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#your honor i’m obsessed with them
jerseymuppet · 2 years
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my chemical romance is the funniest and weirdest band ever. They’re all fucking losers who would genuinely rather play dnd than hook up with groupies. The singer used to work at Cartoon Network. The bassist is on the fbi watchlist for crimes against disney. One guitarist is a guitar god but he also used to keep a little action figure of spiderman in his pocket all the time, the other is like a little lap dog of a man, but he’s also on the fbi watchlist for death threats against a us president. They refused to be on the twilight soundtrack, one of the most popular franchises at the time but then they preformed on yo gabba gabba and re-recorded one of their songs in simlish.
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snapp-art · 10 months
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Three worst girls since eve
color pallet challenge w my friend smile
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starstruckodysseys · 10 days
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sun-rize posting hours bc i love them so much !!!
in summary, they’re kamiyama’s four-person tennis club who started making music in an attempt to connect with each other better.
mikoto toyama:
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technically the leader of the group, musically at least, mikoto’s the one who came up with the idea for them to connect with each other outside of sports. seen as a lone wolf, she’s really just bad at making friends until she gets adopted by hana and ayaka into their friend group. she’s the fashionista of the group, the one to make their costumes and modify their uniforms when needed. she’s also the mediator, her level headed personality able to balance out hana’s ferocity, ayaka’s smug energy, and fumi’s irritability.
hana kitazawa:
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the extrovert who adopted everyone else, hana is the mood maker of the group, eternally sunshine-y and upbeat. she’s the captain of the tennis team, as well as the one to take mikoto’s ideas and turn them into reality. this makes her incredibly competitive, though it’s not immediately obvious with how much she cares for the team. she’s a little clingy, due to abandonment issues in her past, until ayaka comes along. she also has an inferiority complex, but hides it behind her enthusiasm.
ayaka shimizu:
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hana’s vice captain and best friend, ayaka’s an enigma to most. she’s trying to find the “real” her, as opposed to the ideal version she has of herself in her head, or the person everyone thinks she is. she’s not very good at expressing her feelings, often leading to arguments with fumi as they misunderstand each other. often labelled as an oddball, but incredibly tired of it. she loves her friends but doesn’t always know how to talk about it.
fumi aoki:
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stubborn to a fault, fumi looks shy and unassuming, but is arguably the feistiest of the group. she’s motivated by her desire to “catch up” to the others, believing herself to not be good enough to stand with the rest of them, and will do anything to reach her goals. she’s the epitome of gifted kid burnout and a chronic overthinker. despite her snarky words, she would kill for her friends.
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butch--dean · 1 year
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they're so married and they don't even know it
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kacievvbbbb · 3 months
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The thing is despite shanks outward appearance off a hedonist man living it up in the moment. He is in actuality a man torn between a tragic past and a hopeful future. He only stopped running from the past when he started preparing for the future. Up until recently everything we’ve seen shanks do in present day canon is ready the way for a new era. He has forfeit being King to become a Kingmaker. He carries himself like a Regent just waiting for the next generation to come of age. He is a deeply tragic man stuck between times. Haunted by the ghost of a captain it wasn’t his destiny to save and the dreams of a boy he helped inspire. OPLA Buggy really was right when he said “you’re just a sad lonely little boy wearing another man’s hat” he just wasn’t talking about Luffy.
And despite outwards appearances of a calm and calculating man. Outside of the battle field Mihawk cannot, refuses too, exist anywhere else but the present. He’s a man that lives one day at a time, not because he’s just surviving but because why concern himself with the past or the future when there is now. when there is nothing there that can hurt him anymore and nothing he is scared to face. It’s in the way he went about getting his title, unlike Zoro there wasn’t some guy he was biding his time growing stronger to face. No he went out of his way everyday looking for stronger and stronger opponents to face until he was all that was left till there was no one that could face him, till he was without a doubt the Strongest swordsman there was. That dogged pursuit of anyone and anything capable of putting up a fight with a sword isn’t the Machiavellian calculations of a man capable of planning in the long term. It’s the single minded pursuit of someone only capable of living day to day, opponent to opponent.
And that’s why they fit so well together, Shanks reminds Mihawk that there’s a future out there and it’s gonna be new and interesting and Mihawk reminds shanks that he has a life here and now in the present and he should live it. It’s also a source of contention because Mihawk can’t understand what Shanks is hurtling towards and Shanks can’t understand how Mihawk can stand to stay still when the past is constantly licking at his heels threatening to consume him.
