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temere-canis · 1 year
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kindredqilin · 8 months
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Some warning signs ft. the rawest quotes from the DMBJ books
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fishing-for-blood · 1 year
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In honor of Niel Banging Out The Tunes day, I had Franklin bang out some tunes tonight.
He's my only boy heavy enough to actually press the keys
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taikk0 · 2 years
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PHEW art trade for @calista-222 sorry that this is like 3 days late, I had to take a break because my hand started hurting rlly badly 👀💧 either way I was finally able to finish it!! somehow this took me like 7 hours 💀
sketch revisions under the cut because I think most of my time was spent on em and I'm not letting those go to waste LOL
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bonus:
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i used a color palette generator and i find it funny that it just generated invader zim
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Math side of Wizard101 Tumblr I want to know how many possible name combinations for your Wizard there are in the game as of right now after the new names dropped. I actually don't really expect someone to do this but this is something I've wondered about because I spent literally over an hour trying to rename ONE ASS PERSON (my main) and I STILL came up with something basic
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minty-cups · 6 months
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progress is goin i cant wait to get to textures
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dogearedfriends · 2 years
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i made a pearlrose fanzine based on shine on through by Elton!! not sure if my handwriting is hard to read or not so i put a transcription below the cut :)
1: oh my love, i have cursed the stars above, that lead my heart to you
2: but as hard as I try, still my love will not die
3: and the stars still shine on through
4: oh my dear, now this ship's too hard to steer
5: the tide has turned, turned on you
6: i have been through the lies that I've seen in your eyes
7: but the truth still shines on through
8: so shine, shine on through the days we have to fill
9: though we took our love so daringly
10: and gave it up uncaringly
11: there are feelings left not even we can kill
12: oh my friend, so at last we reach the end
13: the lights go down on cue
14: i have wasted my time, but it tasted oh so fine
15: but the love still shines, shines on through
16: and the love still shines, shines on you
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tooquirkytolose · 1 year
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Precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure
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waterwindow · 9 months
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I truely want to see you rocketjump one day, if now a short video or stream etc, it would be fun for sure, maybe you consider it once? Also thank you for being so thoroughly with talking about rocket jumping, it makes me feel I can do it good too one day!
-trips and gratuitous links fall out of my pockets- Oh gosh well I just so happen to have erm... a few jump compilations 😳
Also if you ever wanna just like jump with me I love to hang out
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rainymoodlet · 1 year
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for your consideration: ethren reyes 🌙🔮
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canonicallyanxious · 1 year
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“where was my funeral?” // a ylfa "red" snorgelsson fanmix
"where's my headstone?"
01. Curses | The Crane Wives // 02. Guaranteed Defective | Sheep, Dog & Wolf // 03. Scarlet Forest | Toby Fox // 04. I Run Deep | Sin Fang, Sóley & Örvar Smárason // 05. Alligator Teeth | Mother Falcon // 06. The Flowers | Regina Spektor // 07. Stone Wall Stone Fence | Gregory and the Hawk // 08. Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) | AURORA // 09. All Is Dark | The Family Crest // 10. Sword Song | Laura Veirs
[listen on spotify]
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lupismaris · 11 months
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I woke up at 1pm wanting a simple bodega style egg'n'cheese and yet my extra ass is here hours later with a plate of duck bacon (when the duck bacon goes on deep discount you buy it no question), onions crisping in duck schmaltz, toasted croissants, and homemade garlic and herb aoli
I lost the plot somewhere I think
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh man Race to the Edge just makes HTTYD 2 so much better. The comics make HTTYD 2 so much better. RoB/DoB makes HTTYD 2 so much better.
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arcane-star · 1 year
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Me looking through the Cajun tag expecting to see relatable posts from my fellow Cajuns only to see mostly Nola food posts
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namistrella · 2 years
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Snowbaz, enemies to lovers, only one bed, 🦈, mature
Thank you so much for the prompt! This was a really fun one :)
So this is not actually M rated after all, sorry! I tried, believe me, but the boys wanted to save the sexy times for the morning ;) scuba diving is exhausting so who can blame them?
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SIMON
I’ve trained for a lot of emergencies. Mostly underwater ones, but some above-water ones, too. Like what to do when your dive buddy gets narced forty meters down. Or how to give first-aid on the boat for decompression sickness. And how to rescue a drowning person without getting dragged down and drowned yourself. 
But I’ve never trained for this sort of emergency. The kind where you’re on your mortal enemy’s boat, in his tiny room, in his tiny bed, wrapped up in a pile of his blankets pretending to sleep while he curls up beside you.
The worst part is, he smells good.
He’s not supposed to smell good.
He’s my enemy, for crying out loud. And we’re on a boat. In the ocean. Surrounded by fish and seawater and unfiltered sunlight that makes a man constantly sweaty. No one smells good on a diving excursion. Evil, heartless shark hunters especially aren’t supposed to smell good on a diving excursion.
Except Baz, apparently, whose blankets smell like warm, comforting cedar, and whose hair smells like citrus.
It’s horrible, and I hate it, even as I bury my face in his pillow to breathe in the combination of the two—cedar and citrus—under the guise of oblivious sleeping movements. Plausible deniability, right?
