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anaskunk · 4 months
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no wonder why they call it the midwest this place ass
everywhere look like a fucking liminal space
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firepollox · 2 months
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Starkid should make a nightmare time episode called "good mourning" about Dan and Donna
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sirmanmister · 1 year
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Behold one of the cutest things I’ve ever drawn
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monkiebois · 6 months
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Rune Alden. 17. He/Him
It was just a warmup at first but then music hit so I made it look cool. So say hi to the first oc im showing you guys.
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sigmalaussene · 2 months
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It’s Valentine’s Day so here’s a little wip spoiler of the sillies
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sister-lucifer · 1 year
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trans flag color picked from this photo of the onceler
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riality-check · 1 year
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part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
Steve wakes up early like he usually does. The sun is streaming through his window right into his eyes, his sheets are bunched at his waist, and Eddie is snoring way too close to his right ear.
Steve doesn’t move.
He glances at the clock. It’s early enough that Eddie would complain about the time even if he got a good amount of sleep last night. But he didn’t. Neither of them did, and Eddie had a panic attack on top of that, so he’s exhausted.
He deserves the sleep, so Steve lets him have it.
Steve, however, is still on a swimmer’s schedule even after two years of post-graduation life. He gets up and tries not to focus on last night.
They say nothing good happens after midnight, but nothing good happens before noon, either. Breakfast seems like a good first step, at least, before they sit down and talk.
Really talk, not huddle and cry on a hardwood floor.
Yeah. Steve needs food before they have that conversation.
He heads downstairs, where he sees Nancy sitting at the kitchen table, steaming cup of coffee in front of her.
Before he can say anything along the lines of “I thought you left” or “how did you figure out the coffeemaker, it took me two months to work the damn thing out,” Nancy points at the coffeemaker and says, “Yours should be done in about a minute. Light roast, right?”
“Yeah,” Steve says. His parents like dark roast. Despite both of them drinking it, that container is more full than the light roast. Steve’s gone through a container of his coffee since they last replaced theirs. He doesn’t even drink coffee all that often.
Sure enough, the coffeemaker finishes brewing, and Steve gingerly grabs his scorching mug and sits across from Nancy.
She still has her curlers in. He’d tease her for it if she didn’t look so exhausted.
He takes a peek into her mug. It’s half empty, but he can see that it’s dark.
“Dark roast, black?” he asks.
Nancy nods.
Nice to know some things haven’t changed since ‘83. Good that that coffee is getting used up.
“You know light roast has more caffeine, right?”
“I like the taste,” Nancy says. She takes a sip of it without grimacing, and Steve marvels at her.
He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop doing that, not really.
“I thought you left,” he says instead.
Nancy shrugs. “I was too tired to drive. My parents are out of town this weekend, anyway, and it’s not like Mike can use the car. I crashed on the couch. The blankets are in the wash right now.”
“I don’t care about the blankets,” Steve says. It’s true. They’re kind of ugly, too. Some gifts his great-aunt made for his parents’ wedding anniversary, he thinks. They’re warm though, and he likes that at least someone got some use out of them.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Nancy stares at him, but Steve knows she isn’t really looking at him. She’s just thinking.
“I think so,” she says after a minute. “Or at least I will be in a little while.”
Steve nods.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“No,” Steve says instantly. “I need at least a day, I think.”
“Yeah,” Nancy says. She takes another sip of coffee. “Last night was a lot.”
Steve sighs. “Yeah. It was.”
He picks up the mug and when he registers it’s not hot enough to make him want to immediately drop it, takes a sip of his coffee. It’s bitter as anything, and that’s when he realizes he forgot to add-
“Milk and two sugars?” Nancy offers. She’s already up, having gotten the milk from the fridge, and now stands on her tiptoes, trying to reach the sugar bowl in the cabinet to the left of the stove.
“I got it.” Steve pushes himself out of his chair, but by the time he’s on his feet, Nancy has the sugar bowl in hand and is setting it, along with the milk and a spoon, on the table.
Steve is both surprised and not that she remembered where everything is.
He adds both to his coffee, stirs it with the spoon, and takes a sip to make sure it’s actually good this time.
It is. Milk and two sugars never fails.
Nancy finishes her coffee and rinses the mug out in the sink. Then, she turns back to Steve.
“Do you think,” she says, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt, “that talking to someone might help you, too?”
