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octoooo · 7 months
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Lil Giyuu slug <3
I plan to post just about each character in sets of 4, but after drawing giyuu I’m getting antsy and wanna show him off.
So have a chibi slug giyuu (slugyuu?)
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okmcintyre · 6 months
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adanseydivorce · 2 months
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agents of shield s7 really was a shockingly good conclusion to something I like… like on it’s own it’s a good season but I don’t really realize how highly I think of it overall (it’s not agents of shield s4 who’s praises I’ll sing any day of the week) until I think about how many concluding seasons or books of shows or series I love could have been better if they were more like it in a variety of ways…
#s speaks#currently inspired by me venting about my wishes for a raven king where Blue’s mirror powers were treated more like May’s empath powers#(which is funny since apparently Maggie’s og draft gave Blue literal empath powers although mirror is still in that vain to an extent)#and her having feelings and anger and resentment once LMD Coulson comes into the picture but she doesn’t see him as her Coulson#but also the way he can be a neutral space for her while she’s navigating the powers is comforting#I would have Lurved an arc like that for Blue/Bluesey#and the questioning if he’s real or not thread for Coulson himself and everyone around him and their relationships#which is helped by the existence of s6 which wasn’t the best aos season (although even though it had messy parts I liked how focused on May#it was and that Ming got to shine a lot. I could have done with less fs and far less Deke but that’s-)#but if that season didn’t exist at all s7 wouldn’t have landed because we needed to see those chars Without Coulson. If they had just#skipped to Daisy slamming the button and that’s that then he’s off on his road trip and that’s that—#but outside of trcbrainrot magicians could have used that season as a model so could legacies so could a lot of different genre things w#unsatisfying endings#sometimes I will have to do a list of my favorite conclusions to things since there’s definitely less that I wholly am a fan of and more I’#so so on or dislike.#in terms of tv shows would say community agents of shield and person of interest are the main ones that really hold up to me and are great#endings to shows I cared about#for books: CP2 TKM and others I can’t think of rn
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hazzaisagoober · 1 year
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Okay it's official, I think Manu Rios just has amazing chemistry with everyone.
He and André have such great chemistry on and off screen they're AMAZING! Patrick and Iván just sizzle around each other even when they're mad. It's indescribable.
But then we see Patrick and Cruz together and even though it feels wrong and I'm wholeheartedly a Patrivan shipper, I can't deny how much 🔥 and sparks are between them when they share the screen. I loved Cruz as supportive father but even then they sti had so much chemistry.
BUT THEN! go back to s4, Patrick and Ander, I shipped them before Iván was even a thing. They just had so much more chemistry and than Ander and Omar had to me. Just saying. And their scenes were 🥵 it was wonderful.
Lest we forget any of the other randoms we saw with Patrick, he just exudes sexuality I guess. Bc every person he shares the screen with just works with him.
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rotisseries · 4 months
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my uncle brought me a massive weeb library today and it was simultaneously astounding how much was there (5 terabytes.) and yet incredibly disappointing occasionally (hit or miss as to whether extremely well known titles would be there?? no inuyasha? or trigun?? revolutionary girl utena but only the movie??)
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movietonight · 2 years
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I'm going to have to write an entire mash fic in German just so I can include a scene of Charles offering the informal pronoun to Hawkeye
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firebirdsdaughter · 2 years
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Also cannot get over…
… Peter literally being like ‘can I put a tiny tracking anklet on the baby bc Neal’s is very comforting.’ I loved that.
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what-is-canon · 2 years
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Somewhere in the Hawaiian islands, 6 to 12 months from now:
Nicole, looks at June: Mommy!
Noah, also looking at June, and because small children are parrots: Mommy!
