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r0bee · 10 months
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JUST WATCHED THE SEASON 1 PROMO AND THE WAY THEY CHOSE TO INTRODUCE DENNIS????
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hornyforashwilliams · 6 months
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Ash Williams drug psa
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onyxonline · 18 days
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Not my ass over here thinking that maybe space rider au Dogday is not a good flirt, but he's good at being earnest and genuine with his words, maybe its his over all demeanor that made many people crush on him, maybe its that fact that actually wins Z over...
Dogday may have fallen in love first, but Z falls harder.
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precalamity · 10 months
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this is so funny 2 me. its not gay!! he only uses his system for picking up men on one guy! its-- well, its his gay best friend. who. um. he likes to remotely stimulate the prostate of. uh. because he likes control. obviously.
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hepbaestus · 5 months
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Fit's birthday message for Tubbo
[start ID: two screenshots of a qsmp minecraft book:
Dear Tubbo,
I hope you enjoy your birthday. It's been a pleasure to see you be your neighbour. I've seen how much you've grown as a person since you came to the island, and I'm very proud of you.
Here's to our continued adventures.
Yours truly,
Don Huevo
El jefe
In Pelado
FitMC /EndID.]
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Which egg has read every single Warrior Cats book? (I need to know y’all’s opinion because I feel like multiple would)
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ohsunnyboy · 11 months
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to chase a dream | zhang hao ˚₊‧⁺˖
all your life, you and zhang hao have been chasing each other. you wonder here, if this is where your symphony ends.
TAGS: musician!au, gn!reader, rivals to lovers, angst with happy ending, suggestive!makeout
A/N: something about zhang hao called for dramatics so here i am (≧∇≦)ノ ! self-indulgent as usual :)
WORDS: ~1450, EXTRA: music info and terms here !!
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"That was wonderful playing earlier."
History doesn't even begin to describe what you have between you two.
Your friends could joke that there would be enough to write an opera. Star crossed and all. All about the virtuosos of violin and piano. Of Zhang Hao and you.
You want to hark it back to those fitful days in grade school. Full days of comparing sheet music, trying to one-up each other about the difficulty. Hao, and his too big violin case and you, trouncing him every talent show because his hands hadn't quite yet grown out of their stubbiness. The satisfaction in remembering those big whiny tears brings warmth to your soul.
Then, there came high school.
Oh, you loathe it; he doesn't. Not when his hands became a study in lines and grace. Envy would eat you alive if you had any less pride. But you weren't so above yourself to not look at him. Hard to not notice when he grows a head taller and of course, starts topping the local competitions only to shove it under your face.
Your parents loved it. Gave a reason to push you further and deeper into competitions and over the top galas. To push your fire against someone who was all finely diced ice. There was nothing you liked less when you wanted to live for the glory of the crowd, not medals and flowers.
Eyes followed you everywhere when he was in the picture. And yours always found his.
"Here to mock me?" you ask.
The laugh you draw is enchanting. "Never." And it's so sincere you might just believe it. "Just here to say my farewells."
The Winter Gala spins behind both of you: through a door, down some ornate stairs and into a pit of some thoroughly drunk musicians. From the balcony, only the trickles of laughter and music eke out the door. But you would hardly focus on that, not when Hao stands very plainly in front of you.
"Already? it's only an hour into reception." You twirl the champagne in your hand with consideration before you gesture him to come to where you lean on the balcony rail. "Thought you would stay to kiss ass with some of the others."
"Not this time. No, I mean..." The howl of the wind carries his unease. Traffic horns and gala laughter do nothing to smother whatever he tries to hide in his tone. You know him too well.
There's more than history between you two.
But whatever he says next has you rethinking everything. "I'm leaving, leaving. I won't be back in the country for a while so, here I am."
There's a moment where you think he's entirely pulling your leg. Pulling you along to another little joke at your expense. But you've known him your entire life at this point, and you’ve been through too much to realize that he’s not joking.
“… Am I the first to know?”
You count the beats and steady your breath. Years of this, all for what?
