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still not over this idgaf if it’s a 4 second clip, i will stay being insufferable over this
#hook#danhausen#hookhausen#hook nation rise#aew#HEYYYYYYYYYYYY#they did it for the remaining hookhausen stan’s who have been dying for some content
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Just wanted to say that I love your art and how you render ❤️O❤️
I've been meaning to be moots with you for a long while but I was kinda scared so this is such surprising news in my ask box
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GOLDEN CHILD, LION BOY;
TELL ME WHAT IT'S LIKE TO CONQUER.
STATS:
full name : major alexander powell
nickname(s) : n / a
birthplace : tacoma, washington
neighborhood : celestial drive
date of birth : 12 / 21 / 1996
parentage : jennifer powell & jonathan powell
sibling(s) : n / a
relationship status : single
gender identity : cis man ( he/him )
sexual orientation : heterosexual
occupation : swim instructor
faceclaim : michael evans behling
positive : altruistic, fearless, loyal
negative : vacuous, flighty, aimless
BACKGROUND:
just a few days before christmas, jonathan and jennifer powell got the call that their baby boy was born. the product of a couple of seniors who were not ready to commit their lives to raising a child, the powells had finally gotten the child they've wanted for so long.
named after jonathan's ranking during his time in the military, major alexander powell was a gift to the couple. they would've been happy with any child, but they were especially thrilled to have a baby boy to bring into their home in starlight oaks.
initially, the powells had wanted a large family. however, nothing could've prepared them for the reality of raising a baby. it wasn't enough to squander their excitement to be parents, but it left them with an appreciation for a one child household.
being the only child was everything major could have wanted and more. his mom was free to take him to the library and his dad would take him to the park. they had dinner together every night, and always tried to do something as a family over the weekends, whether it was going to see a movie, going to a sports game, or even visiting the local bowling alley.
jonathan powell was an athletic man. he was a football player back in high school, but liked to get out and be active whenever he could. major was signed up for soccer and tee ball the second he was old enough, and his dad began taking him golfing every sunday after he turned ten. jennifer ensured major took swim classes as a baby, just hoping to give him the skill due to their proximity to the water.
while his parents never pressured him to pick a certain sport, major definitely felt a pressure to be in sports. he'd gravitated towards tee ball as a kid, so he stuck with baseball.
it started off with little league, and he continued with recreation leagues until he was able to try out for his high school team. with his years of experience with the game paired with his outings to the batting cages, it came as no surprise that he made the team freshman year.
what did come as a bit of a surprise, though, was his love for the water. since baseball wasn't until the spring, he joined the swim team in the fall. he'd always loved swimming for fun, and what was more fun than a little bit of a competition? at least, that's how his father saw it.
he was a beast in everything that he did. except academia. he managed enough to stay on his teams, but he couldn't do much better beyond that. he was his parent's golden boy, and his father wanted an athlete. didn't it make sense to prioritize that?
while academia didn't come easy to him, socializing definitely did. he had his father's charm and his mother's heart, which, looking at him, was a winning combination. major had no problem interacting with his peers, whether they knew each other or not. 'IT'S BEST TO MAKE PEOPLE FEEL COMFORTABLE,' his mother had told him. so, that's what he did.
it didn't take much for major to grow in the ranks of popularity. with older teammates taking him under their wing as their "cool younger brother" and tackling his own grade, he'd made quite a name for himself right off the bat.
his junior year had set it up for him. he'd be voted in as vice president of his class, and he'd began dating his first long-term girlfriend. in so many words, the two of them were the king and queen of high school. well-known, well-liked-- he felt they conquered the hallways. they were voted prom king and queen their senior year.
high school relationships are hard, because what do you do when it's all over? it was an amicable breakup. she was going off to college, and he'd made tacoma's minor league baseball team.
the idea of being a professional baseball player, even if it was in the minor league, was exciting. he felt so alive at every practice, every game. he couldn't believe he had people who admired him in such a way.
however, it became less and less exciting. no matter how hard he tried, he could never jump out of the minor league and into the major league. his mother would always be proud of him, but what could his father be thinking? he'd never expressed any disappointment, but if it was killing major, what would the man who provided everything to make him the best be feeling?
he's twenty-four when he begins to think he doesn't want to do this anymore. but how does one leave the professional world of sports so early? only being in the minor league, it's not like he was rolling in money. he'd barely graduated high school, and skipped college to join the team.
he's twenty-six when he finally decides to call it quits. he can't even hear his own name without a sour taste in his mouth. major powell could never make the major league. WHAT A JOKE.
so, he goes back to his other sport of choice. swimming. he'd never lost interest, and would always find his way to the water when he needed to breathe. he'd always had a home at the starlight oaks community center, so it only makes sense for him to find his next adventure there. he mostly teaches kids to swim, but being told he's the best teacher ever comforts him more than any amount of fans in the stands.
