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fuckyeahgoodomens · 11 months
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"You know what it's like when you don't know anything at all, and yet you're totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person."
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A dinner with candles and wine after 'lift home'?👀❤
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cyanwyrmy · 9 months
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Lift!!!
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rhysespuff · 9 months
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Eddies Big Lift !
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Finally finished this little comic about eddies big lift.
What if he would have lifted Frank? 👀 I really liked the idea of it and so I drew it XD and I still hate shading.
Eddie who’s lifting up Frank while Frank is blushing like crazy XD and Julie just being her happy self (I could imagine her shipping Eddie and Frank to be honest :P)
Frank and Eddie are still one of my favourite ships because it’s so wholesome and I hope we all will see more of it and come up with new ideas.
I hope you guys like it.
Have a great day!
PS: I had to post that again because I noticed that it wasn’t really seen anywhere. I totally messed something up and I really don’t know what it was :´)
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katydoodles · 8 months
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My tribute to my head-canon that Azula and Aang would get high together
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I refenced a painting by Jack Vettriano called After Midnight, of a couple smoking on a couch.
IT WAS HOT AND I AM WEAK
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p4nishers · 8 months
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girls (gn) when "And as a young man blessed to pass so many road signs/And have my foreign ear made fresh again on each unlikely sound/But feel at home, hearin' a music that few still understand" and "In some town that just means 'Home' to them/ With no translator left to sound"
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ough... lesbiams....
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Have to lift that last person!
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wishfulsketching · 4 months
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Owen needs more love
Soft, polite and knows how to cook? Nice!
Big? Hell yeah!!!
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maretriarch · 14 days
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Just in time for 4/13 here's the second line of my r63 dolls, this time CREEPover themed with bonus accessories! in an ideal world they would come in adorable recuperacoon shaped packaging. and probably a sopor slime making kit because kids love slime. which one are YOU picking up from your local Goreget today?
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morrigan-sims · 5 months
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who said death was the end of the line?
or, all hail the lich-queen!
I've been fucking around with homebrewing things for DnD, and I ended up homebrewing a female Vecna, and then I got the idea to make a necromancer/lich sim, and things spiraled and here we are.
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jacenotjason · 6 months
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Eddie's Big Lift!
(Opposite AU edition!)
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VV Script VV
JULIE: [Said with laughter in her words] Well it’s.. a hilarious idea, Frank, I’ll give you that. But I just don’t believe it’s possible!
FRANK: No, it’s true! I swear, I swear!
BARNABY: [whispering with concern as he walks outside, limping without his caine.] What on Earth is going on out here?
FRANK: Oh, hi, Barnaby! I thought today was reshelf-ing day!!
BARNABY: [softly] It's, reshelving, Frank.. and reshelving day needs a quiet atmosphere.. How could anyone reshelf with you guys bickering so loudly?
JULIE: [still laughing] Our most idiotic Frank here insists that the local mailman is enough of a unit to lift every! Single! Neighbor! In the neighborhood!
BARNABY: [With the tone of someone who’s heard this before, and is concerned] Oh, Frank, not this again..
FRANK: It’s true, it’s true! Barnaby You’ve seen it too!
BARNABY: Now.. Eddie is very capable what with carrying all his packages and such around, but--
FRANK: [Loudly Interrupting] So you agree!!
BARNABY: I did not say-- Frank, our neighborhood includes the likes of Me, Poppy and Home, no one could--
FRANK: [Triumphantly shouting] EDDIE! CAN! LIFT! A! HOOOUUUSSSEEE!!
BARNABY: [Whimper of fear that becomes muffled as he covers his face]
JULIE: Well, I can’t accept such a boast without proof.
FRANK: Oh, I can prove it! Look, here comes Eddie now! Watch this!
BARNABY: [sound of realization] No, wait, Frank-
EDDIE: [as monotone as always] Mail’s here. I’ve got- oh no.
FRANK: [Overlapping him, running off in his direction] EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE, CATCH ME! QUICK! CATCH ME!