“Only Minghao-Ge and Junhui-Ge, and now you. But knowing them, they’ll be drunk enough tonight to let it slip,” he explains in this awfully fond tone. “Mark Lee from the LSO watched me perform at the showcase in July and scouted for me. I think he got on Junhui-Ge’s nerves with how much he emailed him.”
Medals and flowers. Smiles and bows. The curtain draws, where are you now?
"Congrats," you say after a second – watching nothing but your past fly by you. Despite the ache, you raise your glass. "Cheers," you smile and take a sip. Raising it into the moonlight and offering the glass to Hao for his own toast but he just shakes his head.
You pout. "Don’t like it?”
Instead, he takes the glass from you and settles it onto the edge. Pink dusts his cheeks as watches you from the corner of your eye. “Want to remember this.”
Heat flares to your cheeks at the weight of Hao’s words. A night to remember is one way to put it.
"So, when are you off to London?"
"This Monday."
You blink. "... That's fast."
"Why? You think you'll miss me?" and it's said with that smile of his. Infuriating and secret, so many layers of discourse that haunt you – it’s a memory that you'll take to the grave.
"Of course, it's you," you mutter, disgustingly honest with yourself. "It'll just be... quiet, without your excuse of music causing a riot." Honestly, you can barely hear Hao's chuckle when you're too stuck in your head to mind the charm in it.
You want to edge back into your comfort zone of easy quips, nothing serious but scathing wit. But nothing you say lights the fight that used to start so easy back when you two were younger. When your worries were small like the cars below.
A full look at his face is all you want to chance a glance for. What would you see? Remorse? Eagerness? Disappointment? You could read him like a book with a single glance, what’s stopping you now?
"What about you? are you going to stay in Singapore? I thought you'd be the one to chase excitement."
"I’ll chase whatever my parents dangle in front of me.” And the laugh he breathes is empty because you both know it’s bitter but true. Hao’s stood aside long enough to understand. So, when he sidles closer next to you it warms you more than they ever did. "Yixing-Ge told me he's also planning to leave for Boston, promised me that I'll get his seat when it happens."
"If it happens,” he teases.
"It’ll happen."
You nearly jump when you feel it. Hao’s warm hand on top of yours. It’s spindly and calloused, worn out in the way a weathered musician’s should be. It’s all you need to guide you back to where you are.
"I know you'll make it. Just make sure it's something you want.” Hao’s breath is right next to your ear. Clear as day and easy as a song. It’s so simple to say: take what you want.  
Blood in your ears, chest heaving, nothing to catch you when you fall but the discordant crash of keys.
It sounds like a melody.
"It's never going to be something I want."
"Then, what do you want?"
You.
Instead, you turn to face Zhang Hao. A challenge of a smile on your lips because you know where this ends.
To face the music, the crowd, the eyes that watch.
"What's it like? to chase a dream?" you ask.
Brutal, visceral, freeing. An infinite number of interpretations for one word.
The stage becomes your world, and the spotlight burns you alive. Pressure flays your skin even as your fingers glide across smooth keys and you hush your heaving breath. Running to your last page, heart in your hands, smearing red across white. There's no audience when you dream; you are your own critic, you are your own end, but your destiny is not you.
To chase a dream is to become raw.
"Like chasing you."
You hum low and satisfied. Carding a hand through Hao’s hair, you guide him down.
Kissing Zhang Hao feels like being on stage all over again. Being set on fire, skin flaying, blood rushing. It’s everything he isn’t, but everything you are.
You swallow his groan, biting across his lips as your hands trail down him. Everywhere you've wanted to touch feels unbearable. You want to chase this feeling: Hao's hands on your hips and cradling your jaw. Trailing his red ears and holding around his throat; it's little fires everywhere.
Distance doesn’t exist as you push into each other. Hao has you against the rail, hands cradling you like you’re his own instrument. Playing you to pluck you into satisfaction.
Years of us, made for this final movement.
This ache and greed that makes musicians like you two come alive. You know Hao as your years of black and white keys that haunt your dreams and make your reality. There isn’t a crevice in his mind you haven’t touched or a melody that he’s played where he never thought of you.
