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#this was so personal wtf
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personal rant for personal reasons because im that kind of person, personally
hey, check tags before reading, my beloveds
so like, im excited about the new mcr music. I swear i am.
but holy frick if it doesn't give me flashes to the crappy friendships i had at age 15
like holy crap if i'm not constantly wondering what the friend who introduced me to MCR is thinking about this song
like holy fricking crap if i don't want to text him and ask him if he thinks it's any good
like holy crap.
for the first time since we stopped talking i want to talk to him again. I want to find him and ask him what he thinks. I want him to tell me all his opinions just like nothing had ever changed and I'm still a fricking baby who can't get over my best friends in the world hurting me in stupid ways that never mattered at all--
Like, I'm so excited about Foundations of Decay, and I really enjoyed the sound.
But the level at which I want to dig out that old contact I never blocked, but never texted again, and just ask him what he thinks is so strong.
I want to ask him if he liked it. If the sound was good. If he remembers when he sent me "Bulletproof Heart" after singing "Blood" at the top of his lungs, and spamming "I'm Not Okay" in group chats for as long as I can remember.
But if I ask him what he thinks.
He'll say other things.
Or maybe he won't.
But he'd want to. He'd have so many things to say that they would hang in silence like anvils above our heads, waiting for the cords to get pulled too tight and snap, crushing us both.
Why haven't you talked to me since 2021?
Because you weren't good for me, and you're still not.
Why are you only texting me now?
Because even though you were horrible to me, I want that friendship we once had.
Why didn't you text me sooner?
I didn't want to.
Like, I know this is all so specific and probably heartbreaking to read. But like, people are so shitty sometimes? Why do you want to go back to someone who fed you your ripped-out heart on a silver platter? Someone who stopped taking your side when you needed them most? Why do we want that? Why do we crave that?
Am I just an emotional masochist, or is everyone? Are we all just looking for the next person to hurt us, waiting for the next shoe to drop?
And the thing is, I wish I could say I knew he was struggling with it, too. I wish I could say he wanted to talk to me, too.
But he doesn't, and he won't. Know why? It's been nearly a year since he last spoke to me.
I lost his world and gained another.
But now, I think, watching people on the internet scream about a song that talks about everything he would have loved to talk about, everything he would have been overjoyed and a little haughty to explain to me, everything he would have shamed me over, judged me over, spoken down to me over. Everything he would have talked about with someone else before he ever came to talk to me. Everything he ever would have never wanted to talk with me about, anyways, until I dragged him into it--
He and I are on the same terms with each other. We always have been. We'd pick fights, try to one-up each other. I know what he's thinking like you'd know what your brother is thinking. Like someone who was your best friend for years is thinking.
And together, the two of us have decided.
We've made our choices for different reasons. We've put our ideas together separately in the same ways.
I know why he hurt me. He had a girlfriend who was jealous of any time he gave me, even though she denied it. And then a friend whose feelings mattered more than mine did, even though he was the one who broke my heart. And after all that, I was just the girl he came to talk to last. Everything he'd told me had already been told to someone else, so if there was slack in the friend group to be cut it was me.
But I know him.
I know how he operates.
And yeah.
We're not talking.
But stars. Do I want to.
He doesn't want to. He's still mad at me.
But I want to talk to him.
What would I even say, if I did?
"Hey, you broke my heart far worse than any lover ever broke it. But what do you think of Foundations of Decay?"
"Yo, you let people talk shit about me behind my back and said nothing, even though I'd have burned down the world for you, did you see that MCR dropped a new single?"
"So you know how you were complicit in ruining the only friendships I had? Forget about it for a second. What's going on with My Chemical Romance?"
"So, like. Remember all the things we left unsaid? Leave them unsaid even longer. Is Foundations of Decay any good?"
I'm a fool, and I'll readily admit it.
Maybe it was just seeing his picture, seeing his mom today.
Maybe it was just knowing that I'm going to see him next year, no matter what, run into him in the hallways, we're going to the same school.
Maybe it's just emotional masochism, and the need to make myself suffer even more for whatever tiny sins I've committed against him, whatever I've ruined in myself.
