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yoongikook · 2 months
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we will be here, waiting 🤍
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chuuzushies · 4 months
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yesterday i read this gorgeous zosan fic and if you are looking for some recs i really urge you to read it. please!!! it’s really fucking beautiful
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chxrry-chris · 11 days
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cinnamonbunpuff · 5 months
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EXPLAIN GOOD OMENS LORE BECAUSE IVE NEVER WATCHED IT
YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT ???
alr here’s my best explanation w/o spoilers:
good omens is a series based off of the book by neil gaiman and terry prachett. it features an angel, arizaphale, and a demon, crowley. the story follows them as they figure out:
season 1 - how to stop the end of the world
season 2 - wtf is going on with heaven and hell following the events of season 1
some features & favourite bits i like:
CROWLEY'S WHOLE AESTHETIC
AND ARIZAPHALE'S
so much symbolism (bible and non-bible)
CROWLEY AND ARIZAPHALE
there's so much angst
but it's a really good show ngl the plot is very thought out
sometimes there's just a lot of silly too
i hope this convinces you to watch good omens :D
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thund3randrain · 5 months
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Current status: lying on the floor shaking and squealing and kicking everything around me because I watched Wonka and it triggered the happy chemicals so now I will be completely insufferable for the next few hours
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ilaliya · 3 months
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// fun fact i lost my animal crossing save when i upgraded my switch and have not yet emotionally recovered enough to restart LMAO //
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nenehyuuchiha · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates, Nico Robin, Aka Ashi no Zeff | Red-Leg Zeff, Doctor Kureha (One Piece), Portgas D. Ace Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Canon Compliant, to a fault honestly, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Mentions of Past Sanji/Others, Letters to self (in a sense), Medical Procedures, Pining Vinsmoke Sanji, 5+1 Things, loosely Eternal Sunshine inspired Summary:
When he sees the broad grin on the green-haired boy’s face, Sanji feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Static pulses through his veins as he stares, transfixed by the bobbing of the boy’s throat as he laughs.
Would it be so bad to fall in love?  Sanji often wonders, scratching idly at the raised line of scar tissue along his ribcage. It can’t always end in disaster, can it?  His eyes rake the boy up and down, sizing up his trio of swords and strong body.
He could have fallen then, Sanji will think later, long after the memory has faded to abstraction and left a void of confusion in its wake. How many times would Sanji have to cut Zoro out of his lungs before his heart got the message to stop falling for him?
Or: 5 times Sanji caught hanahaki for Zoro + 1 time Zoro caught it for Sanji
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BBC ghosts will always have my heart <3
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v-tired-queer · 9 months
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HE WAITED FOR HER AT THE CLOCK 😭😭😭💔💔💔😭😭😭
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autistic-ranpo · 1 year
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SKY SKY I WAS WALKING AND SAW HER AND SHE WAS TALKING WITH HER FRIEND AND I KINDA DIDN'T WANT TO INTERRUPT (also i can't start a conversation ;-;) SO I JUST WALKED PAST AWKWARDLY AND THEN SHE KINDA TURNED HER HEAD AND SAID "hi!" AS I WALKED PAST AND I. FSHJGDJHSAHDKGJHADSKA
ARGFHHGHDJGHKS SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I WAS DRIVING INTO BC BUT!!!!!!!!! THATS SO!!!!!!!! Y'ALL ARE SO CUTE ISTG AHHHH
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nobrain-onlysteven · 1 year
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*On the Banks by Chris Renzema plays*
Me, an intellectual: Wow this is so Peter and John in the beginning of Acts.
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rozcdust · 2 years
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i fucking love everything you write. you are on of my favourite writers and no one does it like you. (everyone's amazing in their own way, this isn't a comparison) but fuck i really do enjoy all your works. they are a blessing, sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day. i am so thankful for you.
i don’t think i could ever describe how much this actually means to me, this made my day and honestly, i can’t tell you how many times i considered just giving up on writing, but this makes me glad i never did
i am happy you like and find some comfort in my fics, and thank you so much for your kind words, it means the most 💗💗💗
if you even feel the need to talk, vent if you have a bad day or just chat about whatever, please don’t shy away from messaging me sweetheart 💖
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ghostiedreamsz · 11 months
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I thought a girl wrote her number in my phone, but it turned out to be a Your Mom joke. Don’t get me wrong, I thought it was hilarious, but I’m pretty sure she is liable for the day of emotional damage I sustained before realizing it wasn’t a real number
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whatintheope · 1 year
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Not me trying to copy my torrented copy of photoshop over from my old laptop so that Big Daddy Comcast doesn't cut off my internet access for illegally downloading while GrandPappy Adobe sues me into oblivion.
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solarockk · 7 months
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Gege make these two interact i dare you
+bonus
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littlemoonglow · 9 months
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Warning: Long post?
Jason did not expect his ghost form to feel…like this.
(Oh, dealing with his body randomly phasing through the ground and smacking his face onto hard concrete was not fun, but Jason dealt with that just like with every other hurdle in his life. By being more stubborn than the problem itself.)
It felt like something… settled into place. That was the best way he could describe it.
He felt as if spite and anger were finally not the only things keeping him awake and running. 
He felt calm, almost. Stable, at least. Whatever pent up energy that was stuck in his chest cavity now flowed freely throughout his body, redistributed, instinctually easier to manage.
It's almost like he could breathe a little bit easier.
