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aconfusedgoose · 7 months
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AND DAN AND PHIL ARE BACK???
I started this year making a meme about John Green being back and I thought that would be the wildest thing to happen this year... Clearly I was wrong. I feel like the universe is just confused about what year it is... I'm in my mid 20s now and I don't need to be going through this again.
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analogoose · 1 year
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Ava & Beatrice, Warrior Nun S2E8 // Sarah Ruhl, from “Eurydice” // “Wait for Me,” Hadestown
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shortcircuit291 · 10 months
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Sophie and Ren have spent the past day watching me forcibly try to relearn Tumblr I feel like I'm 80 years old I don't know what's going on and the app feels more broken than when I was last here and also bringing back my goose speaks tag is giving me critical damage I was not made for this site dang it 😭
but I did just remember I can make side blogs so at least I can do smth with that
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nicejewishgoose · 1 year
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intro post!!!
i'm goose! i've been studying Judiasm for about a year & i want to convert conservative.
there won't be a ton of informative content here, more things just to do with my journey through Judiasm & interesting Jew-related things i find. this is also a side blog, so i comment and follow from @bbluedinerbabyy
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goobiestar · 11 months
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Uncle Goosefeather protecting his niece no matter what
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aresonist · 7 months
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ghouljams · 5 months
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Ghoul, Ghoul help, I would let this man do unspeakable things to me and thank him for it.
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Posted on Twitter Here
He's a terror in town, the red lacquered wood of his mask catch's the sunshine under the dark shadow of his hat. His duster sways with each step, just catching on the handle of his pistol. He holds a rifle at his side, he looks like death come to town when he kicks in the saloon doors.
Ghost grabs the first man he sees by the collar and shoves the mouth of his rifle against the soft fleshy part of his jaw. The saloon goes quiet. The man in his grip struggles and panics against his grip, fingers clawing at the fist in his shirt. Ghost surveys the patrons with a cold indifference. His rage has never been hot, pumping ice through his veins as he clicks the hammer back.
"Where's my fucking wife?" He asks the bar, his voice booming in the silence. In the middle of the room a table of men stand. Each one with their hands inching towards their own weapon. Ghost has met a lot of stupid men in his time wandering the west, but there's none as stupid as an outlaw's underlings. Something about the fear normal people allot them seems to make them think they're untouchable.
Ghost lowers his rifle from the man in his grip and points it at his newest targets. He fires from the hip, two quick shots before the recoil really hits. Blowing the jaw off one man, and the ear off another. He drops his previous victim, who scrambles off, and shoulders his rifle to aim at the last outlaw standing. They hold their six shooter with trembling fingers.
"Not asking twice," Ghost tells them, his finger inching on the trigger.
"A m-mile west outside town, there's a cave we camp in." They stumble over their tongue. That's good, Ghost was hoping they'd give up easily. He makes his way towards the guy, keeps his rifle trained on him. "I can take you," They offer.
"Mighty kind," Ghost hums, swiping one of the short glasses off the table, "but I can find it." It's a single motion when he tugs his mask up and tips the brown liquor into his mask. He sets the glass down and pulls the trigger, not bothering to watch the man crumble as he tugs his mask back into place.
Fucking hell this place is a mess, the whiskey isn't even decent. Kidnapping a sheriff's kid and a gunslinger's wife, he'd think they'd at least take you somewhere nicer. Although the hell Ghost's sure you're putting your captors through probably didn't help their decision making. Aw but don't worry baby, he's comin' for you.
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withacapitalp · 1 year
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Alternative
Steve stepped out of the ensuite attached to his room, wrapping a towel securely around his waist as he walked towards the closet, humming a tune he had forgotten the name of. For once, he was actually early. He had plenty of time to choose what he wanted to wear, do his hair, maybe even make some breakfast before he had to pick up Robin for their mid morning shift. 
Except, when he went to open the closet doors, not a lick of clothing was left inside. 
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve muttered to himself. A quiet little giggle came from outside of the room, but when Steve turned on a dime, there was no one in the doorway. 
“Eddie,” Steve groaned, “Get back over here!” 
No response, just the sound of extremely noisy footsteps. Steve forced himself to count to 10, whirling around and stomping over to his dresser. Also empty. He was about to shout again, force his boyfriend to come here and fix whatever he had done, when an innocent looking pile of clothes sitting on the bed caught his eye. 
Of course. This is what Steve got for falling in love with a trickster. 
The pile had a tiny note on it. It was a pale blue piece of construction paper that just said I picked out your clothes for you today. Make sure to thank me ;)
“Thank you,” Steve scoffed aloud, looking through the clothes. He was prepared to go down butt naked and tackle his boyfriend to the floor, when an even better plan began to form in his mind. Steve smirked, grabbing the pile and racing back over to the bathroom. 
He had things he had to do. 
A little less than a half hour later, he was ready. He took one more cursory glance in the mirror, and the smile on his face was completely predatory. Steve barely recognized himself, and he kinda liked it. 
Now it was time to give Eddie exactly what he had asked for. 
“Good morning Sunshine,” His partner called when he heard the sound of boots clunking down the steps, “I heard some commotion up there, have you been calling?”
“You’re a jackass,” Steve shot back. He could hear Eddie grinning from all the way on the other side of the house. 
He wouldn’t be grinning for much longer. 
“Let me see you,” Eddie said excitedly, and Steve bit his lip, rolling his shoulders back and striding into the kitchen with all the confidence he could muster/fake. 
