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ra3kiv · 2 months
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doctorsiren · 5 months
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“Almost Christmas” means it wasn’t Christmas!
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small-spanish-face · 5 months
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Shelly de Killer seeing how the woman he literally just shot in the shoulder keeps walking towards the courthouse as if nothing happened:
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vader-anakin · 4 months
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JOE KEERY AS
Gator Tillman, Fargo - Season 5 Episode 8 "Blanket"
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salome-c · 1 year
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Where is she?
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thatdepressedtwink · 7 months
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The original toxic yaoi
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azraelasitgets · 2 months
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pik jam
this video will appeal to like 4 people
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 2 months
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"Resonance. That's to activate the teleportation stones!"
The Librarians S01E10 And the Loom of Fate.
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nesperus · 10 months
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posted this with the doodle sheet but i like it enough to also post it separately
this is pretty rough because i wanted to do it before the live started yesterday but
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okdkblog · 2 months
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'only war can obliterate like this'
source: @skynews (tiktok)
the reporter/journalist: yousra elbagir
location: omdurman, khartoum state, sudan
(the video is 3:44 minutes long)
summary of the video: the destruction scene used to be a vibrant marketplace for the sudanese (i could not get the right spelling of the name of the marketplace). destruction is due to fighting between saf & rsf where there were bombings, shelling during the battle which ended around a week before the filming of the video, yet snipers are still a threat around the area.
the reporters only managed to go through the area and shoot footage in an armored vehicle (said vehicle has been shot at which is seen by the gunshots on the windshield)
also, in this tiktok (by @bsonblast) we are being asked to check @skynews (also on Twitter, Insta, YouTube, and their own website) for more updates on sudan by the same journalist in the video above and to *please* interact with them, so that the sudanese and their plight may not be forgotten
(i will try and add subtitles/transcribe the video when i can, but for now please click the link and watch it on tiktok, as the video is already subbed. thank you🌸)
let's remember to keep our eyes on sudan 🇸🇩
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nectorbruise · 3 months
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Hi I just went crazy and drew this for the past two hours
I started with lineless because whenever I use the fill liqufy tool I lose my mind. This did not disappoint. So Roman Sanders as the hanged man tarot card
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riverstyxsarts · 9 months
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“And if beauty is terror,” said Julian, “then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?”
“To live,” said Camilla.
“To live forever,” said Bunny, chin cupped in palm.
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loserdiaz · 1 year
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16. someone's pulling a gun and you're jumping in the middle of it
If it sparks joy ☺️❤️
so i was in an angsty mood, hope you like it <3
They weren't at a call, they weren't supposed to face danger that day.
It's all Buck can think about as he stares down the barrel of a gun.
It's their day off and Buck had plans, alright? This was supposed to be the perfect day.
The perfect first date.
The restaurant is really fancy, with the most expensive wine that Buck has ever seen and all the tables looked like straight out of a historical movie or some shit like that. The menu is full of weird names, half of which Buck can't even pronounce.
But it's his first date with Eddie and he wants it to be just perfect. A night neither of them would ever forget.
He wants to show Eddie he made the right choice when he gave Buck a chance.
There's classic music playing in the background, the sound of piano and violins floating through the air and making Buck relax in his seat.
And then— there's a loud crash, one of the windows at the front of the restaurant breaking and pieces of glass flying everywhere.
For a second, Buck doesn't know what's going on. For a second he's just confused.
And then—
"Nobody move! I said nobody fucking move! A man in a mask is carrying a gun. His movements are erratic and fast, almost maniac.
Buck's heart clenches inside his heart.
Eddie makes a sound and then he's standing up. Because of course he is, Buck thinks— remembers the way Eddie didn't even flinch that time they were taken hostages by the prison guy.
"Eddie." He mutters, as low as he can as to not catch any unwanted attention.
It doesn't work.
"I said nobody fucking move!" The man yells and Buck— Buck watches as the gun is pointed towards Eddie.
The sense of deja vu pooling in his stomach is sickening and he wants to throw up.
No.
Not again.
Buck moves before he can think twice about it, jumping over the table and placing his body in front of Eddie's, like some kind of human armor.
There's a loud gunshot, but the choked desperate sound that Eddie makes on the back of his throat might be even louder.
Buck feels himself falling to the ground and then Eddie's face is above his.
"Evan! What did you do? What have you—" Eddie is frantic, his hands shaking and hovering above Buck's body.
He frowns.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Buck asks.
Was Eddie shot?
Please God, not again. Buck can't go through that again.
"W-what?" Eddie laughs, but it's sharp and bitter and there's not a trace of humor in it. It's hysterical if anything. "No, I wasn't shot. You got in the way of the bullet, you idiot." He choked out and he's— He's crying.
Eddie never cries.
The last time Eddie cried he was broken and on the floor, hugging a baseball bat.
That was two years ago.
"E-eddie?"
And oh.
Oh
Eddie presses down on his abdomen and Buck feels it.
"Shh, it's okay, baby. Just— Don't talk. Don't— Hold on for me." Eddie says, his voice trembling and his tears falling down his cheeks and into Buck's face.
Buck mouths something with trembling lips but no sound comes out— just a garbled noise.
Buck can taste the blood. His own blood.
Well, that's not good.
There's a lot of background noise, screams and orders being yelled but none of that matters.