They are playing a game of chess and Shanks is already planning his moves for a play, 10 games ahead while Mihawk is trying to get him to focus on the one right infront of him lest he lose.
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lilbitofmac · 1 year
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A god and his favorite pet.
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perigilpin · 6 months
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Happy birthday to the Star Wars Sapphics server, I love the nonsense I get to share in with y’all! #1 supporters of my neverending nitearmor brainrot.
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synthwavecryptid · 3 months
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Elfsong Tavern roof, 2AM
Just Halsin and Jacek having a sweet hug on a humid night, nbd 🌿🐻🐺🪻
(full pic up on the bird app as usual)
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floofle-universe · 1 year
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Read @eeriebarbie ‘s paper rings right now!
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cats-obsessions · 6 months
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Dark Urge/Gortash
Just a Drabble I cant get out of my head- Durge is able to recover more of his memories along his travels back to Baldurs Gate, and Orin doesn’t bother telling Gortash that her kin has returned.
“Hello, Lordling”
The Dark Urge, Son of Bhaal, Nox leans back against the old, mahogany desk in his dear friend, Gortash’s office where he’s been waiting, ever patiently, for the tyrant to arrive.
It’s luxurious to a point Nox had once found gaudy, but the room gives him a warm feeling in his chest now.  Some parts of his memories echo through his empty brain as mere feelings and impressions. Some remain vivid, yet the bulk of what he could access shows glimpses of his life only in the months before Orin’s attack, but he knows they go deeper. Flashes of late night scheming, shared heists, interrogations, pools of blood, carefully plotted assassinations, then, the smell of avernus clinging to their skin amidst a first kiss. All of it went back to him- Gortash, not Bhaal. Not his fathers wishes or the Urge or even the temple. Everything in Nox’s empty brain was bringing him here.
He let his companions greet the new archduke on their own, but he watched from the shadows, the disappointment in Gortash’s eyes betraying the tyrant, but this was a meeting better had in privacy. The very same newly coronated archduke stands in front of him now for the first time in only the gods know how long.
“Fuck off,” Gortash grumbles, a tight frown on his face. The large double doors of the office swing closed behind him. As their eyes meet, Nox can see the extent of exhaustion that permeates the tyrant’s being. Circles much darker than usual shroud his near-black eyes. His hair had grown in the past two months, resting on his collarbones in disarray. Even the way he breathes sings of discontent.
Nox tilts his head, unmoving from his spot on the lord’s desk “Not the welcome home I was hoping for. I can understand your anger, but-”
“-Orin” the duke hisses sharply, “I have better things to do than this. As do you. Make yourself useful for once.”
Orin. Something in Nox’s chest sinks with the realization, “She’s been mocking you with my face? Gods- I’m going to kill that inbred little bitch the second I see her” he growls.
That earned a raised eyebrow from Enver, but the duke keeps wary eyes trained on his assassin “I’m not playing your games this time” he sighs.
“I assure you, Enver, I am not here to play games.”
Nox watches as Gortash moves across the room to his liquor cabinet against the wall, fine wood gilded in gold. The duke’s eyes stay trained on him, even as he begins to pour a glass of fine, amber whiskey. “Yes, yes, you will slash me in two, bathe in my blood, and what was it-” Gortash pauses to take a long, slow sip, sighing once again “-wear my intestines as a scarf? No matter- all the same, uncouth drabble with you.”
“Not until the end. And not like that. I won’t kill you until- unless we are the last two living in all the realm. First you, then me.” Nox clenches his fingers, his jaw tightening and untightening as he feels the images of Enver’s death set in behind his eyes. The Urge whispers for him to take the Banite now, but he knows better. He takes a slow, deep breath, reaching instinctively to the band around his wrist. He focuses on the feelings to ground himself for a moment before continuing. “I believe that was the promise I made you before- Well, things are hazy- a lobotomy does that to you.”
Enver stops, his glass half raised to his lips as his eyes widen. Nox can nearly see his thoughts, debates. He’s questioning if Orin could have such knowledge, if Orin could keep calm this long in a conversation, if Orin could push down her Urge. Nox gives a lopsided smile as he continues. “I don’t remember everything, but I remember you. I came back for you- to stand by you. As we are meant to be.”
