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Screamin crying dying aughhhhhhh
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I JUST WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS
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There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"
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This Friday's meme is: the perfect being
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Hobie's Influence on Gwen + more Hobie sketches haha
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do expect more atsv dump coming onto Tumblr hahaha, I'm slowly updating stuff onto here 😩 I'm not the best fan-artist tho, I usually draw other funnies
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a collection of kat outfits that didn't take me multiple years to finish, assembled from clothes i have in sims, images i have collected on pinterest, and improvising i did so i could be lazy
art only blog - insta - inprnt - redbubble (image description in alt)
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Blunt Force Object
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“Spread?” She asks, dry and disconnected. He nods and she looks at him, still dry and now frowning. “Are you making some kind of sex joke because if you are-” No. He’s learned his goddamn lesson enough after the ‘I like it rough’ thing. “It’s a jail food,” he tells her. He turns slightly between her and the kitchen, hoping it’ll prompt her to walk out of her doorway. But it doesn’t. She’s still standing there. Unconvinced. “It’s fun.” She blinks. “You want me to make…jail food with you?” She asks and he nods once again. “Yeah. Everything we get from donations and aid is better quality but it’s the same basic shit we’d get in commissary. Figured we could make a pretty good spread out of it,” he says with a shrug. “It’s good. I promise.” Ok. Maybe he can’t promise that it’ll be good. Especially since she’s never had spread, will have nothing to compare it to, and lacks any nostalgia for it like he has. But Kat’s been in her room all day. And maybe this could get her out. Cooking something, something they make together as a team, will be good for her. Plus, she needs to get something in her stomach. Maybe she’ll remember she isn’t alone. Because a lot of dinners are spent fending for themselves and he knows she’s not used to it still. She feels alone. He knows she feels alone. But they’re a team and she can talk to him. He needs her to know that.
Summery: Kat won't leave her room and Dante has an idea.
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Rating: Mature (references to: past drug dealing, past jail time, childhood abuse both in and out of the foster care system, past self harm, past drug use some bad and some not, speculative major character death no ones really sure on that one, and probably the amount of swearing one expects from DmC: Devil May Cry my beloved)
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do not go bar hopping with soldier
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9 people you'd like to get to know better
Hello I am on desktop and awake now, I was tagged by @robinainthood ! Their post here! (Thank you for tagging me my friend!)
last song you listened to: Dagger by Slowdive (I was at work thinking about how I could be at home writing Verat)
fav colour: yellow! dandelion yellows and more mustardy yellows are my favorite
currently watching: honestly I have no idea at this very moment. I just finished a show and have yet to find another show to start watching so I've been trying to watch some horror movies in the mean time. I'm also very tempted to rewatch either TDI, Samurai Champloo, or the parts I like in Teen Titans asdfghjk
sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury!!
relationship status: taken!
current obsession: not being at my job so since the last one of these I have become dangerously interested in Skull Panda blind box figures asdfghjkl I also did not realize that the Gweoff fandom had grown in numbers since I first thought the ship deserved more love and now desperately want to write more? So that's a development. I'm also trying very hard to focus on finishing ATLA fics for Zutara month, I have 3 almost done that I think I can finish in time, which has gotten to the point where I had an ATLA dream last night which does not usually happen to me (the dream itself was very insane). And of course obligatory eternal Devil May Cry mention we are always talking about Devil May Cry over here. I'm feverously trying to finish the grunge band au (the final draft is in Ao3 it's just final edits and making art for it now)
last thing i googled: Panda courting rituals (I had seen a post mention that the reason pandas are so inefficient at mating currently is due to the destruction of their environments making it hard for them to complete their courting rituals and wanted to look into that)
Tagging: I never know who to tag asdfghjkl @bigsister-watches @cainite-bite @mocosa-media @destroyyaa if you guys want no preasure asdfghj anyone else who wants to as well pls feel free to tag me!! (I want to see your songs)
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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