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craftywitchywoman · 1 year
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Dustin Lynch - Stars Like Confetti (Official Music Video)
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feroluce · 8 days
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So I spoke somewhat about my thoughts on Emanator Sampo here, but I never really thought of it from a design point of view or what kind of powers he would have until just recently. But I actually kind of love leaning into it from a "stage hand" perspective?
Because like. Aha's body in THEIR official art is completely black, giving attention to all the fun brightly colored things around THEM. And that's so fitting for Sampo! He usually prefers to be a side character. He likes to act from the shadows. His is a much more subtle hand.
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So I wonder if as an Emanator, a lot of his clothes are actually very dark? Not necessarily plain, still extravagant and needlessly detailed in things like cut and quality with lots of different fabrics and textures and ornamentation, but dark. Or maybe even his skin itself becomes blackened further down his body; his hands in particular are dark, as a sort of sleight of hand reference.
The motif of a lot of straps wrapped around him like in his canon design is still present, but they're all loose and flowing off of him like paper streamers now instead of restraining him or holding him together. He is no longer contained! Or maybe they're still a bit more rigid/heavy, but just draped more like red stage curtains!
And this is like. Fully self-indulgent, but I love inhuman designs, and there's nothing in canon to say I can't do this, so screw it! Go for broke!! Maybe it's not visible to normal people, but Sampo having a second set of arms would be really cool, as further sleight of hand reference. One set is almost normal looking, but his hands are a bright, attention-drawing white, and the other is dark, set almost in the shadows of the first arms, to act less noticeably.
He also has something of a broken heart design to him in canon (the front of his black shirt with its jagged shape down the middle; his coat looks like a full heart shape in the back), and I actually like him keeping that element as an Emanator, because I think it suits him. Sampo says his taste in aesthetics and views on Elation involve human dignity,
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and the story he helps create in Belobog involves the long and winding road of resistance and survival and eventual triumph in the face of some very adverse, oppressing odds. (I'm pretty sure I heard he once called Wildfire "artless" though, plus the man acts like he thinks Shame is some kind of dessert, so like ndkdjzjskkd) But the point being!!
I think Sampo is someone who can appreciate heartbreak and angst and tragedy in a story, because it makes the victory at the end all the sweeter. And this would be another thing he shares with Aha, because I think THEY did bless the Mourning Actors partly just to be a little shit, but also because Aha does recognize tragedy as part of THEIR Path, too, and you can see it in some of the game. So a broken heart motif can still suit him, and I like him having elements of both comedy and tragedy. Like his clothing having a happy sun/sad moon (like the moon in Aha's art) or him having both of the traditional comedy/tragedy masks in his design.
And as Emanator, Sampo can maybe play with the stage settings environment, too. Like lights sometimes behave strangely around him, appearing blindingly bright to someone or dramatically dark. Sampo wills it and suddenly there seems to be a metaphorical spotlight right where he wants everyone to look. And when he doesn't want to be noticed, his face seems to be cast in shadow, he seemingly just fades into the background, no one notices or recognizes him and he sneaks away easily. He can create smoke or fog literally out of thin air without his bombs now, too, the air will just suddenly thicken until his stage is obscured, and Sampo can set the scene as he pleases or disappear without a trace.
And in line with being a stage hand, Sampo can direct attention like no other. He was already extremely good at this as a normal mortal, and becoming an Emanator only took it up to 11, past human limits. Sampo points, and all present feel compelled to follow his fingertip. He looks away, and they all follow his gaze. He can even affect the mood of an audience; he can influence everyone to be calm and placid or he can whip them into a feverish frenzy. Sometimes a crowd will start to become unsettled, agitation stirring until it boils over, until it incites a full on violent mob.
And in the middle of all that chaos will stand one perfectly calm figure, face cast in shadow, until they quietly slip away out of sight.
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episodeoftv · 6 months
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First place: Amok Time (Star Trek TOS)
Second place: Goodbye‚ Farewell and Amen (M*A*S*H)
Third place: Vincent and the Doctor (Doctor Who)
Fourth place: And Someday‚ Together‚ We’ll Shine (Revolutionary Girl Utena)
Thank you everyone for participating‚ and for narrowing this list down from over 258 episodes!
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skybristle · 3 months
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ok ok i think this is it guys. i got the campaign order down we stay sillyy
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pillowmoment · 9 months
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I want a giant screen in my room just to put silly wheatley gifs covered in stars and sparkles on it
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coline7373 · 1 year
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raetreaderarts · 2 months
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sorry for sexualizing that old lady. it will happen again.