Maybe this is just me wanting back the peace found in destruction, the safety in the danger, the calm before the sickness, the thing that gives me anxiety to this day just trying to lord over me how small and little and weak I am.
Or maybe.
I just wish that the good things had stayed good, and that I still could call him my friend.
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cynderrfall · 2 months
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On the surface 🌸
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lilybug-02 · 9 days
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Some fanart of a fancomic from a silly fangame of undertale or somethin'. idk seems pretty underground.
Eldritchrune by @lynxgriffin. Love their comics and work <3
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Jason: Ew, this tastes gross *turning to Dick next to him and holding it out to him* try it
Dick: What? No way, you just said it tastes gross, why would I try it?
Jason: fine *turns to Tim on the other side of him, holding it out* try this
Tim: *takes a bite* Yeah, disgusting
Damian: Oh please, Drake's a baby, let me try it
Tim: *passes it to Damian*
Damian: *Tries it* Eww, yeah, no, this is gross
Steph: *Takes it from Damian, trying it* makes me want to vomit, try it Cass
Cass: *Takes a bite* yeah no, please never get this again, you want some Duke?
Duke: Why not *takes a bite* Meh, it's not horrible, it's just not good
Dick: Well now I feel left out
Duke: *hands it to Dick*
Dick: *takes a bite*
Dick:
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Bruce, in the background: *slaps his forehead* why are they like this
Jason: You wanna try Bruce?
Bruce, dad who feels bad when he says no to his kids: *pained smile* *through clenched teeth* Suuuure...
Dick: *hands it to Bruce*
Bruce: *takes a bite, spits it out into his napkin* Awful, truly atrocious, I'm going to sue, that was so awful
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wtfforged · 1 month
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more cats keep appearing on my canvas idk what to tell you boss
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wanted to post the separate parts too :)
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shouldersshrug · 1 month
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some of yall need to infantilize sam less. im all for different viewpoints on characters but sometimes it’s just downright disrespectful. “haha sam thinks chocolate milk comes from brown cows” that is a grown man who smokes weed and has a computer science nerd for a best friend
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linusbenjamin · 5 months
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We're perfect for each other. You're gonna figure that out someday.
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hitmeupaep · 6 months
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actually insane
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tired-and-swaggy · 1 month
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how does hozier never miss??? this needs to be studied????
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 121
There’s several de-aged Danny prompts, but what about de-aged Jazz. Most agree she’s very liminal after all, so who's to say ghost things won’t affect her too? 
So imagine with me, Jazz gets hit with something, and she is now child; maybe even baby. Danny panics, flees with his emergency bag alongside the other three in Team Phantom. So now they’re four teens with a very small child on the run. Four teens and a small child who have run into several heroes. 
Heroes who are all very concerned. 
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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Eddie’s doing some dumb trick with a couple of wooden spoons, clever hands making them move through the air in improbable ways, and Steve’s about to bite his whisk in half. 
He’d thought for sure that Eddie would be going home the first week; Edward Munson, 29, bartender/musician from Brighton with mismatched tattoos and wild hair, seemed like exactly the kind of pretentious asshole who would flame out early with some ill-advised hipster experimentation. If Steve (28, social worker from Indiana, USA) had been a complete asshole, he’d have said that Eddie didn’t have the fundamentals. That he was all sizzle, no steak. 
It’s a good thing Steve’s not a complete asshole, because Eddie’s been blowing the technicals out of the water so consistently it’s actually pretty fucking embarrassing. His signatures and showstoppers are making a very respectable showing too, except for the time he tried to incorporate some fresh pandan extract and fucked up the liquid ratio, leaving him with a dripping mess that Mary’d declined to even try. 
Afterwards, Steve had seen him leaning against a tree and struggling to light a cigarette. Steve went over for no particular reason, flicking on his lighter and holding it out like a peace offering. Eddie looked at him warily, but bent over the offered flame. 
“Can’t believe I made it through this one,” Eddie said after a moment, white smoke curling out of his mouth.
