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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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#this is usually my brain all the time i hope you know #i don't care. if sanji is a gender. another gender. if he doesn't do genders #he is. so trans #'what is your gender' / 'anything except what my father chose for me'#that's it that's the whole thing #one piece #black leg sanji

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cthulhusstepmom · 4 months

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Four Times Hootsie Ran Away to Join the Circus

There’s a certain hustle and bustle that comes with being the most important person at the Carnivalé, or so Hootsie has come to learn while observing her father. There’s always one thing or another that pops up and rears its unpleasant head. Whether it be the other people that work for him or the many beasts that he cares for. Today that was talk of an Oliphaunt, a word that made her Dad incredibly excited so it had to be a good thing. Unfortunately it seemed to be one of those good things that meant a lot of work, which translated to a lot of time spent playing with her fly-pad while her father directed the hands about. Though there seemed to be a problem with Uncle Kremy, the details of which are lost on Hootsie, but some form of one sided argument wherein her dad is too busy bouncing with excitement to listen to words like “wrong account” and “fucking sales tax Gricko”(oops a bit late on the ear muffs there).

So at the very least it was a good day, which is never a bad thing, bad days aren’t fun; but, something Hootsie has learned in the wisdom of her(from her point of view) impressive age, is that good days can be just as un-fun as bad days if there was nothing to do. So in the spirit of making a good-but-un-fun day into a good-and-very-fun-day Hootsie took the liberty to slip under the loose flap of the beast tent and out into the grassy area where all of the horses grazed. Taking no mind of the panicked whickers and snorts of the fickle ponies, she sets her beak to the breeze and treads up the worn path out to the stand of trees currently obscuring the staff wagons from view.

The air of the Carnivalé carries with it a bombardment of different smells. It’s always overwhelming whenever they set up at a new location, adjusting from the relatively constant scent of the carnies and the wagons, their beasts of burden and their cargo, but they’ve been here a few days and already her brain has worked to filter the new sensory input to make it more manageable; such that it’s a simple task to zero in on the deep aroma of parchment and canvas and something distinctly feline. An even simpler one to follow it.

Uncle Frosty has shared space with her and her Dad for as long as she could remember. Whether it be tents or tavern rooms or most recently their nice wagon, where one is the other follows. They balance each other, Hootsie thinks. The stoic tiger and her effusive father, one always preventing the other from swinging too far into their respective extremes. Both kind hearted and wise beyond their years, each in his own way. Though she is just a little owlbear so really who is she to say.

Regardless it is he who sits calmly in the center of the small space, legs crossed and eyes shut on a small mat he keeps with his many meticulously organized belongings. Hootsie tries hard not to make a sound and disrupt the serene atmosphere but she trips on a half carved block of wood and triggers a concentrated avalanche of clothes and band memorabilia from the interwoven clutter of her father’s side of the room. Thankfully it all finds its own way to the floor carefully and in a much neater fashion than it had previously been, due in large part she suspects to the mind magic she has come to associate with her Uncle. Her suspicions are confirmed when she feels a gentle not-quite-there pressure scratching behind her ear accompanied by the crisp scent of chilly mountain air.

“I apologize I don’t have any rat snacks for you right now, but if you will wait until I am finished meditating perhaps we can go and find some.”

Offering an affirmative Chirr in response, Hootise moves to a plush owlbear bed(definitely not just a big dog bed) set against the wall. Old and worn, with more patches than original fabric, the bed is nonetheless plump and slightly overstuffed as she circles three times before laying her head down on her paws. More often than not she just sleeps in bed with her Dad but he says it’s important for her to have her own space as she grows up(even if it does take up almost a quarter of the floorspace of their wagon).

Uncle Frosty had tried to explain the concept of his meditation to her before, something about emptying your mind and becoming at peace with the universe, but truth be told she had just nodded until he gave her a rat. Regardless, it's more peaceful than the chaos of the beast tent and her toys are here: an army of little wooden figurines her Dad had made her: detailed carvings of all of the characters from Sea Cucumber Robert Rectangle Trousers, an ever expanding cast of monsters each of which her father had named and taught her the significance of, and a wooden representation of her strange family(though to a little previously orphaned owlbear it’s not that strange at all), complete with a painstakingly accurate Hootsie made of aromatic pine.