Serena: 🥹
June: 🫠
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unproduciblesmackdown · 9 months
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also quite the illustration in wags being like "'not asking permission' - wags" and plowing through someone expressing a physical boundary but he was already intending to use physical violence & violation & assumed corresponding distress as a tool to get his way....amidst the typicality, "correctness," permissibility of all that around here like five times an hour
#winston billions#and in all ways like the [oh well but at least it's Not That Bad(tm)] / some theoretical peak lasting physical harm....not that relevant#not unlike how billions didn't need to put all that effort into supposedly not yet going ''yeah prince is the worst ofc'' in s6#like oh he repeatedly took advantage of someone (not a cis man) he's ceo of; early 20s/abt the age of his kids so he could have sex#but then we have to be going ''oh but well at least it's Not That Bad'' like yeah wow & that doesn't matter That Much / make it That Good#it's all operating on the same logic & principles & that is the issue; there'll always be some theoretical worse instance....#and what's it do for what's deemed [worse instances] to then just use that against ''lesser'' instances#rian out here apparently w/no idea abt power but also somehow aware she has to assert Fault for it herself thinking emoticon#but also rian being clueless / continuing not to think abt shit at all / maybe thinking fucking an old man makes her Mature is all like#more stuff that doesn't quite coalesce into anything consistent & instead is all incompletely gestured at as some Explanation Aggregate#sorry i've noticed that this is a leaking bag of gravel labeled ''rian'' and not a character#anyways. and wendy Would do aba & ppl Do already give the organic aba & it's abusive. check the ''not abt ppl's wellbeing'' & the ppl who#get to be In Charge of anyone else & the ''corrected'' ppl Not getting to be treated as people#rian's treatment of winston....all the Aggressive behavior only allowed to Some & that serves to get those people's ways#all the demeaning treatment directed at ppl so that someone can try using them as a stepstool for their feelings / ego#&/or simply to try to get their [being a person] to stop being a roadblock to their existence aligning w/only what you want from them#next episode sure could be about how Actually This Place Is Horrible For Its Own Employees; it has been; it'll continue to be....#like a great time to deal with that. if wendy wants to consider if she's actually not doing anything Good here then like time for that too#might convince everyone else to (a) not quit for their own sakes & maybe even also (b) see wendy to make her feel better. again.#but maybe we still lose winston as the guy who (a) gets to peace out & (b) is just having one of the more miserable times over there#taylor's busier; sometimes in englander; no tmc niche; not close enough to tuk to chat; dollar bill's here; rian won't let him speak....#and whether taylor Themself being unable to convince winston to return gets them thinking abt things & stuff. not like they've been unaware#at all of this Environment being hostile & miserable lol but nobody just kind of matter of factly wanders out w/o Basically being pushed...#& it's been a minute since they were a fellow nonboss employee. & maybe Winston quitting just shakes up assumptions & then why not question#more things & like; even if they suppose they're fine enough for Now & Could be happy w/a billion or their own place or something like#maybe you too can just walk out you can leave w/o having been forced to some Crisis Breaking Point about it#and not spend years more at the sunk cost factory of more problems worse times etc etc....a concept#&/or idk maybe also just pondering like oh also the way people here or anywhere are negatively affected even if you werent paying attention#this is all still operating off the one theory though of course#but also the actual text of this post needs no further canon info or context to be True / about what it is lmao. wags die challenge
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kit-o-nine-tales · 1 year
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Through the Trees (I see you)
Fandom: Dragon Age
Pairing: F!Mahariel/Tamlen
A short ficlet I wrote in like, 15 minutes and originally posted on pillowfort. Has a happy ending! Not really canon compliant! Healing Ghoul!Tamlen via deus ex machina via Flemythal, basically. There’s an even shorter lil sequel I will probably post tomorrow.
Read on AO3 (the small second chapter is here)
  How many times has she dreamed of that day?
It must have been every single night since it happened, even after the Joining filled her nights with visions of the darkspawn. Even after that, the parade of nightmares that plague her each night still find a space to revisit those ruins, that mirror, that loss.
Every night, she tries again. Tries to convince Tamlen to turn around. Tries to keep him from opening the door to the room containing the mirror. Tries to pull him away, to keep him from reaching out to touch it.
Every night she fails.
And when morning comes, the aching grief crashes down on her again, like chains, like a hole in the world where she'd expected solid ground. He isn't there. When she sees a cloud that looks like one of the halla and wants to point it out to him, he isn't there. When she masters a new fighting technique and wants to show him, he isn't there. When she nearly dies in battle against an ogre and she cries out, confused and in pain, reaching for his hand, he isn't there.
But every night she sees him, hears him, and even though the nightmare is a memory, sometimes she swears he sees her too. She finds a look in his eyes that hadn't been there that day, or his hands tremble slightly as he replays the motions.
Maybe she's imagining it. She has to be. He's dead. He couldn't -- there's no way he could have survived. And yet....
