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zisgarbage · 2 years
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Isaka BIMB ♡ edit ^^ I wanted to make this all day ^^ glitter and cute shit this song is for him I love him and I hate him and I love him
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starwarjotta · 7 months
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Day 5 - caf since my scribbles can be totally illegible, here’s a transcript Obi-Wan: Here you go, Cody Cody: Oh, thanks, sir Cody: this... it’s caf? Obi-Wan: Ah, yes! I’ve noticed my teas are not really to your tastes, so I stocked up some caf for you instead! I hope it’s okay Cody: ... oh Cody: ...thank you.
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linlemonade · 2 years
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I blacked out for an hour and this is the result
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kitamars · 8 months
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listen. hijikata has TWO HANDS
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diseaseriddencube · 3 months
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normal people: alastor is aggressive with lucifer because he's actually under the control of lilith and needs to keep him away/help charlie or sth
me: alastor is aggressive with lucifer because he saw someone with two ounces more power than him, someone who could help charlie more than he has and show him up as worthless, and he Is Not Having Any Of That anyways do you wanna hear my npd headcanons and why he is actually me and
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vhanitas-monstr · 6 months
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my son, the fool
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dontsnortpixiestix · 2 months
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Agghh I finally finished it! Reference sheet for one of my MST3K AU Crows. This is one where everybody is back on earth loving their best life in a little rural town. I’ll post more bout it eventually.
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nikkisticki · 4 months
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I keep an eye on Conservatives online, and let me tell you they are in three states:
1) Actually I think I'd quite like a dictatorship, then the persecution would be against those dirty [insert boogeyman]!
2) How could they take Trump off the Ballot for COMMITING AN INSURRECTION, he had to do that cause the vote was rigged!
3) Hey why is everyone so willing to destroy democracy for the sake of owning people?
I'll tell you right now 1 and 2 are a solid 90% of their comments and 3 is thinking about changing their mind to avoid being on the list.
Vote for Biden, you fucking morons!
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fizzy-dizz · 3 months
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Lumiere's Sick Day: Pages 5-6 Prev | Next
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prapais · 1 year
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LOVE IN THE AIR ⋮ SPECIAL EPISODE. how can i make up with you if you won’t let me do anything?
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maegalkarven · 5 months
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Again back with the point what Gortash enforces his narrative while Ketheric and Orin are the captives of it.
It think it can be easily melted down to if they're satisfied, deep down, with how things are going for them (aside from the Dead Three plan falling. Imagine what it's not falling apart)
I don't think Orin actively thinks of her feelings and her intentions; she is in the never-ending chase for Father's love while knowing down well how much his disapproval and punishment hurts. And she is locked into that position without any way out, doesn't even consider a way out because it's all she has ever known and all she knows there to be and matter. But it's not happy or satisfying existence, Bhaal has no worshippers, only victims.
Ketheric got what he so desperately craved: Isobel is back.
And it's almost as if nothing else matters now. He is a lost man, someone who was good and kind and righteous once, and some part of him remembers this man, remembers the man his wife fell in love with, and hates who he has become. He would do anything Myrkul told him to for Isobel, because Myrkul brought Isobel back. But is he happy? Is he satisfied? Absolutely not. He is Tired. He is the man just waiting to die.
Gortash loves his evil plans and his machinations and he loves his genius and his Steel Watch and all the manipulations he pulls of. It makes him feel clever, better than everyone else, it makes him feel in control of everything, like he truly solved life and everyone else is just clueless a clueless senseless mass of bystanders.
He likes innovation and technology, power and control; and he likes combining these things together.
The only part what's missing is an equal to bask in his glory. The perfect equal candidate was Durge, but Durge is gone (if not played as origin), but some wandering adventurer who managed to defeat Ketheric will suffice, they show promise.
He isn't remorseful, isn't trapped, everything is going according to plan (imagine what it does and the Elder Brain doesn't beat him up to it). He doesn't even feel fear. (I believe he was controlled by that feeling for the majority of his young life, absolutely hated it and got himself a cloth of authority to Cancel This Damn Emotion Forever)
He might be lonely, deep down, he is clearly resentful towards Raphael, the warlock who bought him, and his parents, and everyone who has ever wronged him. But he'll get to them, or already got to them. He loves exactly three things: himself, his inventions and his empire.
Someone by his side is a nice bonus, but it's not the requirement.
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purrfectlycontent · 2 days
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off the record
a little ivantill actors au drabble :)
“Well, that was painful to watch.”
Ivan ignored the voice, his gaze fixed on the back of Till’s head. His hair was plastered down to his neck, still sopping wet.
It was distracting, really. They should dry it before he got a cold.
…Maybe he should offer his blanket as thanks? Surely it wouldn’t be too weird. Right?
A scoff sounded from the spot next to him. “That poor sunbae has no idea what he got himself into.”
“Shouldn’t you be prepping for the next scene?” He finally tore his eyes away to glare at Luka.
“Unlike someone, I prepare before coming on set.” He looked as annoyingly perfect as ever. Hair and makeup probably got to him during one of their many… attempts.
Ivan felt his cheeks flush as he recalled how soft Till’s lips were. The slightly bitter taste of coffee that distracted him during every take lingered in his mouth. The coldness of the fake rain chased away by the heat between their bodies.
