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breakbleheavens · 3 months
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For me, the award is the work. All I want to do is keep being able to do this. I love it so much. It makes me so happy. It makes me unbelievably blown away that it makes some people happy who voted for this award too. All I want to do is keep doing this. So thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do what I love so much. Mind-blown. Thank you so much!
TAYLOR SWIFT attends the 2024 Grammy Awards in Los Angeles, California on February 4, 2024.
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beybuniki · 3 months
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captains
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potato-lord-but-not · 11 months
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saw this gem today and had to sketch out these guys because omgod. this movie
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cowardlycowboys · 4 months
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monosprout · 21 days
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"...My thanks, lamb"
The way this game has given me the energy/courage to post art, makes me happy (it's the worms eating my brain 🪱💕). Drawing narinder was a challenge. Figuring out how to draw a cat in a way I like was haaaard.
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nouverx · 2 months
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I might have recorded an entire cover of @theroselens 's Ready for This parody from her Role Reverse AU just because I can lmao, enjoy??
Sorry for the bad quality btw I record on my phone + I can't harmonise for shit + I'm french so if my pronunciation is wrong sometimes I'M SORRYYYY I did my best ok
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endlesslytired · 5 months
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cuubism · 1 year
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"What if modern Hob was actually worse?" drabble to go along with the silly little post from earlier
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“This,” says Dream, looking around the darkened alley with one eyebrow arched, “is a far cry from teacups.”
Hob peers up at him from where he’s systematically checking the life status of the many dead and close-to-dead individuals on the ground. “Did you think that was the only tool in my box? It’s not exactly my weapon of choice.”
“No.” Dream watches placidly as Hob finds one man still living, albeit barely, and deftly snaps his neck. “It seems that would be your hands.”
Hob winks at him. “Maybe so.”
“Is it strictly necessary to kill them all now? You are making quite a lot of work for my sister.”
“They’ve seen you,” Hob says, terse and serious again. He checks another man’s pulse, finds nothing, moves on. “They know who you are, what you are. Are clearly willing to do what they want with that. I’m not going to let someone take you again, Dream.”
Dream leans against the wall. He is still playing the moment over in his mind. The sudden attack on the street, the magical bonds they had tried to wrap around Dream, Hob jumping to his defense before Dream himself could, his quick and vicious counterattack that had reminded Dream vividly of the savagery of some of Hob’s past lives.
The assailants were armed with knives and various magical implements Dream would have to examine later, and Hob had taken all of them out with his bare hands.
“I had not realized your current lifetime was so… physical,” Dream says.
“Right, right. Quiet uni professor, never hurt a fly.” Hob finishes his business with the bodies and crosses back over to him. “You think staying under the radar is so easy nowadays?”
Dream gives him a wry half-smile as Hob stops before him where he’s still leaned against the wall. “I think that there several secret immortals in this world, and not all of them are killing ten people on the street without breaking a sweat.”
He doesn’t quite know what to feel about it. There is something… primal and satisfying about watching Hob draw blood for him. Dream’s own creations hadn’t even waited for him in the Dreaming, but Hob Gadling will kill for him.
“Maybe they’re missing out,” Hob says, a twinkle in his eye. There is a smear of blood on his temple where one of the attackers had caught the surface level of his skin with a blade, but he reaches for Dream’s hand. “Can I see your wrist?”
Dream places his arm in Hob’s hands. His skin, likewise, is marred with a burn where one of the bonds had snared him. It is already fading, and will likely vanish entirely once he returns to the Dreaming.
“Does that hurt?” Hob asks, something tremulous in his voice.
“No.”
“Good.” Hob casts a dark look back over his shoulder at the prone bodies. “I’d kill them all over again.”
“Hob Gadling,” Dream chides, though with no real censure. “Have you learned nothing in your six centuries on this planet?”
Hob steps closer so he’s in Dream’s space properly, almost touching. He meets Dream’s eyes, runs his tongue over his lower lip. “Only a few things.”
“And what things are those?” Dream asks.
“I thought we did the whole, and how are you using your life this time around, Hob? thing already,” Hob says.
“Perhaps I am interested in learning more,” says Dream. He takes his hand back and wipes away a drop of blood trailing down Hob’s temple with his thumb. “Considering it’s being used in service of me.”
