suspect. I want to see her having a breakdown after strahms fingerprints come back dead. I want to see her hand twitching over her gun everytime she sees hoffman. I want to see her fucking losing it and desperate to avenge her friend and partner and to clear his name. I want to see the thought process that lead to her inviting known serial killer mark hoffman to the basement lab just so she could torture him psychologically before she had a legitimate excuse to shoot him. I want to see more of her and I want to see how strahms death impacted her the way the reverse impacted him.
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local dog unused to such fluff & tenderness, more at 8
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Me reading the apothecary diaries light novel: so Mao Mao and Jinshi really take every opportunity to bully Basen huh
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strawberrystepmom · 5 months
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im saying this with all of the love and affection and adoration i have for each of u in my heart but yall have got to learn to just scroll past things you don't like
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rebouks · 2 months
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Robin: I had an idea at dinner-.. stand there. Clementine: I’ve never been good in front of a camera… Robin: It’s just an experiment. Clementine: Oh? Robin: You’d think there’d be more proof of ghosts existing if people could take pictures of ‘em, right? Clementine: Then perhaps we already know the outcome of this experiment? [Robin hummed, staring at the screen of his camera with a mixture of resignation and disappointment] Clementine: Well? Robin: You’re not there. Clementine: You don’t sound too surprised. Robin: I s’pose I’m not-.. do you even exist, Clem? Clementine: Ohh, that’s a loaded question, isn’t it? [Robin threw himself onto the couch, letting out a sigh far too wearisome for someone his age] Robin: No one else can see or hear you, and you’re technically not tangibly here either… What if you’re just in my head? What if there’s something like, majorly wrong with me? Clementine: I think you’re just special, darlin’. Robin: Weird, you mean. [Robin flexed his fingers against his chest, wondering what on earth had made him so different from everyone else] Robin: Did I tell you I made a friend on holiday? Clementine: How lovely! Robin: I guess-.. ‘cept I couldn’t even talk to her. Clementine: Oh. Robin: I always thought it was a choice n’ stuff-.. I’m starting to think I might just be broken though, like someone didn’t put me together right, or forgot to turn off creative mode before saving my character. [Robin’s comparison to a video game went straight over Clementine’s head, but it seemed more like he was thinking aloud than expecting a reply, so she didn’t interrupt him] Robin: I bet Alex would believe me-.. I got the feeling she was different too, maybe… Clementine: What makes you think that? Robin: I don’t know, vibes-.. wishful thinking? [Robin could have gone on, but someone had finally discovered that he wasn’t in bed…] Oscar: It’s way past midnight, what’re you doing up here? [Robin shrugged despondently; talking to himself, imaginary friends, ghosts? Each excuse more insane than the last] Oscar: C’mon, we’re not on holiday anymore… … Oscar: It’s only been a few days bud-.. she’ll write soon enough. Robin: How’d you know what I was thinking? Oscar: I’m a super good guesser. [Robin would’ve liked to believe that his father possessed the same abilities as him, but he’d be much more perturbed by his son’s presence if that were the case. He closed his eyes with a morose sigh, deciding that sleep was about the best escape he could hope for]
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theostrophywife · 5 months
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is this a sick fucking joke?
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