[Sound of packages hitting the ground and Eddie grunting slightly as he catches Frank.]
FRANK: TA-DAA!! See? See??
JULIE: [Dismissively, with a scoff] Oh come on, that’s barely an accomplishment! I could lift you Frank! Sally could lift you.
BARNABY: [still worried] Yes, I could probably lift you if sufficiently motivated, Frank.
FRANK: [Hmph’s] And yet you two never play “throw-Frank-up-in-the-air-as-hard-as-you-can-and-see-where-he-lands” with me!
BARNABY: [voice cracking with worry] We’ve talked about this, Frank! I didn’t want you to get hurt-
JULIE: [cutting off Barnaby] Well, I’m not convinced. Eddie, [snapping of her fingers], here!
EDDIE: I ain’t a dog, Julie.
JULIE: I just- [quick gasp as shes lifted suddenly] Ah-!
EDDIE: [still monotone as he lifts Julie above his head] voila.
JULIE: A warning would've been nice you ass. [a small, monotone, "ow" from Eddie as she playfully kicks him.] But, I’m still not convinced.
Eddie: [incredibly sarcastic] Oh no. I'm devastated. [drops Julie] Julie: Wait- ['OOF' as shes dropped onto the path] you ass!
FRANK: [overlapping Julie's unceremonious fall and cursing] BARNABY NEXT! BARNABY NEXT!!
EDDIE: Alrighty.
BARNABY: No!
EDDIE: Why not?
FRANK: [said at the same time as Eddie, but much louder] WHY NOOOOT!!
BARNABY: I will not let you hurt yourself attempting to lift me into the air, Eddie! I’d feel terrible!
BARNABY: [gasp of delight] Oh- look! Wally and Poppy! Hello!
POPPY: What’s up? How did the ground taste, Julie?
WALLY: Hi, Barnaby. Hi, Julie. Hi, Frank. Hi, Eddie. What are you--
FRANK: [interrupting Wally mid-greetings; he keeps going underneath his dialogue] EDDIE! LIFT WALLY INSTEAD!
EDDIE: Alright, c’mere little guy- hup!
WALLY: Oh, I’m up here now.
JULIE: [Scoffs] Oh please! Wally weighs 3 apples soaking wet! Watch, put him down.
EDDIE: And down you go.
WALLY: I’m on the ground again.
JULIE: And hup!!
[Another “ta-da!!” to signify her lifting Wally.]
WALLY: Oh, and now I’m up again.
POPPY: Life’s sure got its ups and downs, huh? [chuckling at her own joke] Uhh, but seriously, Cloudie, what’s this new game of yours?
FRANK: [excitedly explaining the situation to Poppy] It’s not a game, Poppy! I’m proving to Julie that Eddie can lift everyone in the neighborhood!
POPPY: Ohhh, why didn’t you say so? Eddie, ya shoulda started with me. Seein’ as I’m such a tiny li’l birdy and all.
EDDIE: [long sigh] ..fuckin.. okay.
POPPY: I mean, it wouldn’t be much harder than liftin’ a couple envelopes, huh? Pickin’ up a li’l girl like me. It’s hardly even worth showin’ off at this point, when you’ve already managed guys so much bigger! But might as well just so you can say honestly you’ve managed the full collection, right?
EDDIE: [groaning, the sound of a flask being taken out of his jacket and quickly swigged from] Mng, okay, c’mere.. I figure I can... Yeah, yup, here we-- [grunt of effort] Hup-- all right-- little more– shit–
POPPY: [under Eddie’s struggle] watch the talons hun.
[Big, forceful, weightlifter-style exhale as he gets Poppy lifted; little “woah-ho-ho!” from Poppy.]
FRANK: [overlapping others] YEE-EES!!
JULIE: [overlapping others, little applause] Hell yeah!
BARNABY: [overlapping others, gasp of fear, his voice muffled behind his paw] oh Mary please..
WALLY: [overlapping others] Oh, now Poppy’s up there.
