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If I had a nickel for all the times I have been adoring a character from a show on prime who is a depressed fallen angel obsessed with ducks I would have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but wtf how did that happen twice
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Theater kid (“”””kid””””) Crowley and Opera major Aziraphale
the real ���the bentley turns every cd into best of queen” modern adaption wouldve been the bentley turns every cd into glee covers
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Good Omens is legitimately the first piece of media that’s made me realise that I can actually be a 50+ year old man one day. Like I’ve never really been able to see a future for myself as a trans guy. It felt like this would just be temporary until life forced me to transition back into a woman, or perhaps I didn’t even want to be an old man because I’ve never felt gender envy towards anyone much older than me before, which made me start to question myself. But Good Omens changed that. I’m looking at Aziraphale and Crowley and I want that. I want to be those men, I want to be a 50+ year old man living his life as unashamedly as Crowley does and as comfortably as Aziraphale does. I want to be the 50+ year old goth boyfriend with a cool ass car and Queen records, and the 50+ year old flamboyant southern pansy with a bookshop and a permanent joie de vivre for all of life’s delights. I can finally see myself in 30 years time, which I’ve never allowed myself to do before.
Thank you Good Omens for the representation of older, queer men that I think we all needed tbh. I know I sure did.
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it's just me and my gay fanfics against the world
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Me: (struggling to iron out some random plot dilemma for a fic I’m planning)
Me: I’ve got it!!! I’ll kill the oc’s parents!!! It’s brilliant! Goodbye Mr. and Mrs. Oc, have fun in the childhood trauma bucket
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They are too cute
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Omg. Thanks for the tag Robin!
I don’t really have anyone to tag…
sillies look-
found a silly picrew :D
silly tags (no pressure, of course!): @coffeeandconfusion, @terrence-self-ships, @chuuyas--boo, @oc-x-cannon-on-main, @ninasrandomships, @just-slightly-unhinged, @spideygal and whoever whoever wanna join :D
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My Fanfic Brunos are always one of two moods:
Traumatized
…Gay
If they’re really lucky they’re both!
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Skreeeeeeeee!!!!!
On for the one-shot I made of this drawing...
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“PEPA!”
Pepa had just gotten used to the idea of her brother being back in the family.
There were so many good things about Bruno being with them again. His smile, his laugh, his hugs that he was always willing to give and receive.
...his silly little phobias.
At first Pepa was scared when she heard her brother's voice.
She spun towards him, and just in time.
Bruno darted across the room, moving with a near inhuman speed and agility towards her. He leapt the last couple of inches, leaping up and...
Pepa barely had time to thrust her arms out before Bruno fell into her arms.
She blinked in shock as Bruno immediately proceeded to scramble further up her torso, getting him as high off the ground as he could.
“Bruno? What the hell?” she asked, Bruno grabbing her hair and pulling painfully in his quest to get to the top of Pepa's body.
“There's... there's a... a... a AAAAA!”
Pepa nearly dropped Bruno at his scream, him burying his face in her neck and beginning to shake like a leaf.
“It can read my mind Pepa. It knows my thoughts. It's following me Pepa! Save me!”
Pepa searched the area Bruno was looking in, her eyes scanning for... something that was making her fifty year old brother so terrified.
“What? What is it Bruno?”
Her brother shook his head, burying his face in her neck again. “It is too terrible to name. Even Hernando is afraid of it. And he's not afraid of anything!”
Okay. If Bruno's play persona was scared of this thing it was certainly probably a threat.
“What is it? Just give me clues...” Pepa asked, concern leaking into her voice. She shifted her brother's weight evenly between her arms, continuing in her silent search for her brother's fear.
“Spins with no thread. Stings with no tail. Walks without standing. Red are their many eyes. Half-lings cower in fear... It's getting clo-clo-OSER PEPA RUN!”
Pepa let out a gasp as Bruno did his best to scramble out of her grip.
There was literally nothing that should be scaring him right now! There was nothing around them! Nothing was getting closer to them!
“Bruno, there's nothing there.” She said firmly, still pulling him away from whatever was scaring him. “It's probably just a day vision or something...”
“THEN WHAT DO YOU CALL THAT?!”
Bruno pointed a shaky finger at a random tile on the floor. It was bare except for a little... black...
“Is that a spider?”
“AAAAAA! Don't speak its name!”
A small smile cracked open on Pepa's face.
“You're scared of the spider?”
“What did I say about that name!?”
This was so adorable.
“Bruno, its just a little guy. It can't even hurt Tonito. Trust me. It's okay.”
Bruno didn't seem so sure.
“If you truly love me,” he said firmly, his voice dead serious as he turned his face to stare deep into her eyes. “You will kill that abomination.”
Pepa rolled her eyes.
“If you insist.”
She took a solid step forward...
And dropped her brother right on top of the fearsome arachnid.
Bruno let out a scream as she let him drop, and then a loud cry of pain.
