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#I can’t say goodbye
chrissy-kaos · 4 months
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These thoughts burn a hole in my heart..
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thesituation · 4 days
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There are abuse allegations against Megan today 😫😭 *insert we were all rooting for you gif*
this is really upsetting if it’s true.. i won’t make any judgments until it’s all settled but this is kind of compelling as an accusation alone :(
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claypigeonpottery · 3 months
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Do you ever make a piece and become too attached to sell it? You're having so much fun with the new kiln god that I got curious.
I have, but it’s pretty unusual for me. I’ve gotten better at taking pictures of my work so that I can look back and I don’t need to keep the actual pieces.
I had considered keeping my new kiln god, he isssss a little bit personal to me, but I also love when my work speaks to other people— especially work this specific
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but I kept this kiln god. I was unexpectedly attached to her once she came out of the kiln. she sits on my pottery desk
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the-christinedaae · 1 year
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I don’t even know what to say other than my heart aches so deeply tonight. Thank you, Phantom. You’re loved by so many.
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spittyfishy · 5 months
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13: Kazuichi Soda
What no I didn’t almost forget to post today you did Kazuichi! He’s Trying His Best! And it’s not going well!
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milkstoner · 1 year
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the fact malleus and lilia weren’t even there to witness silver’s heroic moment at the fairy gala is actually sickening… what were they so busy doing that they wouldn’t even bother to see their adoptive human put on a show AND a pacifist speech (HE EVEN ALLUDED TO LILIA) that undoubtedly improved fae-human relations. they would be so proud…
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shallowseeker · 8 months
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Beach Boys
Dean hates that this beach is public.
There’s too many noisy folks, and now a roaming wad of douchey bros (you know the type) is courting Sam for beach volleyball.
Sam looks dumbfounded, like he hasn’t noticed how tall he is, and how that might make him first pick for the intramural beach-losers’ draft.
But Sam, being Sam, quirks an easy grin and says “sure.”
Ugh.
Jack throws puppy eyes, and Sam asks if he can play, too. The dude-bros shrug, friendly in that oily, college-keg-totin’ kinda way.
“I’ll play,” Mary says, jumping up and giving Jack a gentle nudge. “Show you the basics.”
Well, Dean doesn’t wanna play.
It’s been Hell getting his overlapping towels just right so none of the friggin’ hot sand grates against his skin.
The group of college bros move off to the net a little ways down from them and plops their enormous Arctic Cooler keg (surprise, surprise) off to the side.
Rowena pulls her sunglasses down, peeks appreciatively at the mass of tan, muscly bods, and makes to move her entire setup closer, umbrella and all.
“You comin?” she trills.
When Dean shakes his head, she pulls off her oversized hat and plops it on top of his head.
“Suit yourself.”
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Sam gets the hang of it pretty quickly, but then, he barely has to even jump to spike the ball.
Mary is good—quick on her feet and able to skitter through the thick, ankle-floppin’ sand like a human sand-crab.
Jack is—not good. He misses more than he passes, and his first serve doesn’t even go over the net. The college bros jeer, and Dean squeezes his empty beer can hard enough that it crunches.
He mentally names them: Smirky Opie for the tall redhead, Stifler for sunglasses guy, and A.C. Slater for the dark-haired one.
They’re all dicks.
Dean can tell.
“You can do it!” Mary keeps saying, and Sam just claps his hands like some kind of deranged rec-league coach.
When Jack digs his first spike, Dean whoops for joy. When Sam slams down a kill, Rowena whistles.
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“They seem to be enjoying themselves.”
Dean hadn’t heard Cas come up.
“Yeah,” he says absent-mindedly. “You got the better stuff?”
Dean peeks up, and Cas’s face is shadowed by the glare of the sun. But he’s got two drinks in hand, one deliciously chocolate and frothy-looking.
“Oooh, gimme.”
Cas dutifully hands over the creamy glass of Bushwacker. Then, Dean watches Cas watch him gulp it down. Finding it difficult to keep his gaze, Dean tracks his eyes back to the game, where Mary misses a block at the net.
“Hold this,” Cas says, and a shorter, orange-colored glass gets shoved into Dean’s free hand.
Dean takes a whiff. Rum?
“Whatcha get?”
Cas’s lips twitch, “Jungle bird.”
Dean fails to hold back a smile. “Nice.”
“Rum, pineapple juice, and Campari, though I can pick out many more molecules than that.”
Cas stoops to snag his own towel, discarded and messy on Dean’s right side, then snaps it mid-air, sending tiny granules spraying too near to Dean’s nest of towels.
“Hey.”
“Sorry.”
Cas re-spreads his towel and settles down, no more than a foot of space between them. Dean glances over, finds him lying flat with both eyes closed.
Cas’s hand shoots out expectantly, and with a fond snicker, Dean sets the Jungle Bird in his open palm.
When Cas takes a small swig, his mouth bumps up against the slice of lime hooked onto the glass rim. His unoccupied hand rests against his stomach, looking extra tan against his plain white tee.
Dean kind of wishes he’d move it, maybe drop it strategically into the space between them.
Dean blurts out, “You don’t wanna play?”
Cas squints one eye open. He looks curiously to the volleyball net.
“Not particularly.” Then, “Those males seem somewhat mean-spirited.”