[One solid beat. Then, sound of Eddie collapsing and taking Poppy down with him, with a loud “OOF!” from both of them. A terrified yip from Barnaby]
POPPY: Ahah! Holy crap, I don’t even have a joke about that! That was awesome! You okay, Ed?
EDDIE: [Groan, sarcasm in his normal monotone as he speaks into the dirt] Oh yes, just fuckin peachy, augh..
JULIE: I still say it’s just passable. Ma, get over here! I bet I can lift you over my head and carry you to Sally’s window to show her!
POPPY: [snort-laugh] Yeah, all right.
BARNABY: [gasping in fear] NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. I’m ending this right now!
FRANK: Oooh, let’s go see if Eddie can lift Howdy next! We can save Home for the big finish!! Sally can watch from her window!
JULIE: Not if I can lift them first!! [her voice becomes distant as she continues to talk, fading until shes not heard anymore] I bet Howdy weighs less because his heart is so empty! Jackass won’t even see it coming. I bet I can carry Home all the way to…
POPPY: Well, I know what I’m doin’ with the rest of my day. C’mon, li’l buddy, let’s catch this party!
WALLY: Eddie’s going to lift up Home? That’s the most. We can go to Howdy’s together and Home can pick out his own hot dog.
EDDIE: Ain’t the first time I spent the day on the dirt path. [spoken in the dirt, his voice muffled]
[Long beat. Just Eddie and Barnaby are left.]
BARNABY: [soft, concerned voice of a father] Oh, Eddie..
EDDIE: What? [his voice louder as he lifted his head from the dirt]
BARNABY: [small chuckle of delight, then whispers] Thank you for entertaining Frank.
EDDIE: ..I don’t know what you’re talking about.
BARNABY: I just think its funny.. If anyone else had asked you to lift people up you wouldn’t have done it, hm? EDDIE: [laugh] Tch. [groan as he attempts to stand] Alright, yeah.. Figured Frank would get a good laugh out of that..
BARNABY: A good laugh? [the sound of struggle as he lifts Eddie to his feet] I think you made his day, Edward. You, quite literally, bent over backwards for him.
EDDIE: [an unusual sound of joy in his voice] Yeah.. well.. Frank makes mine. It’s the least I can do. [the sound of him brushing the dirt off his clothes]
BARNABY: I’m sure he’d be happy to hear that.
Eddie: [a sigh of defeat] mm..
BARNABY: Well, I’m going to go inside and get my caine so I can join everyone else without limping all day.. I’ll see you in a second.
EDDIE: seeya.. [silence as Barnaby walks away, a few sounds of dirt being kicked around by Eddie]
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 11 months
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MICHAEL!!!
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m0tiv8me · 7 months
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💥TANK TOP TUESDAY💥
Who’s rocking a tank top today, join the march!
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ritz-writes · 6 months
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im acutally going crazy over any time crowely's voice goes soft. specifically the "it burned down... remember?"
he doesnt want to say it again. not only because of the shiny new trauma he has with the memory, but because he doesnt want to remind aziraphale that its gone. he doesnt want to watch aziraphale's face to fall as he remembers the bookshop—his shop, his home for over two centuries—is gone. its burned down; the building, his chairs, his books, his memories, all of it.
but he has to. so he says it gently. it cant take away the pain, but he can lessen the blow, if a fractional amount at least. he reminds him softly, but doesnt give aziraphale time to spiral.
"you can stay at my place? if you like?"
he says it just as gently, just as soft. its an offer he's never given, a line theyd never crossed before. its new and its scary, but hey, it was almost the end of the world and they might die tomororw. what did they have to lose?
so he offers with a kindness to his tone only ever reserved for aziraphale alone, and even then only shown on rare occurrences. only when he knows the angel is close to breaking. he reminds aziraphale whats been lost, but also reminds him that hes not alone. he still has crowley.
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ambiartcreations · 26 days
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corrodedcoughin · 9 months
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Pre-relationship Steddie exchanging mix tapes for each other with pining, lovesick songs over and over again on each side. Handing them over to each other with hopes the other person will Pick Up On The Messages.