Out of all the questions Nancy could possibly ask him, that wasn’t even on Steve’s radar.
He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t think about it. After everything, especially Starcourt, Steve knew he wasn’t quite all right. People who are okay don’t have nightmares that often, or get way too on edge because of flickering lights or Russian.
But that always seemed like a leap he couldn’t quite take. Therapy is for people who really aren’t okay. It’s something that isn’t talked about, not just in polite company, but possibly ever.
Steve doesn’t know if he’s reached that point yet.
But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about it.
He doesn’t voice any of this. He just takes a sip of his coffee. Swallows.
Says, “That really seemed to scare Eddie. When I brought it up.”
Nancy sits back down at the table. “Yeah. I’m surprised he didn’t go off more since he was already on edge.”
Oh. So she knew. And Steve didn’t.
“I don’t think you can be too mad about that,” Nancy says, and that’s when Steve realizes he was frowning. “You’d tell Robin something like that before you’d tell Eddie.”
Steve opens his mouth to reply, and, when he finds that he really can’t argue with that, closes it again.
“You could try asking him about it, though,” Nancy says. “He might tell you. I won’t, since it’s not my story, but he might tell you.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“Well, if it were me, I would press,” Nancy says. “But you’re not me, and that’s not the right thing to do, I don’t think. I think you just need to wait until he does.”
Steve nods. He’s not the world’s most patient person, but he thinks he can wait if it’s Eddie he’s waiting for.
“You didn’t answer my question, though,” Nancy says.
“What question?”
“Do you think talking to someone would help?”
Steve swallows and stays silent. He can feel Nancy’s eyes on him. He knows she’s not doing it on purpose, that she can’t shut off that intense stare of hers, but it makes him feel like a bug underneath a microscope anyway.
“How about this?” Nancy says after the silence stretches too thin. “How about we tell each other?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, we tell each other if it gets bad. We have to tell the other two, not just one other person.”
“What about Robin?” Steve says.
“Her too,” Nancy replies instantly. She isn’t brushing him off. Steve can tell that she means it, that she might even feel a little bit bad for not including her in the first place.
“We tell the other three,” Nancy says, “if it gets bad. That way, we share the load better. And it’s less scary.”
It is less scary. Steve knows Robin better than he knows anyone on the planet, is learning more about Eddie every day, and used to be able to read Nancy’s mind.
He wonders if he’ll be able to get there again with her. He hopes so. Really, he does.
“I think that could work,” he says.
The smallest of grins appears on Nancy’s face. “It’s less expensive, too. For Eddie and Robin.”
Steve is a little embarrassed that he didn’t think about that factor.
“We have to be honest, though,” he says. “No bullshit.”
“No bullshit,” Nancy agrees. Then, she adds, “You were never bullshit. By the way.”
Steve nods. Smiles. Downs the rest of his coffee and stands up.
“Thanks, Nance,” he says.
“I should have said it before.”
“Maybe. I’m just happy you said it all. You didn’t have to.”
Nancy frowns at the floor. “No, I did.”
Steve doesn’t like the look on her face, so he changes the subject. “I’m gonna start up breakfast.”
“Eddie’s gonna want-”
“Pancakes with sprinkles,” the two of them say in unison.
Nancy grins, and it’s less shy, this time. “He steals all my candy, you know.”
“You don’t like most candy,” Steve points out. He walks over to the pantry and pulls out the box mix and sprinkles.
Nancy keeps smiling and just shrugs.
“Eggos, still?” Steve asks. 
He turns around and sees that Nancy already has the freezer door open and the box in hand. He hears Eddie’s footsteps come down the stairs. He remembers that Robin is gonna come over in a few hours for their weekly “bridge and bitch” afternoon.
Yeah. He thinks they might be okay.
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jes12321 · 2 months
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You ever read your own writing and just go “yeah, that’s the shit. i love this so much”
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iridescentgleam · 2 months
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The Burden of a Golden Soul
There are days when he aches with the rain and wails with the wind that he wonders what the point of it all is. He mourns with the earth in his kingdom, cries over its ruins, and curses himself for being alive to see the other side of the Calamity he failed to slay the first time when he knows there were so many people out there who died by its hands. People he could have saved if he had just been a little stronger, a little faster, a little more knowledgeable. Why is he the one who gets to live on past death? What gives him the right to live a life free from worry after the Calamity was defeated? His negligence was responsible for entirely too many casualties. His hands are weighed down by so much blood that, some days, it feels difficult to move them at all.
