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peach-cream-tea · 11 months

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MORE SILLIES MWAHAHAHAHAH

#tmnt 2012 #idk gay???#tmnt donatello #jonatello #gay #tmnt #caseytello #tmnt casey jones #tmmt #tmnt casey 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #the sillies #they are in love #they're idiots your honor #god i love them #gap tooth shipping #hello supremacy

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moonys-library · 10 months

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most iconic scene to ever exist is feyre throwing her shoe and rhysand’s head

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androgynouscollectivekingdom · 1 year

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#hello kitty #aesthetic #kawaii #pastel #cute #pink #hellokitty #sanrio #sanriocore #sanrio supremacy #kawaiicore #kawaii aesthetic #cute aesthetic #fuck you if you don't like hellokitty #funny shit

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notdelusionalatall · 15 days

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desperatehoney · 3 months

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I can’t believe pretty boy is used as an insult. The first time I heard it something was awakened in me. Like yes. I am pretty boy. That’s me. I’m the prettiest boy

#trans nsft #t4t nsft #mlm nsft #trans guy nsft #ftm nsft #t4t ns/fw #nsft trans #nsft bottom #PRETTY BOY SUPREMACY #✨✨✨✨#I was watching a show just now and someone insulted this guy and was like look at pretty boy #uhm hello #if someone said that to me…🛐

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wordsinhaled · 2 years

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these bones never rested while living; so how can they stand to languish in repose?

dreamling bodyguard AU??? - for @raven-star7

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“i have an appointment,” death tells him, “with a man here. not much longer now. in the meantime—drink your drink, dream. you might like it.”

morpheus obliges and takes a long sip of his ale. the urge to spit it back out is immediate and visceral, but she is watching him drink intently, eyes sparkling; he refuses to add truth to her jest.

“when i return to the dreaming,” he leans in close to be heard, speaking into her ear, “my first order of business shall be to plant a new grape varietal in the palace vineyards and name it in your honor, my sister.”

death lets out a bright peal of laughter and nudges him with her shoulder. “was the ale really so vile?”

but before morpheus can respond, a gale of guffaws draws his attention to its source, a table in the corner of the bustling tavern. the man seated at the center of the commotion puts down his tankard and looks around at his companions, grinning genially.

“death,” the man says, with all the handsome confidence of someone proclaiming an incontrovertible fact, “is not going to come for me.”

morpheus raises an eyebrow at his sister. “surely that cannot be the one—”

she nods. “there’ll be a knife fight, just outside.”

“ah,” morpheus says. “that is an irony indeed.”

his name is robert gadling, and he dreams of immortality.

“—and in another hundred years,” he is saying now, “who knows what the world will be like? in two hundred? how much better it might be?”

“an’ i suppose you plan t’be around to find out, do you, eh, hobsie?” scoffs one of his friends—but the gleam of wonder is upon the fellow as he looks at gadling. the others, too, crowd closer to hear gadling’s answer, drawn as common moths to a candle flame.

“this man...” morpheus frowns. “who is he?”

a pause, during which morpheus very deliberately does not glance back at his sister, for he can feel her appraising look, and knows she will see into him, as is her way, and read rightly that this night has discomfited him. “you know who he is,” she says carefully, as though she would say more but chooses not to. “you know everyone.”

“when he sleeps,” morpheus says, “he dreams of finding love. of having a child, one day, who will inherit his eyes and his stubbornness. he dreams of impossible things, sister, that his friends cannot imagine or comprehend. things that will not come to pass for centuries yet. he dreams of living forever—”

death rests a hand between his shoulderblades. takes the tension from him with her touch and leaves a little of her warmth behind. “nothing can live forever, dream,�� she tells him, gently, “and no one. i walk alongside them all, in the end.”

“is it truly his time to go to the sunless lands?” now morpheus does look at her. “he inspires others. there is some greater purpose to him. do you not see it?”

his sister tilts her head, and morpheus can almost hear her thinking. in her face is the wisdom and kindness of all the years this universe has known, and a little mischief too. “it is hob’s time to meet death,” she says at last. “but he could find his greater purpose somewhere else.”

“my sister,” morpheus says, “you vex me. you cannot mean what i think you imply.” back in the dreaming a wind picks up, brisk enough to match the coolness of his tone and the gathering thunder in his gaze. he rattles the palace windows and stirs the trees and tears leaves from the hedges in the gardens.

yet his sister, in the waking, refuses to be disturbed. simply waits until he settles, and accepts his sourness with equanimity. “you could use a bodyguard.”

“a bodyguard who lost his life in a knife fight?” morpheus purses his lips.

