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THIS IS WHAT WAS GOING ON IN HIS HEAD DURING THIS SCENE:
#bridgerton#bridgerton netflix#polin#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton#Colin is in love with her#he is down so bad#nick miller#stop being so mean to me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you#you knock some sense into him#nicola coughlan#luke newton#romancing mister bridgerton#bridgerton s3#pen and col#bridgerton season 3
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₊˚⊹｡ do you believe in love? | gojo satoru
wc: 808
summary: you’re both 23 when you first ask gojo about love.
contains: written with f!reader in mind but no pronouns are mentioned, a bit of sad, there is a swear, kind of a will-they-won’t-they, alludes to some of gojo’s possible internal struggles, might feel a bit ooc? but i like to think gojo does have serious conversations once in a while
a/n: the kind of gojo i envision in this is inspired by all the teen dad/dad gojo fics that i’ve ever read, most notably 'teen dad gojo' by @seravphs and 'keeping up with the fushiguros' by @/augustinewrites. this isn’t an addition to any of their works, but the way they write and characterise gojo has shaped the way i understand him (and ultimately how i write him) in these little blurbs of mine :’) please do check their works out if you have the time, it’s some of my favourites!! :’)
collection masterlist: conversations on love
you are here -> 02. tell me about love (show me how)
“Do you believe in love?”
You don’t think he hears you at first, but that’s impossible; the night is quiet, with only you and Gojo sitting by the steps of the dormitory entrance. His dangly long legs brush against yours, lingering barely.
Since Suguru’s defection, Gojo’s gotten a lot more contemplative. He hides it a lot, especially with Megumi and Tsumiki around, but there are times that you catch him spacing out. There’s a far away look on his face and his demeanor completely shifts, rambunctiousness fading into something more restrained, if only in that moment.
Other times, you’re let into that space with him, like now.
“I do.” he replies, uncharacteristically succinct. He doesn’t even look at you when he says it.
You weren’t expecting it, to be honest. With everything that’s happened to him so far, you were ready for a flat out cynical ‘no’. But—
“But,” he continues, “not for me.”
There’s the ‘but’.
He turns to look at you, eyes covered by the bandages he’s been opting for more recently. You’ve known Gojo since you were both 15, and somehow, you’ve gotten good at guessing what he’s always hiding.
“You wanna tell me why?” you nudge. You figure this is good for him—or at least you hope it is.
Getting Gojo to actually sit and have a real conversation with you has been increasingly difficult since Suguru disappeared. Taking in the Fushiguros, then the higher ups assigning him missions back-to-back-to-back—it’s been a lot. And you worry about him, if he’s even been able to sit down and process everything, if he’s even given himself the chance to feel for once.
“Not really,” he shrugs, turning back to the garden in front of you. There isn’t much to discuss, it either fits in his life or doesn’t. When he’s meant for a purpose much larger than himself, small wants remain at just that: small, negligible.
You huff, unable to hide your disappointment, “Okay.”
But, you respect him and what he wants (or does not want) to say.
As you stare out with him, Gojo eyes you from the side, the pout on your lips a teenage souvenir you still carry now at 23. He breaks into a small smile, the corners of his lips curving up slightly, fondly.
“It’s just not meant for me, that’s all.”
He doesn’t look at you when he says that, too.
You slowly avert your gaze from the grass in front of you, focusing on him instead. His smile is still there, although it feels resigned, like he’s accepted this long ago.
Gojo has never been meant to handle something so delicate and fragile—his divinity keeps him untouchable from such pure things.
Still, you want to tell him that that’s not true. That you think love is meant for everyone, even in this fucked up, cursed world—especially in this fucked up, cursed world.
You want to tell him that love is meant for him too.
“Do you wish it were?”
He hums, arms stretching back as he leans on his wrists. His head dips back, looking at the sky. There’s a pause, then an exhale before he continues, “There’s no point thinking about it, I guess.”
A non-answer. You take what you can get; it’s hard enough getting Gojo to be honest with you, much less talk about things like this. The night continues this way: you exchange anecdotes about your latest missions, then talk about Megumi’s most recent involvement in a school incident. Serious questions pop up here and there but you don’t push, and Gojo is willing to share what he can.
