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candicepatton · 1 month

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BRIDGERTON SEASON THREE COUNTDOWN DAY 50 ✿ MARY SHARMA

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isjasz · 3 months

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Part 2- At the gate

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(Yep this is the end for the comics because JESUS CHRIST. GAJHWJHDJA. I will probably maybe make more doodles for the au tho but nothing this structured like this again o7 it's been fun!!)

Designs | Part 1 | Part 2 (End)

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fizpup · 2 months

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valentine, you're a horse ❤️

#my little pony #mlp g3 #wish-I-may #wish-I-might #ok so. I'm gonna ramble for a sec #normally when I post on valentine's day I complain in the tags about being single. but I won't this year!#I've recently realized I'm definitely somewhere on the aromantic spectrum. and that I'm perfectly content without a partner #in the past I've described myself as 'emotionally unavailable' or having 'commitment issues' but neither of those things were ever true #I'm a very loving and loyal person!#I've always been extremely affectionate with friends and family but unable to have the same level of love for potential partners #unsure if I'm just demisexual/demiromantic or actually aroace but I'm definitely not the default settings type of gay lol #I'm a big fan of romance and sex in fiction! but irl? 😅😬 idk about that fam! idk!#hypothetically I would like to have a gf one day and maybe fall in love but now I understand why that may not happen #or atleast is gonna take a while. and that's fine :)#tldr; if your top song on spotify last year was Cupid by Fifty Fifty it's time to do some soul searching lol #happy valentine's day!! 💕

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ghoulboyspooks · 3 months

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im rlly never getting over this anytime soon yall

i could explode into a million pieces of gore and viscera about it actually

BleeM trans flag patch is so real and true !!

#:[#i think about this fifty times a day #dimension 20 #brennan lee mulligan #dimension twenty #d20 #fantasy high #d20 fandom #bleem #d20 neverafter #d20 fhjy

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jade-of-mourning · 3 months

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sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

#lychee's brain trash #mako lok #mako tlok #sorry for the shitpost i don't do a lot of those i realize #how tf did this guy not had a massive break down in canon at any point #nd like;; he never shows resentment for the unfairness of it all #he doesn't ever use his past to excuse any of his choices/actions that are influenced by it #which is pretty intrinsically linked to his relationship fumbles #he just quietly holds himself accountable and probably mildly despises himself haha #as much as i don't care for the love triangle it really does make complete sense in accordance to his backstory #anyway this is just a roundabout way of me expressing my salt at people writing him off as a malicious asshole lol #i literally cannot articulate the intense complex things his conjured up existence makes me feel #this does not even scratch the surface there is SO MUCH #i need to actually write the fifty fics that exist to my brain otherwise all these thoughts will never see the sun #trust that one day the avatar!mako au will emerge from my drafts;;;#and. you know. that one shot i've had in wip for the past 2.5 years #and the four other oneshots that will probably never be converted into actual words

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fuedalreesespieces · 2 months

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kagome off a sketch page

#me when i open the canvas fifty times over the course of five days and forget what line thickness I'm using #whoops!#art style consistency? what's that #kagome higurashi #kagome #kagome fanart #inuyasha #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale

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lightscamerabitchsmileee · 7 months

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Vote for your fave, Reblog & mention in the tags if you prefer OG or TV and feel free to give your thoughts as well ☺️☺️

Check out my masterpost for the links to the other polls ☺️ today is the last day to vote in the track 17 poll and tracks 18 & 19 plus the other bonus poll Favorite Taylor remix with another artist are still open ☺️☺️

Thank you and have fun ☺️☺️

#taylor swift #taylorswift #soundtracks #movies #hannah montana the movie #hannah montana #the hunger games #valentines day #fearless taylor’s version #red taylor’s version #fifty shades darker #one chance #cats #where the crawdads sing #miss americana #swifties #swiftie for life #tumblr polls #swiftie polls

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communistkenobi · 3 months

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it’s so despicable I have to do work Sundays are meant for getting high at 2pm and doing laundry

#I have to do fifty pages of reading a day and this isn’t even for comprehensive exam prep 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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cozylittleartblog · 2 months

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I thought newgrounds died years ago. Pleasantly surprised to see it's still around

i haven't used it since middle school to play demented flash games and watch animations, i was also surprised to know it survived the flash purge lol. a lot of people are recommending it though and it never hurts to have yet another platform to fall back on. i didn't even know it was a regular art site either tbh 🥴

#ask #anonymous #anon #newgrounds #it has a post limit that i just hit lol #fifty posts in one day is too many #it always has kind of an edgy vibe in my mind though so i never made an account even though i've been hearing about it the last #couple years with all the other social medias fucking Failing artists the way they've been #i don't think my art really suits the website but hey fuck around find out. maybe it's fine. i dunno. i dont even use it how would i know #So Now I'm Using It And We'll See #spending lots of time uploading art to new websites lately between sheezy art and now newgrounds

