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milolunde · 1 year
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Never love an anchor - The Crane Wives
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lucifer-kane · 5 months
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peak gordon porlock design is when he's tall, fat, and kinda 'ugly'. that's when he's the most attractive
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Language of the Lost by RIProducer......siffrincore...........
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i just wanted to put him in acid washed jeans and bunny slippers tbh
inspired by this Todd Alcott piece of Debbie Harry
Image Description: digital drawing of Indrid Cold from the Adventure Zone Amnesty. Indrid is a smiling tan man with white hair with dark roots pulled up into a bun while pieces of hair frame his face. He wears large, circular red glasses that obscure his eyes. He wears a dark grey tank top, acid washed jeans, and pink bunny slippers. He stands on one leg, the other leg pulled up and bent at the knee; he holds up an index finger on one hand while the other is extended out to the side. The image is styled like a detective novel with "Indrid Cold and the Ringing Phone" written above him in black, the Pineguard symbol in the top left corner, surrounded by text that reads "Pineguard Press est. 2018" in black. Behind Indrid is a grey image of the dial of a rotary phone. A small stamp that displays a price of 20 cents is in the bottom left corner, along with "G. Mcelroy, J. Mcelroy, T. Mcelroy, and C. Mcelroy." Text near the right side of the image reads "He's the Mothman!"
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tsfennec · 2 months
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rafeandonlyrafe · 3 months
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pillow princess is a lgbt term 😗
i am lgbt 😙 i can use it how i want
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malboraslihan · 1 year
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serendipity.
i never had any friends later on like the ones i had when i was 12.  jesus, does anyone?
“there’s something magical about small towns, they say. something cinematic about walking around and knowing every single person you pass through on the streets. people who were there when you took your first steps and who knew your grandmother by name.
the small coffee shop we always used to go, cause it was the only one. the cinema that would only have old movies on cause it never had enough money to pass the new and cool ones we wanted to watch. and even the cop who took us home after someone caught us trying to buy alcohol in the neighboring city.
it was magical, but it was also tragic.
cause when someone went through something, we all did. knowing someone didn’t go to class cause their parent passed away would have everyone leaving earlier to go to theirs, when someone started covering up bruises and we all knew what was going one. and when someone’s mother cheated, the two best friends who stopped talking all of the sudden, we knew the story behind that too. 
we’ve known each other since forever, we’ve loved each other since forever. and it was a blessing as much as it was a curse, sometimes. 
existing in harbor springs was something magical but today, i can say we’re finally ready to leave, we’re finally ready to go out into the world and do things that matter. [...] i know it will hurt, not seeing every single one of you every single day, losing the parties, the sleepovers and even the arguments. 
but this is what we always wanted. to be free. 
and if by any chance, we meet again, out there. when we’re happy and we’ve made it. 
i’ll be thankful for serendipity.”
(claudia madeira, class of 2016′s valedictorian’s speech)
summary: a skeleton discord group verse based on the life of teenagers that were born in a very small town called harbor springs and grew up close experiencing traumatic things together but promised to get out of town (or at least try) once they graduated high school. seven years later, they’re all back to town for different reasons and one week after the last one of them arrives, claudia madeira, class president and their valedictorian, passes away from unknown reasons, causing them all to sit in a room together for her funeral. 
check out the pinterest board.
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the-crow-binary · 6 months
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Happy 18th anniversary to CoD, I guess :) Have a Hector with a little bit of Dracula on the side <3
When Hector entered his room, he could still feel his Lord's hands all over him. So large they put his waist to shame. So strong Hector wasn't even sure if he had any organs inside his body, any bones, or if he was nothing but an empty shell not much heavier than a feather. He slowly made his way to his bathroom. Dracula's lips were still on his throat, still on his forehead, still on his lips. His thighs still stung in very specific places he rather not think about.
He grabbed his sink with a sigh. He was so tired, so dirty, so… ungrateful. Yes, that's what he was, an ungrateful child. Isaac was right. Isaac would've given everything to be in his stead. Isaac…
He slowly raised his head, and looked at the pathetic joke of a man he saw in it. His perfectly worn uniform, hiding his shameful body. His sharp jaw, strengthen by the use of his mouth on his Lord. His eyes, disgustingly angelic. And his hair…
Hector stopped his eyes there. He looked at the silver strands, a color deemed beautiful in this Castle, cursed in the outside world. He slowly ran a hand in them, though it felt like it was someone else's. They had the shape of waves, shining under the moonlight, caressing the shore that were his shoulders. Lord Dracula… he could feel him caressing them with his long fingers and his cold lips. He could hear his voice in his ear, praising them. Telling him how soft, and perfectly groomed they were, never letting him leave disheveled. Ah, if they were just a little lighter… if he had just a bit more facial hair...
He grit his teeth and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling a dagger from his belt. He glared at the reflection in the mirror, that did not look like him. In one swift movement, he got rid of the weight he was holding. He cut, and cut, roaring in rage as silver strands fell all around him. In the sink, on his armor, on the ground. He did not allow his hands to tremble. He did not allow any hesitation from his mind.
By the time he dropped his dagger, he was already panting. But it was worth it, because now, the mirror finally reflected his true self. A trembling, messy, pathetic excuse of a man. But a free one, no matter what the tears rolling on his cheeks could say.
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barrel-crow-n · 4 months
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Babes, I just wanna say I flipping love your blog and your tags. They're amazing.
Thankssssss
I can't stop thinking about the crows and just. splurge word on screen. Yk?
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cowboyinternist · 11 months
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uhm. uhm. Interested to see your Charles Theologist!
donovan is here too because i love him literally so much
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octoagentmiles · 2 years
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A barnacles headcanon of mine
He unintentionally turned one of his first captain's logs into a journal, he just enjoyed writing things down so he decided to keep it up. Kwazii saw his journal/log one time, all he saw was a very detailed picture of the gup-A, which led to him giving barnacles a strong stream of compliments (obviously!) And the captain offered to teach him to draw, they go on to have a lovely evening together discussing different things
Thank you for you're time 🖤
this is SO canon actually I love this <3
look at them. art nerds. /pos
I can definitely see barnacles keeping a journal, he canonically likes to write, and he talks to himself quite a bit XD
aaaand Kwazii likes to snoop through his room when he's not there, so him finding said journal would not be unlikely 👀
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cillianmurphys · 5 days
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i’m glad he’s finally acknowledging this tbh
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hidefire · 3 months
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OPEN.
“how bad is it?” rain never meant to leave marks on her partners, but sometimes it just happens. they should take it as a compliment, really! “want me to get the burn gel?” yes. she keeps some in her purse.
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mysicksecrets · 14 days
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my current life struggle is trying to be nicer to men
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esper-game · 1 year
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I agree with the anon about V 🧡! They are my favorite already! It was love at first read for me. V’s reaction to shy flirting MC during the seat belt interaction was so fun! I headcanon that my MC is shy at flirting because of many years alone. So I hope V doesn’t mind taking the lead.
Aw that's so sweet <3
And it's lovely to see V getting some well deserved love! And yesss! It makes perfect sense for MC to be a little awkward and shy when they haven't had much socialisation. And V certainly doesn't mind.... they enjoy it in fact.
Thank you xx
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malboraslihan · 2 years
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just a heads up i’ve finally updated my 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 gif pack with 143 gifs of episode 4 and 5, adding up to a total of 303.
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