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daughter-of-sapph0 · 8 months

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the sun is a painter. every morning, it casts the world in warm yellow haze. for the rest of the day, it stares at its creation, slowly viewing it at different angles. until at night it covers the world in a soft red glow, before going to sleep and doing the whole the over again tomorrow.

#dostxt #okay so I had this in my notes app dated June 8 2022 #and I can't remember if I wrote it myself or I copied it from somewhere #and like I'm 99% sure I didn't copy because I likely would have reblogged it or at least written the name of the poet and title #and I have a lot of other poetry I wrote in my notes app #and exactly zero copied things because I deleted pretty much everything that I didn't type #(apart from hard to type emoticons)#back in 2021 #so I'm pretty sure this is mine #but I can't remember for absolutely 100% definitively for sure #so uh... if it's not then please let me know and I'll delete it

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elitisim · 2 months

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Ebonix- Deji Locs

All credits goes to@ebonixsims! Original here!

Hair for For Teen ➜ Elder Males

27.5K Poly

2048x texture

Under Hats, 1 channel

Fully recolorable rubber bands at the top and end of each loc

Texture: Ebonix

Custom Thumbnail

includes all LODS and is disabled for random

The rubber bands on the end of the hair cast weird shadows on the face in CAS but they're fine in game.

Larger Pics and color channel breakdown under the cut

tagging: @pis3update, @sssvitlanz, @kpccfinds

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raplinenthusiasts · 20 days

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I LIVE SO I LOVE

for @aprylynn 💙

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girlatrocity · 1 month

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kill to save

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kyouka-supremacy · 3 months

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New Harukawa illustration from Bungou Stray Dogs Staff Book

#The embed link is to the Bones store. Image source is on source #I'm pretty sure this is not the best quality of the image but I'm not familiar with lofter.#I'll try uploading a better quality in a second #atsushi nakajima #osamu dazai #kyōka izumi #ranpo edogawa #fyodor dostoevsky #ryūnosuke akutagawa #chūya nakahara #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd s5 #sango harukawa art #mine #Also adding sources to other people's posts makes me awkward so I'll just be posting it this time. Sorry.#Edit: Updated in original image quality :)

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ventiswampwater · 9 months

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AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON (1981) dir. John Landis

#an american werewolf in london #aawil #horror #david naughton #griffin dunne #mine #I finally managed to download a decent quality copy of this fckin movie hjsdfhjhfds #which means I'm back on my bullshit. not that I ever left my bullshit. but we're so back 😌🔨💥#who would've guessed that higher quality footage yields higher quality gifs (answer: every giffing tutorial ever)#ofc these are still kinda wonky but there's?? marginal??? improvement??? and that's a win in my book lmao #pls be patient w/me in this trying time (as I slowly bamboozle and blunder my way thru learning gifmaking)#anyway. I ain't never seen two pretty best friends.#one always gotta be turned into a werewolf on the moors unwillingly #and the other? doomed to walk the earth in limbo until the werewolf's curse is lifted #smh 😔...................................#(sidenote: not sure if it's intentional. but the blood? on the sheep next to jack? eating the symbolism up w/a spoon tysm for asking)

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xolaanii · 1 year

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skyrim -> flame atronach

"Flame atronachs resemble female humanoids made entirely of fire, wearing loose pieces of black metal armor. They have three clawed fingers on each hand, and two toes on each foot. They wear a metal mask shaped like a woman's face, which features two long, swept-back horns that serve as their "ears."" [mods: x, x]

#skyrim edit #skyrimedit #tesvedit #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #skyrim #aartyom #userwolfkissed #gamingedit #dailygaming #videogameedit #mine: skyrim #valedits #p: mine #yes she doesn't have two horns in this retexture i just think they look neat like this kdnjsb #and that is not how you spell flame atronach in daedric i'm pretty sure so that's what you get cuz i wasn't about to learn #anyway my skyrim pretty

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spinningspencer · 2 months

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I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay when I see you smile

~Dandelions, Ruth B.

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expelliarmus · 1 year

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#mine #doctor who #dwedit #matt smith #:D #pretty sure i haven't giffed this in a while so here we go!!#can't believe how fast december is going by #1 week of my winter break is almost over already SIGH #oh also to any pokemon go friends...#is there anyone from the ocean or tundra regions that is willing to send me gifts???#the last 2 scatterbugs that i need!!!!!#i'm having way too much fun collecting all the vivillon lol #oh and i started pokemon violet yesterday and i love miraidon #ANYWAYS... do i like how this colouring came out??#hmm

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pennielane · 1 year

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PAUL MCCARTNEY, 1968

#i know this has been giffed 600 times #i'm pretty sure i've even giffed this before #but i stumbled upon this better quality version of the video recently #so here we are #paul mccartney #the beatles #mine #paul only

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aurevell · 6 months

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Returning the Favor Sterek | 5k | T

Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

It’s late when Derek hears the noise at the side of the house. A creak of siding that cuts through the backdrop of cricket song. Just one lone sound, but there’s something cautious about it. Probing.

