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Star Wars is truly one long story, and between Anakin and Obi-Wan, so much of it is one conversation...
"I have failed you, Anakin. I have failed you."
"I am not your failure, Obi-Wan."
...with decades in between.
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malinaa · 6 months
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you#think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's#everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost
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eedaeth · 7 months
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Hey Look LOOK *jingle jingle* It's more old art- HEY pay attention *jingle jingle* ye like art don't u?- YEAH guess WHAT its the guy its your favourite emo look at him GO
I haven't had time to draw recently so its backlog time baby
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mxtxfanatic · 2 months
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I just know that the moment Mu Qing ripped the veils off the statues in the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods and the trio found the mural was a religious experience for Xie Lian. I know because it felt like a religious experience as I was reading it.
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quazies · 9 months
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New plushie already funded?! You guys are the best!!❤️🐥🎒
You can get the lil' guy below!
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palskippah · 3 months
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Hii it's posting hours (1 AM :'v)
Just some mommy Peach drawings bc I love her 🙏she's the cutest as a mom pipipi
I say she's very emotional and cries sometimes from the sheer happiness of having two (2) babies with Mario (also bc said babies look a lot like him, she's so happy for that). Also, she ugly cried when each of their daughters was born.
Actually, I don't know if Peach makes sounds when she cries those little rivers like in Super Princess Peach,, but in my heart she does 😔the silliest crying sounds ever
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penisbutterjellytime · 5 months
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Do you understand
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twinkle-art · 1 year
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said the spider to the fly
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razberrypuck · 8 months
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hey so. if betty fusing with golb erased the very idea of her existence from everything like whatever happened with margles did. does that mean every other simon petrikov in the multiverse has had a fundamentally different life and experience with the crown than OUR simon? isolating him even further from the world(s) around him? or am I just thinking too much
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cerise-on-top · 2 months
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how long do you think it takes Kate and Valeria to day ‘I love you’ to their s/o’s? love ur stuff fyi!!! 💚
Hello! Thank you for liking my stuff, I hope this is enjoyable to you as well! I think it would take the both of them quite a while to say it!
When do Valeria and Laswell Finally Say “I Love You”?
Valeria: It would take her a while to say it. I mean, once she’s with you, she’s already smitten, but she says “I love you” in different ways that aren’t just saying those three words. Valeria courts you with lots of gifts, that much is true, but the closest thing you’ll ever hear from her that resembles a “You have my heart, I love you more than the sun loves the moon, than the ocean loves the land” would be her spending a day with you where she isn’t spending copious amounts of money on you. But that’s not what you asked. Valeria will tell you that she loves you when you’re feeling insecure since she never says it, but on her own accord? It would likely be a year or longer into your relationship, on one of those nights where the two of you are lying in bed together, just talking about your lives, what you’ve been through and how it’s shaped you as people. Just venting your worries, voicing your appreciation for each other and how you’ve helped one another. It’s during such a night, when you’ve gone quiet for a moment, that Valeria would hold you close and tell you, in a voice softer than what you’re used to normally from her, that she loves you.
Laswell: Like Valeria, she shows her love for you through different means. While she may be a gift giver as well, she also shows you how much she loves you by doing anything you may or may not ask of her. From chores, to walking your pet, to cooking you some stew when you’re sick. Laswell doesn’t say that she loves you from the get go either, it would take her several months to a year for her to say it. But when she does, it doesn’t seem like a special moment to anyone else. You’re probably hanging up your freshly washed clothes while she’s sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in hand. Laswell would get up, give you a kiss on your cheek, and tell you that she loves you so very dearly. She was overcome with adoration for you during that moment and needed to show you that she loves you. It’s afterwards that you get a lot more I love yous from her. Not on the daily still, but they would be more common. She will always, and I mean always, accompany her I love yous with some form of affectionate gesture, regardless of whether it be a kiss to your temple, a hug from behind, or a small lovely rose she found in a flower shop. You will always be taken care of and loved.
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mygirljunhee · 1 year
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thank you, moonbin. rest in peace.
