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wuntrum · 1 year
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THE GREEN KNIGHT IS ON TUBI! YOU CAN WATCH IT!! FOR FREE!!!!!!!!!!
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fairycosmos · 11 months
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btw i hate how people act like addiction is some sort of major character flaw. as if there isn’t a universal need that cant be filled
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downstairsbar · 4 days
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louis and (ghost?) lestat making out in newest trailer!!!!
WHERE IS IRRJTJRJRRTTT PLEWEEEEEEEEEEEASE IJUST REWATCHED THE TWT TRAILEE WITHOUT BLINKING ONCE BUR DIDNT SEE WHERE IS IT
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cherry-bomb-ships · 21 days
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Guys don't let the media lie to you I'm not obsessed with this monkey I'm not I'm nOT FAKE NEWS!!!!! ITS ALL A GODDAMN LIE!!!!!!!!
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cuntstable · 2 months
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hiccuping a swallowing spit and sniiiiifffff sniiiiff and gasping for air and glancing at my Character Plushie shelf and looking up the sizes of these and seeing that theyre around fumo sized and gasping and sobbing and struggling for breath and groaning a bit.
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nik-the-bik · 2 years
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Camila Noceda, after squeezing the ever-living daylights out of her daughter who is finally home, seeing this scared group of children and immediately accepting that these are refugees like Vee
Camila Noceda, introduced to Willow and Gus and immediately charmed by them while they're equally charmed by her
Camila Noceda, introduced to Luz's new girlfriend Amity and gushing how she's even prettier than Luz said she was (while Luz and Amity both blush like crazy)
Camila Noceda, introduced to Hunter and pausing just long enough to make this poor boy start to sweat as she wonders aloud if she's seen him around before (because there's something familiar about that boy that she just can't put her finger on...)
Camila Noceda, lecturing these niños about standing out in the rain because none of them are quite ready to come inside, having never felt rain on their skin before
I can't wait for Camila Noceda to be a more prominent part of this cast
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kyurochurro · 4 months
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rewatching klaus (at a seasonably tardy time) and WOW oh my god i forgot how beautiful this movie is...... if i had to choose an ideal art style to Absorb like kirby it would be this one its just so WOW. everything is so beautifully colored and animated ;;;;; its like a dream movie, full blown illustrations that MOVE nd have LIFE AND BREATHE and its GORGEOUS UGH. ITS PERFECT
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autistickaitovocaloid · 11 months
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My legs fucking hurt
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evils-corner · 1 month
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Love the fact I've been incapable of waking up on time to take my scooter to work and instead have to pay for Lyfts every morning
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puphoods · 5 months
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i have got to have sex again
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obsidianflow · 7 months
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WHATS THE POINT OF BEING AWAKE ALL DAY IF NO ONE WILL INTERACT WITH ME (BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL)
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zoskas · 7 months
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reunited with old classmates over simon petrikov and oc mental illness. it is a good day
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onewomancitadel · 11 months
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I am trying to be very normal, but I now realise that gifset I reblogged earlier is verbatim my interpretation of the Haven Knightfall dynamic and it's literally just this forever, isn't it, finding the things I love over and over and over and over again staring back at me in the face
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purbiworl · 1 year
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If I don't draw Lance and Zowie tomorrow/today I'm gonna freak
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rachelfloof · 5 months
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Cookie of the Year 2023 voting is coming!!!!!!!!!!!
So I decided to make my own personal top 3 cookies of the year thingy
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VOTE CARAMEL ARROW FOR COOKIE OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(She's the best and she neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeds a costume plssss)
(empty podium below (edited from last year's cookie of the year podium))
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henriiiii-1001old · 1 year
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i need. i need to write this out. its short canon-based fic that's like. basically spoilers but i neeeeeeeEEEEEEEEd to write this
fic/technical spoilers under the cut
He couldn’t believe it. His slumped figure, the uncanny features of what used to be his face, his screams… Adam Murray, one of the most wanted criminals by the FBI to date, was one of them?
Thatcher, body laying on his side on the carpeted floor of the suspect’s bedroom, stared in utter shock and horror at the criminal’s screaming state, his eyes and mouth misshaped to the point he couldn’t be recognized as who he was before. He had witnessed someone’s humanity being stripped away from them. Just like his had in previous years.
Thatcher put down the camera and slid himself to a nearby wall to recover properly. His hands reached for the popcorn texture and pushed himself up, all while trying to think of some way he could calm the boy, or, if needed, neutralize the threat. He didn’t seem like a threat, however. The voice beckoning to this place had certainly not wanted to lure him for the sake of getting killed. Whoever called him here wanted him to witness someone else’s pain, to test him in his willingness to actually help others. And he gladly took that challenge.
“Murray, kid,” Thatcher tried to speak, his voice raspy from having woken up only a mere thirty minutes ago. “I… What the hell’s going on?”
“JUST LET ME DIIIiIiiEeEEE!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, the pain clear as day through his voice. He tried moving his slacked arms, sluggishly grabbing his jaw and hair in his separate hands, pulling on both of them simultaneously. He even began whispering and mumbling for the Lieutenant to “just kill him,” pleading for the sweet release of the pain he had been enduring.