PERSONALITY:
very kind, outgoing, will talk to a stranger about anything.
gentleman at heart. very well-mannered
his time in the league is a bit of a touchy subject for him. his vibe will definitely change if mentioned
not that smart...... he's good to look at tho <3
huge flirt
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
roommates ?? i just want a classic new girl scenario just 4 dumb people living together ... a celestial drive exclusive ! will probs submit a wanted connection for this !!
childhood friend ?? maybe someone who also played a lot of rec sports. maybe they were on the same teams or practiced together in their free time <3
current sports friends !! maybe they go to the gym together ?? he's back at the community center and participates in adult rec leagues, so if anyone wants to join him lmk .....
maybe an ex or two ?? he's a romantic, very good bf .... but sometimes things just don't work out. was he having an identity crisis thru their relationship that led to their break up ?? probably !!!
maybe people he has taught to swim ??? or like maybe he taught your charas kids / nephews / nieces idk
im sooooo bad at wanted connections im such a brainstormr LOLLLL im so sorry
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#HEYYYYYYYYYYYY#NINKIGAL#FATE#FGO#I just got Ereshkigal 2 days ago and i had to do THE WHOLE NAHUI MICTLAN ARC to unlock Ninkigal and it was soooooo long especially the ORT#my text post
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𝟐𝟑:𝟑𝟎𝐩𝐦, east of 75014 paris, 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: stood by the catacombs. back draped with a ᵗᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵇᶤᵏᵉʳ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵉᵗ of a leather material, it rests itself against a concrete wall decorated with the frozen mist from the fog that surrounds the city this late at night. you'd think from the excessive running and the need to stay unseen and succumbed within the shadows, she would adhere to what's needed for her survival, "𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋" just like bryce instructed: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. instead, she slips a cigarette between velvets, a slight ᵗᶤᶰᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵒᵘᵍᵉ fading from the few sips of wine she had with her delicious room service or rather, lack of. the butt of it is lit with a metal lighter, inhaling a puff slowly to enjoy the little moments in life. the way it climbs down her throat into her lungs, starts a wildfire of hunger & disobedience. it almost makes her ᵐᵉˡᵃᶰᶜʰᵒˡᶤᶜ for a few minutes, the sudden rush of loneliness deepening the pit in her stomach where she can't help but choke, a raspy clear of her throat allowing her to prevent herself from coughing. ( 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. i can't even cough without fearing that i'll be seen. who would've thought i'd get this vain? ) first inhale, second inhale, third inhale: combat boots find themselves kicking at the dirt.
𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕, and something deep within her is telling her she's not going to show: in lara's mind, the hastings sister has probably seen the news, read a few issues of 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰 over the past day and a half and realised her 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 is now a fugitive and so, harbouring one wouldn't be the greatest ᵃᵈᵈ to her transcript. not once has it entered her mind that this could be a coup, and there could be danger of lara's location being revealed, but there is the looming doubt that this very well could be a bust: the thought almost makes her sick, so she raises her chin, flicks the cigarette, and begins her escape with an exhale. until lights blare, a vespa pulls up, and she hears the sound of a 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖 of click-clacking heels. @hastinge.
❛❛ 𝐢 was beginning to suspect that you ʷᵉʳᵉᶰ'ᵗ going to show. funny that, seeing as i'm 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 the one who's late. ❜❜ she can't help but pull her into a deep hug, for it's the first time she's seen a ᶠʳᶤᵉᶰᵈˡʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ since the entire murder scandal. she pulls away finally with a sense of hesitation, like she's embarrassed that she's bared her teeth so early in their meeting, mind occupied with the possibility that spencer could be thinking she's guilty so the hug was entirely inappropriate, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. ❛❛ sorry. what a 𝔣𝔲𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔡𝔞𝔶 i'm having, right? ❜❜
#hastinge#HEYYYYYYYYYYYY#still figuring out formatting but i needed 2 get this starter out by tonight#IM SO EXCITED FOR THEM LEIA#LOOK AT OUR GIRLS#im getting emosh..........................#IC.
