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simpsonssimp · 1 year
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I saw people on here with an appreciation for Blue Haired Lawyer, and I concur 💙
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florbe-triz · 1 year
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Malos habitos
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seaweedstarshine · 5 months
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“They engineered a psychopath to kill you.” “Totally married her. I'd never have made it here alive without River Song.”
Sources: Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: My Dinner With Andrew, Closing Time, The Husbands of River Song, Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: Animal Instinct, The Ruby's Curse, Time of the Doctor
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I’ve really been digging red/green contrast lately
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spiderzlover · 9 months
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These Splatfest tees are awkward💥💥
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mementoasts · 5 months
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quit starin' at me with them big ol' eyes
(please click the gif for better quality 🙏)
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gallifreyanhotfive · 4 months
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Everyone knows about thoschei, I guess
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didderd · 4 months
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Excuse me, beautiful creature, but I have a big doubt. How could you help Tic or Tac if they are having an attack and starting to hurt themselves? (Like when Tac bites his lips or hands/arms)
ogh. this is rly sweet :'>
(tw: tics and self harm)
for the most part, it's not a big problem with Tic, n the most harmful thing Tac will do is bite, but here's a few things you could do:
hand them a pillow/something soft to put between themselves and their hands. make sure they're wearing their gloves, and Tac is wearing his muzzle if he's biting bad. or maybe hand him something/put something in his mouth to bite onto, and keep handing it back when/if he spits it out if he'll let you (the spitting it out being a tic most likely) maybe get a small blanket or something, to wrap around their hands/arms if you need too, but that's usually not necessary, least for Tic.
make sure their heads aren't against a wall or other hard surface, bc they might hit their head against it.
afterward, if they did hurt themselves, handing them something to heal (like a monster candy) would help (tho not likely that they would have shaved off any hp unless there was actually some self-hate behind the tic, but Tac will get this more often) and lots of cuddles. they are probably worn out n would appreciate it very much. uvu)
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ch3shire-rabbit · 11 months
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The top one is a request from insta that was cute enough for me to digitalize, on the bottom it’s just. Juan n José
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Do NOT repost, edit, trace, or use my art in any way. Thanks.
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thenarrativefoil · 4 months
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made fried tofu to go with ep #3 of dungeon meshi!!
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spiderscribs · 7 months
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TECHNOMANCY
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Inna is literally too cute :,)
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vandervoiz · 6 months
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fuck you *roasts your padmé* a real messy shaded sketch that I just couldn't get out of my head
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crispyjenkins · 5 months
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(AC wip) The Savage Price of Piety
it's desmond's deathday and i wrote like. 9,000 more words to this wip (first two parts here) last week and i want to brag about it, so happy deathday you wet bastard (mostly gen but with a surprise rarepair, time travel/reincarnation, found family, william miles’ a+ parenting, accidental subterfuge, desmond goes by miles mostly, inspired by study of flight by @esamastation but with a twist!, only somewhat historically accurate swears by which i mean probably not at all but leonardo had some Opinions alright) have some (three) chronological but scattered bits of scenes
  “Oh,” Claudia says as soon as she opens the door, seeing Ezio’s rather wretched expression, “you’ve figured it out, then.”
  “You could have told me,” he growls, following her into the entryway and closing the door behind himself. 
  Claudia scoffs, spinning on heel to lead the way further into the building for the kitchens. “I had one conversation with the boy, brother, I was hardly sure of it myself. Wait,” she halts and points a finger at him accusingly, “how did you figure it out?”
  Ezio, quite graciously he thinks, ignores the subtle insult to his intelligence. Sighing, he pushes back his hood before their mother sees him with it on indoors, and runs a hand over his beard. “I had Leonardo visit.”
  Claudia’s face slackens, before twisting into a rage that has Ezio stepping away warily.
  But she punches the wall instead of her brother, a shouted “Gods damn it!” echoing in the narrow space. Then she spins on her heel and hollers further into the residential part of the bordello, “Mother! We forgot about Leonardo!”
