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as a jesse stan first and human being second, el camino is making me tear up not even 10 minutes in
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saturdaysky · 1 year
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hunger is whatever shape the moonlight pulls your shadow into.
The cover and first two pages of a comic about Essek and touch, set just after episode 97 and the reveal of his treachery.
There are nine pages. I will post them in batches as I finish them, and each post will be updated with the links to the other pages. 💜
I've had this idea sketched out for several years (check out my user icon, which hasn't changed since I made this account 😉 ), and I am excited to finally sit down and finish it! Here's a close-up of the Rosohna and Xhorhaus panel on page 2.
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An absence is also a presence, no?
Poetry source is ONE SIDE OF AN INTERVIEW WITH THE GHOST OF MARVIN GAYE by Hanif Abdurraqib.
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uncanny-tranny · 8 months
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Shoutout to all the other adults who have acne or any other condition of the skin that you are expected to outgrow or "just deal with."
Adulthood isn't this magical time where everything just disappears, and the reality is that these skin conditions are largely genetic. It isn't your fault (nor your skin's fault) that you are an adult with different skin than other people. In fact, it's neutral (and even, dare I say, good!).
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phant0m-l0rd · 1 month
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My pictures of Dir En Grey in Paris, Day 1 (22.03.24)~
Day 2 pics here.
(my quick thoughts on the shows below the line)
I went to both Paris shows (VIP on day 1) and it was hands down the best experience of my life so far. So amazing beyond words. To not only meet my favourite band of all-time in the flesh, but to also watch them perform from the front row on the 1st day (and still very close to the stage on day 2) felt so surreal. Seeing them perform some of my favourite songs of all-time (including dead tree, my number 1 favourite song) was so overwhelmingly amazing I cried multiple times. I got acknowledgments from Die, Toshiya, and Kyo for screaming so loudly every time they came to our side of the stage, and I can't describe how affirming it felt. Since yall follow me on here, you know how much this band means to me, and especially Kyo. This man is my biggest inspiration in regards to both his music and his artistic self-expression. I've never been so inspired by a musician before; I've never been this obsessed with a band before. This was a dream come true, one that I never thought could happen. Thank you so much to this most incredible band. No band will ever come close for me.
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merlinmerlot · 6 months
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on my shit again (taking two side npcs that literally don't ever interact and shoving them together like dolls)
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hyakunana · 19 days
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I was yesterday years old when I realized I've been coloring my Exo wrong all this time — but instead of updating in game, I'm retconning my art
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themanifestingbrat · 1 year
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This is a reminder that you have all the answers within you.
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You don't need to ask what method to use, what's possible, or what's right or wrong.
If you truly believe you are GOD, you would begin to understand the power that comes with it.
You have the power to decide what works for you and what doesn't. You have the power to decide what's possible or impossible for you. You have the power to decide what's right or wrong in your reality.
Some of ya'll forget it is the law of ASSUMPTION, what you assume to be true will become true. (What may be true for others may not be true for you.)
At the end of the day, it all comes down to what you gave your power to.
Did you spend all day overconsuming information, doubting yourself, predicting worst case scenerio, maybe even sending hate to other bloggers 👀?
Or, did you live in your imagination when things got tough, repeat your affirmations, show gratitude for the things that are going right, and made sure to fulfill yourself?
Kill your old self. The self that chooses fear, confusion, frustration, and overthinking.
Give power to the new you and your world will reflect.
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thesoupisburning · 3 months
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right so you guys ever think about the spectre telling the narrator that hes more similar to her than to a person?
what "her" was she referring to? the fragment we call the spectre? the way he can only be perceived, not perceive himself? the ghost of him, the ghost of her? all of her?
im just. thinking. i always think about spectre. she has. a lot to say that i think is overlooked in favor of more common favorite routes like moment of clarity and the tower, but shes one of my favorites, and shes one of the only ones who SEES the narrator, save for wraith, who is. also her. or nightmare. and she says that hes not really a person. like her.
of course, that makes sense, we think shes a ghost and dead, so she is. but him. is the echo a ghost in the classical sense? is that what she meant? or are there layers?
she says he's not really like a person. what is a person to her? is she comparing the narrator to the "shards of broken glass on the floor" are her interactions with us and the voices the only "person" she knows?
i love love love when this game separates the narrator from us and our voices. i love it so much i think about it daily. props to tower for "layer of grime" that fucks so hard.
i don't have a thesis im just. thinking. how much of the narrator is left. really.
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shehungthemoon · 2 months
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Unsure how to put this succinctly but. It gives me this perverse glee that people are made uncomfortable by sebaciel. This fictional universe hurts them soooooooo bad and they willingly put themselves there. It's like watching clowns. Small, baby clowns that have no awareness of the world around them and are actually part of a Puritan cult. They're so entertaining.
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witchstone · 11 months
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can i not even be a part of a whatsapp group about our local nature conservancy without that jumped up wannabe estate group in our area punting their shit
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merakiui · 28 days
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the "trapped in an eternal dream" trope in twst is so yummy because there are so many possibilities....... twst character who is stuck in their dream, but it's such a good dream,, so vivid. in it, the dream version of you is with him and you're married and it's a happy life. how can he possibly give up such a perfect fantasy?
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aengelren · 5 months
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A person who saught freedom beyond what reality could abide (honestly same)
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dreamlifebunny · 6 months
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does anyone else here collect fictional men like the pretty rocks you find on the sidewalk or... is it just... me
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romavitae · 2 months
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feeling sad for non-spanish speakers who don't know that they're missing out on the most beautiful love story that ever aired on tv
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lokiusly · 2 months
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what if our Mobius dies in the final battle and the multiverse saga ends with Loki going to a parallel universe where Mobius is alive and they end up together.
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justarandomlambblog · 1 month
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Re-ordered some stuff but here we go
will I color it one day? maybe. For now here we go.
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In this AU, the Bishops were children who were raised in a temple together, chosen from a young age to bear the crowns.
Shamura the eldest, who loved to read and learn and share this knowledge with everyone around;
Kallamar the second, who loved to entertain his siblings with stories and tales;
Heket the third, who loved to try new things and share them with her siblings;
Narinder himself, who loved too much for the embodiment of death;
and Leshy the youngest, who dreamed of a future beyond the palace walls, where he and his family could simply be.
As they grew older, though, things began to change. Vows were made and stations were created- and everyone settled into their roles, learning and growing and expanding upon their domains... they of war, he of blight, she of famine and he of chaos...
But Narinder, he of Death, could not. And that already widening chasm only grew as he did, anyway.
Azri, eventually, came to view Narinder not as a cruel god, but as a victim of his station- a pathetic personification, a pitiable brother betrayed by those he loved, the very ones who placed those lofty, unreachable, unnatural dreams into him in the first place.
And, well, why become Death when you can simply put Death on a leash?
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Since the Lamb spares Narinder, Narinder remains god of death but is essentially under Azri's control. The other four Bishops get revived, but since they died they lost their god status and only retain their immortal souls. Azri is a god themself after defeating all 5 Bishops (killing 4 of them) and obtaining their crowns.
All five crowns are now in Azri's possession and they are nigh on unstoppable. Luckily for everyone, they just want a peaceful and happy life. Being worshiped is a nice side effect, and sure, there's a sacrifice here and there, but all in all it's a very peaceful life.
Just... don't step out of line. When you have Death under your thumb, death has no meaning.
you can't die without their permission.
also don't mess with Nari bc the Lamb will have Words™ for you.
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