“Oh, is it now?”
“Is it not?”
Hob takes Dream’s face between his hands. Dangerous hands, these, and yet Dream wants Hob’s touch all the more. Whatever slow simmering thing has been warming between them since his return has quickened into a proper blaze at the sight of Hob defending him.
Dream thinks perhaps he should be disappointed in Hob. But that is not what he feels.
He sees what will happen next, anticipates their collision the way he imagines Destiny might foresee such things. He sees Hob’s gentle touch, and the wet heat of his mouth. The ferocious love of this dangerous thing he’s had a part in creating.
“Does it bother you?” Hob might ask later. “The violence.”
And Dream might say, “You are speaking to the King of Nightmares, Hob Gadling.”
“It is when you need it to be,” Hob says, and kisses him.
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amekeii · 7 months
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Criminal Minds Characters as Cocktails
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SPENCER REID - ESPRESSO MARTINI vodka vanilla | coffee liqueur | brown sugar syrup | espresso
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AARON HOTCHNER - OLD FASHIONED bourbon | sugar | angostura bitters | orange twist
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EMILY PRENTISS - AVIATION gin | maraschino liqueur | simple syrup | lemon juice | crème de violette | cherry
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DAVID ROSSI - NEGRONI campari | gin | sweet vermouth
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PENELOPE GARCIA - PORNSTAR MARTINI vodka vanilla | passoã | passion fruit puree | pineapple juice | passion fruit half | prosecco
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JJ JENNIFER JAREAU - GIN & TONIC opihr gin | yuzu tonic | lime wheel
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DEREK MORGAN - MAI TAI dark rum | white rum | orange curacao | almond syrup | lime juice
PART 2
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octtinkk · 28 days
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The pantheons betrayed
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One Narinder and Angie. I mayyyy be making a comic and fic of this sooo👀👀👀
au explanation under the cut oughhh
Narinder was one of the five bishops, the five gods, each representing the trials of life, and able to take and cause them as necessary. however, unfortunately, it was noted by his siblings that he was weak, pathetic, far too much so for a god of death, as such, he was dispersed of. In an attempt to defend himself he tore from his siblings, eye, throat, ears, brain.
A god is not so easily killed, let alone one of death, so he rotted, in a purgatory of some kind, his last breath echoing with no end, until one day, a little lamb came to his realm, his hell, how so? This was realm belonging to those killed by the gods—…ah.
That lamb was sweet, innocent, weak. Just like Nari—
no, he was no longer by that name. He was no longer one of them. He was a creature, waiting and stalking for a chance at revenge, he was the one who waited. Yet no more, a small lamb he found relation in, a small lamb, a small vessel. A vessel to take revenge. A God needs a preacher, correct?
No longer will there be 4 remaining gods, only one will be by the end of his culling…
…Only two(🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈)
Tldr; Narinder was killed by the other bishops(now a pantheon of the only gods) for being too weak a god, and that means The Lamb will kill them bc they relate to each other, however, it seems the lamb could just be the begging of a new pantheon? (Also they’re kinda 🏳️‍🌈💅 together ngl-😳)
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jupitermayyy · 2 months
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Fanart of Lilith & Astarion from @bludazey “hellish rebuke” 🩵 this fanfic got me through all stages of grief at 3am 😭 the dialog?? The plot twists?? Omg can’t wait for more
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tamagoneko · 14 days
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perfect for me 💕
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rui-drawsbox · 26 days
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I like to remember my first stardew save whenever I can, so I kinda remade my farmer for my first playthrough of Coral Island kajdhjsk
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popcrackalackin · 18 days
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evil yaoi panel edits
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guys wheres the part in hsbc when dirk and john have an ULTIMATE bloody anime battle whilst also PASSIONATELY and HATEFULLY making out mid fight and then after they lick the blood off each other!!!!
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erabu-san · 1 year
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POV : Sumeru boys being romantic shoujo manga like.
bonus : Alhaitham doing no effort.
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abernathyvalois · 2 months
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If every motherfucker is a “people pleaser” why am i not pleased. Why am i displeased. Name 1 person that is pleased with you
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