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recurring-polynya · 4 months
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what is the best attack in bleach and why is it la muerte
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willowser · 2 years
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i have this like one hc that pro-hero work involves a lot of traveling, especially in the beginning. they move here for six months and then there for four and then here for 14 and so on, just to get experience out in the field.
so it only makes sense you and bakugou end things, right at the start of his career.
and it's okay. it is. bc you both love each other and you know that, know that it's not ending bc of any huge, terrible fight that makes you enemies of one another. all the memories you'll carry can stay gold, not tarnished by anything other than the bittersweet distance.
getting used to it takes a little time, that's all; before he was your boyfriend, he was your friend, first and foremost. someone you had inside jokes with and had similar interests you could talk to about for hours, things that you only did with him and no one else. things only he knew. and not getting to tell him exciting news about college or ask if he saw the limited edition, golden age all might nendoroid they're releasing at the end of the year...sucks. it feels wrong, like these are things he's supposed to know, no matter what. things you're supposed to talk about.
you call him five months into his eight month nagoya contract and he doesn't answer. you think maybe he changed his number and didn't tell you, bc he doesn't actually have to anymore. bakugou has always been good about self control, keeping to himself, and it wouldn't surprise you if he's written you off without a second thought—bc this is how it's supposed to be when you break up with someone.
it's not until the next day that you get a text, late in the evening.
[9:26 PM] did you mean to call me
of course you did, but maybe you shouldn't have. hearing the line ring over and over again—it's cemented the realization that he's not thinking about you anymore. that he's moved on and you should too and he probably doesn't want to hear whatever if is you want to talk about. he'll probably just think you're weird. clingy.
yeah, but it's nothing important [9:32 PM]
he reads it immediately and—nothing happens. and you think that's it. hopefully you didn't come off too passive aggressive and now he thinks you're mad that he didn't answer. maybe you should have put an emoji, the little smiling one with the hands to show no biggie ! maybe you should have just said that, or that you couldn't remember the name of that hiking trail you did together two summers ago, but then you googled it and didn't need him anymore. or something.
he calls at 10:03.
your heart is in your throat when you pick up, beating like crazy bc you haven't heard his voice in a while. "uh, hello?"
and he hesitates too; his drawn out inhale doesn’t go unnoticed. "hey."
there's a brief period of silence on the line, some light shuffling on his end. sounds of cars passing, the rare honk of what traffic lingers this late at night. the wind scratches by, audible, and you shiver despite being in your own bed. you imagine him under a dim streetlight, fully outfitted.
bakugou huffs, "you called me?"
"yeah," you blink and sit up, though you don't know why. maybe because this needs your full attention, or because you don't want your voice to get muffled by your pillow. "i was just, uh—my roommate. she asked me if i've ever been to gekikara gourmet festival—"
"oh my god."
it's the exasperation in his voice that makes you laugh, so vivid, exactly as you remember it, and you can picture the face he must be making. "i know, i was like 'oh boy, have i'."
"d'you tell her you puked—"
"—with my head between my knees while sitting on that kiddie slide, yes i did."
he snorts, just the way he did as he patted the back of your head that night, awkwardly, standing beside you with a fist at his side. "told you not to try those fucking noodles."
you agree. "they were making even you sweat, i don't know what i was thinking."
it had been one of your first official dates, and you think all the spicy food didn't help with your restless nerves. it always felt stupid, looking back on it, to be so afraid; you'd known bakugou forever, and the only difference between that night and the many you'd spent before as friends was that he'd kissed your temple, lips red from spice and all. it was just bakugou, you thought. what was there to be anxious about?
and now the silence is making your stomach turn.
"yeah," you continue lamely, "nothing important, it just—made me think of you."
he doesn't say anything. if it weren't for the distant slam of something—a trash can lid or car door—you would think he hung up. he's always had a hard time with his words and you don't really even understand why he called instead of texting. if there was something he wanted to say to you, you aren't sure he could.
"so, i guess i'll let you—"
"y'got a roommate now?"
"uh, yeah." something ugly in your stomach wants there to be jealousy in his tone, and you shake your head to be rid of the thought. because it shouldn't matter. "she's in a couple of my classes. big fan of, like, kpop and stuff."
he snorts again and you can imagine the roll of his eyes, bright with amusement despite the frown on his lips. you love that look on him; so content that it felt out of his character, something he wanted to hide. being the cause of it has always been so sweet. "different apartment?"
"yeah, in a little dorm on campus." he didn't live with you long, just in the time between graduating and when his applications to agencies began returning acceptions. "couldn't afford that place by myself."
bakugou hums, and your eyes swim so suddenly that you have to take the phone away from your head. you wonder if he misses those days as much as you do. the simple life, doing the mundane together; washing clothes in the laundry room downstairs, having to clean the dishes by hand or the dishwasher would flood the tiny kitchen, taking quick showers together so that you'd both get hot water.
it was terrible. it was perfect. the kind of life you could never have, with dynamight.
his voice buzzes distantly and you sniff, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater before putting the phone back up to your ear.