A sigh pulled him out of his thoughts. “Here, give this to him. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” Luka pressed something into his hand and walked away without a backward glance.
Not one for missed opportunities, Ivan set out to find his costar.
“Sunbae!”
Hearing a familiar voice, Till stopped in his tracks. His face was a mix of apprehension and fatigue. “Yeah? What’s up?”
“Um…! I just wanted to thank you for your advice. It was really helpful.” Ivan tried to give him a smile that almost immediately turned into a wince. “I also wanted to apologize. I’m still learning, so I’m grateful to have a sunbae like you.”
“Like I said, it’s no problem. We’ve all gotta start somewhere, right?”
The tired smile Till gave him felt like being shocked by a taser. There was a small bruise on his lower lip, a mark left by Ivan’s snaggletooth.
He redirected his eyes.
“A-anyway! Please have this.”
“…Lip balm?”
“For the um, wound.” He willed the heat in his face to retreat, only being partially successful.
“Oh.” Till touched his lips absentmindedly. “I didn’t know it left a mark.”
“And take this as well!”
Ivan shoved the pink and purple polka-dotted fabric into his costar’s hands.
“Huh? Isn’t this yours?”
“Please take it and rest well! I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold because of me!”
“…Pfft.”
He startled at the small puff of laughter that made its way out of Till’s mouth.
“Thanks. I’ll give it back next time.”
That…
“Great job.”
Ivan gripped his shirt.
His heart totally skipped a beat, didn’t it?
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fuckedupsociety155 · 1 year
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For all that Pedro Pascal plays the 'reluctant father figure to a special child' in both tlou and the mandalorian, you gotta appreciate the dichotomy between the roles.
Like, on the one hand, you have Joel Miller, traumatized, tough guy that has and will continue to commit atrocities to keep safe those he loves. And on the other you have socially awkward, extremely likable, space himbo that despite being extremely competent in fights will absolutely walk into a body of water of unknown depth with a heavy af beskar armor and no jetpack, and sink rigth to the bottom.
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willowser · 9 months
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"oh! hey, c'mere, i gotta show you something funny!"
whatever nonsense satoru had been planning on spouting is tucked away the instant he sees your coy little grin, and one of his own grows on his face, made brighter and wider by the ease of your invitation.
yes, he's just spent the last seven minutes in your doorway, silent and scheming, thinking on what to say to attract your attention — but it doesn't matter if that's now been disrupted, because he'd take your attention any way it can be served, cold or hot. it's warm today; that much he can tell by the way you beam at him, as he comes to stand beside you.
you dig through the top drawer of your desk for a minute or two, and satoru is bubbling with things to say, now, about the little mess you keep there, but he gets distracted by the hurried, chalky handprints staining the material covering your ass. the sight makes him grin so hard that his cheeks swell, nudging his blindfold up the littlest bit; satoru finds it invigorating, this innate ability you have to fluster him. the heat in his face is surely visible, even to someone like you.
"aha!" you dance back and forth on your feet for a second, stopping only when he starts to join you, excited, and then you hold up two dangly, jingling little things right in front of his face. "a student's sister is selling these for school, and they made me think of you! so i bought us some to match!"
keychains, he realizes, suddenly sober. cute and colorful miniature ice bars.
"adorable, huh?" you pull them back to assess in your palm, touching gently at the plastic as if they were real, as if they could melt in the warmth of your hand. "which one do you want? the watermelon is the cutest, so i was gonna give you that one."
everything satoru had thought to say dissolves, leaks between his fingers, sugary and sweet. he's left with nothing, cold, then, smile frozen, as you fiddle with something so meaningless—
you look up, waiting for his response, and he watches you clock the change in his demeanor, instantly; you can't see cursed energy, but you can see — something, within him. always have been able to, though he's yet to figure out how.
"unless you want strawberry," you shrug, a little awkward now, but sunny as usual. "do you even have keys, actually, or do you—"
"no take-backs!" he snatches the dainty thing from your hand, sticking his tongue out at the flat look you send him. "i get watermelon!"
"fine," you pout for just a second before sticking your tongue out at him, too, and then you laugh quietly to yourself. amused, like a child.
once you start to dig around in your messy drawer for your car keys, satoru turns his attention to the tiny treat, focusing on it. trying to ignore the blood rushing in his ears.
it's so simple. so silly. you are, selfless and honest to a fault, all the traits that make you a liability in this world. if anything were to happen to your students, then you wouldn't make it. and if anything were to happen to you, satoru thinks—
right there in your presence, so close that he can hear your heartbeat peacefully thundering over his own — he can feel the cracks in his composure. how close he is to splintering off, how quickly everything would collapse if he dared to blink wrong.
if anything were to happen to you, satoru thinks, he'd go insane. he already has.
a small laugh leaves him, at the thought, but he closes his fist around the small keychain when you look up at him again. still grinning, leaning in so close that you're about to be stopped.
"do you like it?" you ask, open and hopeful and silly.
it makes him laugh again, because you really have no idea.
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odegirlie · 3 months
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the girls are fightingggg
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woodenfawn · 8 months
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He then proceeded to, among *many* other things, punch him in the face, literally bite his hand, and spit blood on his clothes
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