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Hi my name is Count Doctor Hannibal Lecter VIII M.D. im a cannibal (that’s how I got my name) and I have shiny brown hair with gold streaks and silver tips that reaches my mid-neck and maroon eyes that reflect red pinpoints like limpid blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Sandro Botticelli (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Lady Murasaki but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cannibal but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale golden skin. I’m also a doctor, and I own a psychiatric practice in Baltimore where I help my patients (I’m forty-seven). I’m an aristocrat (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly brown. I love Garrison Bespoke and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a brown plaid suit with a matching silk pocket square and a blue paisley tie, blue socks and brown oxfords. I was wearing pink lipstick, beige foundation, gold highlighter and concealer on my eyebrows. I was walking outside the BSHCI. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of fbi agents stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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sangco · 11 months
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blue nightshade
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crovoroh · 4 months
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theyre doing detective work 😌
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lover-of-skellies · 9 months
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How do I ask for validation that all the creative stuff I do isn't for nothing, without being annoying 🤔
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star-mum · 4 months
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I spent an EMBARRASSING amount of time doing this (like watched 2 full length movies while doing it) but here it is
My boy ♥️
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for @flamesandpages 🌟 took a few liberties with my own theory here. also, no editing—first draft, only draft! hope you don't mind.
based on my tags on this post.
He will always call it a coincidence, though Jackie believes otherwise, and Pete Tyler knows better than to disturb their as-yet-unbelievable peace by arguing with his indomitable wife.
"Right place, right time," he says in the days and hours after. "Just pure luck."
"Rubbish! You're a hero, plain and simple."
"Well, I'm glad I was there anyway," he replies humbly. And that, at least, is the truth.
He didn't know what to expect when he went back for her; he certainly didn't anticipate the sight of her legs flying up off the ground, hair streaming behind her, her eyes wide and tear-filled from wind and terror.
Her mouth had been open in a silent scream, a voiceless call for help from her Doctor, who could do nothing but brace his own body against the pull of the void. "Rose!" the alien was shouting. "Hold on! Hold on!"
But he was close enough to do something about it.
It was just instinct. Pure reaction. Before his weight could shift and tip him backwards into oblivion, Pete's hands flew out, grasping the handle of the lever to which she clung. Her hands were cold, bloodless. He gripped her so tight he was certain it hurt. But he didn't think of that until later.
"Hang on!" he cried. "I've got you. Don't let go!"
She couldn't answer—not with words. She only barely managed a nod before a silvery arm whipped past them, and she ducked her head away. More came, some coming within inches of his own head.
He thought, in that moment, that this might be the end—and to his horror, he wouldn't even see it coming.
It felt interminable, the brightness and the wind. His fingers froze, and still he gripped tighter. But soon the flashes in his periphery seemed more white than silver. The wind was an uninterrupted scream, unbroken by the juddering howls of Daleks or half-issued Cyber commands. His eyes, now watering, left Rose, and turned to the abyss that seemed, almost impossibly, to be turning in on itself.
Closing.
"I've got to go," he said, turning his head back to his daughter—because she was his daughter, no matter what he'd told her before. It was impossible to look at her and not see the pieces of his Jackie, of himself in her stark jaw and soulful eyes, which blinked at him through tears and running makeup. "It's closing."
She seemed paralyzed by her horror. But he didn't have long. There wasn't time…
"I'll look out for Jackie," he said, speaking fast. His voice, usually so sure, was filled with emotion. "And I'll never forget you. How you saved two worlds. I'll never let Jackie forget either, as if she could."
His words earned him a smile, and Pete felt himself smiling too, even as the whistle intensified. His window was closing; his fingers loosened.
But he chanced one last thought. "I'm proud to have a daughter like you, Rose. In any universe."
A tear slipped down her cheek, so quickly he thought it might be an illusion. He wished he could wipe it away. It seemed the fatherly thing to do, and now he'd never get that chance.
"Dad," she said, voice breaking.
But it was too late. He was letting go, and losing his balance. He had only a second—just one horrible, endless second—to smack that big yellow button.
And he did, stumbling forward into a different world. Into Jackie's arms, which shook as they wrapped around him. It seemed dark without the pure light of the void. His legs bowed and steadied like he'd just got back from sea.
"Where's Rose?" Jackie had cried. "Where's my daughter?"
Pete Tyler could barely catch his breath, but he had enough in him to say, "She's safe. She's with the Doctor." He looked up, into Jackie's crystalline blue eyes. "She's safe."
Time is a funny thing.
It seems an eternity between her letting go—or, Pete letting go of her—or the pull of the void letting go of them both—and when she hits the ground. But it can't be more than a second. Maybe two.