He lowers the book he’s reading, but no other sounds follow. Derek has been lying sprawled across his bed, drowsy and warm and comfortable, sweatpant-clad legs resting against the wall—but now that he’s conscious of the sound, his focus sharpening, he thinks he’s been hearing quiet noises grow nearer for some time without quite comprehending them. A wild animal outside, maybe, creeping slowly around the foundation of the house. Something large enough that the mulch in the flower bed crunches beneath its weight.

It’s not often that a solitary animal grows bold enough to venture this close to a werewolf pack—the scent always scares them off first. They don’t even get raccoons out here, especially not with the cold this time of year. It could always be their cousin Warren, who’s always thought it funny to startle his relatives with unexpected visits in the dead of night. Or any one of the nasty things in Uncle Peter’s wild stories, supernatural things that creep into the house come dark.

Derek glances at the window, book still resting on his chest, but the house is still.

Maybe it’s gone. That’s just as well: he’s too comfortable to drag himself over to the window to look.

And then another sound comes, an unmistakable creak. Heavy weight settling into place.

Downstairs, his mother sighs. “What was that?” she demands, her voice faint with distance. She and his dad are likely out on the porch swing at this time of evening, even though it’s nearly winter, lunatics that they are. “If Laura and Cora are at it again—”

“I’m sure they aren’t, Tal,” Derek’s father replies, sounding amused. “You put the fear of god in them.”

Mom scoffs. “If we have to repair another door, it’s coming out of their pockets.”

“Not everything is my fault, Mom,” Cora mutters pointedly from down the hall. There’s heavy metal coming from the vicinity of Laura’s bedroom, just low enough to be blasting from her headphones, and she doesn’t pipe up to defend herself.

The thing hasn’t gone away. Metal squeaks a moment later, and then the scrabbling returns, punctuated by a thump and a muffled grunt.

Annoyed, Derek tosses the book aside and clambers to his feet, crossing over to the window. When he hoists up the sash, letting the night chill waft in, he peers down into the dark and finds that the source is worse than anything he could have imagined.

It’s his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar.

Stiles is hanging onto the drainpipe, having managed to hoist himself several feet off the ground. He’s leaning against the metal awning over the kitchen window, one foot atop the shutter and the other scrabbling for purchase against the siding. At the clatter of Derek’s opening window, he looks up, startled, and nearly loses his balance.

“What are you doing here?” Derek hisses.

“Just returning the favor.” With a moment to catch himself against the awning, Stiles gets his bearing and grins. “What? Don’t make that face. C’mon, you can show up at all hours of the night, but turnabout isn’t fair play?”

With that, he sticks his tongue between his teeth, which he sometimes does unconsciously when something demands his full attention. And the perilous task of climbing should get his full attention, given how often he stumbles when both of his feet are on the ground. God, Derek is about to witness his idiot boyfriend fall to his death or something.

Stiles heaves himself mostly onto the awning, clawing for purchase with a grunt. When he reaches for the window, he loses his grip, nearly sliding backward onto the grass; in a flash of panic, Derek grabs him by his shirt and yanks him forward.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he demands, aware of their volume and even more aware of their audience.

The awning rattles as Stiles draws up his long legs to slip inside the window feet first, ducking under the sash. He’s panting a little as he pulls himself upright, though he bats his eyes sweetly in the face of Derek’s scowl. “Oh, please. I knew you’d catch me. ‘My hero,’ and all that.”

“Should have let you fall and die,” Derek retorts, shutting the window.

“Probably. Oh man, that was so athletic. Sometimes, I amaze myself.”

Derek doesn’t have anything smart to say to that. He’s only half paying attention, too busy bracing for the discussion sure to follow.

He and Stiles may as well have stomped up and down the stairs blowing air horns as far as the rest of the house goes. Everyone will have heard. Derek is absolutely sure because you can hear a pin drop, like no one’s even moving, like everyone’s waiting with bated breath—either gleeful or judgmental or both—to hear what comes next. Even Laura’s deafening headphones have gone silent. Fuck.

Worst of all…Stiles doesn’t know any of this. He doesn’t yet know about the secret the Hale family hides, or how keenly they can hear, or that every word he says will be seized up and cheerfully dissected and gossiped about in real time.