Eddie having corroded coffin over that night as a distraction from thinking about Steve listening to The Tape. It’s a pretty normal night except Eddie is crouching on the couch biting his nails and hissing, so actually yeah it’s a normal night. But the guys can tell something is up so Gareth and Jeff start rifling through Eddie’s tapes, hoping that some music will chill him out or get him hyped or just anything that isn’t what he’s doing right now. Ian is sitting by him and trying to start a conversation but it’s a fool’s errand.
So the tape goes in and the music starts and it feels like maybe Eddie will relax. But as the first song goes into the second he freezes. Stares wide eyed. Shushes everyone. Demands gareth skip to the next song, then the next. Oh no. Oh no.
Eddie grabs Jeff by the arm ‘Jeff. Dude. Please. Please tell me what’s written on the tape you put on’ wide eyed and unblinking.
‘Uh I don’t know man. Gareth get the tape out, yeah?’ Jeff asks with a blatantly confused face. And of course Gareth acquiesces, deciding not to escalate the situation for once in his life which Eddie is very grateful for.
And the tape? The tape is the Steve tape. The one Steve was supposed to have. Which is fine. Absolutely fine! It’s okay! Eddie can explain this away. He can, he’ll get his one back and it’ll be fine. Whatever is on the casette steve has can’t be that bad, it just can’t be.
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The next day Eddie goes to family video. Plays it cool, hopes to earn a smile out of Steve. Maybe a laugh if he’s lucky. Only Steve’s kind of jumpy? Normally he gives a wave and a wink that he’s Eddie struggling to stay upright. This time? This time he’s struggling to make eye contact and blushing? Weird. Maybe he’s sick. Eddie should make him soup.
‘Hey Steve. Stevie. Stev-o’ he’s at the counter now, tapping on it trying to hide his nerves. And Steve is smiling at him, properly smiling, this is nice. Steve should always be smiling.
‘I listened to the tape’ Steve says with a bashful giggle and Eddie loves the way it sounds falling from Steve’s lips. With new found courage eddie continues ‘Actually, about that…any chance I could have my casette back? I want to give it to Gareth.’ Eddie spent far too long on his perfect Steve mix, he will not let it go unheard. If he has to lie to get The Mix To Win Steve in that boys beautiful hands by god he will.
‘Gareth?!’ Steve’s smile drops instantly. Mood souring and expression turning hurt, almost bitchy ‘yeah sure, whatever. Thought we were making tapes for each other but whatever’
Confused by the sudden change Eddie carries on carefully ‘oh yeah, but I gave you the wrong one. That was for Gareth. For all of the guys actually. This one’ Eddie fishes the casette out of his pocket ‘this one is for you’ and slides it across the counter.
‘For…for all of them? You want to give that tape to all of the guys?’ Steve only looks more confused
‘Yeah man, why wouldn’t I? They are my guys!’ Eddie continues, trying to dispel this weird atmosphere. Before he can go any further Robin calls Steve into the store room, something about a stacking tower emergency and Steve is off, a dejected wave thrown at Eddie as Eddie walks out the door.
Weird. Very weird.
Nonetheless eddie hops into his van ready to drive home and start the process of Worrying About What Steve Will Think all over again. Curiosity gets the better of him though and he sticks the mistake casette into the player of the van, expecting a normal metal guitar riff to play out. What he gets? Is far, far worse
Trumpets.
Snare drums.
Oh
Oh no
Oh god
Then the signing starts. And Eddie knows. Eddie fucking knows that this tape only has one song on it. Repeated. On both sides. Over and over again. And Steve thinks. Oh Jesus what does Steve think. What DID Steve think? Eddie pulls over and sinks his head into the steering wheel until the horn drowns out the music of Monty python.
🎶 Sit on my face and tell me that you love me
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too
I love to hear you oralize
When I'm between your thighs
You blow me away
Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you
I'll sit on your face and then I'll love you truly
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine
If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places
And play, 'til we're blown away 🎶
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