Later, one Gricko Grimgrin rushes about the Carnivalé in a state of utter panic. Searching for his wayward adorable-lovely-perfect daughter. In all of the excitement of being waylaid by Kremy and then almost trampled by an agitated Oliphaunt he’d somehow lost track of her and after searching the entirety of the beast tent, the big top, and the rigged games he’ll admit he’s started to lose his famed collected and indifferent demeanor.

“Hootsie! Hootsie! Hootsie, where are you?” Not pausing for so much as an answer, the flustered goblin continues rushing through the rows of canvas and out towards the collection of brightly painted wagons. Bursting through a green and red painted door he shouts: “Frosty you gotta come quick! Hootsie is missing and I can’t find her anywhere!”

“Careful Gricko, you’re about to cross the picket line.” A cool voice cautions.

Taking a moment to examine the scene in front of him, he sees a variety of wooden figures placed purposefully about the room. On Frosty’s side of the rug stands little wooden Kremy and Gideon and, is that Necky? As well as (he thinks) Mr. Lobster and the sea cucumber himself under a building made of stacked books. Outside, a line of figures hold tiny parchment-scrap signs, at their forefront being tiny birch Frost and Hootsie. Speaking of; his daughter herself sits, enraptured by the tableau, a paper beside her covered in colorful scribbles under a pristinely penned headline reading ‘Notes’.

“We’re learning about ethical labor practices.”

“Uh-huh. You know the last time I brought that up I woke up in the back of the wagon on the way to a farm.”

#just wanted to write Hootsie bonding with all of her uncles #that's it that's the whole thing #(next chapter is Gideon)#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #gricko grimgrin #morning frost #hootsie grimgrin #fanfic #cthulhu's stepmom

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icajax · 1 month

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jax's rules for appearing sane on tumblr:

1. don't reblog posts arguing against takes i've never seen someone actually have

#that's it that's the whole thing #i could go into more detail #this was prompted by a clever strategy used for notes on polls #but really that's it #jax speaks

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paramounticebound · 1 year

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|| a random thing for @lettherebemonsters / Lore!

“You listen to Metallica?”

#lettherebemonsters #verse: a sun that never sets (main.)#that's it that's the whole thing #khan: what's your favorite album #sdfkldjsf i have something more serious for lore in my drafts i promise #x: YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME SLEEP (queue.)

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s-lycopersicum · 2 months

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#i've seen this reposted so many times #often missing pieces and never in its entirety #and the timestamps too the timestamps are important #going by the xkcd ten thousand rule i wonder how many people have never seen the whole thing #original #art #twitter:paxiti

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great-and-small · 4 months

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Do y’all wanna hear about some absolutely crazy shit going down in the birding world right now

#it’s a whole thing #would be a long ass post

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adventures-in-poor-planning · 11 months

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Today I saw a pic of a baby cowbird next 2 its nest "parent" and it was so much bigger!!!!! Which is the sort of thing that gets normal people upset about the injustice of nest parasitism but makes *me* worry if baby cowbirds get bird dysmorphia

#they are SO MUCH BIGGER its just like. do you think they get confused by the whole thing?#... maybe thats enough birds for today #animal friends

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disc80s · 5 months

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#is being predisposed to having depression/general feeling of sadness through your whole life an actual thing?#or do I just have undiagnosed high functioning depression #txt

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seaquestions · 1 month

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🔪 so grab a plate, have a taste, 这口味让我陶醉! i'm still preying on a butcher's vein—

[ID: a piece of dungeon meshi fanart. on the left are five panels showing a closeup of a character's eye with the hourglass-shaped pupil of the demon: from top to bottom they are the winged lion, mithrun, thistle, marcille & laios. the background, extending to the right, is abstract veins, intestines, feathers & checkerboards. text above, lyrics from butcher vanity - flavor foley, reads:

"The slaughter's mine Oh, blood and viscera divine Preserved and primed Each muscle divvied up to dine And in the high, 我存在 Tasting 血淋淋的爱 I'll devour all of you in time" End ID.]

#dungeon meshi #laios touden #marcille donato #mithrun #thistle dungeon meshi #the winged lion #niksartstuffs #drew this whole thing in the 2hrs or so since i found this song haha #dungeon meshi spoilers #<- wooops hey sorry i forgor that its not already over for some of you.

