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fluffy-subby · 1 year
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la-lil-alien · 2 years
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rt-closetcryptic · 18 days
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I was messing around and realized I can just get clip on my laptop again instead of my ipad. completely forgot how it changes my artstyle a bit as I'm drawing with a different tablet. hmm.
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puppydoggraham · 4 months
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I hate that I need to state this but if I post a concept that I literally indicate I’m planning on writing, don’t write it
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trapton · 5 months
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battling my absolute hatred of people thinking the movie is now game canon or something and that i'm even worrying that if i reblog lillard stuff people will think he's MY william ...
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mooseyspooky · 2 months
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Okay, but Sam's shitty photoshop doesn't mean Bonfire is coming out, guys
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eryanlainfa · 2 months
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You people will never guess what I just animated instead of going to sleep- <- very obvious actually
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popoutsekai · 2 years
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airi momoi x ena shinonome : she/her
third person pov, spoiler free, read under cut <3
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in a field of daisies, there were two childhood friends. they met in middle school, as two people who struggle with their identity do.
she had brown hair, cropped to the shoulders she tiredly bore. when she had the energy, she would pull three strands of the mess of hair to braid them. this braid usually fell to the left side. people would say it felt on the right side, which she had to correct in order to get things straight. she was always correcting things. but she doesn’t want to admit that.
lying next to her was, simply, her.
her hair was a bubblegum pink, tied in twin tails with yellow bows her mom may have made for her. who knows? but her soft pink eyes always managed to grasp the attention of everyone around her. these eyes her face perfectly bore were just…breathtaking.
they both had the same fashion sense, the same (no, similar, she could never compare to her,) personality, but dreams they had clashed against against one another non-rhythmically.
she wanted to be an artist, pursing drawing and painting more than ever. and she had a younger brother. it was true that he sucked, but not as much as their dad. she vowed, inwardly, to be better than her dad as an artist and as a person.
the house that her family lived in was nothing less than chaotic. her youngest sibling was one tiny one, who also aspired to be an idol just like her “favorite big sis!” jesus, her younger sister didn’t know how many sacrifices herself would make to get there, just like how her mind was like back then.
in a field of daisies, she confessed her love for her.
it was a warm spring day. the warmth couldn’t compare to how warm (and pink!) her cheeks were. and guess what?
she thought that her immediate reaction would be to leave her, like everyone else she had loved before.
if only she knew, her love for ena would never fade away.
daisies die, but airi would love the artist ‘till the end of time.
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shallowseeker · 1 year
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I hated my writing for this one. Too talky talky buuut I'm delighted to see some similar ideas reflected in SPNwin , and it rejuvenates me to keep playing, keep going. Maybe it will return from war soon. I've found new value in it because of SPNwin:
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"So the way I see it, some o’ this stuff applies to all relationships. You can build someone up so much in your mind you freak the fuck out when they don’t meet your—uh—fantasy, right? So read and learn.” The cutesy, happy tone is out of place, Sam thinks. The last thing they need is Dean making light of their relationships.
“Disillusionment,” Dean begins dramatically, like it’s a fairytale. “Couples can’t fathom their differences in this stage. They fight, get hurt, hate, and doubt one another’s intentions. Many couples break up during this phase, while few identify the relationship issues.”
Mary smiles to herself again. “I went through that when Dean was born, and I still wanted to hunt. Our worst fight was once when John actually left. It forced me to stay home with you boys and not take any hunts. I think he knew something. He probably thought I was cheating.” She hums. “I still hid the hunting though. I wonder if we’d have gotten through it if we had the chance? I think I wanted to help people and hunt, but at the same time, I didn’t want your dad or you in the life. I wanted peace for you.”
“You wanted peace for us, but you were putting yourself last. Maybe if you'd stuck together, you coulda made it,” Dean insists, like he’s trying to convince himself more than anyone. “You’re not that different from one another. You coulda made it work.”
“I don’t know,” Mary sighs, frustrated.
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“I wanted to be anyone else. I’d been to Hell by that point. I guess my mind was still on hunting. But you know what? We barely even fought. She was a strong person, but she knew I was a phony. But you and dad?”
Mary’s face snaps up hopefully.
“You did struggle. You had this—"disillusionment" and you still wanted to forgive him. He wanted to forgive you for the demon deal. You kept trying to fix it, okay? I think you’d have made it.”
Even if he’s not sure he agrees, Sam is touched by Dean’s rose-colored glasses when it comes to Mary and John.
Dean lifts up the book. “Developing that communication, trust, and finding the ability to work together…blah blah. This applies to all family, too, not just marriage.”
Dean looks at Mary knowingly, and after a few moments, she seems to catch onto his hidden meaning. They do that sometimes, and it's kinda cool that they have that connection, but sometimes Sam feels left out.
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I suppose if John were alive today, I’d be working through,” and here she chooses her words carefully, “how he raised you boys.”
Dean nods, getting a funny smile on his face. “Well. You’d be surprised what you can forgive. Getting disappointed in someone is life’s actual secret sauce.” He makes a big show of patting Jack’s shoulder. “Because you can’t be disappointed in someone unless you open yourself up to trust 'em in the first place. And when you fall in love love, your expectations are, like, suddenly irrationally high.”
Mary’s eyes are shining now, and she nods slowly, like she’s actually appreciating Dean’s advice. Christ. Dean is handing out cheerful advice like he's farting sunshine. Sam hopes this doesn’t turn into one of his stupid porn jokes at the end of it all.
“Maybe we would’ve. Maybe we’d have even hunted. Maybe it would’ve ended badly, but maybe we woulda worked,” Mary breathes, and her eyes are wet. “Even if we were cursed.”
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ik it's only been 3 days, but i already miss that Selene isnt her own fairy anymore (╥_╥)
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hazel-callahans · 8 months
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i am not Very happy about the johnny storm casting. i’m sure he’s a good actor, but come ON. the mcu never seems to want to cast on acting AND looks anymore.
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fluffy-subby · 3 months
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Random fact of the day: Female dragonflies fake their own deaths to avoid advances from male dragonflies 🤣🤣🤭
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la-lil-alien · 2 years
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babssionate · 8 months
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Offffff fucking courseeeee
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manchasama · 2 years
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Hmmmmmmmm
I think tumblr has a limit of 30 tags on a post before it just deletes them when you post.  Or reblog at least.  i don’t think the length of the tag matters just the number
Lost a couple of add on thoughts on that last reblog but that’s ok.  Note to self keep rambling in under 30 tags.
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mikacynth · 11 months
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wait the jing yuan banner comes at six pm?? i have to wait that long to lose the 50/50? sigh
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