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4o4notf0und · 26 days
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THE EXORCIST (2016–2017) — season 1
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immagrosscandy · 24 days
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my mom reminded me to share my drawings with the world xd
so here i show you some of my homework!
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sam-loves-seb · 1 year
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the fruity four but make it hollywood au (3/x)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
so, nancy moves into steve's old room and completely rearranges the furniture--much to robin's dismay--and paints the walls a different color. she doesn't touch the rest of the apartment, save for putting her shampoo in the shower and her toothbrush in the same holder as robin's.
they don't talk much. at first, they don't even really talk at all. but one night, after nancy comes home half an hour into a date with a takeout box filled with pizza, robin emerges from her bedroom and tentatively asks what happened.
"He didn't really want to know me," nancy shrugs, handing robin a slice. "He just wanted to be my date to my movie premiere next month."
"He said that?"
"He didn't have to."
robin rolls her eys. "Guys suck."
nancy taps her pizza against robin's, like a toast. "Guys suck."
and thus, a friendship was born, over battered hearts and cold pizza. they start talking more, start getting to know each other over late night dinners and early morning call times. they talk, and they laugh, and they have fun in their big apartment just the two of them.
robin thinks it's nice to have another friend, a female friend, a friend who is a girl, and definitely not a girlfriend. just a friend. just--friendly.
until one weekend when nancy's little brother (her real brother, mike, not her on-screen-brother, dustin, who she's still close with today after growing up together on the same show) and little sister fly in to LA to visit some family and they end up staying at nancy and robin's place place. robin doesn't mind, especially with how big nancy smiles when she brings them home from the airport, and mike and holly seem like good kids.
it's all fine until that night, when nancy puts mike in the guest room and holly in her room, that robin starts to feel the vibe shift.
nancy grabs a spare pillow and blanket from the closet and lays them down on their couch, but robin stops her, tells her they can share her bed. tells her no one should have to sleep on the couch.
(even if it is an expensive, ultra comfy couch that both of them fall asleep on regularly. though this point does not get brought up when nancy follows robin to her bedroom wordlessly.)
they stay up for maybe an hour, talking about everything and nothing and staring at the ceiling while they giggle. the clock reads 1am before robin's eyes start to close on their own, and nancy falls asleep in the middle of her sentence.
robin watches her for a while, noting the rise and fall of her chest, the slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes twitch just slightly in her sleep. robin falls asleep watching nancy breathe.
in the morning, when she wakes up and finds the other half of the bed empty, with nancy and holly already up and in the kitchen, robin feels a pang of sadness running through her chest.
then panic.
she shoves those feelings way down deep and blames it on the wine they had with dinner (they had one glass each) and the late hour (they've been on sets later than that) and the whirlwind of a night (they ate pasta and watched a movie with nancy's siblings).
things go back to normal--mostly--and robin and nancy's budding friendship continues to bloom as the weeks go on. nancy finishes shooting a movie--her return to mainstream american media--and robin lands a new contract--a twenty episode horror series that reads good enough to go for two or three seasons, at least--and things are good. great, even.
so why is it that robin feels an overwhelming amount of joy when nancy asks her to do her makeup for her red carpet premiere? like, a truly staggering amount of happiness from something she usually gets paid to do. she doesn't think about it too hard.
"Nancy are you ready yet?" steve yells as he walks into their apartment, his hair perfectly floppy and his tux neatly pressed.
"Almost!" nancy yells back from the bathroom, where robin is putting the finishing touches on her mascara.
nancy's agent told her she needed to find a date for the red carpet, and rather than trying to find someone new to accompany her, nancy asked steve if he'd go with her as friends. her agent was more than happy with that--television's princess showing up on the arm of hollywood's latest heartthrob, hello--and steve agreed, roping nancy into doing the same thing with his movie premiere next month.
(steve and eddie have been living together for three months now, and the tabloids still haven't caught on. once a week their names pop up in an 'unlikely friends' article or an instagram series of hollywood's closest 'bros', whatever the fuck that means. steve and eddie are fine with that for now, keeping their privacy for as long as they can even if half of all sets and stages in hollywood know their a couple by now.)
