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evilscraps · 10 months

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#8/7/2022 #andros #mytres #antres #scrap

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smugbugunderarug · 2 years

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#sonic the hedgehog #antoine depardieu #super antoine #pogger #rebl #blueberry chick #8/7/2022

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imekitty · 2 years

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Today I worked on:

Planned: Control Freaks twist, 271 words

Ghost on the Couch: 658 words

Disillusioned: 49 words

#today I worked on #8/7/2022

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actual-llamadrama · 2 years

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I don’t want to go to sleep feeling like this..

#8/7/2022

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kittanthaloselorashield · 8 months

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Willow Friday Textposts

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911onabc · 11 months

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#i do it was january 7/8 2022

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madcat-world · 1 year

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0rph3u5 · 2 months

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many moons ago

#original photography #original photographers on tumblr #Tuesday 8 November 2022 at 7:59 AM

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stardustmuguet · 2 years

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Inktober 2022

Day 7 Trip, Frodo and Sam's trip

Day 8 Match, Arwen and Aragorn

Day 9 Nest, Smaug's nest

#inktober 2022 day 7 #inktober 2022 day 8 #inktober 2022 day 9 #arwen #aragorn #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #smaug the dragon #bilbo baggins #lotr art #the hobbit

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goldenpinof · 1 year

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danielhowell: THANK YOU FOR THIS TOUR - PERFORMING THIS SHOW SAVED MY LIFE AND I’M GRATEFUL FOR YOU ALL

FOR THOSE THAT COULD NOT ATTEND I WILL CREATE A SPECTACULAR SPECIAL FOR YOU TO VIEW

ENJOY THESE FINAL FILM PHOTOS FROM THE BREXIT MEMORIAL TOUR OF FROZEN EUROPE

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#instagram #daniel howell #wad.europe #wad 2022 #you know why i wanna see those on rosie's acc? she geotags them #ughhhh i'm gonna try #1. belfast #2. germany #3. copenhagen #4. ??#5. antwerp #6. helsinki #7. helsinki #8. helsinki #9. helsinki #10. berlin #does anyone know where he got that hat or who gave it to him

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mikeywayarchive · 9 months

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Instagram story by kristincolby

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1morteveryday · 1 year

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365/365 👣

#daily mort #december 31 2022 #IT'S 11PM HERE IT'S STILL THE RIGHT DAY #MORT HAS BEEN FREED!!! I FINISHED THIS GIANT THING!!!! WE CAN ALL REJOICE!!!#i was going to include marlene in this as well but #A) i already committed to drawing 7 characters i don't know how to draw i wasn't about to make it 8 #B) i ran out of room #also the rest of the gang turned out better than i thought they would but i think you can still tell why i chose mort for this project 😂#for example he doesn't have any stupid LEGS that i have to agonize over #ANYWAY #there will be an end-of-project post thing tomorrow!!#but oh my god finally getting to write 365/365 was SO satisfying #the Finale Arc

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Ghost Stories

13 Days of Halloween: Day 8

Plot: When you and Goodnight end up camping out alone in the desert. Goodnight tells you the sad and eerie tale of the settlers who had been there before you.

Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None~

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You stretched as you looked around the deserted area you and Goodnight stopped at for the night. You were too far away from town to make it back before dark, so camping out seemed the best idea.

As an orange flame flickered as Goodnight started a fire, you set down your bed roll on the flattest part of rock you could find. As you began rolling it out, you heard a voice in the near distance that caught your attention.

Looking out at the empty plane ahead of you, the full moon's light allowed you to see there was no one around. Noting there was no breeze to carry any voices, you felt goosebumps rise up your arms. You listened carefully, telling yourself it couldn't have been a person, even if it sounded like it.

Seeing Goodie looking out as well, you turned towards him. "Did you hear that?"

Goodnight made his way over to you, and you saw a slight smile cross his face before he laid out his bedroll beside yours.

"Yeah, and we'll hear more."

