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wispscribbles · 3 months
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that one scene in treasure planet
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shandzii · 2 years
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bonebrokebuddy · 1 year
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So, my favorite canon explanation for the continued design choice of the brightass yellow bat symbol on Batman’s chest as the suit has gotten darker and darker is that it’s a target.
If a criminal has a gun and a massive black shadow comes at them, in their fright they’re going to probably shoot at the bright yellow target in the center of Batman’s chest, the purposefully most armored piece of his suit rather than blindly shooting at weaker areas of his armor, like the joints. It gives the criminals something to point and shoot at that’s not civilians or weak points in his armor.
But here’s the thing.
The utility belt is also yellow.
So, going with that logic:
He want them to shoot at he dick?!
Is that what he wants?
He dick be shot?
Why he want shot his dick?
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zah-likes-tea · 6 days
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nour
Nour/Lamb design is from @runningwithscizzorz
fanart be upon ye 🫵💥
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strawberrytamii · 27 days
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Wanted to draw the dca in my national clothing for a while and found the perfect Headwear for moon
It's chechen traditional clothing btw
I also drew sun:
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cactiaintracist · 5 months
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I find these 2 moments of the doctor way funnier than I should
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(that's all this post is about)
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WHUMPTOBER 2022 - DAY 23 - At the End of Their Rope
Rare moment where Leona has not slept enough.
-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-  
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hwathwugu · 5 months
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swamp-adder · 5 days
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canon quotes in support of the "Holmes is bipolar" theory
Nothing could exceed his energy when the working fit was upon him; but now and again a reaction would seize him, and for days on end he would lie upon the sofa in the sitting-room, hardly uttering a word or moving a muscle from morning to night. -- STUD
He was bright, eager, and in excellent spirits, a mood which in his case alternated with fits of the blackest depression. -- SIGN
Holmes could talk exceedingly well when he chose, and that night he did choose. He appeared to be in a state of nervous exaltation. I have never known him so brilliant. He spoke on a quick succession of subjects,--on miracle-plays, on medieval pottery, on Stradivarius violins, on the Buddhism of Ceylon, and on the war-ships of the future,--handling each as though he had made a special study of it. His bright humor marked the reaction from his black depression of the preceding days. -- SIGN
[...] as I have mentioned somewhere in these incoherent memoirs, the outbursts of passionate energy when he performed the remarkable feats with which his name is associated were followed by reactions of lethargy during which he would lie about with his violin and his books, hardly moving save from the sofa to the table. -- MUSG
Holmes had spent several days in bed, as was his habit from time to time [...] -- 3GAR
Sherlock Holmes was a man, however, who, when he had an unsolved problem upon his mind, would go for days, and even for a week, without rest, turning it over, rearranging his facts, looking at it from every point of view until he had either fathomed it or convinced himself that his data were insufficient. It was soon evident to me that he was now preparing for an all-night sitting. -- TWIS
He paced restlessly about our sitting-room in a fever of suppressed energy, biting his nails, tapping the furniture, and chafing against inaction. -- BRUC
It was not a long journey from Winchester to Thor Place, but it was long to me in my impatience, while for Holmes it was evident that it seemed endless; for, in his nervous restlessness he could not sit still, but paced the carriage or drummed with his long, sensitive fingers upon the cushions beside him. -- THOR
"My dear Watson, you know how bored I have been since we locked up Colonel Carruthers. My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built." -- WIST
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strawglicks · 29 days
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firesetter agenda
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blanketforcas · 9 months
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your honor they are the worst [x]
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godmerlin · 1 year
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SEBASTIAN STAN HFA 2017
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isthedogawolfdog · 1 year
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squishablesunbeam · 9 months
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Caretaker lightly brushes their fingers along the leather straps that crisscross over Whumpee's face as they sleep fitfully with their head in Caretaker's lap. They have to be in pain. Angry red marks peek out from under the hard leather that bind the muzzle firmly in place. The heavy lock resting against the back of their head.
Caretaker starts to wonder if, just maybe, they could pry the leather away from Whumpee's soft skin and give Whumpee some small measure of relief. Let them feel their touch instead of that endless pressure of the cruel straps. They press their finger against Whumpee's skin, dipping it just barely into the hollow of their cheek before slipping it carefully underneath one of the leather straps that lay across Whumpee's cheekbone. Caretaker's heart swells with victory. There's barely enough room, the strap now laying across the tip of their finger instead of cutting into Whumpee's raw skin.
It's so tight.
Whumpee makes a small, soft sound and Caretaker freezes. They don't want to hurt Whumpee. They watch carefully as Whumpee rolls their muzzled face against Caretaker's thigh and settles back into sleep. Caretaker gets back to their task, slipping their finger along the length of the strap and prying the leather gently up in places where it sticks in Whumpee's tacky blood. They move onto the next, pressing their finger underneath the strap that loops under Whumpee's ear and over their jaw. Slowly, they work their fingers underneath all the biting edges of leather that binds Whumpee's jaw shut impossibly tight and then starts again.
Caretaker tries to convince themself that they're helping. They're doing something, even if they can't break them out of this god awful cell or take their place with Whumper even once. They are weak. Powerless in this place. But at least they can do this.
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songsintheattic · 4 months
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cowards and losers: i love my friends
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me greeting my bestie:
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