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aomine-ryo · 7 months

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kagami is defo the kind of guy that overuses the word “bro”

#it will be used at least fifty times a day #the ‘bro’ frequency increases when he’s with himuro #kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko no basquet #kagami taiga

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undernowstuff · 7 months

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#black love #365 days #fifty shades of grey #fifty shades darker #sm

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blood-injections · 6 months

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Every time i think about the zones i get distraught over the fact that the killjoys cant reach the beach which like isn't even something touched in canon maybe they can who knows but just in headcanon worldbuilding im like yeah lol cant get there for reasons ill elaborate on one day(basically the city is in the way) and just break my own heart because i just. I just know in my heart that Kobra Kid would absolutely fucking shred those barrels. That boy would surf!! We were robbed of beach killjoys and one day yes i will write an au where they can access the beach and i can finallly explore the zones surf culture that lives in my head just as much as the zones racing and skating culture does

#i am the NUMBER ONE Kobra Kid surfer bro truther #cherri would also surf and he's absolutely a legend at it he taught Kobra #i think jet would too but would do less tricks like kobra does she'd focus more on getting a good long ride in versus showing off lol #and she wouldnt do the storm runs like kobra does where he risks his life catching the fucking fifty foot waves and stuff #like that one video of the guy during the hurricane or something with the weather guy narrator going like there is a GUY out there!!!!?!?!#and the wave crashes and hes like OH NO but then the surfer comes out of the wave mist and theres the music going BRRFBBFNEMRRN #wheres that video when i need it. thats kobra kid #ttlotfk #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr danger days #kobra kid #danger days headcanons

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defeateddetectives · 1 month

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what if i was glad you were obscured from my view because even if i cant bridge the distance between us the thought that i might understand you better than i'd expected to hurts far too much to think about

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what if i tried in a small secret moment while you were sleeping and couldnt see me to see the world through your eyes in hopes it could help me understand you and maybe even bridge the distance between us

#AND THE WAY THE TWO MOMENTS ARE BACK TO BACK???#the way it's always about seeing and being seen and the risks and perils and rewards and status and identity of it #the mortifying ordeal of being known of it all #(also its literally always about the haaaands but thats a sob session for another day!)#i have another migraine and apparently my suffering is now linked in a pavlovian way with disinhibited rambling about them again #so this is me making lemonade or whatever. as one does!!!#fifty years later i'll come back to this arc with even newer strings connecting the dots on that charlie day meme #(the dots spell out that they're in love btw. in case anyone was wondering #)#natsume problems #horrible exorcists

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ctrl-lupin · 7 months

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Noodle man

#the next fifty screenshots are going to be from Seven Days Rhapsody #one of my favourite tv specials! it's so fun!#and then there's more twcfm because why the fuck not #just fyi the queue publishes two posts a day so you're gonna see these screenshots over the course of a month #but in real life the whole TWCFM-7DR-TWCFM sandwich was the equivalent of maybe two days of intensive lupin-ing for me #daisuke jigen #lupin iii #lupin iii : seven days rhapsody

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radioactivepeasant · 2 months

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Free Day Friday: Viper continuation

Picking up from Here

Thrax scarcely recognized the city anymore. In the five years since his banishment for questioning the research into dark eco, he'd sort of assumed nothing would change, not really. But the Haven he crept through now was barely half of what he'd left behind. The slums were gone, replaced by gleaming modern architecture and locked behind force fields. He'd thought it was to keep the displaced rabble out until he saw the first metalhead lounging on a filthy street corner. Until he saw the crushed remains of the Stadium, the Grand Hotel, the museum-! The Palace District of Main Town was destroyed.

How far Praxis must have fallen before the end! Thrax found himself, to his surprise, hoping the old fool had met a hideous death at the hands of Damas’s pet demon. The count was right, he was an abomination, but that was more Praxis's fault than the monster's, to his mind. Praxis made it out of some kid who didn't get a say in the matter. In his own way, Thrax felt sorry for Jak. But sympathy for demons didn't get you far in life.

Bitterly cursing the cold, Thrax pulled his scarf higher and found himself turning down an alley in search of things to burn. He should have been home by now. Well, not home, his old penthouse from his days in the Guard had a support beam impaling the top three floors now. Somewhere better, perhaps, in New Haven. He'd even have accepted military barracks if it came with the proper pay and respect! That had been the promise, that was to be his reward: all that Praxis had stripped from him restored. And all he'd had to do was kill that weakling Damas.

Only, Damas wasn't a weakling anymore. He was as harshly pragmatic as Praxis had ever been. Ruler of a land of barbarians! It was madness! Honestly, Thrax would have been relieved to have Haven destabilize and assume control of the city. But now...now, he doubted Haven had anything close to the manpower that would require. No wonder assassination had been suggested instead!

And he'd failed, pure and simple.

Thrax was no fool, he knew his glorious homecoming was contingent on him holding up his end of the bargain. Still, he couldn't help a sullen thought that he might have succeeded if Veger hadn't sent the monster straight to Damas’s doorstep like a housewarming present.