"Perfect," robin tells her, capping the mascara and setting it to the side with an almost sad smile. she tries to make it meet her eyes
nancy thanks her profusely, even stopping to give her a long, lingering hug--which is unprecedented, for fear of wrinkling her gown, but nancy doesn't seem to care--before grabbing her jacket and meeting steve by the door.
steve kisses robin on the cheek, tells her that eddie's coming over after rehearsal and he's bringing booze. robin makes him promise to bring Chinese food--and nancy--back by midnight. steve laughs, but he says okay.
so, that's how robin ends up on her couch, watching the live stream of the red carpet on her tv, passing a bottle of whiskey back and forth with eddie. they drink every time they see steve, or nancy, or steve and nancy, with his hand on her hip and her head on his shoulder.
it's all fake, robin knows it's all fake. well, the romantic undertones are, at least, she knows nancy and steve love each other the way robin loves eddie, or the way robin loves steve--platonic, with a capital P.
so why does it still hurt to watch them walk into the theater hand in hand?
"It sucks," eddie says unprompted, practically reading her mind. "it's not... It doesn't ever really get easier, watching him like that with someone else. Even if it isn't real."
robin swallows thickly, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes. "How can you stand it?"
"I don't," eddie tells her, a little bit drunk. he takes another sip of the whiskey. "I just wait for him to come home, wait for him to hold me through the night. He'll tell me that he's mine and no one else's--and I believe him. Every time."
robin falls sideways on the couch, letting her head drop on to eddie's shoulder. he pats her knee in an unspoken understanding.
they stare at the tv until the live stream fades to black, and then for a little while after. they're well and truly drunk by the time steve and nancy get back with Chinese food, and robin goes to bed without taking a single bite.
nancy brings her coffee in bed the next morning, and robin wishes she was just a little less perfect. maybe then, this would be easier.
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("Nancy, you gotta tell her."
"Eddie. No."
"Nancy--"
"Shhh," she shushes him over the fried rice. "She'll hear you."
"She's asleep!"
"I'm with Eddie on this one," steve says around a mouthful of food.
"Stay out of this," nancy tells him, pointing a chopstick at his face.
"Nance," eddie brings his hands together quietly. "I'm like, ninety-five percent sure she feels the same way."
nancy shakes her head at her food, not looking at either of the boys. "I--I can't. I can't risk it, she's..." she laughs sadly at the realization that just dawned on her. "She's my best friend."
steve and eddie share a look over the kung pao chicken, but neither of them says another word.)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | ko-fi
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lunian · 4 months
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so far I see several popular types of bg3 Durges around and I think it's fun:
- the creepiest feral creature from mega hell;
- stray confused animal;
- bloody sexy in the most classic way with tons of mods on appearance (def romances Astarion);
- oath breaker paladin with the most serious face and saddest story possible;
- normal looking human... thats all;
- the funniest bard !!!!
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riftdancing · 5 months
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The catfish in the sink is fully thawed and we're back on our shit.
~*~ L E T T H E H O L I D A Y S E A S O N B E G I N ~*~
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elsyrel · 2 years
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Insert yourself in the place of the fruit for a different kind of experience
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ruhrohherewego · 10 months
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‘tehehehehe tim drake hasn’t slept in 45 hours and is living off of coffee and vibes’ FUCK YOU these are olympic-level athletes they need SOME base of self-care to function. tim drake, or ANY vigilante cannot fight bad guys severely dehydrated and hallucinating from sleep deprivation. stop romanticizing terrible health habits with the characters who are the least likely to have them!!!!
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GREEN IS EARTH YOU HEATHENS
BLUE IS FOR WATER
THE COLOUR OF WIND IS PURPLE
PURPLE!
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reaninateor · 1 year
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WHICH ONE OF YOU.... WHICH ONE OF YOU🫵
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lunar-wandering · 8 months
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and when i tell you guys that i have a plethora of LMK oc's that you've never heard of-
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cosmichawk · 11 months
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!shitpost warning!
okay so i have this psd file where i just dump all of my crack pierro ideas, and....