If Buck dies right there, he'll do it as he stares at Eddie.
"Hold on for me, baby. Please. Please." Eddie is begging above him and Buck wants to listen to him.
But he's so tired.
A weak hand comes up and reaches for Eddie, his thumb caressing that beauty mark under his eye that Buck loves so much.
He leaves a trace of blood in its wake and that's—
He tainted Eddie.
Buck wants to apologize but he can't speak. He can't breathe.
"You have to stay awake, baby, okay?" Eddie is saying above him. "You have to hold on for me. So then you can take me on another first date— no offense but this one really fucking sucked." Eddie lets out a wet chuckle. "So we won't count this one. We'll go on another one and that one will be our first, alright? And then you'll have to take me on a second one. And a third one." Eddie says and Buck thinks that sounds like a good plan.
He likes the way Eddie thinks.
"Stay awake, Buck! Don't close your eyes." Eddie pats his cheeks a couple times and Buck's eyes flutter but he fights against uncociousness.
"W-what else?" He asks weakly, his words slurring and dragging and he's not sure if Eddie understood any of that.
But of course he did.
"W-what else?" Eddie's voice breaks but he has this small smile etched ln his face, fond and quiet and just a little sad at the edges. "Well, we'll have to let the team know about us... eventually. They all will be happy, of course. Hen will order a cake and they'll throw a ridiculous party but it'll be fun." Eddie's hand keep pressing against Buck's wound but he can barely feel it.
It doesn't really hurt.
That's really bad, isn't it?
"And then you'll move in. In a couple of months." Eddie keeps talking. "Is it too soon to talk about that? I don't think it is. We've known each other for years and this— this was inevitable, right? At least for me." Eddie's lower lip trembles. "Since the moment you shook my hand in the back of an ambulance and promised to have my back? It was a fone deal for me. I knew I would love you. I knew you would ruin me for anyone else."
Buck smiles, or at least he tries to. He's not sure if he pulls it off.
"Ditto." He rasps out, low and weak but he thinks Eddie hears it anyway by the way his eyes soften.
And then the darkness wins and Buck closes his eyes.
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He wakes up in the back of an ambulance with his hand in between Eddie's. There's paramedics working around him but Buck doesn't care.
He keeps his eyes on Eddie.
His hair is a mess and his brown warm eyes are puffy and red around the edges. His clothes are stained red with blood and there's a trace of it on his cheek.
He looks—
Awful, Buck thinks. Eddie's skin is pale and ashen and the fluorescent lights of the ambulance aren't doing him any favors either.
And yet— it's the most beautiful thing that Buck has ever seen.
"Hey." He chokes out, the oxygen mask resting uncomfortably against his face and making forming words a little difficult.
Eddie grins, relieved and so soft, tender and adoring. "Hey."
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rebar2042 · 1 year
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Jackieboyman&Actor crossover
What if the actor just pretends to help Jackie but then really gets out of his plan and actually cover him
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bellagrimfox · 13 days
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You wanna know a genre of pizza tower fan content I wanna see exist?
Pizza Tower sprites but they go horribly wrong. Maybe I'm just a fan of dark humor but considering what Pizza Tower has in its base game, I think it can happen. Here are two examples of what I'm talking about.
P.S: If the creators of the sprites see this, feel free to let me know if it's ok to share these publicly.
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TW for gun violence imagery
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Congrats if you made it past this point. If not, I'm sorry if I scarred you for life.
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serickswrites · 3 months
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Heaven Don't Cry
Warnings: guns, gunfire, blood, gunshot, wound, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee
Caretaker dragged Whumpee away from the gunfire. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly, Caretaker wasn't even sure what set off the chain of events that led to Whumpee being shot. They just knew that Whumper shot Whumpee in the chest and they had to get Whumpee out of there. Whumpee needed help, fast.
Blood bubbled on Whumpee's lips as they weakly tried to put pressure on the gurgling bullet wound in their chest. Whumpee coughed. Their frantic, short breaths were wet and gurgling as they struggled to take regular, even breaths. Whumpee coughed again.
"Hang on, Whumpee, hang on," Caretaker repeated as they moved. Whumpee had to hold on. Tears stung at the corner of Caretaker's eyes. This wasn't happening. Whumpee had to be ok. Whumpee was ok. This wasn't happening.
"Don't," Whumpee gasped for air, "cry, Caretaker. Don't."
Caretaker heard Whumpee gasp for air, blood dribbling down their chin. "Stay with me, Whumpee. Just hang on. Just a bit longer." They prayed to the heavens that Whumper would be taken down quickly and help could get here. They prayed that Whumpee would be ok. Their silent pleas to the universe becoming more urgent as Whumpee's hands dropped limply from the wound. Caretaker watched in horror as Whumpee's eyes fluttered closed.
Caretaker stopped dragging Whumpee. "Come on, Whumpee. Stay with me. You were hanging on. Come on," Caretaker pressed their full body weight onto their hands over the wound. They had to stop the bleeding so that Whumpee had a chance. Whumpee had to be ok. This wasn't happening. "Come on, Whumpee. Please. Please, I need you," they sobbed.
They couldn't help crying. This was all too much. They needed Whumpee. Whumpee had to be ok. "Please, Whumpee. Open your eyes. Stay with me. Please, Whumpee, please."
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