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thatoneplumbob · 4 months
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The wedding was beautiful, the guests behaved so well and the food was delicious! Alex and Anna are deeply in love.
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smak-annihilation · 4 months
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where wealth can take you in the 21st century
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theemptyspacehelmet · 8 months
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Wonka should’ve been directed by Wes Anderson tbh
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for requests perhaps hivemind again? or charlie?
I'm sorry this took so long I was fighting so hard to work out a Charlie design BUT!! First, Hivemind doodles...I got FAR too into it with him..
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Text: Looks at you with my big round wet eyes.
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Text: Full of Joy & Whimsy VS The Horrors
I think Hivemind would wear a lot of flannel outside of work. I like him being a little like a stereotypical lumberjack maybe? I think he'd like wood working, yk like bug hotels and little wooden carvings
Alas for Charlie I had to search up PPE for welders...
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It took me days to get to a point where I liked his design but I'm really happy with it :3
+ 2 pages in my sketchbook filled! Turns out I miscounted and I only had 28 pages left!! So far we're at 8/28, or just over 1/4!!
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hh-and-hb-fan · 2 months
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Your honor the British pink fuck and the British slithery boi are the same character.
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crimson-nail · 5 months
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Tell me some Elendira headcanons please. I feel like you get her like I do.
while she may look like she has the refined palette of a professional wine connoisseur her favorite drink in actuality is a fruity little beverage with a paper umbrella and a cherry in it. she’s here for a fun time, always
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evils-corner · 7 months
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My thoughts on the new movie
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breitzbachbea · 2 months
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motivation to get cleaned up and get food now: I need to write Charlie's stupid flirting soooo fucking badly.
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casual--scare · 3 months
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? what the fuck was that finale
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rillette · 6 months
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Itty is so cute, I haven't read a ton of comics with him in it and I just love the idea of Hal finding a alien starfish and going oh time to take him with me on all adventures
I LOVE ITTYYYYYYY HES MY FAVORITE LITTLE THINGY EVER!!!!!! I need. More GLs seeing a creature and taking it around with them pokemon style or some random creature adopting a GL please for the love of GOD where did all our whimsy go
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dragonairice · 5 months
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Wearing what I have affectionately dubbed ‘The Janus Sanders fit’ and @gamergal-ds said it has a Willy Wonka vibe….
I am now considering the similarities in outfits for Janus ‘Deceit’ Sanders and Willy freaking Wonka
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thatoneplumbob · 4 months
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Charlie and Rudy had an amazing “beach themed” wedding! It was really emotional for everyone.
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smak-annihilation · 3 months
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Sir Pentious with an anti surrender flag
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simsinfinitylt · 2 years
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Hipster Male Lookbook
He's a spellcaster who hates his pointy ears so he wears a ton of hats, and he also has to wear the bracelet with he rings attached to it, to channel his magic, kinda like a wand
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sadforever2004 · 2 months
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Charlie Chaplin the kind of mf to obnoxiously repeat a joke until he's certain that you got it and then explain it further if you didn't laugh
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augiewrites · 6 months
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"secret admirer" - dead poets society (part 2)
summary: a group of boys catches y/n's eye in keating's class
pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader
word count: 600+
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Keating’s class wasn’t like the others at Welton. Walking into the classroom felt like a warm embrace and Keating himself stoked the fires of his students’ creativity.
But not today—not for Y/N.
They had never been so distracted in their life. Just walking into the classroom, Y/N debated asking Keating for a pass to the infirmary. Knowing they were being observed is one thing, but knowing exactly when is a whole other scenario.
Especially when they have no clue who’s eye they’re under.
Despite their nerves, Y/N took their usual seat. Two rows from the front, on the farthest row to the left. Not too close to be the center of any teacher’s impulse, but not too far away to get distracted by the rest of the class. Today was different, though. The only thing Y/N could bring themselves to care about was their classmates.
Y/N angled themselves in their seat in order to take in the classroom as students trickled in. In honesty, Y/N should have realized sooner that the culprit was in their English class—the amount of passion their classmates had shown throughout the year had never failed to take them by surprise. After all, Welton was not a place for passion.
Their eyes landed on a group of boys huddled around Knox Overstreet’s desk. Memories of the boy reciting a pathetic—albeit sweet—love poem to the class flooded their mind. The group of boys did always seem to be more enthusiastic about the class than most.
Despite telling their roommate they didn’t want to play detective, Y/N themselves straining to hear bits of their conversation—something about a book and finding a new meeting spot. They didn’t hear much as Keating entered the room and made his way to the front of the class. Charlie Dalton caught their eye as the group disbanded, sending them a wink and making a finger gun gesture at them.
Y/N couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
Dalton was a mere annoyance on a good day.
Todd Anderson walked to his seat in front of Y/N, and gave them a sheepish smile as he shrugged a shoulder in a “what can you do” gesture.
Y/N decided that was enough detective work for the period as Keating began a boisterous speech on Romantic contemporaries. All they wanted to do was lose themselves in Keating’s whimsy for the next hour, but a familiar envelope laying inside their desk compartment stopped any hope they had of forgetting about their admirer.
Moving as discreetly as possible, Y/N pulled out the letter along with their notes and textbook. The whole world muffled as they read:
From afar, I gaze, A silent, secret admiration, Your light shines bright, In my quiet contemplation.
And when you laugh, a melody, It dances in the breeze, I cherish each sweet note, With every sigh, I'm at ease.
Oh, how I wish for closeness, To bridge this gap in fate, To hold you near, not distant, To share life's love, not wait.
x, Yours.
Y/N couldn’t help the smile spreading across their face, nor the blush that accompanied it. They were so engrossed in the feeling that they didn’t notice the satisfied gaze they were receiving from afar.
The rest of the period passed in a haze, and Y/N was thankful Keating wasn’t a fan of pop quizzes. Y/N could barely focus on where they were, let alone absorb anything meaningful from the lesson.
Their eyes locked on Steven Meeks—thank God Keating had called him by name that period—shoving his notes in his backpack.
They had to act, and it was now or never.
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part three
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