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cryptidinlaw · 3 months
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Huskerdust text posts
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felsicveins · 3 months
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His heart belongs to another
And no other heart will do
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maigetheplatypus57 · 4 months
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"i need grumbo to be more insane about each other this season" this and "i need more scarian" that, well i think that perhaps scar and mumbo should be more insane about each other. maybe even have their own robot child or cactus ring together. how about that.
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 month
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I've decided to do myself what the cowards at Aston won't. Behold.
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heartorbit · 11 months
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a wahoo girl in a wahoo world
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martlet-my-beloved · 2 months
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ran out of comic ideas so *gestures* take a doodle dump instead
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year
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what kind of favour do you require in exchange for an equineswap jiang yanli
I will fight god if that's what it takes.
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No favour required! These guys were in the original doodle dump!
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maxsix · 6 months
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s0fter-sin · 18 days
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punk!soap metalhead!ghost brain blast!!!
ghost trying so hard to get soap out of the bad parts of the scene bc he's starting to get pulled in by the shadows, a group of wannabe anarchists that stand for nothing except themselves, but soap loses his shit; laying into ghost for daring to try and "save" him
no one's ever been there for him when he needed them; no one ever offered him support or a soft place to land, why the hell would he want ghost's help when he's perfectly fine on his own? (when he’s always had to be?)
"you think i can't make my own decisions? well fuck you, ghost, who needs a washed up piece o’ shite like you!"
he doesn’t talk to ghost for days, doesn’t let himself acknowledge the hole he’s left behind until he's getting pissed with the shadows one night in an abandoned house and graves starts waving around the gun he snuck through customs and it accidentally goes off, grazing soap's temple
he's never heard anything so loud, even at all the shows he’s attended and there’s so much blood; it's getting in his eyes, running down his neck and soaking into his clothes and he’s frozen. graves and all his shadows bolt after hearing the gunshot, worried about cops finding them and they leave him there; staring at the growing puddle at his feet
soap's panicking; half-blind, blistering pain lighting up his head and he can't think about anything beyond how much he wants ghost
ghost's been sulking at his flat since soap blew him off; pissed at soap for going off on him when he just wants to help but still worried about the punk. he doesn’t want him going down the same road as him; doesn’t want him to repeat his mistakes when he could save himself so much suffering and he almost doesn't answer his phone when it buzzes on the couch
he lets out a ragged sigh as he picks it up; raking a hand over his shaved head when he sees the bubble emoji and contemplates letting it ring out. contemplates answering with a growl; something a younger, crueler version of him would spit. in the end, he decides on silence and puts the phone to his ear just before it can stop ringing
he almost breaks it when he hears soap choke out, "i've been shot."
he's out the door in a heartbeat, running down the stairs because the lift is too slow; trying to get more information out of him but he can't get anything out beyond a repeated, "i've been shot."
he breaks every law there is as he speeds to soap's location; visions of his cold, bloodless corpse staining his mind's eye. the only thing keeping him calm are the strangled breaths from the other end of the line; he's not dead, he can work with not dead, this isn't tommy, soap won't end up like tommy-
ghost screeches to a halt outside a random alley and throws himself from the car when he sees soap collapsed against a garbage bin. he's covered in blood, soaked, just like that night, it's everywhere and he's not moving, he's not moving-
“johnny!”
he skids to his knees and fits his hand under his chin to check his pulse… but his heart beats strong under his fingertips and soap's eyes flutter open; flooded with blood but conscious and alive
the second he registers ghost in front of him, he’s reaching out for him; babbling apologies over and over, "you were right, i'm sorry ghost, i should've listened; i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."
ghost just gently hushes him, cupping his face heedless of the blood. "that doesn't matter now, johnny. we're gonna get you all fixed up, yeah?"
soap’s hands fist in his shirt, clinging to him. "i got shot, ghost," he says again; lost and smaller than he's ever heard from his punk and it's been years since he's felt this kind of rage but he doesn't let a drop of it touch his voice
“i know, lad. i know. gonna let me take a look at it? make it right?"