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@verumking | s.c.
― 🜛 ― " Quite the spectacle is it not? " a voice to cry out from the darkness, stepping forward into the ruin as if strolling through a springs gentle petal shower, her arms outstretched. Her head thrown back, she breathed deeply the scents of battle and victory. " You as well! You've done marvelous! I don't think I've seen such a feat against the heartless since that of mine own! Do tell, do telllllll ― for what purpose do you draw your weapon? "
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++ @nonhumen asked ; " what are you talking about? nai is dead. you killed him."
the air whistles in his ears, rushes through his hair and vash watches the indigo halo dissipate through the tears that burn his eyes. he watches white streaks of burning flesh and hair as the smell of it clings to every inch of him. he's falling. he's been falling for a long time, he thinks that this is what wolfwood meant when he said there has to be sacrifice to save something. he thinks he understands now, why nai was so unwilling to let go of what they used to have back when they were children. no... no he always understood. they both did. they both always understood each other so well. they've always been the same - yet so, so different.
vash falls, voice ragged and agonised as his throat starts to bleed. he doesn't feel the flames catch the ends of his jacket. he doesn't feel the bullets lodged in his chest, his stomach, his legs. all he feels is the same despair he felt when nai piloted them away from their home as it shattered before their eyes. vash falls, knives rises - falling in reverse away from the planet and the plants and the humans below. he fells away and vash's tears burn his skin, the heat boiling them as he feels his body pulled apart at the seams the faster and further he travels.
they're sat beneath the tree. leaves fall around them as the echoes of nai's song fill the younger brother's head, a faint smile pulling at the corners of vash's lips. shoulder brushes with his brother's own. the air is warm. the sound of the leaves rustling in the artificial breeze punctuates the comfortable silence as they sit in the grass together. just them.
vash watches his brother's remains disappear into the distance. he watches what remains of his last ditch attempt to save everything crumbles in his descent, burnt away to nothing but a mangled arm barely held together with stretched tendons and shredded skin. he can't scream anymore, not as his mouth fills with blood and that familiar piano song is replaced by the same six words repeated over and over - their pitch the same as every single dying plant vash has given a piece of himself to in an attempt to keep them going just a little bit longer.
just a few years longer...
silence, then. the cityscape rushing past him - the moons hanging there in the sky as they watch him give in to it all. he doesn't want to see what he's done - what will happen despite everything he's done to keep them safe from the storm they bring with them. to keep them safe from the toxic poison of fear, grief and hatred that brought so much suffering to everyone and everything on a planet that didn't want or need them.
his eyes close.
they're crowded around meryl's camera, smiles wide and eyes bright. wolfwood crouches ahead of them with a laugh. meryl snatches for the thing and vash smiles. it's a real smile. the first in a while. the first he hasn't had to paint into place to try and be convincing.
roberto complains, vash laughs and the camera flashes.
vash saverem holds his breath.
he hits the ground.
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bebwbwbbwbs. a a a a. a. a a a a a
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she's back!
#HEYYYYYYYYYYYY#i've been drawing again and i thought about coming back here#so more stuff is coming#<3
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renzo :-)
#blue exorcist#ao no exorcist#shima renzou#shima renzo#jo.gifs#HEYYYYYYYYYYYY i've been making this set for. 2 months. i kid u guys not i have been making this since. january. LOL#here have some renzos#i feel like u can tell by the difference in the gifs that i color one by one . anyways#i feel like i've gotten better at coloring animation n that makes me happy :-)#when i watch season 3 u better expect renzo gifs. i love u renzo#also lol i ran out of tags to put. but here u are#i should befriend anime gifmakers n like. create connections but consider this:
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Not the goddess herself following me!
Me showing up to your page to binge read your story:
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They would spend hours in silence, sometimes. Especially in the evenings, after an early dinner. It would have been horribly unnerving to the eyes of an outsider, so many armed men camped around a fire yet never once speaking to each other; but they were content to only take in the ambience, to the sounds of the others minding their own business as they did the same.
