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fractangle · 11 months
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Pride month vest project, a patch a day #29: Wheat But Not Bread, Fruit But Not Wine
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science-lings · 15 days
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Yeah I get that Edgeworth and Maya are besties who obsess over the steel samurai but that leaves Phoenix and Franziska time to hang out and you cannot tell me that they wouldn’t be a terrifying duo. They both get hurt in a way that would kill a lesser person and just end up at the courthouse like two days later to save the day running purely on spite and righteous fury. If their goals align they would be unstoppable and I am so serious. They meet up while their spouses are occupied with samurai con to go to the renaissance fair and immediately solve the murder at the renaissance fair.
I need disbarment era Phoenix weirdgirling all over Franziska’s interpol level crime scene. I think he should give her some weed to see if that would make the viewing experience of the steel samurai and other related franchises slightly more enjoyable. I think she needs some guy who can kick down doors to drag around when she doesn’t have Gumshoe access. She bullies him relentlessly and he’s just enjoying the nostalgia of it all.
They’re buddies and no one knows how it happened
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whiteartblood · 6 months
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The keychains just arrived today!
I am quite pleased with the results! Now that all the wine plushes have been shipped out I will now focus on the charms
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hoofpeet · 1 year
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I think it's funny that Zisu has a zoroark too<3
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deiaiko · 6 months
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“That must have been hard.” Khun deflated. It was , because of course it was. Every waking moment Khun existed without Baam felt meaningless and wine was the easiest thing he could find in this world to numb that pain. The bottom of the bottle had felt like his only escape. He recalled how every sober moment felt like a nightmare and being drunk felt like it was the only way to survive in this hollow life. Prior to his death, Baam had been his cooling touch. He’d been the waves in which Khun would allow himself to drown in. He was the antidote to take the pain away. But, with the other gone, Khun felt like he had to placate the fire another way. He’d let the bitter taste soothe his hell. He’d let it drag him down until his head was submerged in its stupor. In fact, he smiled as he poisoned himself over and over again; almost begging this world to play with his fate the same way the Tower did.
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droughtofapathy · 1 day
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2023-2024 Broadway Season Ranked
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I saw every new show that opened on Broadway in the 2023-2024 season. Once more, perfectly normal and not at all cost-prohibitive. Compared to seasons' past, this one was plentiful in new musicals and utterly bereft of quality. Usually I have at least four shows that rewire my entire circuitry, but not this time.
Do you have strong opinions on any of these new shows? Are you filled with unstoppable rage at this list? Do you agree wholeheartedly? Discuss.
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xxrainbowvibezxx · 2 months
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I think they should meet
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They’re well into their cups when Voldemort finally broaches the topic that drove him here. 
“What if we went back to the old way of doing things?”
Narcissa meets his gaze and while she only delicately tilts her eyebrows at him, he can read how unimpressed she is. “Disregarding how often you attempted to give my son and husband impossible tasks during ‘the old way of doing things,’ and that you disposed of the followers who would be most willing to accept the return to former tactics,” she says with just enough deference, even as her eyebrow condescension intensifies. “What would you gain that you can’t achieve with your current position?”
“Truly, nothing,” he concedes. “Aside from the freedom to murder and torture and ‘disappear’ any political rivals or dissidents as I please.” And a little petty payback to his husband, who… wouldn’t even understand the slight currently. 
She hums. “I can see the appeal, and it’s entirely worth undermining years of work and an almost universal approval rating and support for the legislation you put forward.”
This magnificent bitch. “Narcissa, divorce your husband and run away with me.”
He’s not serious, of course, but Merlin, it would be simpler than dealing with the mess his life has become. And that’s truly saying something, given the epic tantrum Lucius would throw.
“A gracious offer, my Lord,” she replies, dry as a desert, only the slightest slur to her words to belie their third bottle of wine. “But alas, you have no albino peacocks to your name, so I must decline.”
“Hmm. Thwarted again.”
“Besides, I’m half your age, rather than a third of it. One would expect you to find someone younger still, if you intended to elope.”
“Have I mentioned lately that you’re so very fortunate I tolerate your insolence?” he grouses, looking askance at her.
“You are the very picture of beneficence, my Lord,” she says patronisingly.
“Ugh. I don’t know how Lucius puts up with you some days.” Narcissa giggles inelegantly into her wine. “Though, in fairness, I don’t know how you put up with him either.”
“Well, of course you don’t. You picked a ridiculous, bleeding-heart Gryffindor rather than anyone sensible,” she says lightly. “As if anyone else could have gotten through to you.”
(engrave the silhouette of you)
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dailyweezer · 1 year
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Day 30: Midnight Crew!!!!