ALSO YEAH I decided that Peppermint Bark and Oatmeal are now girlfriends. Because I said so. But I do have actual lore about these two written out, I just don’t know if anyone would want a post talking about them. Idk this is my blog so I guess I could make a post anyways. I just always get so nervous about long text posts
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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years
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dair + emergency
Dair + Emergency
Every doctor, nurse, and staff person in this ER is dodging Blair’s eye. Typical. It’s not her fault they’re all grossly incompetent. 
It’s just as well, if the previous ten briefings she’s had to shake down these people for are any indication, they won’t have anything useful to tell her anyway. 
She makes herself pace the length of the waiting area again, if only to calm herself down a little before heading back into the room. 
“Blair-bear!”
Her head jerks up at the nickname, and she immediately spots her father and his husband, the latter holding a drink carrier laden with to-go cups. 
“We brought hot chocolate!” Roman says, and Blair swears it’s only twenty percent forcibly cheerful. He’s a talent, Roman is. 
“How’s the patient?” Harold asks, coming in to kiss Blair on the cheek as Roman hands her one of their cups. 
“Fine, I guess,” she sighs down at the plastic coffee lid. “Apparently their radiology department is so very backed up, and because he ‘isn’t critical,’ he’s at the end of the waiting list. So far, all they’ve done is stick him in a room and dose him with painkillers, which any one who reads the New Yorker will tell you is precisely what’s wrong with our medical system.” 
Her father blinks at her, taken aback, and so she forces herself to take a breath, and then a sip of the hot chocolate. Oh, Maison, her steadfast friend. Her father hasn’t seen much of her prickly, ranting, bitchy side—by design—but her patience is looking pretty threadbare at the moment. Roman for his part simply looks bemused. 
“We just feel awful,” Roman offers, voice dripping with sympathy—Blair knows him well enough now to know its genuine—probably why he did so well as a model in his day. Genuity is difficult to fake, and for a Frenchman, impossible. “Wollman Rink does seem cursed for us, no?”
Blair grimaces around the lid of her cup, but when she looks Roman’s eyes are only sparkling with amusement. He’s too good for her. The same could be said about Dan too. At least this fall wasn’t her fault. It was entirely due to that group of twelve-year-olds trying to do their own Moulin Rouge routine, and poor Dan was too inexperienced a skater to get out of their way in time.
“Some twisted rite of passage,” Blair agrees grimly, making Roman laugh, and Harold smile indulgently, patting her on the shoulder. 
She takes another sip of the cocoa, its warmth and richness oddly fortifying. “Thank you,” she says sincerely, gesturing with the cup in her hand. “But you don’t have to stay.”
“Are you sure?” her father checks, concerned. 
“It’s fine,” she reassures him. “You’re only in the city for a few more days, you shouldn’t waste one hanging out in the emergency room.” 
“We’ve been here plenty of times before, you know.” 
Blair smiles, rolling her eyes. “I know. But we’ll be fine, really.” Plus, chances are she’ll have to dress down another George Clooney ER wannabe in the next hour, and she doesn’t really want her dads to see it. It would hardly be in the spirit of the season. 
“Okay,” Harold says reluctantly, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek again. “Give Daniel our best, okay?”
“Yes,” Roman adds, throwing an arm around her shoulders with a side-hug as he hands over the drink tray. “Tell Handsome Dan get well soon from us.”
Blair shakes her head, smiling. “I’ll do that.” 
She watches her dads round the corner, then takes another deep breath, forcing her shoulder down. Then, she takes one more fortifying sip of cocoa before putting her drink back in the carrier, and walking down the hall, slipping into the room where they’d been holding Dan since their second hour here. 
Dan’s face lights up the second he sees her. “Waldorf!” 
She makes straight for him, dropping a kiss on top of his head, trying not to focus too much on the temporary splint they have his leg in. “How are you feeling?”
“Oh me?” he slurs, “I’m great.” He blinks blearily up at her, his eyes, normally so sharp, are distant, unfocused, like there’s a light film over them. “You’re pretty.” 
“Oh, thank you, Humphrey.” She spares a glance at the tray in her hand, and decides hot liquids are probably counterproductive to this situation, so she turns to set them on the counter far out of Dan’s reach. He watches her the whole time, a dazed smile on his face, so far gone. 
“Sorry you’re stuck here,” she sighs, carding a hand through his hair. He bumps his head eagerly into her touch, like a cat, or either of her father’s pets when they’re drunk on attention. “I tried seeing if we could get you an x-ray or even just a consult, but apparently the holidays are rife with way more severe casualties.”
Dan gazes up at her, giving no cue if anything she just said registered. “Marry me,” he says. 