It only takes a few seconds for Gortash to cross the room, his glass crashing into the golden tray below it, well abandoned; and Nox smiles, allowing his shirt collar to be grasped tightly in the duke’s hands. Gortash crowds his space, leering at him. There’s venom in his expression, but just below that lies hope.
“Prove it or die.”
How many times had Orin tried this? How many times did she dangle Nox in front of Enver? Did she pretend to return to him just like this? Or simply take his form to berate the tyrant lord? The thought makes the teifling’s blood boil. But he will save that rage for later.
Nox huffs out a chuckle, “If I were Orin, I would have my fucking dagger, and this goddamn tadpole wouldn’t be in my head, Enver.”
His words are enough, and Gortash yanks the collar of his shirt forward until they are pressed against each other, their lips colliding in a rough, forceful kiss that dissolves into desperation. For Nox, it’s familiar and new all at once as if he were acting out a scene he had only seen in a play; he knew Enver’s taste, his smell, the way he was rough and gentle all at once. Yet, feeling it rather than seeing it through a haze of lost memories and confusion was enough to make his knees weak.
“You have a tadpole in your head. You gods damned idiot.” Enver smiled against his lips, words devoid of venom. His hands move up to cup Nox’s face, warm gold of Gortash’s gauntlets pressing against his cheeks. “I have missed you so, my dearest.”
“I missed you, too.” Nox chuckles, and his cheeks warm up as if the words were meant to stay inside his mind- as if he was supposed to be ashamed by such thoughts, but the way Enver pulls him closer makes him think perhaps it is okay not to be ashamed about some things. Perhaps, whatever lingering worry circles in his mind from before does not matter anymore.
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amorhedera6 · 6 months
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i haven’t watched time bastard yet but something something peter was born the same year ted lost jenny so he was blocking out his family and missed peters birth and will never forgive himself for it bc peters the last person in his life who truly cares about him. something something.
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wllbyers · 16 days
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“I love buddie” I say as a reminder to myself as I read yet another bucktommy fic
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goofymanlol2 · 2 months
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After probably an hour it’s here
@littleguyconnor and @apathetic-arsonist here you go 🥰🥰🥰 for k o reason at all
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Outing myself as an eternal bartylus shipper.
I read a lot of different ships but I’m always grasping at bartylus crumbs, I’m legit more excited when they make eye contact than when the main pairing (usually jegulus) who has been slowburning for the past 20 chapters finally kiss. I’m just genuinely obsessed with them. I love all the other ships but bartylus just hits different.
It’s like jegulus is folklore and bartylus is reputation. I looooove folklore, it’s so pretty and poetic and tragic, but reputation has me giggling and kicking my feet, it gets me hyped up, it makes me feel badass, it makes me want to dance, I literally started loving Taylor Swift BECAUSE of reputation so at the end of the day I’ll always come back to reputation.
Jegulus is reading and bartylus is listening to music. I adore reading, every time someone asks me what I do for fun I tell them I read, but let’s all be honest I would not survive a single day without music.
Jegulus are my converse shoes and bartylus are my doc martens. I wear my converse almost every day, but I’m sooooo happy every time I wear my docs.
They’re so spideypool coded.
They’re so Batman x Joker coded.
They’re so lover x reputation coded.
They’re so Billy x Stu (from Scream) coded.
They’re so Kat x Patrick (from 10 Things I Hate About You) coded.
They’re so Violet x Finch (from All the Bright Places) coded.
They’re so Lazlo x Nadja (from What We Do in The Shadows) coded.
They’re so black cat x orange cat coded.
They’re so Florence + The Machines coded.
They’re so FOR YOUR LOVE by Måneskin coded.
They’re so Fast Car by Tracy Chapman coded.
I’ve been shipping them since before jegulus was ever anything more than a crack ship, before we started liking Evan so before Rosekiller was even a thing, and I’m not even remotely close to moving on. They live in my bones, in my veins, in my arteries, in my lungs, in my heart, in my brain, in my whole nervous system. They carved themselves in my skin and they run around in my head rent free. And I love every single version of them. Like give it to me toxic, sweet, angsty, desperate, tragically canon, unrequited, in a polycule, in a qpr, just give it to me in any way you want and I will eat. it. up. every. single. time.
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21forestglades · 1 year
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"I'll tell you what's really rough, and that's having young Romeo here as a roommate."
Emergency! | S2E04 "Virus"
Bonus:
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