You rose your brow as you watched him sit down without another word.

You sat down beside him "What does that mean?"

"Well, this place has a history."

His eyes scanned the area, and you looked out as well.

When you had arrived in the area earlier, you noted piles of wood, and even stone lying around, making you think there had been some structures at some point, but nothing was left standing.

"What do you mean?"

Goodnight cleared his throat, as he lowered and deepened his voice "There was a settlement here quite a while back, I'm not exactly sure how long ago. But, people began to settle, because of the spring in the mountains. They thought they could build a town out here."

"Why are you talking like that." You said abruptly.

He looked over at you "Like what?"

"You put on a voice."

"Well, I'm just trying to tell the story the way it should be told."

You squinted a bit "Alright, fine, but don't push it."

He snickered softly before he continued.

"So, the settlement at one point, had about fifty people living here. They'd take trips into the nearest town to gather supplies, usually someone from the settlement would be seen in town every few days. But, one day the people in the town started to realize, that no one from the settlement had come into town for about a week. So, a few people decided to come out here and check on the settlers. When they got here, you know what they found?"

He looked over at you, and your mind raced with ideas. Slaughtered families, burnt down houses, this wasn't the area that sort of thing happened in, but you weren't sure where else this story would be heading. You shook your head, uncertain.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. No living person was in the settlement. All the livestock were still here, all the horses, all of the carriages and carts. Just no people. When they checked the homes, they found no blood, no signs of distress. Some houses had food on the table like they had sat down for dinner, but never finished."

"Did they find them?"

"Never. They checked the surrounding areas, the mountains, everywhere. They even went into the other closest town, which was way to far to anyone to walk to. But no one there had seen a single new person come into town in the last month. Not a single person from the settlement, dead or alive was found, nor heard from again. To this day, no one knows what happened to them."

You felt chills crawl up your spine as you looked out at the area. You had never heard of anything like it.

"You're just joking right? Just trying to scare me?"

He smiled softly "I think I could think of something worse if I wanted scare you sweetheart. No, the stories true, we pass through the next town you can ask about it, they'll tell you."

"So the voice we heard? That happens a lot?"

He nodded his head "People who come through here hear a lot of things. Voices, horses, carriages, the lot, and there is never anything actually there."

"Surely there has to be an explanation."

Just as you spoke, you heard the familiar sound of hoof beats and creaking wheels of a carriage. As your head to snap towards the sound, Goodnight reached for his gun, but as neither of you saw anything, a chill fell over you.

Goodnight glanced over at you "You got an explanation for that?"

You shook your head softly "I wish I did. I also wish I didn't let you tell me that story."

"Don't worry-" Goodies voice was right in your ear, making you jump a little "-I'll keep you safe." He finished with a grin.

"Tch, stop teasing me." You warned, but you didn't move away from him, still sitting close beside him.

He smiled but looked out at the valley again. "One night, years back, before I had ever heard the story myself. I was camping out right around here. I was woken up by the loud sound of a carriage, and horses, like what just happened. It was so loud, it sounded like I was about to get run over. So I jumped up and yelled out, hoping I didn't get killed by whatever idiot was coming through. But, as I looked around, even though I could still hear the sounds, there was nothing around, not a single sign of life but me and my horse. When I went into town the next day I mentioned to to an old friend there, and he told me the story of the settlement."

You cast your eyes on a pile of wood in the distance, that you assume used to be someone's home, what was left of it anyways.

"I wonder what happened to them."

Hearing a high-pitched coyote call in the distance, you jumped, you hands finding Goodie's arm. As you realized the cause of the noise, you let out a sigh and rolled our eyes and your own cowardice.

Goodie chuckled as he moved his arm to wrap it around you. Pulling you closer, he pressed a soft kiss to your head "Didn't mean to make you so scared"

You rested your head against his shoulder "Yes you did."

"Alright, yes I did. But, I'll keep you safe."