She freezes, gaping at him in confusion. “What?”
“Marry me,” he repeats, dopey grin on his face, yet completely sincere. 
Blair swallows, pressing her lips tightly together. She should not laugh at him, not in this state. “We’re already married, kitten. For over a year now.” 
Dan’s eyes flash with recognition, or happiness, or opiates, but she’s again not sure if he actually heard her. 
“You’re pretty,” he repeats. So…maybe?
“Oh, thank you,” Blair twists one of his curls around her finger. “So are you.” 
He has the audacity to blush, teeth digging into his lower lip as he grins. Then, after a beat, his expression turns so very earnest again, rife with cloudy-eyed sincerity. “Marry me.”
“Sorry,” Blair teases, holding up her left hand to show her ring, unable to help herself. “I’m taken.” 
Dan’s face falls, eyes widening and lips pouting, the textbook definition of pitiful. 
It’s going to be a long day. 
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dashedwithromance · 2 years
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39803139
No sound can be heard amongst the wreckage of the Sith temple. No rattle of the wind through its rotten bones, no cry of the dead as they lie forgotten, no scuttling of the things that feast on death and decay. Even his footsteps are silent.
Somewhere in these ruins is the body of his sister.
Ahsoka Tano falls at the hand of her beloved former-Master. Five years later, Rex brings her home.
[what is a ghost story, if not love in another form?]
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bubbly-dolly · 1 year
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rough irl stuff happened so idk how much i'll be posting. it feels like i may take a break for a week or two... i hope not, but i dunno if i'll be able to relax in a doll way at all tbh
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starsandfluff · 2 years
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i am throwing glitter and confetti at u ✨ bc u are very awesome and cool :D
hate to break it to u but it’s never gonna all come out :> instead you’ll always have a reminder of ur awesomeness!
skdjdjdj alui im gonna have to change to sparklesandfluff at this rate
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teaboot · 1 year
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One of the best parts about working at a sex shop is the employee discount, and yeah that means excellent deals on sex supplies but that's not the big brain part.
You come to my house. Something is cooking in the kitchen- it smells wonderful. What is it? It's novelty dick-shaped pasta. I've set up a sensual sexy Italian dinner. There are candles set up on the table. They're melting too fast, dripping everywhere- they're low temp waxplay pillar candles. For dessert, I serve you a delicious ice cream topped in penis-shaped rainbow confetti sprinkles and strawberry body paint drizzle, and afterwards, serve coffee with roasted hazelnut warming lube.
We play a board game while we drink. It's sexy monopoly. It's your turn. You roll the dice. They come up as 'whisper into' and 'butt'. I lost the original dice. We're using the sexy dice. You move four spaces.
After dinner, I run you a bath. A bubble bath. The bubble gel? Sensual ocean breeze. There are candles lined up around the tub. The scent is overpowering. Why? They're three-in-one fruit flavored massage oil candles. I'm using so much. It's so wasteful. Do you want to shave? I have conditioning shave cream that smells like limes. And an electric body razor, but you can't use that in the tub.
How about a bath bomb? You toss one in. It's cherry blossom scented. As it dissolves, three sexy bath sex suggestion cards fall out. They're all variations on doggy style, probably because fucking in a bathtub is probably the easiest way to break your hip.
The water cools. You get out an dry off with a novelty towel. If you wrap it around your chest, it looks like you have gigantic tatas bursting through the fabric like the Hulk.
You walk into the bedroom. I'm there, reading an instructional book titled "The Housewife's Guide To Every Day Stripping". I'm wearing a neck pillow designed to look like a massive curved weiner. Also a pair of fake leather bondage leggings and an oversized men's christmas T-shirt that says "Jingle My Bells" across the front.
I see you come in. I put down the book, take off the pillow. Offer you a massage. You accept. I already burned up all the massage candles so I pop a new bottle of CBD massage oil that says something wrong about Chakras on it. It's very gritty. That's because there's little chunks of amethyst in it for some fucking reason. It's fine, though. You say you don't mind.
I don't do massages very often. It's bad. You end up more tense than before. One of your muscles starts to cramp- it's okay. I whip out a bottle of Lidocane topical masculine performance numbing spray. You immediately feel like your shoulder went to the dentist. It's not ideal, but it's better than cramping.
You're not in the mood to bone after that. Which is good, cause I'm actually pretty asexual, but it hasn't come up yet so I'm relieved to avoid the conversation. Instead we get ready for bed. (The weather is terrible, and I insist you stay over.) I set up the futon, then realize it smells like cigarettes from the previous owner and shyly ask if you wanna cuddle in my room. You're down.