But then there are days when he stands atop a peak with cold air biting at his cheeks, staining them the color of Wildberries. Days where he’s deep in the Gerudo desert, his feet sinking with every step he takes, and he looks back and all he can see are his small footprints amongst a sea of undisturbed sand. Days when thunder crackles in the air around him, his hair dripping water into his eyes, and he can taste ozone on his tongue. It reminds him that life is still beautiful, and he can breathe in a little deeper through his lungs that day. Because life did not end with the Calamity. Why should his?
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daisydood · 1 year
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Ramblings About God of War: Odin addition!
First of all: MY ASKS ARE OPEN!! I'm running out of ideas for character analysis jelp
Note: yeah I know I said I was gonna make Freyas next but I wanna talk about how much I hate him. He sucks so much i hope he dies again all my homies hate Odin he sucks so much you don't even understand
Odin: The top Gaslighter, Gatekeeper, and Girlbosser
Tis' the season to point out the diffrent manipulation tactis odin uses! God, Odin is so horrible. Hes a horrible dad, grandfather, friend, role model, and basically everything ever.
There are few things that motivate villians. The main ones are fame, money, vengence, and power. I think the thing that motivates him is solely power. He wants power over everyone. He claims all he wants is knowledge and vengence, but he just wants power, in my opinon.
For the first time Atrues went to Asgard, Odin excpictly stated he was only in it for the knowledge. But he wants power. As the saying goes, Knowledge equals Power. I know basing this entire character Analysis on one old saying doesnt make much sense, but hear me out here.
Odin loves being on top of the world. He loves having people do anything he wishes. He keeps (or, well, kept) his trusty servant, Heimdall near him at all times. He did, however, manipulate people countless times, which i will get into later. OKAY NOT THE POINT-
My point is; When Odin said that he only wants knowledge, he was telling a half truth. Odin wants knowledge in order to gain power. Because Odin knows so much about everything ever, (or, at least he says he does) people are bound to trust him more. ergo; The knowledge that Odin has equals power over the people who don't know. ...ergo knowledge = power but YOU GET THAT BY NOW.
Each manipulation tactic my least favorite old guy used on his targets
Thor: Odin earned Thors dedication by a very common tactic: Bullying. Hes so unnecessarily mean to Thor, and I think he does this because he can not emotionally manipulate him in his normal tactics, so he just resorts to bullying him like a middle schooler.
Atreus: Promises and flatter. Atreus' entire storyline is wanting answers. And here comes Odin, trying his hardest to convince Atreus that he can have those answers if he just helps him out with translating a mask. But, obviously, he has worse intentions than he claims.
Kratos: Harassment. This is the last tactic that manipulators try to use. Similar to Thors, Odin can't do anything to Kratos. After all the ranting Odin said when he went to Kratos' and Atreus' house all he said was "No," then almost killed his son. So, the only way to get him to do what he wants is physical violence.
Heimdall: literally nothing what happened there he came out the womb worshipping him
Edit: @/pgirl1986 made a really good point about Heimdall !!! Go check it out😱😱
alright folks‼️
That's all I've got for him. I hate him so much. I might add more manipulation tactics later but I think that's it. My asks are open for any thing you want me to analyze about god of war, I might even do some animes 😱😱 okay I think that's it time for tags
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jazpers-vampyr-art · 2 months
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sea god . for you
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ironasss · 1 year
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I hate the doctor who fandom like 90% of it is heterosexual so i cant go around jokingly calling characters gay ass bitches
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mylittleredgirl · 2 months
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that moment when you cross the point of no return with a character should be accompanied by a specific chime i think. like 🔔 congratulations! this one has been installed in the Permanent Collection and you will never stop thinking about them as long as you live
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anaskunk · 4 months
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i feel like the plastic inflatable furniture from 90s-2000s were a way bigger suffocation hazard than they got attention for
and that would be so embarrassing too imagine your cause of death being this mf
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worth it tbh
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muppetfreak · 4 months
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Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.
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sister-lucifer · 10 months
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characters who’s beef with an actual child could destroy the world
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“cant freakin stand this guy!!!” and it’s a kid who isn’t even old enough to legally drive without an adult family member in the car
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