The night the shrieks attack their camp, she thinks she knows what's coming. She feels it, somehow. Hears his voice in her heart, maybe. They'd been tainted at the same time. It stretches like a tie between them, despite their disparate outcomes. She finds him at the outer edge of camp. Waiting. Waiting for her. His eyes, whited out by the taint, still manage to find her own. And in that instant they both know. Deep to the core of them. It goes beyond words, this knowing, this loss. He tries to smile for her. He tells her that he loves her. That he's sorry.
She's sorry too. Sorrier than she could ever express in words.
"I see you every night," she tells him.
"I... know..." he rasps. "I... see... too."
"Don't make me do this," she pleads. This can't be how it ends for them.
Her companions all watch from a distance. A distance she knows that they could close in an instant should Tamlen try to attack her. Like they know that she would just stand there and let him kill her, if that was what he wanted.
"No... help for me," he says.
She shakes her head. She won't! She won't kill him!
He draws his daggers.
"Wait!" she says. It's aimed at her companions as much as at Tamlen.
Everyone freezes.
Mahariel has a secret. Physically, it is very small. Figuratively, it is enormous.
When she took a pinch of the Sacred Ashes, she pinched with two fingers instead of just one. She'd done it right under the watchful eye of the Guardian, and he hadn't said a word. Either she's just that good of a rogue, or... it had been allowed. Either way, when they went to wake Arl Eamon, she only gave his healer a single fingered pinch. It served its purpose and the man awoke.
Mahariel still has that second pinch. Tucked carefully away in a small leather pouch inside a compartment on her belt.
Everyone stares at her, unmoving. It's not simply that they stand still. Even the wind stops. Everything stops moving except her. She wonders for a moment if this too, is a dream. But she reaches out to cup Tamlen's tainted cheek and finds it feverishly warm. This is real.
"Aren't you going to reach for the secret you carry?" a voice, familiar, old, impossible, calls.
"Flemeth?" she asks.
She had killed Flemeth at Morrigan's request.
"Perhaps," the voice replies. "But surely you've more important things to do than question me. Time won't wait forever, after all. Not even for two children of the People."
There's something almost... kind in the voice. But the voice is right. There's no time to ponder it. She opens the compartment on her belt and pulls out the pouch of ashes.
"What do I do?" she asks. She is no mage. It had taken a healer to make use of the ashes for Arl Eamon.
She receives no reply. But the wind picks up suddenly, drawing the sprinkle of ashes out from the open pouch. They swirl around Tamlen just as he begins to move again, glowing like fire-flies. His hands drop to his sides and he blinks against the light as it swirls ever-faster, ever-closer to his body, until the light enshrouds him entirely, obscuring him from view.
He cries out in surprise, and it's his voice again, not the dry, painful rasp of a ghoul.
Her eyes water at the brightness of the light, but she keeps them open anyway. She watches and she waits.
When the light finally dies, the darkness it leaves behind is nearly just as blinding. But even with the afterimage of the light leaving coronas in her vision, she can still see Tamlen.
And she sees Tamlen as she's seen him every night in her dreams since that day. Tamlen with his cloudy sky eyes and summer-wheat hair. Tamlen with that wryness permanently stamped in the curves of his lips and the arches of his eyebrows.
"How...?" He wonders, startling a little at the sound of his own voice.
Mahariel throws herself at him, laughing with joy.
His arms come up to catch her on reflex, as warm and reliable as they ever were. And just like that, she's home.
"I don't know, and I don't care," she says to the side of his neck. She presses her smile to his skin, reveling in the sensation of his steady pulse beneath her lips.
"Lethallan," he murmurs, still sounding stunned.
"I have so much to tell you!" she says.
"And I want to hear all of it," he replies.
That night, the dream comes again. One last time. They look at each other as they stand outside the entrance to the ruins. She takes his hand. They turn around and head back into the forest.
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cerealbishh · 2 years
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why even have lark and j sleep together early on in the season if you're gonna give him a new love interest anyways?
update: you show them being playful and adorable in the beginning of the season and now he treats her like... garbage? you wanna tell me he used her???
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superbluebirdgirl · 1 month
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Shirley haters are soooo boring.
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13ratio · 3 months
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just finished season 6 of house, I think my current season ranking is
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fazedlight · 3 months
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Confusion (Late S6 vibes. I found a use for William… I’m sorry?)
The Catco elevators opened to a chaotic scene as Lena stepped out. Despite being afterhours - it had just passed 6pm - employees were shuffling around everywhere, with frequent murmurs and occasional shouts flying by.
