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garforprongs · 3 days
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sum domestic jegulus ☕️☀️
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tanukigobrrr · 4 months
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traditional art has a chokehold on me right now
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sweetcreaturetm · 1 year
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Me when I see a post about Eddie still dying and Steve being sad
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swedenis-h · 11 months
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Happy Pride 2023!
(last years post)
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luyo-mi · 4 months
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🐙❤️
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charlieswebb · 17 days
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the greeks believed that our souls were split in half so we have to find our missing pieces. but i feel full. my soul is complete. aromanticism allows the soul to stay together
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iwoulddieforienzo · 5 months
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Personally I think percabeth is at its best when Grover is in it. I don’t necessarily mean in a polycule way I just think it’s great when he’s around
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britcision · 4 months
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Another “Danny works at a mortuary” but because he’s also the strongest source of ectoplasm in insert-city-of-your-choice he is constantly surrounded by blob ghosts that no one else can see
And occasionally they try to “help” him at work, moving tools around, trying to clean the pumps, just generally being well intentioned poltergeists who are very much not actually helping
Once in a while a group of particularly naughty blobs will hop into one of the bodies Danny’s preparing (it takes 6-8 blobs to make it move properly, since they need at least the knees, waist, shoulders, and head controlled separately)
Danny then has to chase the corpse down and very carefully suction the blobs out and try and get it back before anyone notices…
But he’s not always at work
And the blobs keep chewing through the corners of his ghost wards like naughty little goats
One of the heroes gets wind of suspicious body snatching activity at the mortuary (and possibly magic cult stuff if we’re playing with Shazam) and begins to investigate
The only rule is if we’re doing Gotham and bats Danny is accidentally sent a Talon at LEAST once and Scooby Doo shenanigans ensue while he chases the Talon around and tries to slurp the blob ghosts out, while the blob ghosts chase Danny to see what he’s doing
He’s doing his very best to just do his job and be a good mortuary assistant, and all his work colleagues/classmates from the program make so many jokes about living a horror movie
Danny WISHES he was just living a horror movie, but his permanent soundtrack is just the Benny Hill theme and there’s nothing he can do about it
(Maybe he’s shooting for mortician to help baby ghosts stabilise in a city less saturated than Amity, maybe he’s passing on messages for the dead, maybe it’s a psychopomp thing but he’s really trying not to get busted by the Justice League for body snatching that he isn’t even doing)
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caspervi · 2 months
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Jegulus “engagement photoshoot” commission ⭐️
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valeovalairs · 1 month
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My sister, who does not have a tumblr account and instead leeches off of mine, drew something on my iPad and wanted to share with the other good omens fans
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She said if this hits a certain amount of notes they’ll make a tumblr account
Edit: it hit the certain amount, she’s @cultconstel
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it-wasntaphase · 2 months
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i am like…unhealthily obsessed with this new d&p era. they just look so genuinely happy, they are literally glowing in every single video. you can tell their smiles are genuine is every video god i’m so emotional over it
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dreagine · 10 days
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 YOOOOUUU….
HAPPY BIRTHDAY 2 YOOOOOOOOOOU!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR INK SANS……
Happy birthday 2 you🥰
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hellneedsaruler · 2 years
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Fanfic is the peak human experience out there . Everyday a different stranger tells me a bed time story about two fictional men we’re both obsessed with
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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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Eddie’s been well aware of his feelings towards Steve, ever since his heart still managed to skip a beat even while running for his life in a nightmare alternate dimension, just because Steve was in his line of vision; all he could think was Well, shit, this is pretty fucking inconvenient.
(What he’d meant was inevitable.)
But he doesn’t act on it, doesn’t dare to even think of it being as serious as love or he’s the goddamn one, not until…
It starts as a small thing. He’s still getting back into the swing of playing the guitar just for fun, just for him—when the mood strikes him, he fiddles away at his acoustic until some kind of tune forms, nothing all that complicated.
Wayne had got him a new stack of blank tapes, and he records himself singing a few times, improvising lyrics that end up sounding a bit like folk songs he’s heard in his childhood.
“Which one’s better?” he asks Steve idly on a cloudy afternoon; they’re long past the stage where he feels nervous at the thought of Steve hearing him sing, a familiarity grown between them: something more than just ‘forced’ bonding through near-apocalyptic circumstances.
He plays a tape while they lounge on the bed, and the second version of the song is barely over when Steve begins to speak.
And Eddie isn’t really expecting him to give a serious answer, because, well, the singing isn’t all that serious, honestly. The recording isn’t professional, his lyrics chop and change, the melody loses its way a bit in the middle before returning; it’s hardly the kind of thing a producer would play in an idealistic movie and say kid, I’m gonna make you a star.
(That’s not why Eddie’s recording, anyway. It’s more to prove something to himself: this hasn’t been taken from you. It can still make you happy.)
“Oh, this one, no question,” Steve says, with such confidence that Eddie almost wonders if he’s gonna reveal that in between the whole side hustles of Family Video and killing real D&D monsters, he is, in fact, a producer.
“Hmm, interesting. Why?”
Steve shrugs, brushing against Eddie with the movement, like he’s saying isn’t it obvious?
“I can hear you smiling in this one,” Steve says.
And Eddie…
Just stops for a moment. Like a song left on pause.
He’s unable to stop the question that comes spilling out.
“Can I, uh… Steve. Can I kiss you?”
The soft rustle of sheets; Steve’s face is suddenly so close that Eddie closes his eyes on impulse.
“Thought you were never gonna ask,” Steve says, and Eddie can hear his smile so clearly—and when their lips meet, he feels the shape of it, too, feels the smile grow as his song flows on, a joy that cannot be contained.
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ricky-mortis · 2 months
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Holloweane… save me…
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kasieli · 11 months
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Poppy and Ominis deserve the world thank you and goodnight
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