All she knows is when she lands, it hurts.
"Rose!"
The Doctor's voice sounds loud and clear and close, after the numbing volume of the wind. But that's because he is close. As she pushes herself up to her feet, wrists smarting, he is very close—running into her bodily with almost as much force as gravity itself.
They tumble backwards together. She hits the ground again, but this time, it doesn't hurt so much. It just feels like arms and legs and frantic hearts-beats, so fast and strong that she can feel them through his suit.
"Rose," he says, over and over. "Rose—Rose—Rose." Like he's been stripped of his entire vocabulary.
It makes her smile—makes her laugh, too, as she burrows into the welcome of his embrace, breathing in the scent of wool. "Can't get rid of me that easy," she rasps. Her throat is parched; she doesn't care. She tips her head up, or something like it. "Best not try it again, though."
"I won't." He answers so fast, there's not even an instant of hesitation. His arms go tighter around her. "Never, ever again."
He sounds like he means it.
She knows he does when the first kiss lands on her forehead—then her nose—then her chin. Before she can think better of it, she is returning the kisses. Little ones on his freckled cheeks, and his fluttery eyelids, and his permanently clean-shaved jaw.
One lands just right, and it's their lips, and she decides that all adventures ought to end this way.
Maybe a bit less sore. Maybe not rolling about on the floor.
But otherwise, just like this.
This, she believes, is the happiest of endings.
"Did you mean it?" she'll ask, someday, in the future. "What you said, when Pete rescued me."
"I did. I'll never send you away again, Rose. I'll never leave you behind." They will be in a tight spot, when this conversation happens. The Doctor will be getting a bit shifty—a bit anxious about her safety and other such nonsense.
But he'll smile, and it will be a little guilty, because he'll have been thinking about it. Which is why she'll have brought it up.
She always knows.
"It never seems to stick, anyway," he'll add. Which will make her laugh, which in turn will make his smile a little brighter. "I've learned my lesson."
"Quite right, too," she'll reply, beaming away. "Guess that means you're stuck with me."
"Stuck with you," he'll say, "that's not so bad."
And that, she knows, will be the truth.
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filet-o-feelings · 9 months
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okay I outlined the rest of library boy, is that enough? can I post it now?
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piratadelamor · 2 years
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today we're gonna talk about HEITOR SANTANA because he's literally THE ideal man and no one talks about it
first of all just look at his character stats page. his current worry is that he really wants to adopt a puppy. that's so sweet. this guy is 6'8" and i bet he'd speak to his puppy with a baby voice and cuddle him to sleep. also his favorite drink is caipirinha just like any good brazilian..... i'm just obsessed with his energy. brazilians cmon i know you're with me!!!!! i wanna go to a barbecue with him
second of all: HE'S A ROMANTIC......... the best of them... the last of them maybe...that's a lie actually it's him and tanaka. they should meet and become friends fr i think their energy match. but anyway, heitor and nice make such a beautiful couple i love them so much... their marriage proposal was SOOOOOO 😍❤ nice was amazing...and when we see them watching hinata's match with their kids AND a dog?? the puppy he finally adopted?????? sorry i just KNOW he's a malewife and he's living his dream i love this family so much
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LOOK!!!!! they're SUCH a beautiful and happy couple i love them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! u look at them and u instantly believe in love again!!!!!!
ok third have you SEEN his arms......... unbelievable
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honestly.................................... why isn't anyone taking about him he's literally the hottest man in haikyuu EXCUSE me.
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anyway i would marry him without thinking twice about it i just think he's THE man. he's hot and he loves dogs kids his wife and a good drink what else could i ever ask for in a man???/??? girl let's get our priorities straight and stan heitor satana from now on thank you
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leclercsbf · 7 months
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rawkinks · 8 months
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it’s 3am and i’m crying about how much i love my boyfriend.
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blujayonthewing · 2 years
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the self conscious reluctance to hype or even mention my patreon because the whole point of the platform is to give creators money and it feels impertinent to imply that what I do is worth money VERSUS the fact that you can follow creators on patreon for free and get email notifications for their public posts and at the end of the day what I want the most is just for people to actually see the art I share
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swarmfly · 1 year
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I finally caught one of the livestreams last night (I'm in Canada so it's at like ass o'clock in the morning for me) and it made me so fuckin happy. Every time I catch clips of them on stage I'm reminded of just how much MCR means to me. I've carried them with me for over half of my life, their art has impacted me in ways I can't fully explain. I'm just so greatful to be here and to be alive to experience this alongside so many people who feel the same.