“Looking for Kara?” Nia said, passing by Lena while holding a large stack of papers on the brink of falling. Lena opened her mouth to speak, but Nia didn’t wait for an answer. “She’ll be back in a few minutes, I think she’s meeting with Andrea.”
Lena nodded as Nia quickly disappeared into the backrooms. Guess this is normal when they crash the issue, Lena thought, making her way to Kara’s desk and setting down the mocha and pastries she had brought from Noonan’s. She had been lucky to get there just before closing, after Kara’s text that they’d have to skip movie night in favor of a late night at work.
“Lena,” came a deep voice behind her, “What are you doing here?”
Lena turned, nodding to William as he approached. “Just bringing Kara some stuff,” she said, gesturing to Kara’s desk. “Late night for you too?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Hopefully the last, before I move back to London.”
“You’re moving?”
“Looking forward to going home,” William said. “I’ll be leaving in a few weeks. Just enough time to hand off my responsibilities at Catco.”
“Going back to The Times?” Lena asked.
William nodded. His eyes drifted to the coffee and sweets, and Lena noticed a tinge of confusion. “I best get going,” he said, not remarking on what he was thinking. “The senator’s fraud case means I have an article to rewrite.”
“Good luck,” Lena said, as he waved and left. Lena turned back, finding Kara as she rounded the corner with Andrea. Kara met Lena’s eyes, and the blonde smiled wide.
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“You smell like smoke,” Lena said, brushing ash off of Kara’s shoulder, eyeing the charcoal hues that tinged her supersuit.
“A forest fire will do that,” Kara said, practically shaking like a dog to get other ash off her hair. “Luckily we got it before it spread very far.”
William glanced over curiously from where he was jotting notes. He had been working with Alex and Brainy on mapping out city hotspots when Supergirl had arrived back from her firefighting. It hadn’t taken long for Lena to make her way out of the lab and go up to the super.
“I think we gotta spray you down,” Lena teased.
“Brainy said the nanobots can handle it,” Kara said, tossing her hair back. “I just gotta deactivate at some point.”
“Yeah, you gonna get around to that soon?”
“Will you two knock it off?” Alex said, her voice aggrieved. “Some of us are trying to get work done.”
The two had the good sense to look a little bashful, and William glanced over curiously. From his side, he could hear Alex mutter “just good friends, my ass”, and he watched as Supergirl threw her head up towards Alex, flushing slightly, and seeming suddenly unable to look a confused Lena in the eye.
This is going a bit too far, William thought, eyes darting to Lena. Flirting with Kara? And Supergirl?
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“Well, it’s been great working with you,” Supergirl said, extending her hand.
William returned the gesture, then doing similar with Alex, and J’onn, and Lena. “Please do keep in touch,” he said. “I’d love to hear from you when you’re back in London.”
“Have a safe fli-” Supergirl suddenly turned her head.
“Something going on?” Alex asked. 
“Bank robbery downtown. Might be a big one,” Supergirl said. “Safe flight, William. We’ll see you later.”
William nodded as Supergirl left, J’onn and Alex following. That left him behind with Lena, who didn’t frequent the field unless magic was afoot. Which left him a bit grateful for the chance…
“Well, William-”
“Don’t break her heart, Lena.”
Lena’s brows furrowed, utterly perplexed. “What?”
“I see you,” William said, a serious expression on his face. “The way you flirt with Supergirl. The way you flirt with Kara.”
“Kara- flirt-” Lena’s eyes widened.
“Look, they’re both clearly interested in you,” William said. “All I’m saying is be clear with your intentions. Kara doesn’t deserve a broken heart.”
“I don’t have intentions. With- with either of them,” Lena answered.
William’s face tensed with skepticism. I’ve said my piece, he decided. “It’s been great working with you, Lena.”
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William tilted his head back against the plane’s headrest. The 5hrs from National City to Metropolis had been annoying enough. Now it’d be another 6hrs to London. I hope I can get more sleep this flight, he thought, glancing out over the Atlantic Ocean. 
He looked down at the gossip rag he had purchased in Metropolis Airport, beginning to flip through it. It was mindless garbage, hopefully boring enough to lull him to sleep. 
As he turned the pages, he was surprised to find a picture of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor - but then again, it was only a matter of time. It’s just so fucking obvious, William thought, wondering if the tabloid suspicions would force Lena to choose.
But he was also unsettled - it was an odd location. To any casual reader, it would simply be a random picture on the street, the two perhaps on the way to get a cup of coffee. But he knew they were just feet away from the Tower. A location that, according to Alex Danvers, Kara had no awareness of.