It simulated a comfortable loneliness.
They did still talk, sometimes, of course.
The silence did make for a good companion when it came to thinking too much.
"I know it's a strange thing to reflect on," Twilight began softly one night in order to disturb the quiet all around, "But I think... If we were asked, the worst periods of our lives were probably around when all of... This... Started."
His hand had swept across the air in a circling motion to metaphorically reach all of them. ‘This’, they understood, being the hero business.
If a business it could be called.
“At least, it was for me,” the farmhand muttered.
Warriors hummed quietly as he stopped sharpening his blade, mind struggling to recall memories of childhood, teenhood, simple living within a sea of screaming, of metal clashing, of explosives going off, of remorseless betrayals, of blood clinging to fabric to be discarded or washed: “That does sound right.”
To the side of Sky’s suddenly saddened fiddling with the sailcloth wrapped around his neck, Hyrule seemed distracted by the fire.
Legend laid down on his back, a foot bouncing nervously.
“I guess,” he admitted vaguely. A hand went to scratch at the side of his nose and he bit down at his lower lip almost angrily. “Actually, no, it wasn’t. Not for me. I mean - I’ve had so many of these damned ‘business trips’ my life might as well have been just a steady stream of shit down the creek, but it- no, no it wasn’t. I had... It was... After-- oh, fuck off!” and he kicked at the air aimlessly.
He couldn’t tell them about the island yet.
And now they were listening, and he wanted to tell them and -- and... And the island had been the beginning of it, a drop preluding the flood, and he found himself desperately, desperately wanting to talk, because they were listening to whatever it was that made him so vulnerable.
“It’s just-” he started, blocking himself for a moment to swallow air. Nobody stopped or interrupted him. “I thought it would have been easier, the second time around. You know? I mean-”
He inhaled sharply and twisted his mouth angrily.
He gave a bitter, strained laugh and waved his hand harshly: “I mean, the first time I saw him bleed out in the royal sewers, when I was fourteen. The Triforce brought him back when I wished for it to fix it all, but either way you’d think that would be the scarring thing, right? But no. No it wasn’t. It was...”
A few gazes moved away from him as they recognized a liquid glimmer in his eyes, just in case he wanted to be more vulnerable.
They heard him sniffle.
“I wasn’t even there,” the veteran just continued. “I was... He fell from the chair a moment, hit the wall but not hard, it was just vertigo - it had happened a few times already and he had been fine! But we went to the Witch anyways, just in case, right?, because he said he was fine, my uncle, but just to make sure, you know? And I left him there to, to rest, you know? And then that evening Irene came and she just. Told me.”
The muscle and cartilage in his neck shifted up and down several times for a minute or so before he could speak again.
“I didn’t even see him.” Legend whispered. His voice sounded as if it had been shattered into several thousands of pieces. “I didn’t even see him die. The Witch told me it had been like going to sleep for him. It didn’t hurt for him. He didn’t suffer. He wasn’t even worried. Like going to sleep. I didn’t even see him.”
There was a long silence.
Like going to sleep seemed such a wonderful thing, many thought. So quiet and peaceful. Closing eyes and drifting into a soft edged dream, slowly waning and melting softly into a comfortable black. Like going to sleep.
“I don’t get why it hurts so much.”
After a few moments of quiet, a low sound arose: “The first time,” the old man murmured, with a voice heavy and soft, like a roll of a certain kind of foreign fabric, “It was under... Unusual circumstances. And by the end you found a way to bring him back. Maybe the second time you realized you just... Didn’t have that option. Maybe that’s why it hurts.”
Legend gave only a strained hum and a nod.
“I don’t want anybody to talk about this. Ever again.”
“We can do that,” Four replied very gently.
The veteran gave a stiff nod. The back of his hand went to wipe at his nose, and quiet fell once more.
Wind twisted a strand of hair between his iindex and thumb.
He gazed into the fire as if something were to emerge from it - as if the flames were intently looking back, curious, curling around themselves like tails around sitting cats.
“I think... I think the worst for me is right now.”
He kicked at the ground for a moment or two, twisting his lips and scrounching his brow in deep thought. He didn’t mean that this, currently - the adventure that had strung them all together all of a sudden - was the worst of the worst, but... He hummed to find the right words.