One of the dudes gets hang-time and crams a spike so hard into Sam’s face that Sam barely gets his wrists up to shank it.
Yeah.
“You have more towels than when I left.”
Dean rolls his eyes. So what if he’d hogged the towels? So what if it made more laundry that they'll have to do tonight?
“Sand’s itchy as fuck, man. You see that beach house five doors down? S’got a hot tub built into their deck.”
Cas’s eyes close again, languid and as close to relaxed as Dean’s ever seen him.
“Hot tub. Wouldn’t you find that oppressively hot in summertime?”
“Not at night! That’s the real time to enjoy the beach anyway.”
Cas stares at him for a long time. Dean can’t parse it.
“Yes,” says Cas.
Dean clears his throat and glances back to the game just in time to see redheaded-douchewad-Smirky Opie spike the ball into Jack’s dopey, smiling face.
Blood sprays from Jack’s nose, and Smirky Opie grins wider.
Dean’s blood pressure goes through the roof.
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maxences-hat · 4 days
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Nagito’s birthday is coming up and all I got is this stupid ass comic about haha Junko parts
I also got a single other picture but he’ll have to wait for that. Cause Nagito looks at my drawings we’re actually very close friends trust me
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hawkeyeslaughter · 8 days
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white knuckling the bathroom sink and summoning whatever strength i need to get through the late captain pierce
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brisiniarel · 1 month
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if i think too long about eragon and roran i will start ugly crying i can’t do this today
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ratherhavehopewithyou · 9 months
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Guys what if… *throws up* what if we are paralleling the very first journey to find the dragons right now but instead we are going to lose them one by one?
I wholeheartedly cannot believe that kusa would do that to us… but I am still terrified of the possibility
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here-comes-the-moose · 10 months
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Crowley would absolutely be the partner who gets really over-dramatic when their stomach hurts.
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deus-ex-mona · 27 days
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anyways, in honour of 1 year of honeypre (rip) eos, what were your top stats like at the end of the game? i’ll go first~~~
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titanebaby · 4 months
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i agree w things being said on both sides abt the ghosts finale… unfortunately still choosing to dismiss the ep as a whole tho. i can’t quite put my thoughts into coherent enough sentences so i won’t go into specifics, simply cuz i can’t find the words for all of it.
it had some wonderful moments but overall……. like i’m not disappointed but i’m still upset yk? and i don’t think it’s just the writing either, it’s the fuckass bbc & the fact that it was 30 minutes long like girl the pacing . i think if it was longer or if things were rearranged, they could’ve maybe pulled it off. the actual text/execution of the episode disregarded (which i hated) and paralleled (which i loved) a lot of things simultaneously so i really can’t make up my mind. in short, it’s not as if the ghosts can’t live or haven’t lived without alison, but i don’t believe that any of them would be that quick to let them go. i just think 506 was a better ending i’m sawrrryyyy anyway i did cry 👍 and all of their tweets (ben's especially) made me cry some more 👍 and they’re still my silly best friends forever. and they’re not permanently separated! they’re still a family, no matter what. thank christ nobody died or got sucked off peace and love and light but also let me in the writers’ room
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olgunny · 1 month
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BUH
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fowlaroundtown · 2 years
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He went out with a bang.
More detailed headcannons under the cut because I know this is confusing for literally everybody but me.
Sometime, late into the apocalypse, the base the resistance had been using gets completely over-run.
I’m talking half the Krang army over-run.
Retreat is called, and everybody’s evacuating and they really aren’t going to make it very long.
Even the people getting out are going to be run down and slaughtered if something doesn’t change quickly.
That’s when the great granddaddy of all ‘just in case’ scenarios comes in.
Through a series of slight overthinking spirals, Donnie has a plan for this and it’s about to be everybody else’s problem.
The entire base is rigged with explosives. The kill switch is in his lab.
Everybody’s evacuating. By the time he gets there, everybody (alive) on their side should be out, while a large portion of Krang monsters will still be inside.
He meets Casey Sr. halfway there (the only reason she’s evacuating is because she has Casey Jr. with her and she just can’t make herself put him at risk like that) and foots off some important items to her (mask, a few pieces of technology, etc.)
And then he tells her get the survivors together, and get them as far away as possible.
She really doesn’t want to listen to him (she knows what a goodbye looks like) but again. Casey Jr. And everybody’s going to die if she doesn’t get moving, so she does in the end.
Anyway that’s where the comic above starts.
Kill switch is activated, entire base blows up.
Donnie doesn’t make it out.
During ALL of this, Leo, Mikey, and April are on a scouting mission.
Everybody in the resistance has their own little distress signals, and all of them are flaring so these guys just KNOW something went really wrong.
They’re packing up to go home when… yeah.
With the central hub of all their devices being destroyed, all at once, every single distress call goes silent. Nobody can communicate either. It’s just radio silence.
As soon as the Tech Bō lands, Leo starts running.
The trip out took 3 days. They make it home in a day and a half.
They come back to a crater.
Luckily, about half of the resistance is still alive. And half of the Krang army is not.
So it’s technically a victory.
(Nobody feels like it’s a victory)
Anyway. After that, they never really have a full base again. It’s more of nomadic situation- they live where they can, when they can, and never for too long.
There’s some other stuff but this is getting long and I might make some more doodles.
But yeah those are my Donnie death headcannons
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