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photo-critter · 7 months
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The Amazing Giants
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leiandroid · 2 months
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"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.
as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.
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khruschevshoe · 2 months
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I don't care what you say about the 60th anniversary specials. David Tennant's Doctor has never been fruitier than whatever the hell he was doing in Utopia. The way he looks at Professor Yana? Whatever the hell kind of vibes he was putting off in his conversation with Jack in the radiation chamber? Ignoring the two people who currently fancy you in exchange for looking near-worshipfully at your evil ex in human form because he embodies hope? Telling your other ex that you can't stand to look at him because he's wrong yet being more honest with him than you have anyone else for a long, long time? Unhinged queer icon. Who needs healthy admissions of feeling when you have whatever the hell kind of subtext-rising-to-text these two moments are conveying
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myfandomprompts · 2 months
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“I think method acting gets a bad rap nowadays, but if you consider it [in relation to] people’s time, it’s certainly not a bad thing.” - EWAN MITCHELL, for The Face
[The A24 Project]
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a2zillustration · 3 months
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Croissant’s descent into madness as everything starts ramping up and they’re running on 2 hours of sleep
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motherofmabari · 4 months
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President Snow told Katniss to make the Districts believe the berries were an act of love, not of rebellion.
I think what he failed to understand is they were one and the same.
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xhanisai · 8 months
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It's always about Adrien/Chat Noir and his cat tendencies here and there BUT WHAT ABOUT MARINETTE/LADYBUG AND HER CAT LOVER TENDENCIES???
YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT SHE DOESN'T SUDDENLY JUST PICK HIM UP BECAUSE SHE FINDS HIM SO CUTE OR THAT SHE DOESN'T CONSTANTLY RUFFLE HIS HAIR OR KISS HIS NOSE OR PLAY WITH HIS HANDS OR SUDDENLY GRAB HIS FACE AND KISS IT ALL OVERRRRRR COME ON HE IS HER CHATON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AND SHE WILL LOVE HIM LIKE A CHATON SHOULD BE LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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woundgallery · 5 months
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Ana Mendieta, Silueta, 1973-78
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tiny-chubby-bird · 6 months
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did they start a book club or what
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gracebethartacc · 2 months
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say it with me everyone: Heart is not A Baby, Mind is not a Jackass, and Soul is not Crazy. (or alternatively Cool/Laid back 24/7)
They have layers like onions or however the quote goes idk
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photo-critter · 2 years
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Seka of The Dancing Raven
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ineffableaddiction · 28 days
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^This is definitely not an angelic reaction.
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sulkybender · 1 month
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here’s a lil T-rated story about Zuko taking care of Sokka, after the war <3
“Hey sweetheart,” he says, kissing Sokka’s shoulder. “Bad hip day?”
Sokka makes a muffled groan under the pillow he’s thrown over his face.
“Magic hands?” he pleads.
“Magic hands,” Zuko agrees, smiling. He settles next to Sokka on the bed, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, warm hands settling at the socket of his hip.
“Ah, fuck, Zu.”
“Too much?”
“Fuck,” he says. “Yeah, but don’t stop.”
“You sure?” Zuko bends down to kiss his chest again and Sokka chokes a little, feeling the shape of Zuko’s mouth through his shirt.
“I’m sure,” he says. “A little more heat?”
Zuko grins.
“Oh, you want more heat?”
He slides his leg over Sokka’s, hands massaging deeper into his cartilage, and Sokka could weep from the release of it. “Baby,” Zuko murmurs, pushing heat into Sokka’s hip.
“It’s not that bad,” Sokka lies.
Zuko doesn’t argue with him; he’d do the same if he were in Sokka’s shoes now, and has. When neuropathy makes his face ache and sting, he rubs at it silently while he works, until he feels Sokka’s fingers settle around his, pulling his hand away. And Sokka doesn’t try to get the truth out of him either.
Bad day? he’ll ask.
It was fine, Zuko will say, one eye winced shut.
“I’m gonna take you to the hot springs one day,” Zuko says now, kneading. “We’ll take the week off and spend the whole time in the water.” He leans down to kiss Sokka’s chest again, lingering. Sokka lets out a little moan. “And I’ll hold you in my arms the whole time, sweetheart.”
“Zu,” Sokka says weakly.
“What?” he says. “I will.”
He wants to sit in the water with Sokka in his lap, arms around his waist. He wants to hold Sokka safe there while the hot salt takes his pain away. It feels monumentally unfair, looking at someone he loves so much suffer so much. Sokka’s the best person he’s ever known.
Zuko would take it for him if he could. He would take the pain for himself. It seems like he’s always suffered, and as long as he’s meant to suffer, why can’t he do it for Sokka? Why couldn’t he—?
“Baby?” Sokka mumbles sleepily, and Zuko realizes he’s gone still. He hums and starts massaging again, kneading warmth into Sokka’s hip. I love you, he thinks, watching Sokka’s sleepy, trusting face. I’d take it for you. And at the same time, in the way Sokka gives under his touch, in the way he smiles at Zuko in the mornings and nuzzles kisses against his neck, he’s started to think he doesn’t have to suffer at all.
After a while he can feel everything loosen under his hands, enough to back off. He kisses Sokka’s hip and lays down next to him, holding him.
“Never wanna move again,” Sokka mumbles.
“I’d carry you there,” he says, slotting his face against Sokka’s neck.
“It’s an island.”
“I’d get wet,” Zuko says stubbornly, and Sokka snorts.
“I love you, Zu.”
Zuko squeezes him tightly for one moment, two.
“I love you too,” he says. “More than anything.”
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hideousvampire · 5 days
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the pony and puppy posting for funsies !
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rare non digital art moment
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kald-dal-art · 1 year
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There was a plan to break us out of the arena the moment the Quell was announced. The victor tributes from 3,4,6,7,8 and 11 had varying degrees of knowledge about it
Decided to try to draw how I imagined the Victor Alliance to look like and as a bonus how i imagined them to look like when they won their first game
(also headcanons on what year they won/how they look like on some of them is not set in stone for me yet so don't yell at me in the notes k)
Anyways have too many headcanons about these people help
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cinnamon-flame · 2 months
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Starlight's animus issues
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