“Or right before now and I guess right after, too.” he explained.
His nails scratched at a crust. A red drop bubbled out; he wiped it away hurriedly, hating the childish nature of his action.
“I mean, the whole adventure - it was terrifying,” he admitted. “My sister was kidnapped and I was thrown in the middle of the ocean and my grandmother was about to die of heartbreak and I had to go into a volcano and the night seemed to never end and I needed to prove myself to -- I didn’t know what I was doing. I was scared and the only friend who was with me through it all was a boat that sounded like an old man.”
He imagined there would be a laugh at that point. At least one or two cackles.
There was a soft, amused huff, but nothing else.
The kid looked up: the others were listening. None of them was making comments. None of them was diminishing the fact that yes, that was a horrid situation to be in.
“But it was all still, you know... Within sailing distance.” Wind continued tentatively. The silence that followed briefly emboldened him, assured him he was heard: “If I got homesick I could go back to Outset Island or to any of the other islands I had on my map. And now... Now we’re just going forward and forward and forward and not looking back.”
His eyes fell back on his own fingers as the played with stray blades of grass.
“I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if we had... If we had a good map or something. Directions and all. But it feels like we’re just drifting further and further and I’ll just never see my grandma or my sister or anybody I ever knew ever again.”
Now he could feel it -- understanding. A sense of deep, pure understanding that closed in tight around his heart.
“I don’t even know if we’ll ever find somewhere.” he murmured.
#linked universe#tloz#the legend of zelda#twilight lu#legend lu#wind lu#death tw#random writing#heyyyyyyyyyyyy this is very unfinished but its been here for far too long and im tired of it + i forgot what i wanted to with it either way#but yea. the lads think abt not having had a good time
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“Yeah, I mean, all the characters strike me as being… They’re all sort of outcasts, you know? Very eccentric or… or… messed up. None of them are sort of… uh… really could be living anywhere else but in the middle of nowhere. They’re definite outcasts.” — Ravenous Composer Damon Albarn, about the Fort Spencer crew
vs.
“What's to be done with the unwanted ones? The men who do not fit, whom civilization must prune from the vine to protect its sense of itself. Every culture since earliest antiquity has survived this way, defining itself by the things it excludes. So long as there is progress, there will always be human debris in its wake, on the outside looking in. […] Here, they must cease to be... to be able to find peace.” — Black Sails, XXXVIII.
#I WILL SEE MYSELF OUT#i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m just HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#the amount of Black Sails quotes i want to apply to Ravenous is getting out of hand#but this particular comment from Damon Albarn had me shaking and crying#‘none of them really could be living anywhere but the middle of nowhere’ JUST KILL ME WHY DON’T YOU???????#what the FUCK????????????#welp. time to take another two pages of notes on this alone#i need a t-shirt that says ‘i rewatched the Ravenous commentary tracks and they made me Worse’#not that I’ve rewatched them in their entirety or anything… i’m not watching Ravenous three times today 😂😂#but just the seconds i rewatched were intensely damaging to my psyche and i WILL be suing them for my pain and suffering#i didn’t find what i was looking for which is annoying but Oh Well#i’ll go back in later once i’ve had something to eat#ravenous 1999#black sails#heyyyyyyyyyyyy black sails people pspspspspspspsps you wanna watch Ravenous you wanna watch Ravenous *SO* bad#and Ravenous people pspspspspspspspsps YOU WANNA WATCH BLACK SAILS#to my good friends and comrades who have already seen both - i salute you and i hope this post demolishes you emotionally (affectionate)
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jfc got some cheesy chips thinking they were british style and these bad boys were american style…:,, god fuck me
#these were. god. wild.#these chips looked like lasagna#pure cheese#anyways#heyyyyyyyyyyyy. hope folks are having a nice night#fish.txt
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❝ even on my birthday . . . he won't leave me the fuck alone. ❞
#🔥 - ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴢᴇ // (ic)#✏️ - ғɪsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ғᴀᴛᴇ // (T8 timeline)#// dj obnoxiously in the bg: heyyyyyyyyyyyy#// SDJFNDSFJNDSF JIN'S REACTION TO POTENTIAL LEAKS -#t8 spoilers#// SDJFNDJFGNDF JUST IN CASE-
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fellas...
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