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You are 23 when you first ask Gojo if he believes in love, and he does, but what he doesn’t tell you is this: that he only believes it because he sees it in you—through the things you do, for Megumi and Tsumiki. For him too.
There’s always been this unspoken thing between the two of you. He doesn’t know what to call it—never has, but it’s comfortable and safe, so he tries to keep it that way.
Suguru has left an unpatchable hole inside of him that only you can seem to touch, softening the jaggedy edges so it doesn’t cut as deep. When he first showed up with Megumi and Tsumiki that one Friday night, you had all the questions in the world; he could see it, feel it in the furrow of your brows and the tapping of your foot. But instead, you asked this: “Have you guys eaten dinner yet?”
Gojo cannot afford love, not yet. Not when there’s still so much at risk, still so much to do. The cons significantly outweigh the pros on both ends, so this will have to do for now—this unspoken thing, that he hopes one day, he can finally call for what it really is.
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo#satoru#shotorus.writes#help my fingers just started typing and they wouldn't stop ahahahahah#me: writing gojo is so intimidating he's so complex#also me: what are gojo's thoughts on love maybe i should write about it and try to unpack why he feels that way about it#col
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No computer only sketchbook
#wilimia art#lu dnd au#doodle#i saw someone say that prismacolor is discontinuing the col erase pencils???#please tell me its a lie#i love me my colored pencils#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu wind#lu twilight#lu wild
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by banks
#davekat#dave strider#karkat vantas#homestuck#banksattack#i rlly love this one#banks is so good at cols
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So @sayuri-of-the-valley and I were talking about the music in Good Omens 2 and particularly the similarities and differences in the music that happens 'Before the Beginning' (that's the song title) and at The Kiss (that's not the song title) and I have accidentally developed Theories and had Thoughts, so I’m gonna share them in case anyone else wants to weigh in.
First of all, the general musical structure is similar. They are both dramatic moments that start quietly, grow to a powerful crescendo at the Big Moment, and then resolve more quietly again, but with subtle changes that make them feel very different. Without actually going through and checking it, they sound to be at roughly the same tempo (around 140 BPM) and comparable time signatures.
Now, I'm treating these two dramatic moments and the surrounding music as two songs, although in the soundtrack the music surrounding The Kiss is actually divided into two songs itself: I Forgive You and Don't Bother, so that's. Fine. I'm normal about that. I'm sure dividing that in half doesn't Mean Anything at all. I'm NORMAL about it!!! Ah... anyways.
The instrumentation for both Before the Beginning and The Kiss is also very similar. Both songs start with orchestral winds and strings and add a powerful choral part (on the same pure round vowel sound, no less!) on the big crescendo. Both add orchestral chimes (bells) for that epic religious feel. Both the nebula creation and the kiss were a revelation. Something like a religious experience.
And then both songs resolve featuring wind and strings again, among other instruments. The "after" part of both songs also features more pitched percussion (harp, maybe a celesta, glockenspiel, possibly a dulcimer or some other fun, ethereal pitched percussion in Before the Beginning, but interestingly a piano in Don't Bother). Ouch. That hurts.
Now, to me: the piano is possibly representing the nightingale, Crowley and Aziraphale's love of Earth and humanity, whereas the glockenspiel and etc. may be more representative of heaven. Just a guess. I would have to do more careful listening for a more solid theory.
I don’t have perfect pitch so it’s hard to tell without getting out my instruments or transcribing the piece, but I’m willing to bet ‘I Forgive You’ is in the relative minor key to Before the Beginning’s mostly major key (I *think* ‘Before the Beginning’ might be mostly in the key of C major and ‘I Forgive You’ in A minor, but I could be wrong). Regardless, the former is major and the latter is more minor, but otherwise a lot of the chord structures, especially at the big moment, sound very similar.
More on instrumentation: ‘Before the Beginning’ uses more (ethereal?) flutes in the wind sections and The Kiss uses more reed-based, (earthy?) winds like clarinet, bassoon, oboe, etc. Different feel, but the same kind of structure. Both moments heavily feature a big string section for the nice full orchestral sound.