(After much… ranting that Jason decided to ignore for his own sanity, Danny said that his case ectoplasmic corruption was probably due to the fact that Death, as a concept, doesn’t let go of things easily, time shenanigans notwithstanding.)
(Becoming a half-ghost was seemingly the only working compromise.)
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Danny once told him that broad strokes of a ghost’s personality could be guessed by looking at their physical appearance. 
Despite the cool powers, this was a slight downside. Jason dealing with the filth of the Earth meant that being to hide his emotions and who he is was kind of important. Life saving, even.
He realized later on that his ghost form was way too easy to read.
He looked at his arms covered in bandages, and got reminded of the amount of times he had to patch himself up in the last month.
His jacket was ripped in place he knew that would have been sewn together when he was a living breathing human (well, as much as he could be).
He always looked slightly on fire?
(Danny told him it's probably related to his... core?)
(He know he died in an explosion but really?)
And then, there was his… veil? Shroud? Cloak?
It looked really nice.
But on the other hand…
It drooped when he felt under the weather. It flicked and thrashed around when he’s either irritated or barely holding back his urge to headshot someone.
And—
(No Danny, my cloak was not fucking wagging when you brought me fresh ectoplasm last week, you’ll have to get your goddamn eyes checked—)
He'll deny it until the day he dies (a second time).
And then his cloak could sometimes just…grow bigger. He figured that it acted as an extension of his own body, and had a nice add-on of allowing him to sense things he couldn't see. Hell, he could even make a hand out of it (wacking Danny with it - gently - never gets old). Jason had to also admit it looked cool, with the wispy bits and with one of its sides becoming a bright yellow.
(It reminded him a bit of his time as Robin.)
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Being a ghost had a lotta perks.
Dealing with targets was so much easier when no one could see you. Inflitration was so much simpler when walls became optional. Cameras will glitch out when he's around, he left no traces visible to the naked eye and, combined with his training, to say that it was useful would be an understatement.
But, sometimes, he feels like he’s changing as well the more he transforms. Not drastically, but enough for him to look back and notice.
He usually was someone who prided on being efficient and straight to the point.
But now he’s starting to… have fun.
He started using his claws whenever he could. Don't het him wrong, he still uses his guns plenty, but there was just something deeply satisfying about vaulting over things, scaling a wall or crawling on the ceiling with bare hands. 
(Punching people is still the most satisfying by far, though.)
That one time hunting down the Joker wannabes was fun too.
(Danny said he’d get along great with Skulker? Did Jason want to find out? No.)
Fading in and out of invisibility, he picked them off one by one, watching as panic and dread slowly but surely creeped up on the remaining ones.
(After all, he has no respect for those trying to emulate the dead clown.)
(Yeah, the Joker was dead.)
(Surprisingly, that has not been a good day.)
One of the favorite things he liked to do was rooftop parkour. The… bendability of gravity is… fun, not gonna lie.
(Not flying though. Jason is used to having feet in regular contact with solid ground, thank you very much. No offense, Danny.)
But he gets why ghosts love to fly. When he’s jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham in the at night, watching the city light fly by, cloak spread behind him, it’s as if nothing else matters. 
(No Joker, no petty criminals to beat up, no avoiding the Bats so they don’t find out about his existence—)
He can just enjoy, even just for a little bit.
(Somehow the Demon Brat and Orphan could sense him. Will keep and eyes on those two, and also the more reasons to avoid them.)
(The real problem was the new Bat in town. Bruce, what the fuck, another one? Again?)
(The yellow one, Signal. No time to check his profile yet, but probably a meta or something.)
(First night out and the guy almost managed to actually fucking see him —looked at him straight in the eyes and all, then did a double take. Jason never phased into the pavement so fast in his entire fucking life.)
(And so far no Bats on his cloak tails yet.)
(He did help the guy incognito, just a couple of times.) 
(And he also did steal his escrima sticks for fun, and once the guy went out looking for them, he’d put them right back where they were.)
(Turns out, he discovered later, that being a little shit runs in the ghost community.)
(Sometimes he also wonders what happened to Danny before they met.)
(He wasn't a Gothamite, that was obvious. He doesn’t pry, but it doesn’t take a lot to piece two and two together.)
(He just wonders who he has to kill this time.)
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(Jason could not believe he forgot and underestimated just how fucking persistent every single one of the Bats could be. Of course it had to run in the family.)
He gazed down, thought the agony, at the gaping wound under his right armpit.
(The Bats have been chasing him relentlessly for a while now. He got more injuries than he can count, especially from Bruce.)
(They know. Oh, they know.)
(It didn’t go well.)
(He knows the others are there surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, he knows that Dick is right behind him, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.)
It has been a long time since the last time he got shot.
(It felt like someone set his right side on fire.) 
What was flowing out in abundance was a neon, toxic green.
(The Pit Waters, ectoplasm, he didn’t even know that he could fucking bleed in ghost form—)
(Danny—)
He looked back up at Batman, holding a (frankly) ugly gun, white casing and highlights in the same shade of toxic green. 
(A gun that Danny warned him about. And everything behind it.)
Jason felt something in him... snap.
(Why did it have to be you, Bruce.) 
His mouth opened—
(waitsincewhenhecoulddothatthroughtthe mask—) 
(Jason could see the billows of neon green smoke—)
(He couldn’t see Bruce’s expression.)
(Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.)
— and wailed.
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I am genuinely delighted that my last post got that much attention! Thank you so much, to all who liked, rebblogged and commented, it really does mean the most. 💕
This AU may be continued? No guarantees, tho.
For those interested: Part 01
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