“everyone has their off days,” she says pointedly. “you might see a knife fight or two yourself yet, you keep swanning about in the world looking like that.”

nonplussed, morpheus looks down at his own clothes—at his dreamstone gleaming richly on its cord about his neck, and his long black robes. the customary dress he has favored recently, even at home amongst his subjects. “i do not need a medieval peasant for a minder in the waking world. in the dreaming, jessamy serves me perfectly well. he certainly does not belong in my realm.”

“doesn’t he?” his sister’s eyes are back to twinkling. “you said yourself he’s the consummate dreamer. wishing for implausible things.”

morpheus watches the man get up and walk out of the white horse tavern. his hangers-on return soon to their drinking, though their raucousness, their hopefulness, is a little dimmed in his absence. the sounds of a scuffle, shouts, thuds, drift in distantly from the alley outside. morpheus bows his head.

death touches morpheus’ elbow, and slips through the door easy as a shadow.

when she returns, it is with hob gadling cradled in her arms.

he is so pallid, and so soaked in blood, and all the verve and boastful pleasure of before are so thoroughly gone from his face that morpheus thinks him dead, at first. then he opens his eyes, and his features contort with agony, and morpheus feels the dream that is still fervent in him, like a second pulse that thrums in time with his thready heartbeat.

the dream that calls out to be saved.

“please,” hob whispers to death. “not you. not yet.”

“did i hear you say, earlier,” morpheus asks him, then, “that you had no intention of ever dying?”

hob stares up at him from the comfortable haven of death’s embrace. his wish to live gives a valiant beat of its wings. “yeah,” he says, “that’s right.” there is red at the corner of his mouth as he smiles.

“you are dying, now.” morpheus kneels beside him.

hob laughs; choked and pained, but a laugh nonetheless. “not if—not if i can help it, my friend.”

“well,” death says, “as it happens, you can.”

“robert gadling,” says morpheus, against all reason, “i offer you a choice.”

#the sandman #dreamling #bury me as it pleases you lover; at sea or deep within the catacomb #oh hellos supremacy tbhhhh #also yeah i have no idea what i am doing here #the title is cliche i Do Not Care the song is 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻#dreamling bodyguard au

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zuzandr · 6 months

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She didn't like the soap

#rpg horror #hello charlotte #charlotte wiltshire #bennett #magcat #magcat supremacy #I will post some old pieces for a while that never made it on tumblr #digital art #doodles

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confusedlucifer · 1 year

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oldie but i am no less insane about them to this day

#destiny 2 art #crow destiny #uldren sov #jolyon till #my art #i need crow to fucking step up and go say hello i am dying here #yes i went and took screenshots in dreaming city using Supremacy for the Lore TM #joldren

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sanrioaritannie · 1 year

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mocha 🤎🎀

#she is me #i am her #mocha supremacy #pink aesthetic #kawaii aesthetic #kawaii core #pinkcore #hello kitty #pink blog #sanrio #princesscore #kawaii #mochasanrio #cinnamoroll

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chunkypossum · 5 months

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The Ultimate Guide to 'The Art of Mastering the Only Way to Lose the Game'

Azriel X Eris

Summary: Azriel and Eris have an understanding. They allow themselves certain things as long as they both stick to the rules of their little game. But what happens when one of them breaks the rules?

Words: 3516

Full one shot on ao3

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“Choke in your sleep tonight, prick.” Azriel shot off, wings flaring slightly. Even though the words were biting, his tone was carefully neutral.

The meeting had devolved quickly into a fit of traded insults after Eris had insinuated that Azriel’s plan to finally put Beron out of his misery, out of everyone's misery, and install Eris as the new High Lord, was complete shit. They were all at their limit for tolerating one another after hours of picking apart the Night Court's latest attempt at fulfilling their end of the bargain they made so many years ago.

“You can’t seriously think, Beron would fall for something so…stupid do you? I mean, maybe to an Illyrian, stupid plans are equated to a brilliance never before seen. To the rest of us who actually have brains… Well, you can see where the disconnect might be.” Eris began flourishing his hands as he talked, the way he did when he was getting visibly frustrated. The only thing that reigned him in was the slight smirk playing at the corners of Azriel’s mouth, he thought he was about to win. Arrogant bastard.

“I’d pay to see you bite your tongue and suffocate on it.” Cassian murmured

Eris, having cooled himself off, dismissed them both with a wave of his hand.. “I've got plenty of bullies at home. You are of no consequence.”

Something like pain flashed in Azriel's eyes but he covered it quick enough that his brothers didn’t notice, only Eris did.

“Like we don’t all have shitty fathers.” Cassian bellowed. “At least we aren’t all assholes about it.”