Thatcher swallowed his fears and began approaching the alternate, hands hovering over the gun he had brought for protection. As much as he knew he couldn’t kill those things, it was a good distraction in case things had to get violent. He’d survived one before, what’s another?
He inched his way toward Adam, the suspect trying to crumple himself into a ball as a way to mitigate his suffering. All the while, he was still screaming at the top of his lungs. His footsteps were quiet so as to not alarm the suffering boy in front of him. His limbs had been stretched out to an impossible length as well as being skinny enough that he’d die right there and then if he were truly human. At this point, Thatcher was sure that everything he thought about Adam was a complete lie.
There was one thing on his mind as he stepped ever closer: does Sarah know? Does his ex know? Does anyone else know?
Once Thatcher had felt he had been able to get close enough, he bent down to Adam’s level, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to him. Slowly but surely, he had placed a soft hand against the disfigured kid’s knee. Adam tried lifting his head but decided he didn’t want to due to how much it would hurt for someone else to see him like this. Thatcher knew it too.
Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the crying mess, ignoring how liquid the skin felt, how flexible it was now. It became goo in his hands as he tried gripping onto Adam for dear life, not wanting to let him go until he’d calmed himself down. Adam began to shift around a bit before uncurling himself, albeit in a very strained manner. Thatcher noticed this attempt and slightly backed away, still keeping his hands attached to Adam in an attempt of comfort.
“Why… aren’t you running…?” Adam asked, the soft whisper of his voice almost not reaching the officer’s ears. “Did… why? Why are you here?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is making sure you’re okay,” Thatcher responded in the same tone of voice as to not scare him. He had a gut feeling that him breaking down is why he’s all discombobulated. “Take some breaths with me, and hold on tight if you need to.”
With those remarks, Thatcher softly embraced Adam once more, Adam slowly returning his gesture this time. Thatcher could feel Adam’s melting hands searching for some sort of grip on him, finally setting on holding his hair a little too tight for Thatcher’s comfort. Thatcher decided to ignore the pain in favor of helping Adam in the best way he could. He leaned his head backwards to alleviate some of it at least, but it truly wasn’t his main focus at the present moment.
“Take some breaths, kid. Please,” Thatcher whispered. He began to breathe deeply, in and out, in a stable pattern to model to Adam. Adam struggled at first, the snot being sniffled back up his nose and tears running endlessly down his face - or was it blood -, but eventually finding a pattern that worked for him best. His skin began to solidify in the process - not fully, but it was definitely better than before. Adam finally found more grip in his hands and removed his hands from Thatcher’s hair to settle on his back instead.
“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry,” Adam repeated quietly, half hoping that Thatcher wouldn't hear. Or at least that’s what he theorized.
“Don’t ever apologize,” Thatcher firmly, but gently, stated, pulling away from the boy softly. “You needed help, and that’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
Adam looked up at Thatcher, finally. His eyes and mouth had changed back into a normal, stable state along with the rest of his limbs. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, his lips quivered, and his entire body simply shook from the mere shock, pain, and horror of it all.
“Am I… Are…” Adam mumbled. He looked at his hands and flexed them a few times, unsure of if he had returned to his former self or not. “Am I real?”
“If that’s supposed to mean ‘are you normal again’ then yes, you are,” Thatcher chuckled. “However, if you’re truly questioning whether or not you’re real, then the answer is still yes. I have tons of records on you back at the station if you need proof.”
Adam chuckled softly, trying to hide his amusement in Thatcher’s words. He stared at the ground for a few moments, and Thatcher joined him. They sat in complete, awkward silence, though that silence might have been necessary.
“You need a place to stay? Or someone to stay here with you for the night? I don’t want you to be by yourself tonight. Maybe not even for the next few days. And we don’t have to talk about this right now. I understand.”
Adam nodded and began tearing up once more, lunging at Thatcher with a more enthusiastic hug. Thatcher immediately complied.
“Thank you… I’m so sorry you had to deal with this-”
“Hey, again, don’t apologize.”
Adam nodded in Thatcher’s shoulder. He had longed for physical contact for a good while, and this was the best chance he’d ever get at it. Thatcher felt it as Adam tried to get even closer to him, pulling on him even harder and even trying to nuzzle his shoulder just to get that extra sense of physical feeling. A sense of comfort and safety. A sense of humanity.
“I don’t wanna stay here,” Adam spoke up, his voice slightly muffled by the officer’s shoulder. “I need to get out of here…”
“I got you covered. Not too comfortable bringing you to my place due to… circumstances, but we can just head over to the station. I should have something there to make us comfortable.”
Adam nodded and gave a verbal indicator through hums. Thatcher slightly separated from Adam to help him stand, walking him out of the house and to his car. He led him to the passenger seat and let himself get comfortable. After he gently closed the door, he walked over to the driver’s seat, got comfortable, started the car, and drove as fast as he could to get them both out of there.
Thatcher wasn’t sure what to do the next morning, but whatever it was it would be taking care of this damn kid. He already lost his parents, and he’s not gonna let it happen again.
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