Before the Beginning has a lot going on musically before the crescendo and it intentionally feels kind of chaotic and unformed bc each instrument family is doing something a little different, building anticipation, etc. and then at the big crescendo, they all come together. Very powerful. Then after the crescendo, we get a subtle, playful reprise/variation of the Good Omens Main Theme. The strings and the winds are no longer entirely together at this point. They’re sort of playing off one another, leaving space. Having a conversation.
By comparison, in ‘I Forgive You’ the wind/strings start off playing together, in a sad version of unison before the crescendo (they both knew the conversation they were having wasn’t going to end well but they fundamentally *understand* one another now; they’ve been talking for millions of years). And AFTER the crescendo of The Kiss, the song ‘Don’t Bother’ DROPS the majority of the string section and gives the melody to a solo violin (alone!!!!). Even worse (better) the strings and the woodwinds and pitched percussion are no longer playing together. This time, they aren’t even having a conversation. They’re musically doing a separate lines. It feels extremely lonely (because it is). The violin is very exposed. The piano is very exposed. Even the chorus sounds exposed (smaller group of singers?). This ALSO includes a reprise/variation on the main GO theme, but instead of being playful it’s extremely sad (as though you didn't notice). The rest of the orchestra is still there, providing background, but it's not the same.
The Biggest Decision (the song after Don't Bother) has a lot more of those ethereally coded instruments again. Harp, pitched percussion. Full string section. Angelic chorus. Aziraphale is making the hardest/worst decision to return to heaven.
And to round it out, once we get to "The End?" we are back to piano. Our duo is separated. Now in place of the solo violin we have solo cello and piano. Gutting. We get notes of the ethereal celesta (I think). The piano keeps us grounded, but cello is a big focus. We also get more of that haunting chorus and violin runs. And then we end with solo piano playing the same 5-note run three times. Alone. After every other instrument has dropped out. Very lonely.
Just for fun, (and to end on a slightly more positive note), I went back and listened to the ox rib music as well, which was surprisingly consistent with some of my theories from up above and also not on the soundtrack so although I'm sure it has a name, I certainly don't know it.
In the ox rib section, there are more instruments before the first big moment (when Aziraphale tries the food) that are going back and forth. Again it sounds to me like they’re having a conversation… tempting and being tempted. Winds and strings (strings are tremoloing like at the kiss for that sweet, sweet tension), but also brass instruments. We have some more ethereal sounding pitched percussion, especially *before* he tries the food but afterwards it... switches to piano! Like I said: Earth!!!
The choir is on a different vowel altogether for this part (more aggressive and ominous, a taller Ah instead of a round Oh/Aw like the first two musical moments). The choir is also much more rhythmic. Again, increasing tension. And, of course, after he tries the food the music supports the tension of the scene by gradually building, getting louder and bigger after the key moment has already passed. It's super interesting that Aziraphale trying the food is actually quite quiet, but the music grows quickly afterwards. Sort of the inverse of how the other two scenes play out musically! Fascinating!!
Anyways, let me know what you think I got wrong and what I missed and if I thought something was a celesta when it was actually a glockenspiel or something. I am thrilled and devastated by this incredible music.
#Good Omens#Good Omens 2#Good Omens Soundtrack#Good Omens music#David Arnold#Neil Gaiman#Good Omens meta#I have so much more I could say#but believe it or not this was the condensed version#also the strings used two types of tremolo which is neat#did I detect some col legno in there as well?#god I love orchestral music#Also I think there was mandolin or some other kind of picked tremolo in Before the Beginning#I love to see it... or hear it I guess
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Linden & Colton - 29
(masterlist)
CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, vague allusions to past noncon, self hatred
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Colton woke. His palm was sweaty and hot. A headache was slowly draining from his skull. There was no morning light, and no… bedroom. Instead, there was the dark living room. He felt as if he had slept for years.
Shifting slightly, he realised two things: he was sweaty all over, his palm particularly so because his Master was holding it loosely.
Col’s eyes followed Master’s arm up from his hand, and he saw that he was unmoving, breathing evenly with his eyes closed.
Safe for now, he lay back down. He was absolutely exhausted, although he had no right to be. All he’d done was cry and slept- slept- on the furniture.
