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equill · 2 months
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Just Friends (real)
Comic 2: Life goes on together
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Comic 3: Now I do. (time had finally run it’s course)
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loppiopio · 2 months
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out into the world.
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cro0kedme · 8 months
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Some memes for the soul.
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tragicotps · 1 year
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Marisa Coulter + destroying Asriel with one sentence
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mr-laveau · 3 months
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Department of Empowered Records & Profiles - Episode 1 - Dim Spark
Hey, so remember that thing I mentioned one time about a Redacted parody of TMA that focused on the inversion and involved a fake organization I made called D. E. R. P? Yeahhhhh, that's done! I present to you, the first episode: Dim Spark! This episode focuses on my version of Lovely, Logan Varney and their experiences regarding the inversion! You'll also be meeting one of my Redacted OCs, Alistair Roth, a seer and the head archivist! Enjoy! CW: [Discussions of the inversion] [mention of death] [Lovely has feelings about the inversion] [main speaker mentions]
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Me at a party, trying to think of an icebreaker: So if you had to die, how would you wanna go?
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gobackimhaunted · 7 days
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the swifties taking but daddy i love him personally are likely the ones who should be taking it personally
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nogitsunbae · 21 days
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“Angel, what are you doing?”
Crowley squinted at Aziraphale through his sunglasses, watching as the other pulled different books from different shelves frantically, his own, smaller, rounded reading glasses slipping down his nose.
“Well, I just thought, you know—“ Aziraphale started, flustered, his hands waving in the air trying to demonstrate something to Crowley without actually saying it. Crowley stared at him for a beat, not moving from his sprawling position in his favorite chair of the bookshop, soft and plush and soaked in the smell of old books and dust and Aziraphale, before raising his eyebrows.
“I don’t know, actually,” he drawled, smirking. “C’mon Angel, out with it.”
Aziraphale’s hands stopped their frantic waving in the air and settled by his sides, and he sighed, the exhale slightly moving the soft tuft of hair that had fallen into his eyes. He needed a haircut, Crowley thought absentmindedly, fingers slightly twitching at the thought of running his hands through the curls on his angel’s head.
“It’s been almost 5 years, you know,” Aziraphale said, smiling softly. “Since we said forget heaven or hell, and became us.”
“I think we’ve been us for far longer than that, ‘Zira,” Crowley muttered, smiling nonetheless. “But yes, it’s almost been five years.”
“Five years is a long time.”
“I’ve loved you since before time, five years is nothing.”
Aziraphale blushed, slightly, and walked over to Crowley, placing a hand on his cheek.
“I want to do something special.”
Crowley hummed, angling his head further into Aziraphale’s warm palm. He placed a small kiss there, smiling.
“Whatever you want, Angel.”
“According to some research, and some heavenly insight, maybe,” Aziraphale said, moving his hand to Crowley’s long curls, “I think your factory may be doing something special soon.”
Crowley’s eyes widened, and he sat up, taking off his sunglasses and looking up at Aziraphale.
“I mean, I could be wrong, but—“
“You want to go somewhere and see,” Crowley whispered, cutting him off. “The stars I made, see how they’re doing.”
“I… I think it would be lovely,” Aziraphale said with a smile.
Crowley sighed, leaning back in the chair. He frowned. “My eyes aren’t what they used to be angel, literally. I can’t see the stars from here, even with the clearest night sky and no bloody light pollution.”
“Well we wouldn’t be looking at them here, darling.”
Crowley looked up at him again, realization dawning on his face.
“You want to go up there?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Tonight, if you’d like.”
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Crowley hadn’t been in space in a long time. He also hadn’t let his wings stretch out in a while, either. Neither had Aziraphale, and Crowley caught himself staring and the bright white feathers, smiling as he noticed both he and Aziraphale had some new additions: a speckling of gray feathers throughout their wings.
They weren’t exactly standing, but not laying down, either. Space was weird, and as Aziraphale wrapped his arms and wings around him, colors exploded. The nebulae moved too quickly for the human eye, but not for them, and they watched as stars and space stuff painted them a picture. Just for them. Crowley felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he watched the colors collide and the lights shimmer.
Maybe She was giving them this. Maybe the stars just recognized Crowley. Maybe it had nothing to do with them at all, and was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time. But when Aziraphale’s lips kissed away his tears and whispered “I love you,” Crowley realized it didn’t really matter.
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sonicaspeed123 · 9 months
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Boom!Sonic has NPD AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT
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pyr0graves · 4 months
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i'm not giving any context for this meme i made lmao, yeah just [throws an out of context Vista Alegre meme]
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if you know the context you know the context lmao
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padfoot-lupin77 · 1 month
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Story time back in early sixth grade a boy was trying to annoy a girl by calling her lesbian and I asked what that meant and they explained (kind of) and then I asked “so if when I grow up I have a roommate who is a girl, will that mean I’m a lesbian?” And they rushed to assure me that noo don’t worry that’s just friendship it won’t mean you’re a lesbian. By the end of that year I’d realized I’m a lesbian.
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codgod · 7 months
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okay new plan for the day i’m gonna draw slimeriana
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artsysurvivor · 1 year
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Ferris: Hey, Halt goes by they/them pronouns, right?
Caitlyn: Yeah
Ferris: Thanks :)
Ferris, writing in his diary: "I think the best way to kill them would be poison--"
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starlooove · 2 months
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When ppl ask why traditional men and women don’t get together the answer is literally so simple. Like these kind of women are all about misogyny until the disrespect comes. And I’m talking true degradation and disrespect; as in they want the man to make all the choices till they realize it’s ALL the choices. They don’t want to think until they realize they don’t GET to. It’s the same reason when ppl ask why ppl like Pearl don’t shut the fuck up since it’s not traditional for women to speak. Their entire view of traditional relationships is Pinterest Boards, Incel tweets, and 40s propaganda posters.
Like it’s all ‘why can’t I just stay at home and cook for the kids’ ok but what happens when you want to go out on a fun trip and he says no. What happens when kid A is sick with X and kid Z is sick with Y and there’s a parent teacher conference for kids L-P and once ur done with all that u have to have food on the table? Like these women don’t think it through at all, which is part of the problem btw like that bimbo resurgence shit is just another excuse for y’all not to fucking think, and then when it’s 30 years down the line and they’re stuck in loveless marriages (because these men don’t love them. They think it’s love but when they tell you to shut the hell up about something you were interested in before them it starts to click) they blame the whole damn world and it’s so sick.
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berryblu-arts · 1 year
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hi yall, drowning in homework as usual o(-(
posting my lil blender assignment bc i think it turned out rlly cute :D
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peeledstrawberry · 20 days
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Younger me would be so freaking happy about how I turned out. I have pink hair and I study psychology. I initiate conversations with strangers and I talk the most in class now. I lived past 15 and I found words that could describe what was wrong with me.
It really got better :0
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