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queenmeriadoc · 7 months
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The Terror Brainrot crack
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dwyntwo · 24 days
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Imagine this. The stadtwatch finds a tunnel underground somewhere in Ketterdam. They're like "Wtf is this doing here", climb in and follow the tunnel, thinking it's leading them to an underground crime syndicate or something, only to find Kaz freaking Brekker at the end of it with a shovel in his hand. They just stare at him for a moment and he stares back until he eventually says "Leave" with his appalled, scratchy ass voice as if they just broke into his living room and invaded his privacy. The stadtwatch officers are entirely confused and unsure how to handle this situation, so they just awkwardly retreat, one of them even mumbles a "Sorry".
Kaz turns back to his work shaking his head, being all like "The NERVE of some people"
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alice dyer: does anything ever
me: yess queen!! terrorize trespass transgenderism!!!!
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jurassic-cunt · 4 months
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jfj wants that old man to raw him
insp.
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vildo · 2 months
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Mirror Sarek hating Kirk for seducing his son
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taurgo · 20 days
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I for real want a moment at some point where Riz just opens his briefcase and lets loose ultra Baron on an enemy
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Vincent Price and Peter Lorre
Tales of Terror; The Black Cat (1962) dir. Roger Corman
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evilkitten3 · 10 months
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atla crack au where zuko and azula burn the palace down as kids (like 12 and 10, respectively, pre-banishment but post-grandpacide), run away to avoid consequences, and somehow end up "discreetly" living in the abandoned fire nation ship in the south pole ("discreetly" is a word which here means "all the adults know they're there bc they have massive arguments every other day, and when hakoda's nearby he "drops" things that might be useful")
ozai ends up blaming the palace fire on iroh and banishes him. he must capture the children to regain his honor (translator's note: this is adult speak for "get their asses back here so i can ground them for the rest of their lives")
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slow-burn-sally · 7 months
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No no—I think I’ve created something truly profound here and the answer is 42. 
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queenmeriadoc · 7 months
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The Terror Brainrot crack
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penelopwgarcia · 7 months
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the republic: don't worry we've sent our best backup team
*a 19 year-old with anger issues and reckless behaviour with a 14 year-old more impulsive than the older one*
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paradisepoisoned · 3 months
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Your tags said that your legacy is Matt's mom? Tell us about her!
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This is Jezebel Madeleine Jeevas (but due to the creative cruelty of school children she’s been called Jizzabel one too many times so you can just call her Maddie.)
Idk if people want my full shitty backstories for the Wammy kids but let’s just say that 80% of her problems probably could have been solved if teen mom was a show in the 90’s and that she was the shittiest stripper and con woman the western hemisphere has ever seen.
She loved her son/partner in crime very very much.
Much love to @neallo and @fruitynear for letting me scream about characters that don’t exist.
Lemme know what you guys think and If you want the whole back story
Should I draw Mello’s mom next?👀
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abrahamvanhelsings · 1 month
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imagining the things graham gore could and would have done to edward little's cervix had he lived a little longer
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clandestinegardenias · 2 months
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Because @atkeks is having a bit of a rough day, a snippet of the fic I'm writing inspired by our joke that Sir John asks Francis and James to kiss and make up.
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“Actually, a moment, gentleman,” Sir John calls. James feels as if his stomach has dropped to his ankles. He would very much like to go back to his cabin and sit with his head in his hands for a short while. It has been a trying morning. 
“One must always demonstrate love and understanding to one’s brothers, which all of the men on this ship are bound to be,” Sir John continues, “Before you go, it would please me greatly to see you kiss and make up.”
James had not thought Sir John a man of a particularly humorous inclination. 
He attempts to force a chuckle in response to this sorry attempt at a joke, struggling for several long seconds before the silent anticipation building around them begins to convey that, perhaps, Sir John was not joking after all. 
James nervously glances sidelong at Francis, who, he finds, is not laughing either. 
In fact, he looks downright murderous. Not in the usual way, however, and it surprises James to discover that he knows Francis’ various expressions well enough to make the distinction. This is not the look Francis fixes James with when they fight. That look is red, hot, mobile, alive. This look, right now, is its antithesis. It is pale, cold, and far, far more dangerous. 
It occurs to James that, perhaps, this is what Francis looks like when he is well and truly angry. 
Which suggests, oddly enough, that he has never once in their entire acquaintance been well and truly angry at James. 
As James is having this world-bending revelation, the silence is broken by Sir John’s sudden, booming laughter. 
It was, in fact, a joke after all. 
James experiences the strange sensation of simultaneously dizzying relief mixed with some strange dampening feeling for which he cannot account. He had been in the first, wobbly stages of imagining kissing Francis on the cheek, and finds that he mourns the death of the image.  
He manages a weak chuckle, glad that they are at least back on familiar ground, and shoots a wry smile at Francis beside him only to find that Francis is still not laughing. Not even the slightest hint of a smile graces his face. If anything, he looks angrier than ever. 
If James could bore a hole into Francis’ head with his eyes he would. The man should just accept the provided escape route and relieve the social tension. Just the smallest quirk of Francis' lips in Sir John’s general direction and the two of them could beat a hasty retreat. 
Instead, Francis’ eyes narrow, and James experiences a cold rush of fear because he knows that look, as well. 
Francis is about to do something extraordinarily foolhardy. 
Something that will probably get them both in a fit of trouble. 
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all-or-nothing-baby · 1 month
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“Help! There's a cosmic entity in my washing machine!”
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