He gasped, then pressed the knuckles of his free hand to his mouth to shut himself up. He felt so dizzy and disoriented. What time was it? Why was it dark? What on earth had he been thinking, getting up on Master’s sofa like some stray?
He suddenly realised he was squeezing Master’s hand, and Master, in his dream-state, was squeezing back. It shouldn’t have, but it made Col calm down.
He had made an absolute spectacle of himself. Crying, howling, begging Master not to leave him.
And Master had kept his promise. He was still here. Col felt a surge of gratitude, different to how it usually felt. The familiar gratitude that ran through him when he was allowed food, or sleep, was utterly eclipsed by this. Master had no need to stay. Col knew that his old Master would have kicked him in the stomach until he shut up, or just gagged him and locked the basement door.
Here, Col had been held, comforted, and now Master was still with him, like he was protecting him from something.
His old Master’s friends. He winced as he remembered exactly what had set him off in the first place. No, no. I don’t want to remember.
It was just what bad dogs got, but Master had seemed so genuinely disgusted- with Col? Disgusted that his pet was even more used up than he’d thought?
His mind whirred until he felt his brain would overheat. Master was horrified about what happened, part of him said, the part that was softer and further away, that was so naive it made Col cringe. He pictured himself - his most pure, real self, his sanity - curled up in his mind, shielding his face with his arms, his legs pulled up to protect his stomach. Things didn’t hurt as badly as they could when he was like that. If he started to believe all of the kind words that Master said, and the thoughts he sometimes had in his weaker moments, it would be like letting his inner self relax, just a bit. Taking away some of the tension in his legs, maybe even lowering his arms to look out at the world. Once he did that, it would hurt so much more the next time. Col wouldn’t let that happen.
He frowned deeply and tried to regain some composure. Master had fallen asleep out of tiredness, not because he had granted Col’s plea to not be left. It was Col who had engineered this, who’d taken advantage of his Master’s kindness and spent the entire night curled up beside him, holding his hand like a loved one when he was, in fact, nothing. Master would wake and be so sickened that he would finally kick Col out.
And Col was weak. He was cowardly and scared. He just couldn’t handle it, not yet. Not yet, he repeated. Soon he’d come up with a plan. He’d figure out what his next steps would be once Master made him leave.
He once again became aware of the feeling of his hand in his owner’s. Master’s grip was light with sleep, purposeful enough to be holding him, but not pressing into his injuries or pulling or hurting. That could, would, change when Master woke up. How could he ever think he was safe? How deluded and complacent had he become?
You’re not a lap dog, he reminded himself, although it was his old owner’s voice he heard. You’ll never be one. You’ll never be loved, or treasured. Do you understand that, Pet?
Yes, Master, Col had replied when he was first told this. The words hadn’t stung. It was important that he knew.
Good boy. You know your place.
His training was starting to stumble, now that he was in Master’s house. He so wanted to believe all of Master’s kind words, to slip into them like a quilt and bury himself in their warm folds, sinking deeper, deeper, believing that he hadn’t deserved what happened at those parties.
You hadn’t, the other voice said again, and Col screwed his eyes up, because it hurt to have to fight it off. But what choice did he have?
Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, Col slid his hand free of his Master’s. The only sound was his own heart, pounding at the sudden tension. How could he have woken up and ever felt calm about this? Why had he lay there, thinking, deciding what to do next as if he ever had a choice? His own hatred for himself was growing in density. He hated the darkness, and the silence. He had endured enough of both to last him forever. Things were so much more simple when it was daytime, when the sunlight spread over the house like a balm, and his Master was happy and calm and talking to him.
God, but it was night and he was alone in the truest sense of the word, and he just couldn’t stop fucking thinking.
He unfolded his stiff legs (they used to always be stiff, from kneeling or being bound for hours on end, but now Master let him walk and stretch them, and he was taking that for granted too) and carefully lowered his hands and knees to the floor, praying that nothing would creak. Nothing did. He tried to breathe at a normal pace again.
His eyes had adjusted to the pitch blackness by now. There was a dip in the sofa where Col had been lying, but there was nothing he could do about that. Besides, he wasn’t trying to conceal what he’d done. He was just trying to mitigate it, because he was a good boy.