I just took my meds and also had coffee so It's Real Kvelling Hours™️ over here so ignore me if you find this sappy shit boring-
I used to get so embarrassed about saying shit like "This band saved my life" because I was scared of sounding cringey or obsessive, but they really did and I'm so fucking thankful. They helped me save myself, this community helped me save myself, and thanks to that I'm living a life I could have never imagined.
I remember being 12 years old, making my first emo little tumblr account and finding the MCR community. My friends and I making matching URLs and blog themes, sharing memes and making edits and just having so much fun. Throughout all the terrible, scary times I've been able to come back here and have a safe place to just engage in my special interest and find some peace. I might have grown apart from those friends, but this community has always felt like home to me so I don't exactly feel alone in it.
It's because of this community, as well as MCR's loud acceptance, support and welcoming of queer people that I've really learned how to be proud and unashamed of my queer identity. When I was in situations where I wasn't being accepted or treated fairly, it made that shit hurt far less knowing that there were so many good people out there like me, and that would support me. Now with all the scary shit going on in the world it's been really comforting to know that I still have this to turn to.
So basically thank you MCR for making art that's shaped me in ways I hold so close to my heart and will forever, Thank you MCR Community for existing alongside me and sharing this beautiful experience, we might not be perfect but I've felt safer here than I have any other fan space, and thank you Autism Brain for slapping me in the face repeatedly with this special interest for over a decade without a moment's rest you're the real MVP.
#lmao sorry for the ramble im just euphoric about being alive right now and after i caught the stream i was like#this is why#i really didnt intend to live this long but im extremely greatful that i did because after years and years of back to back trauma#and painful recovery#im finally living the best life i ever had#im about to go pick up my girlfriend who is the best partner ive ever had and also one of my best friends#yesterday i made a handful of new friends and connections at shul and ive found a wonderful jewish community in this city#ive made friends with someone who went through the same trauma as me at the hands of the same person and have found support and validation#as well as a really good friendship there#my friends are getting married and having kids and making beautiful art and sharing it with me#im making beautiful art and sharing it with my friends#ive also found a home in the local punk community and have been going to shows at sketchy little dive bars and basements and backyards#or just in parks downtown#im getting the surgeries i want for my transition and health and ive got a great medical team behind me and a new therapist and meds#that actually work for me#also my cat has just been such a clingy happy baby lately and is just the Sweetest little guy#life is good life is so fucking good and im so glad i decided to stay alive#if you needed a sign to stay alive this is it please#life can be so scary and awful and traumatic but there are beautiful things out there i promise#and sometimes they take a while and some effort to reach but its so fucking worth the wait and the work it takes to get here#community has played a huge part in that for me#humans can be really beautiful when they're loving and kind to others#anyway if you read all this congratulations we're best friends now thanks for watchinf me dissect my brain u can take some of it#and put it in a jar with some isopropyl alcohol :)
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prometheis · 1 year
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You don't have to post this but just sending you a message of support! RP should be fun as it is literally a hobby we are all part of, creating fictional characters in fictional worlds. In RP, as in life, people have closer friends than others, and it makes sense that you'd want to write with them. And the fact that you still have friends submit apps (with some not being accepted/no freebies which would honestly be easier for you all if you're just giving roles to friends) is additional proof. There are so many roleplays out there, and if a certain group doesn't accept you, that's okay because you can always apply for another one. RPs also don't last forever...there are endless possibilities to the groups you can be part of and the writers you can meet. It's meant to be fun! I didn't apply to Blue Devils because I didn't have the time but it looks great and like there are a number of talented writers in it. Wishing you & the other mods much success!
i literally couldn’t agree more and thank you so much for sending this and saying all of this. i, and the blue devils admin team, really appreciate it. the rpc has been and will always be big enough to accommodate any and every style of roleplay and writing. "criticising" other forms of rp or writing for some perceived flaw is so counterproductive to an artistic form that invites endless creativity and innovation.
whatever type of aesthetics, genres, writing style, app format you’re looking for, there’s going to be a roleplay out there for you because there are admins who love what they do so much they want to create them for you. building a group from the ground up is a labour of love. it demands so much time, energy, passion and all the daily/weekly/monthly maintenance work to keep it running — and we do this all for fun in our free time! it's an incredible shame when someone that admins groups sees fit to disrespect another admin's work and dedication. i can only speak for the admins and players i've met but these people pour their heart and soul into making groups and creating and writing characters that consistently inspire me to be a better writer.
the idea that an admin would invest countless hours into writing plots and worldbuilding and skeletons — and making edits, coding html, promoting their rp if they so choose to — and managing the admin and comms of a rp, just to be wrongfully dismissed and accused of being “pretentious” “only doing it for the praise” is absolutely ludicrous. it’s literally so easy to mind your own business and just let other people do their thing and find joy in the groups and communities you’re already part of. and i say that only because op has never apped for any of our groups nor shown any interest in apping, but the door would always have been open for them to do so.
