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mistressofwimps · 1 year
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im glad all of you have something interesting to say about glass onion because the only thing i have to say is how beautiful janelle monae is. like i literally could not stop staring at her, even when she was in the corner of the screen oh anyway
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sleepytownzzz · 8 months
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santa barbara abby, my beloved
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gumdefense · 1 year
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Can we talk about manga Franziska because
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I love her so so much
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Did I put makeup on specifically for the window girl at the liquor store because I have some weirdo crush on her?
Yes. 🙈
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malak-ballari · 6 months
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So! I’ve fallen very behind on angeltober and it seems I don’t have the time to get caught up again, but that is the best I’ve ever done on any october drawing challenge before.
To commemorate I’ve done a rough little drawing of @ultrainfinitepit OC Lamiel since they were the host of some of the angeltober prompts I was using, which I enjoyed very much. This OC also just looked really fun to draw.
Since this is such a rough drawing I’ll probably do a more detailed one once I get the time just to try to wrap up angeltober properly. If Ultra has any requests or suggestions on what character I should use for this final drawing please let me know!
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lemonyfrog · 11 months
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Sooo I used that shirt I found on one of the Barbies yesterday and Lagoona is so cute in it! 🐙🌊🌸
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togrowoldinv · 1 year
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Pictures of Florence that make me go 🥺🥺🥺
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withlovefromolympus · 2 years
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Everyone Loves Aphrodite
little things the other gods do for the love goddess that she isn’t aware of <3
Zeus: makes sure it doesn’t rain on days when Aphrodite says she’s having a good hair day
Hera: is secretly the mortal marriage counselor aph and heph see every other week
Demeter: provides the best roses in the world that ares sends aphrodite
Poseidon: calms the sea when aph wants to swim in the Cretan sea where she came from
Hestia: makes sure the hearth in Aphrodite’s home is always lit when her family comes over
Hades: sometimes bends the rules when he sees how sad aphrodite will be if one person in her favorite ship dies. he tells thanatos to hold off for a few more months or years to allow the couple more time to be happy
Hermes: provides safe passageway for Aphrodite’s travels as much as he can
Apollo: knows Aphrodite’s music taste and inspires the radio people to play her favorite songs when he knows she’s on the road
Artemis: has instructed the larger/scarier wild animals in the forest to not bother Aph when she’s on a walk in the woods, but told the birds and squirrels and deer to be friendly and make her feel like a Disney princess
Ares: will stop whatever fight he’s in, even if it means losing, if aph needs him in a moment’s notice
Hephaestus: as god of fire, has commanded the element to never catch flame where it shouldn’t in her home so she can sleep with her favorite candle burning if she wants
Athena: continues to run the advice column (in the mortal newspaper) that Aphrodite loves to read
Dionysus: always keeps an eye on Aphrodite when she’s drunk to make sure a) nobody messes with her and b) she gets home safely
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sexynetra · 1 year
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I just think that Anetra wears red hair specifically for me yknow 🤤
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rimtimtigger · 2 years
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Words cannot describe how much I love Victoria
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saybiwithme · 10 months
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I need to turn off my light and she’s on my leg rn but I simply refuse to move now
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redeth-viper · 7 months
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Just asked my girl (well, my crush) to homecoming today and she said yes. Her smile is just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I might love her more than Annabeth Chase at this point.
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o-wise-corvid · 2 years
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Just a little thing @crclocalunhingedsith have been brain-marinating for a bit. Because the idea is so dang adorable. There will be more and as soon as I get my Ao3 account, little things like this will be linked from there. (Didn’t want to use a Google Doc for safety reasons.) But let the Papa Maul n Baby Path AU commence!! (Check out the playlist if ya like)
A rainy night on Nar Shadaa…
He’d said no. Of all times to just put his foot down and make all the daydreams, and nightmares, of a life without Sidious true, Maul had chosen the Naboo blockade. He wasn’t even sure why he’d done it. He loathed his Master… who wasn’t his master anymore. Just a man. He’d always yearned to be free and yet clung to everything the man had taught him.
Until.
It might’ve been Sidious’ recent change in mood with him. It might’ve been the change in atmosphere Maul himself sensed on the planet. It might’ve been the decades of unending torture. Who was to say?
Point was, Maul was through. He’d taken his ship, abandoning the Trade Federation lackeys to their machinations, and left Naboo. He’s gone to the best place he knew of in the galaxy to disappear, Nar Shadaa, after selling his ship on Sullost, hopping a freighter to Tatooine, then Mandalore, then Pantora and then Nar Shadaa. Just for safety’s sake.
Getting by wasn’t a problem for the Sith. He could pick pockets, threaten, fight. He kept a tiny room over a cantina, listened to the skittering creatures in the walls, and outlined his next move. Maul had no idea what he wanted. What he could even consider doing with his life. This was why he’d remained connected to Sidious: purpose.
So, he took to roaming the streets for a diversion. There were a few odd junk shops Maul found himself frequenting; they sold actually flimsy and leather books sometimes. Maul had never owned anything that Sidious had not given him. These books were… precious. Even if they were barely legible and ridiculously fragile.
Sometimes he slipped into the cantina though the liquors were all warm and revolting.
Maul ate from a meat street vendor on the corner.
And he always erased his presence from the memory of any he spoke to. Sidious would do worse things than kill him should the Sith Lord ever find him. But… for some reason… Maul felt no sense of being hunted.
