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ronanlynchbf · 7 months
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tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY
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bastardlybonkers · 1 month
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feetman
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pommegrantaire · 6 months
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well, heaven knows
that without you is how i disappear
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daeyumi · 3 months
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🌜🎭🎊Dawn of a New Day 🎊🎭🌞
[2022]
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b4kuch1n · 6 months
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study of this masterwork
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crowsgrudge · 24 days
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kayne: what kind of great old one calls himself fucking john
john:
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boycattj · 26 days
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byler x skam france revamped !!! (original)
time: 8h22m (in total - i used the same canvas)
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ccassettetape · 6 months
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i am writing an accidental haiku to attract haiku bot
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nothingbizzare · 1 month
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Three tipes of people on valentine's day
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taikanyohou · 6 months
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"You don't get it, do you? You don't get it."
MY PERSONAL WEATHERMAN (2023).
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cydanite · 2 months
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EDIT: Now that the game I'm running has started in earnest, this post is officially off-limits to anyone in that game! You know who you are!!!
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EDIT: Updated a few of the tokens that were bugging me c:
Been in a bit of an art slump recently. I found out about the Decked Out D&D module, Terrors Beneath Deepfrost Citadel, written by @capriciouswriter207 and have swiftly fallen in love. So as a challenge to myself I made some token markers! I left some that can potentially spoil the narrative of the module under the cut.
If you see this and are/want to run this game, please do because this module looks so so fun! I'm starting to ask around to run it myself! You're welcome to use these token markers if you do! :D
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technovillain · 5 months
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some very rough sketches for the very awesome truman brain concept i have ^_^ { talk to me about it i have a big wall of text abt it on my phone and i wanna talk abt it please }
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luuxxart · 3 months
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sometimes all you need in life is a little cheese sampler and a sudoku
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1driedpersimmon · 6 months
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I made Sesame and Sid break up as a joke but then I thought it’d be even funnier if I made a whole drama story thing out of it so here we are (my insane person doodles and notes)
(Also drk quest feels… I played lv 70 a bit ago and was absolutely screaming)
Also full name reveal for Sesame hehe! That is Saaral before he arrived in Eorzea and before he became “Sesame”!
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chickenoptyrx · 5 months
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....I just wanted to draw gators :T at this point these 2 are more 'a representation of my last 2 brain cells' then they are actual characters 😅
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theloveinc · 7 months
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There's a lot of validity in the idea that older Bakugo is a traumatized pro-hero with major PTSD... but you know what's kinda fucked up to think about? The fact that Bakugo is also a 22-year-old pro-hero with major PTSD even before that, too.
It's almost easy to imagine that things are actually better when he's older (the therapy finally a routine, the trauma long set and on the path to being healed)... and that it's his whole 20s that are spent as a pool of disaster trying to recover from the war(s).
He looks back and barely even remembers being twenty, much less twenty-five or twenty-seven. Barely remembers how little he slept, not at the hands of trying to balance hero work and getting a degree at the same time, but just out of the pure insomnia that came from trying to move on and every nightmare attached.
Hardly ever showering, never shaving (not that he ever grew much of a beard, but the facial hair was definitely there. There's pictures of him on the news with an awkward, grown out haircut and patches on facial hair that make him look positively... immature), barely even eating more than a few protein bars or an energy jelly drink-a day. It's a blur, and his friends are hardly there to pick him up out of it because they're all going through it, too. Somewhat.
It's definitely weird if you meet him during this period. He's not all there, at least, not all of the time. He doesn't really register your interactions, the friendship you extend to him (a younger, or ever older, version of him would've shown you that deep seeded ferocity in response, tried to bite the hand that fed him, even if it were love... but 20s Bakugo... doesn't seem to notice). Even though only one of his eyes is clouded over, the good one never seems to brighten up.
There's definitely moments when the old him shines through: when he's with Deku, when he's in the midst of battle, when he finds out that Todoroki still does a shitty job at chopping scallions. But it's a long time before he's even close to the same, able to step out from underneath the fog of simply surviving and into the sunshine of recovering.
But I think sticking through it with him is worth it.
(It's a weird moment, a happy moment, the first time you realize that Bakugo has changed. That the pouring rain outside hasn't bothered him since he showed up at your apartment. He forgot his umbrella, he's been quite careless ever since the war—wet and shaggy hair frizzed up, cheeks red from cold—but he doesn't seem to mind, with his bare feet up on your coffee table, his eyes gazing out the window. You hand his tea, and instead of gulping it down in one go, letting it burn in his throat, he winces at the heat.
"Tastes like shit," he says, and you laugh because it always does. Just this time, he noticed.)
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