(Anonymous request)
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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 2 months
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Wait... Silvio would make a great Shakira with all those jingles and jangles... I just need to get him to say lelolorelore ONE time-
those hips don't lie 🎵
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sometimes i think about what would have happened if richard had died instead of henry and the rest of the book had been narrated the song of achilles style and it hurts
#raj shitposting#imagine had the fight led to the gun being thrown out the window. had henry seen that richard was shot. had the ambulance been too late..#that is the saddest thought i've ever had#henry would quit college. buy the estate he had seen with richard. live there with all his stuff and sob into his clothes like a baby...#he'd go to california every christmas and spend the time alone in some stupid hotel and become absolutely fucking unhinged.#he'd tend to richard's mother because ofc his father would run away from home that was the kind of man he was.#and he'd call no one but his own mother for her funeral because no one else would be bothered.#he'd send some money to richard's father along with the news and go about living his life like a goddamn widow.#that's the perfect word. widow. henry would be nothing but a widow.#the bmw would be the worst thing in his possession. he'd think about selling it but he wouldn't.#he'd think that anytime he had a semblance of thought that maybe richard was with him.. it would be in that fucking car.#he wouldn't sell it out of superstition that the car was the only place where he could safely feel richard and fall apart in his memory.#he'd cry like a madman every damn day in that car.while getting groceries.visiting francis at the country house.going for dinner with them.#he'd probably get a portrait done of richard. maybe of a photo of richard in some fancy clothes francis took at the country house.#yk those times rich people ugly cry by a full size painting in a burgundy robe with wine spilled on the floor by them clutching their chest#as if in physical pain and agony? that would be my man henry.#he'd be too out of his mind to even remember that maybe that day he killed charles too because nothing seems to matter anymore.#henry winter#richard papen#winterpapen#tsh#donna tartt#the secret history#literati
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mxwhore · 2 months
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mutuals. i am getting caught in my own bitterness again...
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sukibenders · 1 year
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Percy Jackson being the uncle to Uma and Ariel is so funny. Like I know those family reunions be a blast.
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luxurysystems · 1 month
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⛓️ℑ 𝔎𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢...⛓️
You've become royalty, a prince. You have an army at your beck and call. They serve you. But there's something beyond your understanding cleverly pulling the strings... What happens when you set out to rule an entire combat sport but you end up being the one under control? A Kevin Sullivan, Prince of Darkness-era inspired playlist that possesses you with a blend of thrash/black/heavy metal/rock grooves before abruptly abandoning you to ponder your purpose and fate with the final two tracks. Perhaps, if you survive, you can rekindle the relationship with the person lost at the very beginning: You.
Playlist is public. If you don't use Spotify, here's the entire track list + links:
Toxic Minds - SCYTHELORD
Bark at the Moon - OZZY OSBOURNE
Thunder Vengeance - LOVEBITES
Equale - SIGH
Holy Diver - DIO
Torn - EDNASWAP
The Home -PORTUGAL. THE MAN
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ravensilversea · 1 month
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Yes I have to fling various KHR characters across my screen to use half my buttons/read my messages. But consider: It's free aquarium
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lucreziasredwyne · 2 months
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who: @omerflorent when and where: the florent apartments within highgarden, following a council meeting which lucrezia had entered late. the meeting was discussing the risk of braavos claiming rosaria hightower, and pushing for her mother to be made regent of oldtown. she overhears something she wished she had not.
the room was not stifling hot, the crackling hearth only it's usual level, and yet there came a sense of heat that was stifling as the lady of the arbor remained sat upon the velvet recliner, listening distantly to the sounds of her husband's conversation with his cousin, all whilst she only pictured her own lifeless upon a slab. there was no denying the red puffiness within orbs of hazel, or the way in which her prayer mat had never been folded since they had arrived back home, or the pain in her knees for how long spent knelt in submission.
lucrezia redwyne did not want to look at her husband.
lucrezia prayed not for answers from the gods, but for comfort and strength; it was not on the gods to answer for the ability of human free will, after all. she prayed for answers from humans whose blood ran warm, and whose minds were fixed on one task. locating the former queen of the entire realm, the woman her family had walked through the seven layers of hell for; only in the end, to end up on the end of her blade. there had always been a small whisper in her mind that told her how the hightowers used the sails of the redwynes, and there had always been the other that protested they were kin.
lucrezia redwyne did not want to speak to her husband.
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family honour, and respect, was paramount; even in times of conflict. there was a part of her that felt ashamed for forgetting such standards, considering garland had been murdered without the pair ever having the chance to make amends. her aunt, the last piece of her father, murdered for being a redwyne - it had not been simonetta who had flew the white flag, and conceded from the greens. it had been lucrezia's first act as ruling lady, the day tirius rowan brought her father's body home. what hurt her so, was the silence that came when she entered a room; a swift change in conversation. no doubt speaking of how stupid he had been, and how she wished to snap at them to continue.
"i'm moving rosie to the arbor."
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