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angelsdean · 10 months

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me whenever i see /pos and /hj: why are you calling me a piece of shit and what do handjobs have to do with any of this :/

#this is joke. light-hearted or /lh if you will #but fr there's GOT to be a better way to indicate these things. esp the /pos one #like i'd rather ppl just write out the whole word it's only a few more letters #vic.txt

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bananonbinary · 3 months

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for ages i thought i didnt like drag because of internalized homophobia but it turned out i just don't like bright lights and loud music and really visually complicated things

spd is homophobic i guess is what im saying

#i fucking hate live shows of any sort #every time my dad dragged me to one as a little kid i was miserable the whole time #i like to consume things from a tiny rectangle on my computer screen and nothing bigger than that

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blazeball · 8 months

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i just rediscovered the pelican spider. give me 1-2 business days to stop laughing at how they're shaped and ill be normal again

#i have a skewed perspective on what makes a creature weird looking on account of being a bug fan #but this thing is so funny to look at its just so ridiculous #and it lives its whole life like this. that's awesome #quincy.txt #inverts

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artkaninchenbau · 3 months

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A h-heartfelt reunion..?

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#Sir Crocodile #Monkey D Dragon #Emporio Ivankov #Dragodile #Crocodad #My art #One Piece #We're not gonna talk about the work I should be doing rn I have Severe Procrastinitis and I'm doing my best okay #Alternative version where it was both Crocodile and Garp beating Dragon's ass before Iva-chan joined in but that was too much effort lmao #I'm a believer in Dragon being a Wind Logia so don't worry guys he is 100% taking this beating intentionally #He knows what he did and he's dealing with the concequences of his actions. With grace.#You know I realize Iva-chan should be two whole meters taller than Crocodile but we're just gonna ignore that #Look Iva-chan taking Crocodile's side and being like ''Crocoboy is right you fucked up bad Dragon'' brings me joy #And for real I've been wanting to draw this for months. But never did because I had other shit to do. Which I still do #But. You know. Sometimes you need to draw a shitpost. It's ✨ self-care ✨#And appearently One Piece shitpost comics have become the thing I draw for myself on occassion

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oars · 8 months

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#i feel like tge fact im apprehensive about posting this is kinda proving my point #the way everyone talks about both weight gain and weight loss is just horrendous #like idek if i could fit all i wanna say in here especially while im at work but #i so badly wish people could be normal about weight gain and talking about it #its like if youre not in some constant state of wanting to lose weight people want to kill you #god forbid you want to put on weight to feel more comfortable in your body outside of muscles and a butt #fatphobia is a given thats a whole other few paragraphs #im grateful i have mutuals and friends who are normal but ill have or hear these convos and go #ok i feel sick. why do i feel this way why do you feel that way.#anyways i think fatphobia is one of the worst things to ever happen

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saints-who-never-existed · 9 months

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“In the war film, a soldier can hold his buddy—as long as his buddy is dying on the battlefield. In the western, Butch Cassidy can wash the Sundance Kid’s naked flesh—as long as it is wounded. In the boxing film, a trainer can rub the well-developed torso and sinewy back of his protege—as long as it is bruised. In the crime film, a mob lieutenant can embrace his boss like a lover—as long as he is riddled with bullets.

Violence makes the homo-eroticism of many “male” genres invisible; it is a structural mechanism of plausible deniability.”

–Tarantino’s Incarnational Theology: Reservoir Dogs, Crucifixions, and Spectacular Violence. Kent L. Brintnall.

#Another day another quote that's been rattling around in my head for an age #Which again sums things up better than I ever could #And of course it's not just about the physical deterioration at the end of the story allowing for intimacy #The idea permeates the whole show #Tozer holding Heather as his exposed brain freezes on the deck #Crozier and Hickey reaching a state of psychological intimacy but only through the violence of the lash #You could argue a link between Hickey and Goodsir too through the intimacy and violence inflicted on Irving #Both his killing and his autopsy #The Terror #The Terror AMC #Meta

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smokestarrules · 9 months

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gotta say I am a huge sucker for how Adventure Time will sometimes just cut to Princess Bubblegum doing something extremely morally dubious like cutting off a tiny person’s limbs with scissors and then sticking those arms and legs onto another tiny person’s limb stumps but then she'll turn around and go like "Good morning, Finn! Are you ready for a sploinking day?" and whatever atrocities she had just been committing will Never be brought up again.

#whenever I watched parts of this show when I was younger marceline was my fav character but now that im actually going through the whole #thing for the first time it is So easily bubblegum #she is a war criminal she is a lesbian she is Never Going to Die #WHAT a character #the fucken worst. everyone hates her at some point in time and its deserved. she has no idea what good and bad are and I Love her #adventure time #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #smokey speaks #500 #1k #10k #20k

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