“Let’s see how uh-” Eddie cut himself off with an unintelligible blubber, his jaw hanging wide open as he took in the full sight of Steve’s look for the day. 
Eddie had chosen the clothes- one of his loose band tees and tight ripped skinny jeans completed with a pair of Doc Martens- but, Steve had taken it to the next level. He had added the leather cuffs that Eddie had bought for him for their anniversary, stolen some of his boyfriend’s rings, and styled his hair into a much spikier and dangerous look. 
Steve had even put on eyeliner, and a touch of the lipgloss he swore he did not own. 
It wasn’t really his style, but he knew he objectively looked good. Objectively good, and definitely like something in one of Eddie’s wildest fantasies.  
“What’s wrong ‘Big Boy’? Can’t handle the heat now that you set the kitchen on fire?” Steve teased, unable to help himself. 
“Bedroom. Now.” Eddie managed to stutter out, still just staring at Steve. 
Steve crossed the room, and he heard Eddie gulp as he approached, felt him shiver when Steve invaded his space and slipped his hand into Eddie’s back pocket. 
“Hmmmm, no sorry. I have to go pick up Robin now.” He whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, pulling back and taking Eddie’s bandanna with him. Steve tucked it into his own pocket on the other side, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek and loving the soft whimper Eddie let out when he did, “I just wanted to thank you before I left like you asked,” 
Steve ducked away, practically sprinting out of the house as he cackled to himself. Yes, he was probably going to get a lot of weird looks at work today, but it was definitely going to be worth it when he got home tonight. 
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aconfusedgoose · 9 months
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I JUST SAW A TIKTOK POINT THIS OUT AND IM LOSING IT. I HAVE TO GO BE A FUNCTIONAL ADULT AT WORK NOW THX.
Ugh.
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analogoose · 1 year
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Been thinking about this scene a lot. How it echoes their conversation from before.
A response. A solution to what Beatrice told her. Ava, who was so against dying—because death is not a reward, just an empty chasm that renders everything meaningless—now prepared to lay down her life if it means Beatrice gets to rest, if it means that the war inside Beatrice’s head will stop.
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Beatrice, who is bound by duty but finds her heart pulled in another direction. Who might want to run with Ava but can’t. She’s a Sister Warrior. Her duty is to the Halo and its Bearer. So she will tell Ava to run, because that is the best way to protect her. To protect the mission.  Because that is the only way both of her goals align. As long as the Halo remains safe, so does Ava.
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But it also means that she can’t join Ava. Her Sisters are dying. She has a duty to the Order. To her mission (protect the Halo, protect Ava) and so she will watch over from afar. She may not be ready, but she is prepared.  
But Ava is not. Ava, who will not leave unless Beatrice is by her side. If she runs, Beatrice will run herself ragged, spending every waking minute to keep everyone safe. Beatrice, who will never get a chance to live her life because she spent that time making sure Ava could live. And Ava doesn’t want that. Not unless they do it together.
So Ava chooses. Chooses the mission for Beatrice. Breaks away first, obscures her true plan until the very last minute. (But Beatrice still finds her. Beatrice, who will always follow Ava. Always by her side until the very end.)
To be a Halo Bearer is to be a martyr. Ava rejected this fate until the very end. And even after that. Choosing to go into the portal, choosing to be separated from Beatrice so that they may both live.
Since the very beginning, Ava knows she has been living on borrowed time. But god damn it, she’s going to steal as much of it as she can.
Ava chooses to go through the Arc and Beatrice chooses to let her go. Both strengthened by their faith in the other, because they will always find their way back to each other.
Ava has never gone somewhere that’s kept Beatrice from following. Even now.
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shortcircuit291 · 10 months
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Hi, I'm Goose.
Who am I?
Just a little guy who's too attached to fictional characters and writes a bunch.
Multi-fandom but legally binded to never shut up about Kenma. 🫡
Where to find me?
Birdapp 🐦: shortcircuit291
Ao3 ✍️: shortcircuit291
Twitch: goose_stein
Sideblog where I'm insufferable abt krkn: @krknposting
Also I have a Ko-Fi ☕
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andmakeithome · 9 months
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I'm sure someone has to have seen this before but look at this!!
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rickety-goose · 1 year
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finally met (one of) the man that's been making my mutuals go wild
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december mood
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ghouljams · 8 months
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This is stupid but I cannot stop thinking about cowboy!Ghost interacting with Goose's dog (Mav) and how he's such a dad about it. Mav wanders over to him and Ghost just stops what he's doing to give the dog a few solid pats. Complains about the dog hogging the couch but as soon as someone tries to shoo Mav away he's hitting them with, "That's his spot." Goose walks around the barn and sees Ghost holding the dog like,
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And she genuinely doesn't know how to react to that other than barking out a laugh. Ghost just loves fluffy animals as much as he pretends not to. Can't help it that he whistles for the dog and crouchs down to scratch his ears after a long day, it's what Mav deserves for working so hard. Ghost talks to the dog like it's a whole human person, carrying on conversations between barks. Mav looks at him while he and Price are arguing over something and Ghost just goes, "You're right about him Mav." And Price is so pissed because that's his dog goddammit!
Goose finds Ghost asleep on the couch with Mav laying in the crook of his arm, both of them knocked out and she just giggles and takes photos to send to the group chat.
It gets to a point where Mav will just run at Ghost and get scooped up, wiggling like a puppy while Ghost carries on whatever he was doing. Augh! Just!! Ghost with a pet!!!
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