A dog, he corrected himself. A slave. God, why did you do that? You know how ugly you are when you cry. You’ve seen yourself in the mirror, it’s horrifying, it’s like a monster. You looked like that for a good half an hour last night, and Master saw, he saw everything and he’ll never forget.
And your body looks so bad. He’ll have looked away from your face and seen your body instead. Oh my god, why would you put him through that?
You swore you’d keep it together in this new house, you’d be good and make it work, but you fuck everything up. Everything you touch gets ruined sooner or later. How can you even go upstairs to the room he lets you stay in?
Col stared at the floor. If Master had a basement, he’d go there. But then again, if Master had a basement he would never have needed to give up his spare room. Col could prove that he shouldn’t have gone to the trouble.
There was a neat little space in the corner of the living room, between the wooden TV stand and the wall, where Col would fit nicely. He crawled over and nudged himself into place. There he knelt, watching as Master slept. He would probably be angry that he’d spent all night on the sofa, but Col didn’t dare wake him up.
He hoped he looked like a good slave, on his knees and ready to serve. It must have been the dead of night, because he didn’t make it to morning. He fell into sleep with his head resting against the wall, and although kneeling was second nature, it wasn’t the position he would have chosen if he had let himself have that freedom. He would have chosen to curl up on the floor, with his legs to his chest, and his arms around his face.
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#linden and colton#pet whump#sad.......#of all chapters to use col as my own little projection punching bag why's it the one with no comfort#also i finished a little life weeks ago and im still devastated over it. almost crying at random moments devastated#will i never know peace...#um. ANYWAY!!!#enjoy some new main story my lovely readers
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separate yourselves for two seconds challenge
bonus:
i will find u in every universe, even in cartoon form. or whatever.
#hanny pls ur man isn't going anywhere#sorry u have to squint for that last one. guy who hugs 9 at the end is hanny#my cable thing finally got reconnected to espn dot com we are back in business#ok bye#i love making something for my beloved hockeyblr moots posting it and then going to bed#jack eichel#noah hanifin#vgk#jackhanny#jack/hanny#col @ vgk 14 mar 24 for reference
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Oh do not seek to know what lies
Behind these mild and patient eyes
For I have seen the demons power
And even let the monster run
In certain unforgotten hours
The fire that sleeps within the blood
Can waken to a burning flood
That sweeps away whatever moves
Before the wordless killers eyes
Shiro's time as Champion lives rent free in my head but the show said you get crumbs and nothing more
#shiro#takashi shirogane#voltron#vld#shiro voltron#my art#artists on tumblr#THis is like LATE in his career as Champion like after he gets the arm and face scar and white streak#i have so many questions about his time as a gladiator and they NEVER gave us answers#I will spare you my paragraphs here bc Ive made the same posts so many times but#anyways the inspiration for this was a screenshot from collection and extraction and me thinking i want to do smth with this orange-red col#shamelessly plugging a link to my shiro playlist#i love him so much and yet I keep drawing him in anguish
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she gave me a million ways to call her back and i gave her a million reasons to forget me
#warrior cats#waca#cinderheart#hollyleaf#cinderholly#deer scribbles#cinderholly map to hollie col's she knows please#<- because yoU DONT KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO FIND YOUR LOVE AND LOSE HER TWICE#i hate doing detailed bgs thank goodness i love messy shit lol
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drops this karlach warmup into the tags and disappears to go draw her making out with my tav
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 karlach#karlach#col art#i love this woman and i think Tav would 100% get her that shirt
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I'm so normal about this puppet man....
#helloooooooo welcome home fandom~💖#WALLY DARLING BABY BOY#'im not 5 i dont like those bright kid col- SHAPES AND COLOURS!!!' 🥺💕💕💕💕😖#welcome home#wally darling#welcome home wally#so meny thoughts about this puppet#this man...this puppet...this thing im soooooo normal about#love how his name is wally darling i love so much about him#and the others#but wally darling hmmmmmmmmmmmmm💕💕💕💕💕💕💕#it itches my brain and gives me seritionan and go brrrrrrrrrrr#loseing my mind over him LOSEING MY MIND I SAY!!!!!