"what'd you say?"
"that—" he huffs, "nothin'." you sniff again, unthinking, and he goes completely silent again. no inhale, no exhale.
he's not stupid. he probably knew this would happen and that's why he didn't want to answer. it was hard enough for him to get the words out the first time ("just gonna be shit, for you to be waitin'. eraser told me not to—won't be able to keep any fucking—and i don't wanna be some jackass that just lets you down all the fuckin' time.")
"sorry," you laugh because you feel awkward, because you didn't mean to force what you've been suffocating on him all at once. "i don't know what just happened."
bakugou mumbles, "s'fine."
you think that even if there was something he wanted to say, he wouldn't know how.
"but yeah," you sigh and scrub a hand over your face again. "no biggie, just thought it was funny when she asked and wanted to tell you. it's actually kind of late and i need to head to bed, but i'll—" talk to him later, is what you want to say, but your stomach drops and you know that it's not that easy. not anymore.
maybe it will be one day in the future, but this is the life you have to live, for now. all you can do is hold onto that hope, as your throat tries to tighten again.
"fuck, i—" he breathes, so frustrated that it nearly becomes a grunt, "y'don't know how—just, goddammit, in three months i'll—"
"i know," you tell him, and you smile like he can see it. in three months, he'll come back, to accept another contract, and then he'll be gone again. if there was a way to make it work, bakugou would have found it. of all people, bakugou would have found it. "it's okay," you tell him.
and it is. it is.
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medicasino · 7 months
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midwestgp · 1 month
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F1 Grid as Ice Cream Flavors
These are flavors we have at the ice cream shop I work at and everything here is accurate and fact checked.
George Russell: Praline Pecan, vanilla ice cream with a butterscotch ripple with candied pecans Lewis Hamilton: Mango Sorbet, vegan sorbet made with mangoes Fernando Alonso: Salty Caramel Truffle, salted caramel ice cream with milk chocolate truffles filled with caramel Lance Stroll: Oree-dough, vanilla ice cream with cookie dough and oreo pieces Max Verstappen: Vanilla, classic vanilla ice cream Sergio Perez: Banana, sweet ice cream made with bananas Charles Leclerc: Cherry Vanilla, vanilla ice cream with whole maraschino cherries Carlos Sainz: Banana Cream Pie, banana ice cream with a marshmallow ripple and sugar cookie pieces Oscar Piastri: Strawberry, sweet ice cream made with strawberries Lando Norris: Cotton Candy, cotton candy flavored ice cream with rainbow colored chocolate chips Yuki Tsunoda: Grape, sweet and tangy purple ice cream Daniel Ricciardo: Spouse Like A House, vanilla malted ice cream with a peanut butter ripple and chocolate covered pretzel balls Esteban Ocon: Mint Chocolate Chip, mint ice cream with chocolate chips Pierre Gasly: Coffee Chocolate Chip, coffee ice cream with chocolate chips Alex Albon: Chocolate, classic chocolate ice cream Logan Sargeant: Chocolate Peanut Butter Brownie, chocolate ice cream with a peanut butter ripple and brownie pieces Valterri Bottas: Pistachio, sweet pistachio flavored ice cream with pistachios Zhou Guanyu: Chocoholic Chunk, dark chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips Nico Hulkenberg: Chocolate Malt with Caramel, chocolate malted ice cream with a caramel ripple Kevin Magnussen: Cherry Magnolia, black cherry ice cream with whole black cherries, brownie pieces and chocolate chips
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aoxizu · 2 months
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ok if you think about it zhongli is single-handedly responsible for the flow of currency from rich people (the northland bank)'s pockets back into the local economy (whoever had a historical artifact to sell that day)
zhongli is the reason why trickle-down economics works in liyue, as the money is trickling down from childe and the northland bank into the merchants and regular people of liyue, so as the rich get richer the poor will be brought up alongside because zhongli will be able to spend more
and also the us federal reserve aims for a 2% inflation rate, so zhongli's spending habits from when he had mora could just be him regulating inflation of the liyuean economy
so actually zhongli is great with money and he is supporting an entire economic theory all by himself
without zhongli liyue's economy would get significantly more top-heavy and the wealth disparity gap would increase
i would love to see a whole breakdown on liyue's economy like are their workers unionized do they know what a union is or are they still operating under like serfdom or something
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