He pulled me out of the ocean hours ago. Exhausted, sunburned around the sides of my diving mask, sick to my stomach from swallowing seawater through my snorkel (because I wasn’t about to waste the last of my tank air on a surface swim). He pulled me out, gave me a towel and some dry clothes (that also smell like him) and a bed to sleep in for the night, since it’s dark, and it’ll be easier to navigate back to meet up with my boat in the morning.
Problem is, the bed he gave me to sleep in happens to be the only bed on board.
His bed.
It’s his bed.
And there’s only one, because space is at a premium on small fishing vessels, and we both need to sleep, so we’re both crammed into it together.
I’m trying to sleep (I really am), but everything smells like him and my left side is too warm where he’s pressed up against me, and my leg itches, but I don’t want to scratch it because if I jostle the bed anymore, he might roll right on top of me. And we can’t have that.
“Snow, I know you’re awake. Stop huffing.”
Damn him.
I open my eyes, and it’s a mistake, because my head was turned his direction and now his stupid, evil, handsome face is right there in front of me. I want to punch it, but the blankets are wrapped too tightly and it’s hard to move my arms. (Plus, Baz is sort of lying on top of one of them.) I give up, sagging back into the mattress. 
“Fuck you, Baz. You’ll pay for what you’ve done.”
Baz scowls. “I haven’t done anything. You’re the one who keeps fucking everything up.”
See, there’s this shark. A gorgeous, gorgeous hammerhead shark. Her name is Penny. I was the one who found her, after she was in an accident with a fishing boat. I rehabilitated her, helped nurse her back to health. I was there when she was cleared for release, and we let her go back to her home in the ocean. I still go back to visit her from time to time, whenever I have dives scheduled in the area.
All would’ve been well, except then this bastard Baz Pitch started showing up, trying to hunt her down and kill her. For what, I don’t know. Evil purposes, obviously. Because Penny is harmless, and anyone who would hurt an innocent shark is a monster.
“You’ll catch her over my dead body,” I tell him now.
“Very nearly did,” Baz says drily. “You should be grateful I found you when I did.”
I huff and glare at him, because he’s right, he did save my life when I got disoriented underwater and surfaced to find my research boat nowhere in sight and the sun setting on the horizon.
Yeah, he saved my life. But I don’t have to like it. 
“I’d rather die than let you kill Penny.”
Baz makes a funny sound, like a cross between a snort and a laugh. “Penny?”
“The hammerhead.”
Now he does laugh. “You think I want to kill the shark?”
“Obviously!”
The tiny bed shakes as Baz continues to laugh. “What on earth gave you that impression?”
“Well,” I bluster, “You and your crew are always diving around this spot. I’ve seen you chasing Penny around the area. One of your men likes to carry a spear gun.”
“I’m not trying to kill her!”
“Then what?” What else would an evil bastard like him want with a shark like Penny. “Don’t tell me you want to take her fins!”
“God, no!” Baz yells. “How barbaric!”
“Exactly!” I shout back.
There’s a tense silence then, both of us looking at each other. Baz has raised himself halfway up on his elbow and is looking down at me. His cheeks are flushed and his mouth is parted, just slightly, in indignation. His hair’s falling in his face, and it’s tickling my chin, so I reach up to tuck it behind his ear.
He gasps, and I realize I’ve let my fingers linger against his cheek just a bit too long. (Not my fault his skin is so soft.) I pull my hand back, tuck it back under the blankets where it belongs.
“So you’re not trying to kill Penny?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
Baz collapses back onto the bed next to me. We definitely don’t fit—two grown men in a tiny ship’s cot, not even really a bed at all—but I find I don’t mind the pressure of his shoulder against mine, or sharing warmth under the covers. As long as he’s not trying to murder my friend.
“What are you doing out here, then?”
“My mother’s favorite necklace was lost in a boating accident here,” Baz says. “I was trying to recover it.”
“A boating accident? When?”
“Almost exactly a year ago. I’ve just about given up hope now, after all the time we’ve spent trawling the area. I don’t think we’re ever going to find it.”
“Was… was there a shark involved in the boating accident?”
Baz frowns. “Yes, actually. A hammerhead, like your Penny. It was quite sad. My father still feels awful about killing it.”
“What did the necklace look like?” I ask. “Did it happen to look like a flame?”
“Yes!” Baz says, and turns over. “It did! Did you find it?”
“Actually, yeah,” I say. “I think so.” I can picture it perfectly, where it hangs over the corner of my mirror at home. I like the way it catches the light. “It was wrapped around Penny’s head when we rescued her. It seemed special, so I kept it.”
“So we didn’t kill the shark after all,” Baz says, and he looks so relieved about it, I actually find myself believing he’s maybe not an evil shark hunter after all. “Can I have the necklace back?”
“Sure. If it belonged to your mother, then it’s yours.”
We both fall quiet, then, but Baz seems much more relaxed beside me. The night is still, aside from the gentle rocking of the boat on the waves and each small shift of the cot with Baz’s breaths. I listen to them deepen and slow as I drift closer to sleep myself.
“Light a match inside your heart,” Baz whispers.
“Hmmm?”
“That’s what my mother would say. Light a match inside your heart, then blow on the tinder.”
“Beautiful,” I murmur. I want to say more, but exhaustion is catching up with me, sleep close behind.
“Goodnight, Snow,” Baz says, as he rolls toward me, settles just a little bit closer, and I find I don’t mind that at all.
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sproutboiiii · 2 years
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sprout out of context vol.2
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