“Pepa! What the heck?!”
Turning towards the kitchen Pepa shrugged. “You're big enough to kill the spiders yourself. Good luck getting the spider goo off of your ruana.”
“Pepa! Don't leave me here! Pepa I don't want to have spider goo on me! Pepa! Pepa!!!”
Pepi holding her scared hermanito! This is a redraw of this scene in Surface Pressure:
@kacyzenith did a brilliant oneshot to go along with this drawing, check it out!
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Bruno had always been... smaller than most. A combination of being a triplet, forgetting to eat, and taking after Alma's side of the family. A family whose previous tallest member was Alma herself.
But this? This was ridiculous.
“Bru... Bruno?” she asked peering over the side of her bed at her youngest child.
Bruno, standing at a mere single foot tall, blinked up at her. A look of pure shock and horror.
“Ma... Mamá...” He said, his voice sounding... higher than normal. Like Camilo's whenever his gift had turned his head into a baby's. “Mamá what's happening? What happened to me?!”
Bruno's small hands grabbed her sheets, and Alma realized with a start that he was too small to reach the top. He pulled on her bedsheets, trying hard to pull himself higher. “Mamá... I can't... I don't know what happened! I just woke up this way!”
Alma sat up, reaching down and extending a hand out towards her son. There was something that told her that this was the real Bruno and not just Camilo pretending to be him. A sort of deseration.
Bruno put both of his hands inside of hers, and his tiny fingers barely crossed half of the palm of her hands. She pulled him gently up, Bruno letting out a yelp as he was dragged twice his height up.
"What's going on?! Why are you so big?! Or why am I so small!? What happened?!"
Bruno's poor, high voice scared Alma, but she found herself not caring at that moment.
Her small, tiny, miniature son was simply adorable.
She had never seen a fully grown person so small. She didn't know what had happened.
She sort of hoped she never found out.
"Bruno... It's going to be okay..."
"Okay!? How on earth is this supposed to be okay?! Pepa just insulted my height yesterday and now she can literally step on me. I don't want to be stepped on!"
Normally Alma would be angry at the look of anger that was evident on Bruno's face. But he was just so darn small that it was adorable.
"Stop looking at me like that!"
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“Ohmigosh he's adorable!”
Bruno was beginning to hate those words more than ever right then. He was a fully grown man! No one should be finding him 'adorable', much less his fifteen year old niece!
“Just look at how small he is Julieta. You have to admit, our hermanito is quite cute.”
Bruno hated everything.
He didn't want to be small! He just wanted to play with rats and be left alone! It was the stupid rules of the universe that made him so... so... unlucky. God must hate him so much.
“I'm not cute!”
His little foot stamp on the coffee table did nothing to help his predicament.
“Aw... look at him!”
He hated his family.
He had spent ten years keeping them safe. He had sacrificed ten years of his life for these people. Only for them to begin chatting about making tiny little outfits for him and carrying him around in a purse like a child's doll.
He hated them. And until they asked for forgiveness he would always hate them.
“I think he's getting a little flustered. Look at that thousand yard stare he's doing.”
Dolores. His favorite sobrino. The one who was the best and always understood him. She would understand his feelings. She would assist him in his... predicament...
“Let's put him on the couch. He looks tired.”
He hated when they did this.
Pepa picked him up, like he was a doll, and placed him on the couch.
He didn't want to be on the couch.
He didn't want to be small.
“I'll get some fabric! We can do measurements later.”
Mirabel had been his friend. No more.
“Feel better Hermanito. We'll... figure something out.”
His female relatives left the room, yet he only felt worse.
He didn't want to be small. But there he was.
He was a foot tall. And he would be that way forever.
He didn't want to be small!!!
“Oh my goodness! That Tio Bruno doll is so realistic!”
Kill him now.
*holds the blorbo gently*
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Another 3 days work 😅
Tangled - but it's Bruno in the walls.
🔊🔊🔊
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Mirabel: Tía Pepa, you’re my favorite Tía
Pepa: I should hope so. I’m your ONLY Tía
Bruno: That you know of….
Pepa:
Mirabel:
Bruno:
Pepa: As I was saying… I’m your only Tía
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Isabela: The Madri-gall of this b-
Mirabel: I said I was sorry!
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@aetherdecember : *holds up Better in the Morning* What’s this?
Me: It’s an art project….?
aetherdecember: Okay, I like it. Picasso.
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Do y’all ever think that some small part of Alma was actually happy to see Bruno never find a person to settle down with
Because she saw so much of Pedro in him, that if he had found someone it would be like repeating history for her. Plus the extra heartbreak of watching someone who looks like your dead husband settle down and live the life he never could
Would she be happy if he did meet the love of his life? Of course! But she is fine with Pedro Jr. never settling down
#encanto#bruno madrigal#alma madrigal#just midnight thoughts#I am way too obsessed with this movie to concider it healthy
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