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me @ everything magnus says: 🤭
#rereading cols is so fun#its just so fun reading magnus moments#i love him so freaking much#magnus bane#clary fairchild#alec lightwood#sebastian morgenstern#city of lost souls#the mortal instruments#cols#tmi#tsc
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What was y’all’s favourite book in TMI? My favourite, personally, was City of Lost Souls. I couldn’t tell you why, but it’s just been my favourite for as long as I remember. The travel, the tension, the sudden shift in pace and atmosphere, it just altered my younger self’s brain chemistry the first time I read it.
#of course there were parts of CoLS that I DIDN’T quite enjoy#*cough cough*#but in general I loved the shift in energy and the sudden pick up in pace#the team good/team evil thing was so fun to me#I think it was because (and this still applies) CoFA did not grab me like it probably should have#I ENJOYED IT ofc (there’s no TSC book I haven’t enjoyed)#but it felt like a bridge more than it felt like a book on its own accord#that’s just my opinion — like I said I don’t dislike CoFA#I just found CoLS more engaging#is that an unpopular opinion??#the shadowhunter chronicles#the mortal instruments#the dark artifices#jace herondale#clary fairchild#city of lost souls#tmi gang
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I was flipping through city of lost souls the other day & came across this quote. and now it lives rent free in my head like?? hello??
#I love helen so much. if she has no fans I'm dead etc etc#modern day tsc blondes are a different breed truly#pls pls pls give me content Cassandra 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'll take anything#give helen (and aline) a little cameo in jemma's or kierarktina's better in black stories pls#I'll never shut up about it I promise#helen blackthorn#tsc#the shadowhunter chronicles#city of lost souls#cols#tmi#the mortal instruments
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Basically I showed some Outlas characters to a friend of mine (who hasn't played the game) and asked him to tell me why he thinks they don't get bitches. Below are the answers
(Please don't take this too seriously)
Miles Upshur: He looks like a texan, what woman would ever want to be with a person with all those weapons?!
(I apologize to all texans)
Waylon Park: He looks old, and homeless and dirty. Its a clear pass (😭)
Blake Langermann: He looks like a marine, and a killer of the woods
Richard trager: Surgery went bad for him. But he's broke af. So no surgery to be a himbo. So no bitches
Chris Walker: He is a butcher and therefore an average Italian. Automatically disgusting except for a minority of women that unfortunately our company does not represent
Eddie Gluskin: He's a maranza*. No woman would have a maranza
*"maranza" is an italian term to describe classic street kids who go around in large groups, come from the city outskirts and pose as bullies. Their vandalistic actions are intended to create confusion in a chaotic and vulgar way. They look like this:
Father Martin: Cleary a drug dealer, as well as RE4 meme merchant
Jeremy Blaire: Obvious CEO of a multinational company that openly exploits poor children in fourth world countries. People like that are not happy so no bitches
Sullivan Knoth: Italian restaurateur who emigrated to Jamaica to escape finance. He runs a nightclub and exploits adult men in 20-hour shifts with unpaid overtime
Marta: Mommy. But. Yandere. And real Alphas don't like possessive women
Val: They are very sexy but they are also very machaty and people make fun of them because their faces are too lean
#I love how he spot on Jeremy#also bro where did you see weapons on Miles?#outlast#outlast game#outlast whistleblower#waylon park#miles upshur#outlast meme#red barrels#eddie gluskin#outlast 2#blake langermann#father martin#chris walker#richard trager#jeremy blaire#outlast marta#outlast val#Eddie prossimamente a Riccione col borsello finto di Louis Vuitton
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I was putting my pin curls in while Nugget was out last night and she kept jumping on my hand to try and steal my bobby pins. And then she proceeded to try and bathe in the back of my wet hair. As annoying as it was, it made me happy, so I doodled it.
#i love her so much#also finally got around to trying the col-erase pencils I bought a few weeks ago#i was not disappointed#nugget#Nugget art#Wrenfield#starling#european starling#starling art#bird art#me#Ava art#doodle#chibi style#small artist#artists on tumblr#young artist#traditional art#col-erase#the mirrors
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