“Yeah, I feel like that every week.” Steve leaned against the tree next to Eddie. It was a big tree, the kind that’s probably been growing in this field since before England was even England. 
“Nah, but—c’mon, you know what I mean.”
“You had some bad luck with your showstopper. Happens to the best of us, man. Your signature hand pies looked sick as hell.” Steve’s own hand pies had turned out pretty well, so he was feeling generous. It had only been the third week; plenty of time for Steve to snag Star Baker, though even by that point, Steve had been getting the creeping feeling that he was being a little too American about the whole thing. Everyone else seemed to think competitiveness was some kind of deadly sin. It was—actually kind of nice, to get the same kind of nerves he’d always gotten before high school basketball games, but know that he wasn’t really fighting against anyone except himself in the tent.
Anyway, the very next week, Eddie had done some kind of kickass gothic castle with a shiny chocolate dragon and gotten Star Baker for the second time. Steve had clapped him on the back, appropriately manly. Eddie had pulled Steve into a real hug, arms tight around Steve’s shoulders and his whole lean body pressed up close and warm. It had only lasted a moment, and then Eddie had bounded over to Mel and Sue, both of whom he’s been thoroughly charming since the get-go. 
Steve thinks that when this season—or, uh, series—airs, no matter where Eddie places, the entire country is going to be just as charmed. Eddie’s going to get whatever kind of cookbook deal or streaming show he wants. Sponsors will take one look at that handsome face and charismatic grin, and a whole world of possibilities is going to open up for Eddie. 
Steve’s not in it for any of that, of course. He’s here kind of by accident, because Robin pushed him to apply, and it’s a goddamn miracle he’s been holding his own. Hell, it’s a miracle he’s in this country at all. When Robin had started looking at the Cambridge MPhil program in linguistics, she’d said wouldn’t it be great if and he’d snorted, yeah right, like I could ever get whatever job I’d need to move to another freaking country, but then—well. Things had happened the way they’d happened, and now Robin’s almost finished with her degree and Steve is taking time off from the London charity he works at in order to be on Bake Off. 
He’s told all this to the cameras, plus the stuff about how baking started as a way for him to connect with the kids he used to babysit in Indiana, blah blah blah. He thinks it’s probably too boring for them to air, but he gets that they have to try to get a story anyway. 
Eddie Munson, on the other hand, is probably going to be featured in all the series promos. Steve is rabidly curious about what Eddie’s story is, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to just ask. It should be the easiest thing in the world. They’ve got kind of a camaraderie going, the two of them; a bit of a bromance, as Mel’s put it more than once. 
It’s true they get along pretty well, and the cameras have been picking up on it: on the way Eddie’ll wander over to Steve’s bench like a stray cat whenever they get some downtime, how they wind up horsing around sometimes, working off leftover adrenaline from the frantic rush of caramelization or whatever. There’s the time Eddie had hopped up on a stool to deliver some kind of speech from Macbeth, of all things, and overbalanced right onto Steve, who had barely managed to keep them both from careening into a stand mixer. Sue had patted Eddie on the shoulder and said, “Well, boys, that’ll be going in the episode for sure.”
They both get along with the other contestants just fine, of course, but they’re two guys of about the same age with no wife and kids waiting at home. It’s only natural that they’re gravitating together, becoming something like friends, Steve figures. It’s pretty great that he’s getting at least one real friend out of this whole thing.
It would be even greater if Steve could stop thinking about Eddie’s hands in decidedly non-friendly ways. With all the paperwork he’s signed, he can’t even complain to Robin about how Eddie looks with his sleeves pushed up to show off the tattoos on his forearms, kneading dough and grunting a little under his breath with effort. Steve had almost forgotten to pre-heat his oven that day. 
Two benches away, Eddie fumbles the spoons he’s been juggling with a clatter, and he bursts out laughing, glancing over at Steve like Steve’s in on the joke. Steve grins back, heart twanging painfully in his chest, and thinks: well, fuck. Guess this is happening.
