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#the most treasurable thing
fairweathermyth · 1 year
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Christ! I know you can’t hear me, but I only did what you wanted me to. Christ! I’d sell out the nation, for I have been saddled with the murder of you.
JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR dir. Norman Jewison, 1973
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yashley · 5 months
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"Yeah, but we talked about it and I didn’t want it." "Why not?" "Because it scared me."
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pyromaniac-cyndaquil · 8 months
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Imagine a pmd story that ends with the hero STAYING in the human world and keeping it that way - either because they really can't return or because they don't want to.
Imagine their partner being desperate to see them again.
Now imagine partner being offered a chance to get what they want, for a price. They're sent to the human world and turned into a human (amnesia optional). Now, they need to navigate a new world of humans and Pokémon trainers while figuring out what their purpose here is (and potentially dealing with some Big Threat, which was the main reason they were permitted to go there in the first place...)
Basically, imagine reverse pmd.
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So...
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holy shit this conversation, i have. so many thoughts.
i'm like, 80% sonic is gonna face some kind of betrayal from either dread or nine
#nine because he is the most important variant obviously so his betrayal would hit harder#also because he wanted to use a shard to create his own perfect world. and sonic needs them to fix his#also also because it's likely fixing sonic's world would make the shatterverse dissappear#and with nine having researched the shards i find it likely he could be the one to find out about the consecuences of fixing the cristal#and i doubt he would be a fan of the whole dissapearing to instead become a part of someone else thing#plus he was the one named during the conversation about the people from the shatterspaces#and in the trailer for s2 we had images of him implying he would meet the other tails#i'm not saying he's gnna be EVIL but he might be against sonic at some point#and in the case of dread#WE the audience know he's selfish and only cares about himself and his treasure#but neither his crew nor sonic found out about that#i find it unlikely they would just let him get away with using people like that#so at some point he's gonna have to do something that outs him as the ruthless person he is#plus he is OBSESSED with his shard. why would he let sonic keep it#we know the council gets hold of his shard at some point#so maybe they loose it on their first appearaence this “season” and then he cooperates to get his shard back#but when the moment comes to let sonic have it (after recovering the shard) he steals it or something#sonic prime#sonic prime season 2#sonic prime spoilers#sonic prime season2#sonic prime s2
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parlerenfleurs · 3 months
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Starting to think, going by the MXTX fandoms, that a lot of people are comfortable with being a bit terrible and not thriving for an ideal whatsoever, because they really really reeaaally want to believe Xue Yang and Jiang Cheng are poor cuties who weren't lucky and the heroes are a bunch of holier-than-thou arrogant bitches who need to be taken down a peg when the text says the opposite, because then it justifies their own faults and hatred of genuinely awesome people who seem to have it better in life and isn't that sooo unfair and isn't it fair that they should suffer to learn what it's like to suffer like them, poor tortured, petty, flawed humans who see themselves in the villains rather than the heroes.
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books-apples-socks · 4 months
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(...) Silver had terrible hard work getting up the knoll. What with the steepness of the incline, the thick tree stumps, and the soft sand, he and his crutch were as helpless as a ship in stays. But he stuck to it like a man in silence, and at last arrived before the captain, whom he saluted in the handsomest style. He was tricked out in his best; an immense blue coat, thick with brass buttons, hung as low as to his knees, and a fine laced hat was set on the back of his head. “Here you are, my man,” said the captain, raising his head. “You had better sit down.” “You ain’t a-going to let me inside, cap’n?” complained Long John. “It’s a main cold morning, to be sure, sir, to sit outside upon the sand.” “Why, Silver,” said the captain, “if you had pleased to be an honest man, you might have been sitting in your galley. It’s your own doing. You’re either my ship’s cook—and then you were treated handsome—or Cap’n Silver, a common mutineer and pirate, and then you can go hang!” “Well, well, cap’n,” returned the sea-cook, sitting down as he was bidden on the sand, “you’ll have to give me a hand up again, that’s all.” (...) Silver’s face was a picture; his eyes started in his head with wrath. He shook the fire out of his pipe. “Give me a hand up!” he cried. “Not I,” returned the captain. “Who’ll give me a hand up?” he roared. Not a man among us moved. Growling the foulest imprecations, he crawled along the sand till he got hold of the porch and could hoist himself again upon his crutch. Then he spat into the spring. “There!” he cried. “That’s what I think of ye. Before an hour’s out, I’ll stove in your old block house like a rum puncheon. Laugh, by thunder, laugh! Before an hour’s out, ye’ll laugh upon the other side. Them that die’ll be the lucky ones.” And with a dreadful oath he stumbled off, ploughed down the sand, was helped across the stockade, after four or five failures, by the man with the flag of truce, and disappeared in an instant afterwards among the trees.
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inkandpaintleopard · 5 months
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Just an assortment of different sketches
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joshuamj · 1 year
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If canon won't give me a Collector timeskip design, I'll just do it myself >:(
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gokubrain · 7 months
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this is literally what kakavege is to me. do you get what i mean
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divinemanicstate · 5 months
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happy birthday to my beautiful wife @jade-lynxx!! she always indulges my autism and obsessions
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corrodedcoughin · 1 year
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Hello!!! Sorry it's been so long! But I'm back and I'm having thoughts about Eddie getting into Steves interests bc that never fails to get me
Eddie, in the back of one of his dnd notebooks has a section dedicated to Steves sport teams and all his favourite players. That the Indiana Pacers is a basketball team and the Chicago Cubs and the Chicago Bears are two different teams apparently? Making note of how the Indianapolis Colts moved in the middle of the night which he is very tempted to use in a campaign.