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fabulouslygaybean · 2 years
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gerard way gender rant in the tags bc this is my blog so i get to talk abt what i want and it's been on my mind for a hot minute
#like... it just feels weird that ppl are taking them wearing a dress to mean that they've come out as transfem?#please tell me y'all haven't forgotten that clothes don't equal gender right. like a dress is not inherently Female#it just leaves a weird taste in my mouth. it would be 110% fine if he WAS transfem but it feels weird to just assume#he has talked abt how he relates to trans women and that he's struggled with gender and that's valid!! im not denying any of that!!#but they've talked about how they dislike applying labels to himself and i feel like im the only person who finds it weird that ppl are -#- so quick to jump to the nearest label the moment he wears something more gnc than he usually does#also like.. its one thing to say that they're probably not cis. which is very true#but another thing to be so adamant that he's a 100% binary trans woman that it comes off as more intrusive than anything#they probably aren't cis. they've struggled with gender and use he/they pronouns and use some typically feminine terms to refer to himself#and it's fine to look up to him when it comes to gender!! i admire the fact that he's so open about it and i find comfort in knowing that -#- in a way he's kinda like me!! they love their trans fans and don't rlly consider themselves cis but also hasn't said anything about -#- using the word trans to describe himself. and those things can coexist. there can be a gray area between cis and trans#idk man. it just feels weird. i dont like how ppl force labels onto someone who has made an effort to avoid labels.#are they probably queer? absolutely. im not denying that. is it still weird that folks are being oddly invasive about his gender? yeah.#we're allowed to talk about his relationship with gender/sexuality + how he's always been focused on making a welcome space for queer folks#but acting as if it's Written Fact to assume he's a binary trans person is just. weird.#to clarify: this isn't me being mad at anyone in particular. if you're one of the folks who talks abt them being transfem then whatever.#im too tired rn to have any kind of beef with y'all. in the end we all basically know nothing. the only one who understands his -#- relationship with gender is gerard themself. im no expert. im just some queer teenager on the internet.#ive just seen it being passed around and i needed to type this out for myself so i can figure out WHY it was making me uncomfortable#nobody's obligated to agree with me or to even pay attention to this. im rlly only writing it out for myself and myself only.#im keeping the reblogs turned off though bc i don't wanna start fights over it
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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23 things I learned in 2023:
Breaking promises to yourself is essentially telling yourself you’re not worthy of commitment or effort.
Listen to people when they tell you who they are.
People put their best foot forward when they first meet you. If they’re already being shitty, it’s likely only going downhill from here.
Self-care isn’t always indulging instant gratification and not doing hard things. I was actually at my most fulfilled when I did hard things DESPITE not feeling like it.
If you’re clinging to other people for fulfillment or validation, you probably don’t like yourself very much.
It’s never the end of the world like we think it is.
If someone wants to walk out of your life, let them. Never be in the business of changing people, even when it comes to changing how they think about you.
Brutally honest communication is everything, but that can also coincide with tactful kindness. Neither is mutually exclusive.
Having a routine makes a massive difference.
Comparison is pointless. No one else has been dealt the same cards you’ve been dealt.
Envy is a waste of time. Instead of being envious of other people, view them as proof of concept.
Self-accountability is important. We are fallible and it’s okay to make mistakes; we just need to own up to them.
Every failure is an opportunity for growth.
Every severed friendship, failed opportunity, lost connection etc etc leaves space for better things to replace it.
We are not tethered to people’s image of us. We are free to change ourselves whenever we please.
It’s not other people’s way, but it’s my way—and that’s all that matters.
Someone denying you love does not erase you.
Piggybacking off the last point—someone not acknowledging the virtues you have doesn’t mean that you don’t have those virtues.
All that really matters are the opinions of the handful of people who truly love you, as well as your opinion of yourself.
Waiting at least 15 minutes before reacting to something. Never trust yourself during the moments when something just hits (learned this the hard way).
Situations are complex and almost never a one size fits all. Asking for advice is okay, but take it with a grain of salt/ultimately follow your own judgment.
Social media isn’t the devil, but scrolling endlessly is. Make an intentional effort to supplant screen time with books and hobbies and friends and tangible, real life things.
We all die one day. None of this is that deep and none of this really matters. Stop taking things so seriously and just enjoy the process 🤍
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mimicsapprentice · 10 months
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* Posts art, immediately starts gnawing at the bit because I require attention / interaction *
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