There were two other people huddled around a barrel at the end of the alley, burning garbage for warmth. They didn't acknowledge him at first, until the light flickered off his tattoos. One of them swore and kicked at him.

"Get out of here!" The kick unbalanced him and his friend caught his elbow. "KG scum! Metal-lover! Go back to hell!"

Something grated high above their heads. The sound of a boot on a slate shingle. Even with the heat of the fire in his face, Thrax suddenly felt cold. What forgotten instinct warned him not to look up? That he had no time to look?

The shingles cracked.

Thrax ran.

For once, he was grateful for the grueling, brutal training Damas forced candidates to endure before he allowed them to enter the desert alone. A Havenite -- gods, when had he stopped thinking of himself as a Havenite? -- would never have been able to clear the fallen masonry, or the burnt-out husks of hellcats that littered the streets. A mantis-head took a swipe at him from the shadows of a fallen archway, and Thrax lost his footing as he dodged.

He landed hard, skidding down a short drop that had once been part of the road. In the two seconds required to pick himself up, Thrax saw what his instincts had been warning him about.

The monster. The child-soldier. Jak.

He leapt from the awning of what used to be a racing memorabilia shop, landing with a predatory grace that momentarily froze Thrax. His creepy talking Teacup Mine-rat hunched on his shoulder -- everyone said there was no such thing as Mine-rats having a teacup breed, but they were the only animal he'd ever seen with those proportions and that nauseating shade of orange -- watching him with those beady little eyes. In an almost careless move, the rat pointed out the mantis-head that had knocked Thrax down. The monster shot it in the head after only glancing in its direction.

The spell was broken. Thrax ran down the cracked and sunken crater that the road had become, desperately scanning the horizon for a place to hide. He was too far from New Haven -- not that the elite would have any compunction to help him when he'd failed his mission -- and he could see metalheads and those Krimzon robots blocking many of the avenues he could have used for escape. Stopping to shoot them would give the monster time to catch up.

Thrax knew what the abomination was capable of. He'd seen what happened to his co-conspirator. Dropped like a stone as they tried to flee, obsidian claws buried in the base of their skull while watched by the pitiless eyes of whatever evil spirit the boy had become. Would those same claws paralyze him, too? Drag him back to the desert to die or worse? Or would death be swift?

No, no he couldn't think like that. He had to escape. He had to hope for a way to kill the thing. Thrax charged into another alley, hoping against hope that a door would be open or unlocked. If he could get inside, his chances of survival would dramatically increase.

The Precursors, however, did not favor him that day.

The alley ended at a wall of twisted rebar and half melted plastics, fused together with foul acids secreted by the metalheads. A panicked whine escaped Thrax's throat as he whirled, already knowing what would be behind him.

But there was nothing.

That did not calm his nerves. Where was the creature? Thrax's eyes rolled back and forth, scanning every shadow. His breath came in shallow pants as he backed up, fumbling for his morph gun.

Then came the sound of boots on shingles again.

He had forgotten to look up.

Jak dropped silently, driving his knee into the fugitive's back. Thrax fell with a cry, gun clattering from his hand and onto the ruined cobblestones. He was under no obligation to bring Thrax back alive -- they'd gotten most of the information they needed out of the monk, Nadab. Damas had given him explicit permission to kill the would-be assassin if the situation warranted it. But at the same time, Jak had a suspicion. He was catching on to a greater trend of treachery within Haven, and he had a feeling Thrax knew who was behind it. All he needed was confirmation.

"Do your worst, abomination," Thrax gasped, clawing for any shred of courage he had left. "I do not fear death."

"Captain."

Thrax faltered. "What?"

Jak flipped him over so that their eyes met. His eyes were cold, and in the darkness, Thrax wondered in a daze how they could look so much like Damas’s.

"It's Captain Abomination. If you're going to insult me, do it properly."

The rat snickered and nudged his head encouragingly.

"Now you have a very small window of opportunity here," Jak growled. "You tell me who put Nadab in contact with you, and you get a chance to give up your beacon with a shred of honor intact. If you have a shred of honor left."

"This is a limited time offer," Daxter warned.

Trembling, Thrax repeated, "I do not fear death!"

Jak smiled, but there was no humor in it.

"Yes you do."

He was right.

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day friday #continuation #viper au #jak and daxter #jak and daxter au #background dadmas #Jak is here to LARP Assassin's Creed and he's having a great time #cliffhanger because frankly i haven't decided whether or not to kill Thrax #meanwhile Jak has ignored fifty percent of the missions Ashelin insisted he do #he's already on a mission for his dad leave him alone #jak and daxter oc #krimzon guard oc

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lotshusband · 4 months

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genuine question for my properly hydrated friends: if someone is drinking enough water is it normal to have to piss like every other hour all day …

#i got a water bottle that really works for me #and now im drinking a lot more water #but um. heavy is the head that has to piss fifty million times a day ???#nathaniel.txt

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