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moondoposting · 2 years
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erica schultz and david lopez giving me EVERYTHING I WANT
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secret santa gift for @frandomly-trash!!
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storge · 5 months
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You're finally awake.
Story of Kunning Palace (2023)
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funky-bird · 4 months
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Merry Christmas to ME SPECIFICALLYYYYYYYYYYY
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sbeana · 2 months
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i have always loved Norman Rockwells version of Rosie the Riveter far better than the original one by J Howard Miller. She looks so much more like the women working during World War 2, and the fact that her pose is based off of Michelangelo's David is so fun. like lets fucking go rosie. eat that ham sandwich
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ionlytalktodogs · 1 year
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I love it when men look like women and women look like men
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kof-xiii · 1 year
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Unemployed (baby)
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meganechan05 · 7 months
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Unwavering Judge & Selfish Queen
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pineapplecrushface · 10 months
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WIP, Buck/Eddie comfort fic
He grew drowsy fast, but his eyes kept opening after he nodded off. He woke with a jerk for at least the tenth time and realized he was holding onto Buck’s arm and slowly, absently rubbing the sleeve of his hoodie between his fingers.
“Man, you really don’t like to fall asleep,” Buck said. “Come here.”
He shifted and pushed until Eddie was facing him and then pulled him in tight, totally surrounded by Buck, exactly where he wanted to be.
“You okay with this?” Buck asked. “You were pretty comfortable before.”
“Mmm,” he said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, because he was already eighty percent—no, ninety-nine percent—asleep.
The next morning he woke in a haze of contentment, warm all the way to his bones and so comfortable he never wanted to move. Buck’s arms were still looped around him and he was drooling into his pillow, and Eddie—Eddie was using Buck as a pillow. Or, he realized with no small amount of horror, more like an entire bed. In fact, one could make the argument—and he was sure Buck would—that Buck was not the sleep octopus, Eddie was.
“Oh no,” he whispered.
“Ssssh.” Buck tightened his arms. “No alarm, shut up.”
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“Poor Eddie,” Hen said. “Finally fell victim to the sleep octopus.”
“Yeah, how did you manage to escape it so far?” Chimney asked. “You’ve never slept next to Buck before?”
“Just lucky, I guess,” he said, trying to smile. He looked up at Buck, certain he was going to rat him out, but Buck just stretched and grinned.
“You guys are just too comfortable,” he said.
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spotsupstuff · 10 months
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That explanation that Tinkerer is the reincarnation of Sparrow is beautiful and sad at the same time. The sorrow and despair in Euros hits hard, specially in that last drawing I love how we can see the lenses accenting the emotions. That Euros ask Tinkerer to detonate the Crypt of Sparrow makes me wonder if the Memory Crypts connected to the Iterators? And if they have access to what is inside of them?
thank you! i had a lot of fun writing that, honestly. n fuckin around with how Euros should look and act so late into his life- he's exclusively a baby n not all that fully developed during Sparrows' time, so seeing how he is over two thousand years later is Fun
i imagine that the Memory Crypts are mostly separate things! the Iterators probably can unlock them somehow from outside, possibly with Overseers, but the reason why Sparrows' bothers Euros so much is just by its presence
the Memory Crypt isn't her grave. that's not where his Sparrows is resting- that would be back in her farm district, right next to her father and her other family members
Three Sparrows' Memory Crypt was erected and created without the consent of her or her family a week after her death. it's a grandiose box with a stolen name assigned to it, with the possessions within it also stolen. the story detailing her life at the entrance was rewritten to fit the standards of the Ales' Houses. Three Sparrows on a Wire was of a higher circle, tall and slim, with round teeth and elegant attitude, sporting serious expression every second of a day. she was well spoken, always professional, composed and working on her spiritual journey as is proper. may her next life clean her further.
they made up a completely different person, slapped her name on it and then shoved this fake thing underneath Euros to kiss up his feet in death just like all other citizens of Ales
for over Two Thousand Years he had to bear its existence there. the acidic disrespect to his dearest feels like a vile pack of the Rot that never moves, never grows, but always chips away at him. the fact that his body will one day crush it when he collapses is the only thing he finds comforting about the process of rotting he's going through
he wants that thing **Dead** and **Gone**
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xannerz · 6 months
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Tried to squeeze in some doodling on the little quiet time I’ve gotten on vacation lmao
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catholickedd · 7 months
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hi! my pronouns until i next indicate otherwise are they/them :)
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holdoncallfailed · 1 year
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blah blah rupaul problematic blah blah drag race corporate blah blah well i think it's fun. i like how repetitive and predictable and colorful it is i find it so comforting...it's like cocomelon to me
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retrokid616 · 10 months
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KISS!
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vonlipvig · 6 months
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OH SHIT THE AUCTION IS COMING BACK LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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elegyofthemoon · 3 months
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kicking around i dont WANT to be a functional human being!!!!!! i wanna go to penacony >:((((((((
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