Steve complains to Eddie once, that there's a game he's been really wanting to watch but can't. His parents are having some of their friends over for dinner and his mom is taping one of her shows. Eddie says he can come over and watch it with him if he wants? And Steve's face lights up.
And Eddie doesn't know shit about sports, it'll never be one of his interests but fuck if he doesn't love the way Steve looks so happy when he explains to him the rules, or when he stands up off the couch when the ref makes a bad call.
You just know that Eddie is sitting there with the biggest heart eyes
HELP THIS IS SO SWEET.
Eddie offering Steve to come over and watch and speeding home to ask Wayne everything he possibly can about the nights game. He’d ask Wayne to stay for moral support but he’s got a back shift so will have to listen on the radio.
He sits eddie down before he goes though, giving him a quick fire round of questions on Sports™️. To both of their surprise Eddie aces it, turns out he can study pretty well when it’s Steve Harrington’s affection on the line.
Wayne leaves and between his departure and Steve’s arrival eddie has written a litany of reminders all of his hand and forearm in case his brain short circuits (it’s been known to happen when he Steve gets loud and excited in his vicinity).
So Steve arrives and Eddie manages to play it cool. That is until Steve grabs his forearm from where they are sitting side by side on the couch. Apparently it’s a particular tense moment in the game, it passes with Steve groaning and rubbing his hands together infront of his face. And leaves eddie with a completely smudged arm, Steve’s hands with ink on them which he spots because of course he does. Raising an eyebrow and staring at his palms he lets out a ‘what the fuck?’ And turns to look at Eddie for help in his confusion.
And of course, Eddie tries to play it cool, shrugs in am ‘I dunno’ expression that means his forearm is raised and Steve zeros in on the inky mess of his arm. Eddie is caught like a dear in the headlights and the whole thing dissolves into laughter and blushing from both parties. Steve ends up leaving his hand on Eddie’s arm because ‘hey it’s smudged anyway, right?’ And both of them are smiling to themselves for the rest of the game.
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jellymish-reblogblog · 2 months
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Let's be real here: Is it really a City Watch book if Sam Vimes doesn't get his ass kicked and passes out at some point?
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marthaskane · 1 year
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National Treasure (2004) National Treasure: Book of Secrets (2007) National Treasure: Edge of History (2022- )
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bunnyinatree · 2 years
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I return to share another drawing of Near my beloved—and Light is there, too, I guess... :P
[image ID: A redraw of these two panels from One Punch Man.  The first panel is Near pointing at the camera looking displeased and saying, “You DISGUST me. LEAVE.”  DISGUST is underlined once, and LEAVE is underlined twice.  The second panel has Light in the foreground pointing at Near in the background.  Light looks uncomfortable and is saying, “What’s with this sassy... LOST CHILD?”  LOST is underlined.  Near is in the same pose as before, but now with their full body visible and a more pronounced frown.  Both panels take place in the Yellow Box Warehouse.  End image ID.]
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inhuman-obey-me · 1 year
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Congratulations on reaching 2700 followers!
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"I look at you and I see the void." - Barbatos/MC
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Barbatos is time infinite, space incorporeal – a wave of his hand is all he needs to see every universe, every timeline, every outcome. A snap of his fingers is all it takes to change everything. A power so infinite and yet, so bounding – for he does not want to see what will happen in several years' time if he turns that vase just so, if he cooks a certain meal a certain night, if he answers a question with five more words instead of two. 
The threads of time weave through his fingers, and he could create whatever tapestry he so wishes – but that is not Barbatos’ desire. Perhaps once, he had a vision of what he wanted his life to be. Perhaps that is why he is where he is now. A truth lost to the echoing realities of eternity. 
It is a power that could drive anyone mad, and he is no exception – but he has learned to temper it, has found someone to serve who understands the gravity of it and all its consequences. He is in control – even with the buzz of the multiverses filling his mind in the quiet of his room, with the colors that paint the edges of visions that seep through his dreams. True peace from it all is the one thing he knew he could never achieve. 
That is, until you came along.
“What is it?” 
“Hm?” He answers as if he’s been snapped out of a reverie.
The two of you are alone in one of the castle’s many gardens, thanks to your request for a moonlit stroll after a lively dinner with a crew of rather rambunctious demons. The moments you had alone were rare, and it pleases Barbatos to have you alone to himself. 
“You’ve been staring at me for some time now, Barbatos. Do I have something on my face?” 
“No, not at all.” He clears his throat, a sheepish smile ghosting his lips. “I simply found myself lost in thought.” 
“About me?” You tease, taking a step closer to him with mirth in your eyes. “My, just what was on your mind to have you staring so intensely?” 
“Nothing salacious, I assure you.” He smirks as he sees you playfully pout at that response, and then slowly closes the space between you. “...Do you really want to know?”
Your eyes narrow, searching his gaze as curiosity replaces cheer. “Yes, I do.” 
“I look at you,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your lips. “...and I see the void.”
Confusion knits your brows, and he chuckles softly as he looks deep into your eyes.
“You are so intangible, so captivating, and utterly beyond my comprehension of all that I know to be true.” A hand comes to your waist, to the small of your back as he pulls you close against him. “You are, for the first time in my long life, a mystery that brings me both intrigue and peace. It is as if time stops with you, by no will or power of my own. To be with you, to even gaze upon you, brings the cacophonous universe to a lull, a peace I never thought possible for myself.” 
As he feels warmth radiate from your cheeks, he brings his lips to yours in a languid kiss. 
“In you,” he whispers against your skin, “I see the abyss that I’ve always craved.”
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silvers-coin · 8 months
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