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flammelikeshookdust · 3 months
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Drawing my fem Captain Hook in her Pirate Fairy era 😌
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hawkinsp0st · 2 years
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mike pov for this scene just hit me like a freight train
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mike inhales sharply as he looks on. the hill at the edge of the woods by hop’s cabin is being consumed by death. he wants to say the flowers have been burnt, but the look on el’s face as she plucks dead ones from the charred grass tells mike that something far worse than fire has been here. black clouds billow over hawkins. he wonders if it’s like the black smoke of the mind flayer—One—that had possessed will. there’s a short, sharp pain in his chest.
he remembers the flowers he picked for el right around here. he had been so nervous about getting the colors right. el grips a dead flower and his ring is around her index finger and he swallows. he stares at her but she doesn’t feel like the same girl. doesn’t feel like his el. it feels so stupid to think about this now. a quiet part of his mind supplies that he could talk about that feeling with will, and will would understand.
he trips over his shoes a little bit and his knuckles brush against will’s. his arm tingles and he feels warm. earlier this week, mike would’ve forced his brain to go blank in that moment, tamping down that yet-unnamed feeling he gets when they touch, and it’s because i missed him and he’s my best friend, and besides he loves el, i love el—
but he watches the blood red lightning strike over town hall, and he can still feel the fear in will’s eyes when they sat in the cabin moments ago, and it dawns on mike that he’s made a promise to will: to kill One.
something lights mike on fire from the inside, something he knows he’s felt before—a desire to protect. to follow through on his word. to put himself in harm’s way before he lets anything happen to—
everyone, he thinks. i want to protect everyone.
he tells himself it’s everyone that he’s worried about but the clouds light up crimson and he’s seen that color before and in a moment of brutal clarity he can picture will in his room in california, concentrating, paintbrush delicately swiping over the red heart on mike’s shield, and it takes everything in him not to pull will’s hand into his own. to throw will behind him. to kill anything that tries to touch will ever again.
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phatcatphergus · 28 days
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Call him William Tell and shoot an apple off my head
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firethatgrewsolow · 2 years
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i think like a sick snippiet would be cute with mitch and rob omfg
I agree, anon! 💕 Here’s the beginning:
He shook his head in a bid to dissolve the cough. Goddammit. His throat burned, and the dreaded congestion was making its presence known. Caught something on the plane. He was early, as they’d been able to snag the first flight from New York, and he was grateful to be home.
Michelle was up at the crack of dawn, doing her best to avoid cleaning. Although she knew he was coming back, she assumed she had some leeway. Bella was still asleep, and she determined that a cup of tea was in order. She crept down the steps, hesitating for a moment, as she was only clothed in a tiny pair of panties. Good heavens, I’m in the middle of nowhere. What does it matter? She resumed her trek, smiling at the fresh morning sunlight creeping in through the windows. We really should put some glass in.
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kochei0 · 2 months
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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cozylittleartblog · 2 months
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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
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suiheisen · 9 months
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gritty both capturing the zeitgeist as usual AND educating me on the availability of free flow butter at american cinemas
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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maxthesillyy · 1 year
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ocxmaul · 10 months
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my text post collection vol. 1
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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the-phantom-peach · 9 months
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🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??
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stil-lindigo · 2 months
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SPREADSHEET OF PALESTINIAN ESCAPE FUNDS‼️TIME SENSITIVE
Operation Olive Branch is a continuously updating spreadsheet of Palestinian escape funds where progress towards their goals is being tracked. As of right now, there are over 100 funds listed there.
Any amount of money can make a difference. With their recent decision to bomb Rafah, the only remaining “safe” territory in Gaza, Israel has forced Palestinians into a corner by giving them nowhere else to go. The international community has given Israel the ability to act with impunity - it is long past the point in time to rely on those in power to hold Israel to any standard of compassion.
Today, I want you to look at this document, choose a fund, contribute to it, and share it. The people in Rafah are living on borrowed time. Free Palestine.
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brettmeow · 7 months
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I heard the entire gomens fandom was on tumblr
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bisclavaret · 10 months
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a day late to my 6 years on t anniversary ✨🏳️‍⚧️ a short comic about looking back
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keirahknightley · 20 days
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The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
🎬 Peter Jackson
+ IMDb trivia
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