He stared, and stared. Would Lena be so foolish to ask Kara to meet there?, he thought, knowing the Luthor was too smart to make such a casual mistake.
That’s when his already-jetlagged brain began to scan Kara again. The blonde hair. The emphatic voice. The way she fiddled with her glasses. The way Lena flirted with her, just like- 
Wait, William thought, startling awake with a shot of adrenaline. Wait, WHAT?!
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It was early morning when Lena took her seat at a lab bench, her mind still swimming from William’s observation the day before. Have I really been that obvious?, she wondered to herself. Does Kara know? And if she does, she hasn’t said anything because… 
Lena put her face in hands. God, I hope I haven’t been making a fool of myself.
“Are you okay?” came a voice.
Lena’s head popped up, finding Kara wandering into her lab, a hint of concern highlighting the blonde’s face. “Your heartbeat is fast,” Kara said, “I just came over to - to see if something was wrong.”
“I’m fine,” Lena said, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
“Lena,” Kara said, taking a seat next to Lena, pulling her into a hug. “Lena, I’m here.”
Lena sighed, relaxing into Kara’s arms. What am I so afraid of?, she thought to herself. That Kara doesn’t feel the same way? That our friendship will change? While the first was the only likelihood Lena could really see, the second… just didn’t seem like a real possibility. 
Lena pulled back from the hug, gazing into Kara’s face. Didn’t we learn we should be honest so long ago?, she thought. Even when it’s hard? “William… said choose,” Lena said slowly, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks, “Between Kara and Supergirl.”
“Choose?” Kara said, confused.
“I’ve, er,” Lena swallowed harshly. “I’ve apparently been flirting. With both of you.”
Kara’s eyes widened. “On purpose?”
“No…”
“Oh.”
She sounds… disappointed?, Lena thought, and she knew Kara could hear her heart beginning to pound a little faster. “I- I can do it on purpose? If you want.”
And this time Lena felt a growing joy in watching Kara flush. “I’d like that. And, um,” Kara paused, shifting shyly. “Maybe after we do that for a while, I can ask you on a date?”
Lena smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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This idea has been floating around in my head for a while. I did do a 9-word fic for it - but then I figured hey, may as well write out the full thing.
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kiwisa · 1 year
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busted ✩ cl16
Charles Leclerc x Fem! Wolff! Reader
IN WHICH... charles leclerc becomes toto wolff's nemesis.
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user1 i just know the mercedes admin is fighting for their life trying to salvage this mess
user1 mercedes said "you saw nothing 👁️👁️"
user1 they dug up the only pic they had of her y/n is not a blonde anymore jdkshjslkd i cant
user4 "quick act natural guys"
yourusername so glad to be here!
⤷ user5 girl we both know you're not in england rn
user6 deuxmoi works hard but mercedes admins work harder
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⤷ COMMENTS
Anonymous RIP Charles. I would've loved to see you become a WDC. Sad you had to leave us so soon. Fly high angel 👼
Anonymous I so hope DTS will include this in their next season
Anonymous Oh they are dating DATING 👀 like full making out in public. Not disappointed nor surprised.
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user1 in times like this, toto not having social media is in fact a great thing
susie_wolff You're both so cute!
⤷ yourusername thank you susie i love you 🥺
user2 i don't know if i want to be charles or y/n
netflix DTS S6 moment? 👀
user3 they're living their best lives while toto is definitely having a mental breakdown
lewishamilton traitor.
⤷ yourusername blocked. i don't have time for your negativity.
user4 i love them your honor
user5 they look so good together wth
charles_leclerc i love you mon amour ❤️
⤷ yourusername and i loved you too ❤️
⤷ charles_leclerc loved?
⤷ yourusername im practicing for when my dad kills you :)
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karalija · 4 months
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Hodari from the game Palia by singularity 6!
“ You’re a sight for sore eyes darlin’.”
I wonder if S6 can see how many times I chat him up in a row just to hear his voice call me darlin’ over and over again. 🤔🤔🤔 especially his line above and the infamous “ Keep my name on your lips darlin’.” line. LAWD have MERCY.
Great song for him is “My Soul” by Thrice: https://open.spotify.com/track/3ilLbGFYml8Fe5pkRvhcxW?si=XZ1SAvaxQOCvyVM8WSPk7Q
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