As the sound of a horse could be heard in the distance, where no horse was. You shook your head lightly "I'm not gonna be able to sleep now."

"Just try. The ghosts, spirits, or whatever you want to called them, can't hurt you."

As you settled down into your bed roll, Goodie looked down at you. "Tell me a different story, one that's not so eerie."

Goodie smiled as he looked up for a moment before he started to talk, telling a story of a past adventure.

As you closed your eyes, you curled closer to him, trying to focus on the sound of his voice, while trying to ignore the sound of quiet crying you could hear rising in the distance.

xx End xx

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actual-llamadrama · 2 years

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So my roommate and one of my friends are getting feeling for each other and like it’s great and all I’m glad they have that now but like… I just got totally ditched tonight when I invited my friend to come hang out with /me/ 😐

I don’t think I should be upset about this but I’m feeling a sense of abandonment because I went to check on them on the back porch and they weren’t there anymore… ughhh I hate this feeling in my chest.. I hate it so much.

I feel like I put so much effort into something and it blows up in my face.. I don’t know what to do..

#12:35am #8/7/2022

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airu27 · 2 years

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~ Shizaya Week 2022

Big thanks to @shizayasweek for the prompts!! i thought it would be hard to draw one (1) art each day with that many wonderful prompts, but apparently it’s doable lol

Also on pixiv ☆

#shizayaweek2022 #shizaya week 2022 #my art #let's make simple doodle with simple background i said #day 1: i can't believe i'm drawing a d*sney castle #day 3: a jeep? np np #day 5: ...f o(-<#day 6: stealing the idea from xblueshin's au <3 #day 7: i'm totally not obsessed with saturn's fic and thinking about chinese imperial au nope nope nope #it's not even shizaya #cries #day 8: wow nostalgia #oh btw day 4 is #Я постоя́нно ду́маю о тебе́ = I'm constantly thinking about you #shizaya #Durarara!!#heiwajima shizuo #orihara izaya

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idiopath-fic-smile · 2 years

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post-W.A.R. Summer ficbit

Still taking prompts for my "donate at least $25 to an abortion-related cause, get at least 250 words of fic" exchange, with the additional caveat that while I can't promise anything, so far I don't think any piece has been under 750 words.

Enjolras’s first job was being paid under the table to move a bunch of old boxes of files at his mom’s office. His second job is working for the same office as a receptionist. The best things about the gig, according to Enjolras, are defying gender expectations and getting to read books at his desk when there are no customers.

Grantaire’s first job is with an aggressively mediocre fast food sandwich place. He wipes counters and applies mayo onto spongy baguettes and has a noticeably bad panic attack following his manager’s half-hearted attempt to teach Grantaire the register during the hellish weekend lunch rush.

He comes home reeking of cheap bread. He sees shreds of lettuce when he closes his eyes at night. His first week, he made the mistake of mentioning Enjolras during a completely empty night shift — he didn’t even say boyfriend, but apparently they could read it in his tone — and from then on, none of the guys he works with will look him in the eye.

One day about a month after he was hired, in the wake of another terrible lunch rush, his manager makes a comment that is simultaneously racist, sexist, and homophobic, and Grantaire realizes with sudden crystal clarity that this isn’t like school, where your transcript follows you around with a careful tallying of all your various sins. He can just leave and start anew at a completely different job, reputation fresh, résumé blank as it was before. Unless his new employer randomly thinks to contact one very specific sandwich shop, he is in the clear.

So he does leave. He doesn’t give two weeks’ notice, doesn’t even wait until the end of the shift. He peels off his apron, doffs his uniform hat, and leaps over the counter. He calls Enjolras, who has a license at last, and the two of them get sandwiches at another, different aggressively mediocre sandwich place to celebrate.

“You jumped over the counter?” Enjolras keeps saying, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“It seemed like a faster way out than walking around Stephen the Manager.”

“Diving over the counter, like in an action movie.”