I crawl under the covers, placing my penis-shaped pink glitter pride bottle on the side table in case one of us wakes up thirsty. Once you're settled in, I turn off the glowing bare ass night light and the room goes black.
It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you look up at the ceiling. It's dotted all over with little green flourescent lights. Are they plastic stars? No. I've pinned up a thousand glow in the dark condoms. God bless
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borom1r · 1 year
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AND LIKE its not even hurr durr change bad dont update my favorite franchises BECAUSE LITERALLY EVIL DEAD 2013 IS RIGHT THERE AND IF I WANTED A GENUINELY FUCKED UP SCARY EVIL DEAD MOVIE I WOULD WATCH IT OVER THE ORIGINAL!!! I WILL ADMIT TO THAT!!!!
I will Also admit to liking the RZ Halloween remakes WAYYYYY more than I like any of the original Halloween films so like change IS good franchise updates/reboots/late installments CAN be done well!!! (the lost boys sequel!! is genuinely very good!!)
AND RISE FAILED ON ALL FUCKING COUNTS THAT MATTER!!!!!!!
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fazeruined · 1 year
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tag dump 1/?
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incorrectbatfam · 2 months
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May I have more gen alpha Damian but as Robin? This little boy is a menace to the rouges ... I love this idea 💖💖💖💖💖
Riddler: Riddle me this.
Damian: *starts recording on his smart watch*
Riddler: The first two letters signify a male, the first three letters signify a female, the first four letters signify a great man, while the entire word signifies a great woman. What is the word?
Damian's watch: Heroine.
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Joker: You see, little birdie, it all started with One Bad Day—
Damian: *plays the world's smallest violin*
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Freeze: With the press of a button, I will ice over the entire Gotham Harbor!
Damian: Cringe.
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Hatter: *posts a TikTok monologue threatening the batfam*
Damian: *stitches himself yawning and falling asleep*
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Croc: *roars*
Damian: *pulls out the All-Blades*
Croc: ?
Damian: My brother got the DLC.
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Harley: *launches her confetti cannon*
*single piece of confetti falls out*
Damian, clapping: Go girl give us nothing.
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Clayface: *attacks Damian*
Damian: *rips out a chunk of clay*
Damian: *starts playing with it like slime*
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Scarecrow: I've got you now.
Damian: Imagine being a grown man beefing with a middle schooler. Couldn't be me.
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Ivy: *ties him up with her plants*
Damian, a vegan: *chomp*
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Damian: What are your pronouns so I can eviscerate you properly?
Two-Face: ...
Two-Face: He/they.
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Ra's: It's just you and me, my disgraced heir. Let's finish this duel once and for all.
Damian: *taps his phone*
Jon: *flies in and pummels Ra's*
Jon: Thank you for ordering from SüberDefeats! Be sure to share your feedback.
Damian: *tips Jon and leaves five stars*
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pralinesims · 5 months
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Some of my CC faves, makeup + genetics edition!
Yesterday I've posted my favorite accessory CC pieces, today I'm continuing with a few of my most beloved makeup or genetics items.
Eyes | Eyebrows
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Dazzling Light // 1. Elodie
Heaven // 2. Trance
Lullaby // 3. Domino
Emotion // 4. Jeffrey
Sweet Lies // 5. Sam
Irene // 6. Lotto
Eyeshadows | Eyeliners
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Sagefire // 1. Rem
Macchiato // 2. Hass
Sunny Strawberry // 3. Amusement Park
Ice Queen // 4. Lynx
Dromi // 5. Arabica
Butterfly's Dance // 6. Lovesong
Blushes | Lipsticks
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White Peach // 1. Arcana
Star Shower // 2. Underworld
Daisy // 3. Pomegranate Jelly
Cloud 9 // 4. Americano
Wine // 5. Delight
Judith // 6. Salmon
Skin Details | Skins
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Maple Freckles // 1. Flower
Lucien Contour // 2. Livia
Aurion Dimples // 3. Honeydew
Faron Monolid Mask // 4. Face Skin Overlays
Jetlag Eyebags // 5. Sunflower
Angelus Nose Mask // 6. Lychee
Random | Artsy
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Crystal Lip Gloss Overlay // 1. Perla Confetti
Temza Lashes // 2. Valkyrie Eye Glitter
DIY Eye Kit // 3. Ritual Facepaint
Havoc Scars // 4. Weekend Face Details
LYLC Highlighter // 5. YaYaYa Bandaids
Nylon Faceshine // 6. Going Crazy Face Tattoos
If you like, please consider to support my work 🖤 ● ALL MY CC DOWNLOADS
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