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Henry Thomas in any flanaverse project is wild. Sometimes you get Hugh Crain or Ed Flynn. And then sometimes you get whatever the fuck Froderick Usher is
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a1m3v · 8 months
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OH MY GLOB YOU GUYS
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PRINCE GUMBALL’S NAME IS GARYYYYY
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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Once I was scrolling thru naruto fics and saw the tag "buisnessman!Kakashi" and all I could think about was Kakashi being a child businessman, owning all the konoha adults at doing business while wearing an oversized suit and tie. That idea is so fucking funny to me.
#obito: that kakashi! hes always showing me up by getting better deals than me >:-(#also just the idea of lil child Kakashi showing up at a business meeting and sealing the deal with an outline written in adorablly childish#handwriting. written in crayon lol#call this the naruto businessman au#every ninja is a business person and it exactly parallels canon. that is my dream#sealed inside naruto is the partial spirit of the ultimate buisnessman but its too powerful and everyones afraid#fucking hashirama's face on the wall as the company founder lmao rip madara: fuck this company ur brother embarrassed my brother so bad#at deal making that he died. im gonna tear it all down. face me hashirama! deal for deal. ill become the ultimate businessman ill control#the world and put an end to all this business!#oh got its so weird like the founders waterpark au that i also keep deep in my heart#anyway this is weird wtf am i doing. procrastinating and its like almost 11 i should keep writing or go to sleep lol#but wait: 10 years ago the spirit of a ferral businessman was unleashed upon this building. there was no stopping him. his charisma was#unmatched. his expense reports! his terrible otherworldly expense reports! he was too efficient! he fired half the staff! the spirit of#that buisnessman is sealed inside of u naruto. thats why theyre so afraid of u. and then cut to naruto in an oversized buisness suit#looking shocked. aw iruka as a daycare working. cute#anyway this is fucking dystopian lol#unrelated#naruto ramblings
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highseas-swede · 4 months
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...I seriously cannot stress how much I hate tags like "Give us BAMF Aziraphale" because it seems to imply that he's not badass.
He IS. Tell me how well most people could endure 6000 years of consistent, persistent demoralization, harassment and shitty treatment without snapping?
Do you know how HARD it is to be kind when you've been put through a system that actively discourages kindness and softness, a system that tries to beat it out of you - not physically, but still. The fact that Aziraphale got through all of that and is not just still kind, but still has the capacity to be kind to the very people who hurt him, is fucking remarkable.
Aziraphale is badass. Period. Full Stop.
It's well past time that we stopped equating physical and fighting prowess as a measure of badassery. Just about anyone can exercise and get strong enough to fight someone. Just about anyone could possibly get weapons training. Neither of these things is half as brave as putting yourself in front of a crowd of people and holding off 70 demons with just conviction and a candleholder because it's the RIGHT THING TO DO.
EDIT: I had to add this while I was thinking of it.
I feel like people are buying into Heaven's version of badassery. Angels were made to FIGHT. To fight the last big battle against demons and Hell.
Aziraphale is a deviation because he DOES NOT WANT THAT. He doesn't want to fight a war that will hurt billions and destroy the world. His defining moment in Season 1 is when he stands in the face of the quartermaster and refuses to fight the way they want him to. Instead of a weapon, he chooses to find another way.
If anything, I would think it's leading to the idea that Aziraphale feels he must fight, that he has no choice, and then, when it comes right down to it, finding another way. A kinder way. A BETTER way.
By the standards of Heaven, Aziraphale picking up his sword and fighting would be Normal. Him refusing and finding another way is what makes him Unique. THAT'S what makes him badass.
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blackbatcass · 7 months
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sometimes the ghost of kelley puckett (he is still alive) haunts me. does he know. does he even know. he’s so detached from the comics community and he’s such a private guy (I RESPECT THAT WHOLEHEARTEDLY) that i really and truly do not know if this man knows how much cassandra cain means to us. does he know batgirl 2000 is heralded as the bible of dc solo books, as a lot of people’s favorite comic ever written. does he know how much we love cass. how we write essays over her character and how amazing she is and how she changed our lives. does he know how adored his writing is. does he know he wrote the best comics character introduction of all time. does he even. know.
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