“If it was an action flick,” says Grantaire, “I probably would’ve managed to land on my feet.”

Enjolras laughs.

Grantaire’s second job he gets through Bahorel, at the movie theater on the other side of town. He gives out tickets, listens to customers endlessly complain about the prices, and learns to work a cash register only slightly better than before. The manager is generally not breathing over his shoulder, which means he can do things like give the employee discount to his friends, which is always a highlight.

Now when he closes his eyes at night, he sees popcorn, which is really just a move sideways. The bread smell is replaced by the overpowering odor of artificial butter.

One night during a slow spell, his fellow cashier tells him her favorite movie is Saving Face, which Grantaire knows through Enjolras is both a rom-com and a landmark movie in queer cinema, and that is how Grantaire manages to make a new friend, right there in the box office, wearing a plasticky vest and a stupid clip-on bowtie. Lin is a good person to know — another ally besides Bahorel when the line of increasingly annoyed customers stretches across the building — and a partner-in-crime when nobody is lining up to see anything and the only goal is to pass the time.

She even invites him to parties, which he mostly avoids because he can tell from her stories they involve drinking and pot, and he’s not sure he trusts that side of himself. But when Who Killed The Electric Car? comes out, she drives out to the city with the rest of the ABC to see it and get overpriced coffees after, everyone talking a mile a minute under the twin stimulants of caffeine and companionship. It’s a good afternoon, a great one, even, and Grantaire marvels at all the forces that brought them all together, from activism to friendship to a desire to earn $7 an hour.

It’s nice to get caught up with everyone, even though it’s also basically impossible to get a word in edgewise.

Combeferre is working at a small mom-and-pop bookstore that is in the process of going out of business due to the huge, shiny Borders right across the street. Eponine continues to sling buttons and fabric at the Joann’s next to the Panera, and Musichetta eventually joins her, mostly out of enthusiasm for that all-important employee discount. Jehan and Feuilly get jobs bagging groceries at the weird organic health food store outside of town, which is one of few places in a fifteen-mile radius where Jehan’s clothing choices don’t draw much hostility. Nobody is surprised when Courfeyrac turns out to be a natural as a waiter, nor are they surprised at the jokes he makes about how exactly he winds up with so much of his money in cash. Cosette gets a fast food job, looking, Eponine notes, unfairly good in the cheesy polyester uniform. Joly and Bossuet both become science tutors to middle schoolers, which they describe as about half teaching and half babysitting.

Marius doesn’t have a job; for reasons that are unclear to the rest of the group, his grandpa disapproves of him working.

Bahorel, the only senior in their bunch, leaves for college in the fall, but in the meantime, there’s still plenty of summer left, and it’s a novelty for Grantaire to be able to go and spend money with friends without first leaving a note begging funds from his parents. They finally go laser tagging together as a group, and predictably, Eponine is lethal at it. Combeferre turns out to also have killer aim.

“If you two wanna go see a movie this weekend,” Grantaire tells her on the ride home, “I can hook you both up with six-dollar tickets. Nothing more romantic than savings.”

“The only thing that’s still out that I wanna see is Snakes on a Plane,” she says. “And I don’t see Combeferre getting much out of that.”

“Maybe he would for love,” he singsongs, and she punches him on the arm.

That’s all he says on the subject for like two months (Eponine punches harder than Musichetta), until a weekend in August, halfway through a shift at the theater, when he spots Eponine and Combeferre standing in line together, just a little too dressed up for the movies. Combeferre is wearing the kind of shirt you have to iron.

“Two for Step Up,” says Eponine. ‘Don’t you dare,’ say her eyes.

“Together or separate?” asks Grantaire.

“Uh,” says Combeferre, “together.”

“Of course,” says Grantaire, smiling widely. “Of course. That will be twelve dollars, please.”

#world ain't ready #making a ship canon after like 7 to 8 years LIKE YOU DO #a massive thank you to everyone still reading WAR fic bits in 2022 #it warms my heart

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