Eris wanted to point out that yes, they were all in fact, very much assholes about it, but he kept his mouth shut. It did absolutely no good to engage with the brute. It was only ever in reverse that Eris could have his fun.

So, instead he said, “Asshole or not, your Nesta seems to think I make a pretty good dance partner either way. Are you still stepping on toes or did we graduate from kindergarten dance class? I hear even Rhysand’s little spawn is surpassing you and he’s what, 8?”

Cassian’s wings hardened into stone at his back and his muscles went rigid. Eris could tell by his eye twitching alone that the bat was trying very hard not to rip Eris’ throat out. It wasn’t until Rhys slid into his mind that Cassian finally seemed to relax. Eris could tell by the glassy look in his eyes that the dog’s High Lord was giving him silent orders to let it roll off his shoulders.

Which is exactly why Eris could not resist his parting shot. As he turned to leave Eris smirked and said, not too quietly under his breath. “Good dog.”

The tether snapped and Cassian charged at Eris’ retreating frame only for Azriel to move quickly into his path. Azriel’s wings snapped out behind him cutting a barrier between Eris and Cassian. Eris had a hard time not turning around to ogle them.

“Brother, it’s not worth it.” Azriel soothed, the edges of his voice were sharp enough that no one believed he actually thought that.

“Oh I very much disagree with you brother. I think all the pain in the world would be worth the satisfaction of ripping that smirk off his arrogant face.” Cassian tried to move past Azriel but his brother stood firmly in place, not allowing him to pass....

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#azris fanfiction #azris supremacy #azriel x eris #azris #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #eris vanserra #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #what a stupid title #I can't take anything seriously #writers on tumblr #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #angst #ao3 #hello? delulu here #just vibes #having fun

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androgynouscollectivekingdom · 10 months

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merrymorningofmay · 4 months

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good news i have another dress that makes me feel like a 1810s fashion plate (read: the best kind of dress)

#it's corduroy!!! i love touching it!!!#shtapel' supremacy agenda. if you're in ukraine do check them out they make amazing stuff (tho i think they ship abroad too)#especially if you're in kyiv bc they have things in their shop that are not listed on their website for some reason #their size range is so nice too. i'm an l/xl for all mass brands but to shtapel' i'm an m or sometimes even an s.... she loves me #AND. their dresses have pockets. HELLO #mari rambles

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notdelusionalatall · 3 months

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pocketsizedquasar · 9 months

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i think, like, any book on the relationship btwn capitalism and whiteness/white supremacy should be required reading before some of y’all post/write about jonahlias magchard

#quasartalks #tma #the magnus archives #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #tma crit #the magnus archives crit #fandom crit #fandom racism #this man is the textual embodiment of capitalism and therefore of white supremacy #like. jonny could not have made it more obvious if he put a glowing sign on elias’s head saying THIS MAN IS THE EPITOME OF WHITE CAPITALISM #he is not brown. he is not jewish. he is not trans. if he IS queer he is a cis white gay man actively engaging in racial and #—colonial violence #do you think a wealthy white brit in the 1800s who is actively designing and building a prison to observe the suffering of its incarcerated-#-inmates ISNT a violent white supremacist?? hello????#inspired by shitty takes we were complaining abt in discord <3 #he’s not a ~burnt out gifted kid~. he’s not a ~fallen hero~. he’s not a hyper flamboyant caricaturized gay man.#he is a violent abusive white supremacist capitalist.#mwah <3 #do not archive

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rotisseries · 4 months

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the dabihawks bachelorette au is the only true mha canon to me and I mean this completely seriously in that I literally thought a major plot point from that fic was fully canon to the extent that I used said plot point as the rationalization in my brain for a certain plot point in a DIFFERENT fic

#this should be embarrassing but it's actually just too fucking funny to me. hello #even when I dropped mha I was keeping up with that fic. by any other name supremacy #BUT LITERALLY AT 4 IN THE MORNING LAST NIGHT I WAS READING A FIC LIKE “oh why this?? oh yeah that's probably why”#AND THEN HELLA HAD TO TELL ME I WAS REMEMBERING SHIT FROM THE BACHELORETTE AU #I guess this is how I let you all know I'm low level back into mha. sorry to disappoint 😔#actually no I'm not. I'm not planning on picking up the manga again. I'm literally just reading fic and talking to hella about it #I'm not even caught up on the anime. I might do that though just cause I know they animated dabi's dance. which was a massive slay #oh and lady nagant. I'm a lesbian #but anyway. sorry this was ridiculous of me like that's on a whole other level from the usual “thought this minor headcanon was factual”

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wokkstar · 11 months

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#hello kitty supremacy #hello kitty

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