You hold Hao by the chin, determination set into your eyes and a chord of steel in your tone. "There better be a future for us – I’m not having you leave me here in your past.”
"Anything," he breathes against you. More than history. More than a future. Chasing your dream. "Anything for you."
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thanks so much for reading !! this was a tough one but i'm glad i wrote it ! if you enjoyed please like or reblog :D ⭒ masterlist
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showtoonzfan · 8 months
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Before Hazbin get greenlight by A24. Any thoughts?
100% not surprised Huskerdust is planned to be canon lol. Anyway, I know nothing is set in stone since this was just a pitch episode Bible before it got picked up, but I think it’s safe to say these pitches give us a good idea on what the show will be like. Despite Viv claiming the show would be story focused (what did I tell you, she’d get it backwards lol) these pitches are clearly more filler + character focused, so more of a character driven show with no overarching narrative. Seems like mainly Viv was going for a “wacky hijinks ensue” vibe for Hazbin, cause none of this gives me story driven, I wouldn’t be surprised if her vision for the structure was similar to Always Sunny in Philadelphia, since she loves that show and stated that the OG version of Hazbin was like it. It also seems that she’s doing the same thing she did with Helluva, where there’s a serialized A plot and a filler B plot, which….whoo boy that makes me scared, knowing how she writes this stuff in Helluva, we’ll see how that goes. 😬
It’s a nitpick but it also bothers me on how not ONE of these episodes actually have to do with redeeming a sinner…ya know, the main plot for the show? However I do know that normally the first seasons of a show tend to relax and be filler + character focused before it dives into the serialized stuff. Still, you could have gotten so many unique and funny scenarios with the idea of various sinners coming to the hotel.
It’s also clear that some of these episode concepts moved to Helluva lol, as well as the episode where Charlie has a meeting with the Deadly sins definitely won’t happen since Viv confirmed that they won’t appear in HH and only HB. There’s also an obvious cutoff, I’m assuming the “Issues” were the planned comics Viv had in mind before she scrapped them all entirely. However wouldn’t be surprised if the comic ideas went into the show too. Aside from that there’s nothing really wrong with this pitch, only giant thing noticeable is that it’s clearly more character/filler driven. No matter what the story is, I just hope Viv actually planned this shit out this time, instead of merely having loose concepts in her head and writing as she goes lol.
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s0urdoughs · 2 months
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thinking about rapid wg scenarios 🫠
I’m just a simple man you loves to see buttons pop, clothes rip, and belts burst
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realbeefman · 10 months
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exes who annoy the shit out of each other <3
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stygiy · 9 months
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🌦️🌦️🌦️
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novalizinpeace · 25 days
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#NOW I FEEL BAD FOR THE OUTCOME I HAVE PLANNED FOR HER
... What exactly is that outcome Nova-?
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you know 'm a angsty writter, right?
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laciedollblog · 5 months
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Rainbow High Slime Surprise 1st Wave
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grimm-haven · 1 month
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Meet Eirian Finley-Arcoberry. Diagnosed with communication development delay, little, sunny Eirian may stumble on her words but she sure doesn't stumble on her feet. She does, however, tire easily and breathe a little harder and deeper than normal. Still, she does not fail to put a smile on everyone's faces with her little bursts of energy and laughter everywhere she goes. Her easy temperament has lightened the load on her busy parents' shoulders. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said with her raven-headed twin. . .
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And Iliana Finley-Arcoberry. Iliana has always been a cautious child, skeptic of even the lemons her mother likes to force onto her (but she doesn't hesitate to bite her countless sleep-deprived babysitters' fingers). Of the two, she talks a lot more, speaks up quite a bit much, and argues nonsensically with everyone on everything - but that's how it is when your parents are busy and you get left behind with suspicious strangers, you end up wanting more attention, throwing more fits, and crying a lot more to get you both what you want. You become a bit of a fussy child.
Beginning of Lemon Gen // Previous // Next
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gardenofhope · 6 months
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kirbtober day 21 - favorite character[s]
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ghostboyhood · 2 months
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so i did that 'find your mental age' drawing thing, and drew the gang, wellll...
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they all go in order from 5-9..
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