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i have no idea under what influence i was when i drew this, but it became one of the pillars of my mental stability. truly one of drawings of all time
ALSO
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this one always sends me. i actually think of drawing clown/jester pierro just bc it's so fucking funny. like.. you have no idea HOW funny this is to me
i feel like people don't pay attention to the fact that pierro himself chose his title (and that he also gave names and titles to other harbingers). like??? this bitch is the king of post-irony. i don't mind people hc him as this stoic cold man but PLS. HE NAMED HIMSELF 'THE JESTER'. there is no way that this bitch doesn't have really great sense of humor
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fannfish · 8 months
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blink twice if you need help
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katastrophic-n3vulaa · 2 months
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just putting this into the world. this is not a story that needs to be told, but whilst i am semi-present, i think i should try to articulate this.
'this' being my experience with gender.
my experience with gender is a weird thing. sometimes i'm ok in my body- it's never perfect, like a slippery skin suit either too big or too small- but sometimes it's ok. these times i'm a girl.
other times, my bones and joints and skin feels too tight and it hurts more than usual. i can feel like i want to metamorphise and become a human butterfly. these times i'm a combination between a girl and a human.
on the bad days, i can feel my ribs in my skin and the skin on my legs and the muscles in my shoulders and all the bones in my body and everything hurts. those days i want nothing more than to fade to dust or peel the skin from my bones and die in a pool of red. those days i am very far from both humanity and being a girl,
but life goes on, and so must i.
if i could, on the bad days i would only have a name. but no one knows its a bad day except for me unless they notice. they never do. so i continue as a bloody butterfly in a chrysalis of veins and nerves and skin.
the body i inhabit is far from perfect, or normal. when i lie down it bruises because the body cant produce enough to protect me. gender is a biological category.
so on the good days the body i inhabit is an ok size, with aches and pains and bruises. other days, i am not in a body but a chrysalis of blood and bone and i can always feel it changing and moving and shifting. on the bad days the thing i'm in is so very wrong because i am so very far from humanity and the outside is purple and blue and it feels like its splitting at the seams to escape so the thing dies in a pool of ruby.
sometimes the body is female, and i'm ok with that. other days, it is a chrysalis and it is so very human and so very breakable, and i am simply a human. then on the bad days... i havent found something that works for the bad days yet. i say i am agender because i don't have a gender on the other days or the bad days. the other days i have found they/them to work. the bad days... that doesn't work very well, but it's the best i have found.
all that being said, i do not care at all for pronouns. i could be everything and anything all of the time. to myself, i am both agender and female, and there are names for that. the bad days i don't have a name for yet, but that's ok. on the bad days i'm not even in the head of the thing, so pronouns don't matter.
no one in real life knows about this, and they likely never will. but that's ok. they could talk about me as anything and it'd be ok, because even though i have some of the ones im comfortable with, it doesn't matter if i don't even know. the body i am in is female, so i am a woman to those people. i'm ok with that on the good days- and the other days, vaguely human-like adresses work- although i have noticed that masculine pronouns aren't right, so i don't use them. things like they/them or it/its are good for those other days.
the bad days i don't know.
i think i've repeated myself a number of times here. but my journey to the gender-like descriptors i have now is much longer and more complicated than this. this is just where it's at for now.
if you're here, thank you, even though i don't know you.
this is the end of my story for now.
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tchotchkeshelves · 2 months
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worlds first person to do the nonbinary lesbian to trans gay guy pipeline in reverse
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lunian · 1 year
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it's really weird how much I'm angry at miraculous ladybug show, bc I really just started blocking main content makers on this site for a reason that muting tags doesn't fuckin work
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*said a person who had lived in this fandom for 5 years*
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rdo-constance · 10 months
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on today's episode of things i didn't know were a thing in online: story mode-style bounty hunters??
I did see them on the map by emerald for a brief moment before the usual bounty hunter encounter started, but i figured it was a glitch (like how revenuers will sometimes show up on the radar despite being part of someone else's mission haflway across the map), turns out not because it happened again just a few minutes later (second clip). My bounty was at $100 and i had been avoiding going to jail for the past few days so my theory is maybe that's what triggered it, however it has not happened again since that session so.. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If anyone knows or has any theories please enlighten me!
(apologies for the toes-out situation on the second clip, i got thrown out of the wardrobe)
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