soap finally nods, his stuttering apologies coming to a halt and ghost runs back to his car to get a towel. he presses it to soap's skin, trying to soak up as much as he can so he can get a proper look; cooing assurances as soap absently hisses in pain the closer he gets to it
it's only a graze and something in his chest unravels; old fears and grief settling as the shallow wound continues to gush into the towel
ghost slumps, pressing his forehead into the top of soap's head and takes a second to just breathe. “‘s’alright, johnny; it’s not even that bad, not even that bad,” he promises, low; spoken more to himself than soap
his hand starts to grow damp and he forces himself to his feet, gathering up soap and getting him into his car. he puts the towel in his hand and presses it against the wound, trying to coax him through his shock to put pressure on it so he can drive
soap curls up in the passenger seat; eyes distant, seeing nothing and ghost has to tighten his grip on the steering wheel so he doesn't turn around
soap is the priority
he has to get him home; has to get him cleaned up and safe
then he can go hunting for the gutless shadow that hurt his punk
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dapper-lil-arts · 1 month
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A lotta peeps in the fandom concider Sunset shimmer an orphan, and i definitely see why, but figuring as i've never seen anything in the canon to support this fully, i thought i might as well design her parents for fun; Cause i'm adding them to a fic i'm writing.
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It's fun to have an inherited Stubborn hardheadedness for sunset, and i like writing these mom fights.
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drsnowrose · 1 month
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i am sick and tired of the hotd fandom. of both team black and team green who won't stop arguing about stuff that's so childish.
there is no true winner in hotd, no true good or bad. it's a war between families and it's supposed to not make sense. both rhaenyra and alicent do stupid and petty shit. you can agree or support one more than the other but you can't deny the truth, it doesnt matter if you have read the books or not.
i see so many people insulting each other over fictional characters, it doesnt even make sense. you can be team green or team black but don't fucking use that as an excuse to impose your opinion.
let people watch a show however they want and like whichever characters they want.
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corruptimles · 8 months
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Finally..! Now can we figure out what to do with these? (Part 5/END of this scene)
Dialogue under cut:
Dimple: "geez..."
[indiscernible text implying muffled/faraway voices] [sfx: clk-click!] Dimple: "About time!"
Dimple: "What took ya? Sightseeing?" Reigen + Serizawa: "ugh."
Reigen: "If you count a stalled train! Did you miss... What's with this mess?!"
Dimple: "Just get over here, you two! Quickly!" Reigen: "Was gonna sweep anyway I guess.." Serizawa: "Did something happen?"
I was trying to be obscure on who was coming but you'd see them before reading to this point. Also this is the only post with transcript because I only remember to write them down for comic 'pages' and this is the only tic tac comic that had more than like, 2 lines ;;
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aimasup · 3 months
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sure i COULD ramble about how ai is one of the multiple things that check all the marks of humanity's seven deadly sins but would that be extreme
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^^^ possibly insufficiently educated
#the pride the hubris of believing you can do better than innovation and nature by playing god and not in the fun way#the lust it's being used for in so many awful cases#the sloth the way its encouraging everyone to check original sources less before believing anything. Also to not take time to develop skill#the greed its being used for profit without consideration for ethics or fair labour#gluttony. we always have to be faster. shinier. better. no matter if it ends up being less convenient or wonky#the wrath it sows in between people creating more differences to be frustrated over. more hatred#the envy how it takes and takes. always trying to be as clever as the best humans. as beautiful as a real forest or sunset.#do you think the ai wants itself#if this were a scifi movie would we be the bad guys#but this is not a movie and the ai cannot love us. so we cannot love it. and there's that#my post#personal stuff#thinking aloud just silly yapping n jazz 没啥事做就这样咯~#( ̄▽ ̄)~*#when i was in primary school our textbooks for chinese had short stories and articles to learn about#there was a fictional scifi oneshot about a family in the future going to the zoo#the scifi zoo trip was going great until the zoo's systems went offline for a moment#and it was revealed that all the animals roaming in their enclosures were holograms#the real ones went extinct ages ago#when the computers came back online the holograms returned and there they were#honestly at first I thought it was a bit exaggerating#but I still think about it once in a while
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 month
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Roleswap anyone??
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Tell me Fernando wouldn't make a fantastic general/emperor, and that Napoleon wouldn't make a fanastic driver/tp!!
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coffinsister · 5 months
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IF YOU COULD INVITE ASHLEY
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thekidsarentalright · 10 months
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also with us all calling this the healing tour and that this tour has encapsulated the spirit of believers never die and fob forever i will also say. it so much encapsulates the spirit of fall out boy is for lovers. they made so much (for) stardust with warmth and love and then toured with so much warmth and love, each show was made to be special and unlike any other, they played each song with so much love for us and healed over their own scars by debuting songs we never thought they'd play, by tenderly bringing old songs out and giving them their moment to shine, with nothing but love. fall out boy has nothing but love for us, for each other we have nothing but love for them, and now they have nothing but love for the parts of their discography that they had before only ever shunned. because fall out boy at it's heart is for lovers <3
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