  Horrified by his sister and concerned for his mother’s current mental state, Ezio reaches out to put a hand on Claudia’s arm, but he doesn’t get the chance before Maria de' Auditore is shouting right back, “God damn it!”
  Grumbling, Claudia stomps down the hall and leaves a very confused Ezio hurrying to follow; she ignores all his pleas for explanation until she’s stomped into the kitchen, where their mother is pouring two very large glasses of wine, with very little water to cut down the potency. She passes one to Claudia silently, and then they both drink, though luckily they aren’t attempting to down it all at once.
  “I can’t believe we forgot the Maestro,” their mother mutters to herself as she comes over to kiss Ezio on both cheeks, before shoving the still mostly-full glass into his hands.
  “Forgot him for what?” Ezio wants to know, clutching the glass like a mother clutches a babe.
  “To test if Miles really is an Auditore.” It’s said so flippantly, like it doesn’t affect Claudia at all, but she also collapses into one of two chairs at the little tea table under the largest window. Their mother takes the other, massaging her forehead and looking like she’s grieving their family all over again.
  It occurs to Ezio, as he moves to stand next to the table, that she probably is.
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“It’s all up to you now, Seventeen.”
  Desmond opens his eyes to the dark of the dormitory, faint moonlight cutting over the floor between his bed and Nino’s, and he can’t bring himself to move — even to roll off his arm that is very much still asleep. 
  Clay still haunts him.
  Five hundred fucking years, and his current twenty-four besides, and that fucker still won’t leave him alone. If Desmond were not so familiar with what an actual Bleed feels like, he’d almost think Clay is stuck in his brain the same way as his ancestors. Thank fuck he stopped Bleeding Ezio’s memories and feelings, while still retaining much of the training.
  Fuck, time travel is so weird.
  Or, reincarnation? He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure he was dead, he’s sure he burned, and he’s sure that though his 15th century mother had affectionately called him [redacted], his name is Desmond Miles.
  Or just Miles, he supposes. Sue him, he panicked when Adele first approached him, and the best aliases are ones you know you’ll respond to, right? If only he’d have had the forethought to divorce himself from his... future family’s surname.
  It sounds different enough with an Italian accent that it hasn’t caused any problems, yet. Like making him flinch. Or snapping that he hasn’t been a Miles since he was sixteen.
  Granted, he still has no idea what he would go by instead. Altaïr and Conner would feel weird, while Sef or Darim are just a bit on the nose, and does he look like an Edward? Malik, maybe. His grandmother here, now, is actually from the Levant, so his skin is certainly dark enough that people wouldn’t be surprised by the name.
Except that feels almost akin to naming himself Leonardo.
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  So instead, Leonardo spends every spare moment with his best friend, sometimes to brainstorm, sometimes to simply be there for him. It’s during one of these visits, he and Ezio once again observing the youngest assassins in the training ring, that he hears Miles laugh for the first time, and it’s as if ice water has been poured directly into his veins.
  Oh fuck. Oh Saints, oh Holy Father, oh fuck.
  “Leonardo?” Ezio asks quietly, head tilted towards him in concern, but Leonardo ignores him to stumble for the bannister to lean over it and stare down at Miles learning a little jig from Tullio, laughing all the while.
  He had only heard it once, truth be told, and it had been Salaí that had caused it, but even three years later, Leonardo remembers the laugh of Rodrigo Borgia’s sinister little shadow.
  Below, Miles doesn’t stop smiling, but his golden brown gaze yanks up towards Leonardo as if knowing his thoughts are about him. His eyes narrow, then widen slightly in realisation, and then he winces and looks away, which is all the confirmation Leonardo needs.
  Turning around, Leonardo grabs a confused Ezio by the arm and drags him from the training room, ignoring his protests until they find the nearest empty room.
  “Leonardo, what—?”
  “Romulus.”
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missshezz · 1 year
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skunkes · 1 month
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need csp brush thats textured but not too textured and crispy but not too crispy because when its too crisp and crunchy it feels more like a Pen than a Pencil and i want it to be like a pencil in the way that i get nice soft lines that can meld into each other like a pencil sketch but they cant be TOO soft or i get frustrated with the pen pressure and lack of stable form and
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