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#all my blorbos
yamstrange · 7 months
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Selfie~~~
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laurikarauchscat · 7 months
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I am not "missing the point" of the character.
I know it's there. I acknowledged it ages ago. It's beautiful.
What I'm doing right now is shamelessly mutating it to suit my own needs.
Because I can.
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nightbirdz · 9 months
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Actually I am not rotating the blorbos in my head. The emotional weight of the story and the characters have a hold on me and are rotating me in the vastness of reality
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PERSONALLY I think they would get along
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daddyklingon · 9 months
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brokenclockgears · 1 year
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in case you're wondering, no this fixation is not new. this fixation was about a year and a half old and was reawakened by season three episode 10 and also a 360k word fic that i read in a day and a half.
i made art for it at some point lemme find it
its oooooold now though jesus christ
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the art in question
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inkybugger · 2 months
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oh to be a tall skrunkly man in a dark trench coat
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noa-ciharu · 1 year
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he's a murdered TO YOU, to me he's a babygirl
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brightlotusmoon · 2 years
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Me jumping between every single pronoun for Nano
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I cANT CHOOSE ONE OKAY
GIVE NANO ALL THE PRONOUNS.
All of them. None for anyone else.
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juicyjuicy05 · 1 year
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I have made a PowerPoint that puts all of my fictional crushes into categories
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sonnythefrog · 2 years
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yall,,,, i feel so seen
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devilcatdarling · 1 year
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There is truly no greater love than taking your most adored fictional character and throwing them into the emotionally-devastating angst fueled trash compactor and pressing every single button on the machine just to see what will happen
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inkskinned · 5 months
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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!
they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.
they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.
you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.
but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.
where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.
and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?
doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.
but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.
what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.
just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?
your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.
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daddyklingon · 9 months
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Blorbo of the Rings. From left to right, top to bottom. Endwo Brewford, Southfarthing Hobbit Minstrel.
Brodahr Girthstone, Iron Hills Longbeard Champion.
Kjarne Steelheart, Nomadic Stout-Axe Hunter.
Honkrieg - Vales Beorning.
Chumbis Halfbottom - Staddle Hobbit Guardian.
Lothbard Woodberry - Yondershire Hobbit Lore-master.
Eremminuial - Imladris High Elf Burglar,
Morlaeron - Gondolin High Elf Guardian.
Mazun - Rhun Easterling Rune-keeper.
Gleichondir - Mirkwood Sindar Minstrel.
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wulfhalls · 2 months
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corrupted godhood. reluctant false messiah. prophecy as a creeping all consuming malady. does the oracle see the future or make the future? the horror of trapping yourself inescapably on purpose. the chains of destiny dragging you towards the path you are fighting tooth and nail to free yourself from. there never having been a chance to begin with. no other choice to make. but making that choice regardless.
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