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#sterek #sterek fic #mine #vaguely inspired by a tumblr post i have been unable to find after multiple searches in the month+ it took me to write this #i think it was a pic of two cats falling off a roof??#and whoever posted it was basically like 'haha this is stiles-coded after he tries to climb derek's window and pulls derek down with him'#i'm pretty sure i even reblogged it and yet where is it??#if you know what i'm talking about let me know lmao #anyway #this is only a little bit about stiles struggling through the window #mostly it's about how i think werewolf hearing would upgrade the sibling-on-sibling crime possibilities in any given household #and the fact that you could not get away with ANYTHING noisy without every other person in the house knowing about it #so having blabbermouth stiles stilinski pop into said household while being totally ignorant of the existence of werewolves...#let's just say 'poor derek' and leave it at that lmao

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tvckerwash · 6 months

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wash tormenting the reds in the most petty ways possible because he's still pissed off about them hitting him with a car and then blowing him up in s8 is so important to me you don't even understand

#I'm pretty sure I've said it on my old blog before but wash is the blues older brother but to the reds? he's the neighborhood bully lmao #that scene in s13 where wash gets all the chorus soldiers to turn on grif for refusing to attend the training sessions? 100% an act of #calculated cruelty on wash's part lmao #oh oh or in s11 when wash hooked up blue base to the ships power but not the reds? also calculated lol #wash stealing all of their stuff in s10 will also always be a fav petty wash moment of mine #he is out to make them suffer and they're not even aware of it lol #rvb #agent washington #mine #not t/oaru #if i ever write my ct lives au fic I'm going so hard on petty grudge holding wash #he is an absolute menace but he's so lowkey about it that in universe trying to convince ppl that wash is as petty as he is #is nearly impossible #the only ppl aware of wash's true nature are the counselor the director ct alpha and probably maine (and maybe florida)#everyone else sees him in a similar light as his fanon characterization #that's part of the reason why i think lina was so shock in s10 when he turned his gun on her bc to her wash was always so subordinate that #she just genuinely never saw it coming #anyway wash/ct/maine friendship is so important to me. i like to include south in there too sometimes but honestly south comes off as a #loner type. like she doesn't mind ppl but no one except north is really willing to tolerate her uh....personality for long periods of time #shes very....reactive and emotionally charged #but tbh id be that way too if i was stuck with north #north unironically reminds me of my dad but not in the good way lol #god my tags are all over the place #audhd brain goes brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

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knox-knocks · 3 months

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For your prompt request: medical drama from when Mary and Neil were on the run?

(also I love you I love your writing hopefully youre able to feel back in the swing of things soon! 💜)

asksjd thank u <3 that means so much ily anon :')

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"Stop moving. You're making this worse for yourself."

Mary's fingers moved deftly across the broken terrain of her son's skin. It was bruised and scarred, pale between blotches of purple, green, and yellow. But what concerned Mary most was the deep slash across Samuel's abdomen, stretching from his navel to just under his rib cage. She pressed a towel to the terrible wound, but his blood soaked through it in seconds.

"Mom?" Samuel gasped. He raised his head and looked at the mess of his stomach.

Mary seized his chin in her hand and squeezed. "Be still," she hissed with a hard shake. Mary used to fight with her husband when he manhandled Nath—Samuel the way she just did. But she didn't let herself think about that right now. Not when it was his knife that had carved death into her child's stomach.

Beads of sweat clung to Samuel's skin and his complexion was quickly turning gray. He was close to unconsciousness, approaching something worse.

Hospital, the word was like a siren in Mary's head. He needs to go to the hospital. Mary squeezed her eyes closed and shut the thought down. Hospitals were out of the question. She would deal with this herself.

She used the needle and thread she'd stocked in the first aid kit to stitch Samuel's skin back together. Samuel had passed out halfway through, and Mary was both relieved he'd stopped squirming and panicked over how still he was. Between stitches she checked his breathing and pressed trembling fingers to the weak pulse in his throat, terrified she would feel nothing. By the time she was done, her hands were stained and hurting from handling the curved needle. The sutures were uneven, but they held Samuel's skin together well enough, and there was nothing else she could do.

He was so small. So small and gray wrapped in the thin motel blankets. Mary didn't sleep that night. Instead she hovered over Samuel's prone form and watched his chest rise and fall like a hawk. Periodically she checked his bandages. She vowed to herself that she would keep him alive or die trying.

Mary pressed her palm to Samuel's forehead and pushed back his sweat-slick hair out of his face as he slept. He looked so much like his father that it sent a sick shudder through Mary's body. She would dye his hair before they left, and try to find colored contacts for him. But for now, she let him rest.

"Abram," she whispered, brushing her fingers over the faint traces of blood still smeared across his face. "Abram," she said, over and over until morning came.

#I hope this is okay!#I'm pretty sure this is the first fic thing I've written in like. three years fjdhkfjd #man I missed this so much #aftg #tfc #neil josten #mary hatford #all for the game #the foxhole court #aftg fic #knox writes #mine

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kyouka-supremacy · 3 months

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