He was discarded.
Just as well.
The Zabrak existed like this for… a few days, perhaps. Or was it weeks? He was never sure. No one noticed him, as he kept himself from being noticed. He lived quietly for the first time in his life. And the Force seemed… dim in his spirit. Quiet.
It wasn’t until the first heavy rain that Maul’s life, his life, changed.
Even in the jungles of Orsis, Maul had never experienced a downpour like this. He loved it. The steady drum of water on his face and neck. The way it cleared the neon-lit streets. The way the world looked, all shiny and smudged…
He walked in the rain for hours, allowing himself to be drenched entirely… until a fist slammed hard into his guts. The fight was sloppy and quick and Maul recovered quickly from the ambush. Alleyways we’re perfect for quick killing. Cramped. Littered with refuse so the footing was uneven. Maul hauled the three would-be thieves into their grave.
He ripped the throat free from one, fingernails his only blade. Maul’s foot collided with the temple of another, driving the Rhodian’s head hard into the opposite wall. And the last, Maul sent a pebble through her heart.
Afterward, he found much to his convenience, an old dumpster to throw the bodies in when he was done.
Yanking the hatch open, Maul started to hurl the first body in… and then stopped. How had he not heard the cries until now? Possibly the rain. The fight. It would’ve had to have been…
But with the hatch open to the air now, there was nothing to keep the wails of the human baby inside from reaching him. She was small. Very. Not even walking yet, Maul would wager. Filthy and sopping wet, the infant howled, little bits of hair stuck to flushed pale cheeks.
Maul stared. He’d never seen a baby this close before. His grip on his attacker loosened and then the body fell with a sodden plop. He reached over and drew the squirming bundle into his arms. She was cold. Very cold. This… couldn’t be normal.
Why he did it, Maul would never be able to truly say. But he tucked the child into one arm, folding her up in his robe. The baby, sensing warmth and closeness, quieted, huffing softly. The noises were… disarming. Maul disposed of the bodies before leaving and then headed back to his room. He did however stop at a nearby convenience store and, using the Force as a cloak, decided to pick up a few items.
Standing in an aisle lined with diapers, formula, bottles, and soft little garments with ducks and bees all over them made Maul feel like he had entered a fugue state. It smelled strange in this section. Powdery. There was another human man there who looked like he was on the verge of insanity who Maul didn’t even have to use the Force on. He just staggered to a box of diapers and then lurched away, muttering to himself. And he had no clue what to get in order to care for a baby.
Wait. Care? Since when was he going to care for this… just for tonight. If he was going to drop her somewhere, she needed to make an impression, yes?
Right.
So he grabbed one of everything. And then wheeled the cart out of the store. Down the street. And hovered it up to his little room. No one had seen him enter or leave. No one would miss one cart. Not to mention, Maul didn’t care if they did. If they came for him, they would die.
Perhaps harder with this infant in the mix.
The first order of business was to get her cleaned up. And this was a little girl. Maul’s refresher had a bathtub and he ran lukewarm water to wash off all the garbage… liquid from the baby’s hair. Clean her peculiarly sharp nails. Between the stubby little toes. And so on.
She loved the bath. Especially the little yellow duck Maul let her play with while he scrubbed her off.
Getting the diaper on was not simple. It took several tries. But once Maul figured it out, and thanked the Force he’d somehow chosen the right size, that part wasn’t so bad.
The onesie that had seemed mostly likely to fit was, unfortunately, overlarge. The feet hung down several inches below her feet. So Maul cut them off. There wasn’t much he could do about the rest of it though. The baby seemed to like it though. She made little “hum HUM” noises and kicked her feet, blue eyes wide and sparkling.
She inhaled a bottle full of the formula. And burped. Several times. And Maul had to scramble to wipe off her little face because one burp was… loaded.
And then she started to cry again. Maul tried everything to get her to stop, even putting his hand over her mouth. He finally got so agitated at the sound that he lifted his hand… but then the thought of bringing it down made him physically cringe. He couldn’t. Not… not like Sidious had. No. Not like that. With this little bundle? No… no.
“Ma’am,” Maul said firmly, hefting her to eye level with himself, “I know this is not ideal. And that you have had quite an evening. But I need you to please s-”
The baby had been staring into his eyes with a slightly wondrous expression. And then she’d tipped herself forward, with a battle cry of “EH” and latched her toothless mouth onto Maul’s nose. She chewed on him for a moment. And then batted her chubby hands on his cheeks with a delighted squeal.
“Ow,” Maul said, scrunching his eyes shut.
But then she nuzzled her deep auburn curls against his face. “Oooooh.”
“I know, I am so interesting.”
Why was he talking to her?
The baby hummed and then yawned, her head leaning hard on Maul’s cheek. He was probably warm, Maul decided; the baby was still quite cold. Perhaps something with her physiology. So… the Zabrak laid back on the barely existent bed and let the baby snuggle against his cheek. Warm and snug.
And… despite the smell of spit-up on her breath. And the skittering in the walls. And the roaring music downstairs… they slept.
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Me when I tuck the forklift into it’s charging port at work: “what are we??”
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doughyduo · 2 years
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Send help Kiana brainrot is setting in.
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sleepysnk · 2 years
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this girl at my job is so cute 😭 she hugged me today and i lost it
she’s a cute sorority girl too <3
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