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#unbury your gays
orwells-nightmare · 2 years
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Imagine being Barney's therapist. At first you get normal stuff like "I've been feeling pretty dysphoric lately," "been having family troubles," etc. Then you get told shit like "yeah I died and saw my own corpse. Twice."
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booorki · 6 months
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oh my fucking god, Buttons is gonna resurrect Izzy
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authorkarajorgensen · 9 months
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Art of Oliver and Felipe by Oblivionsdream
I commissioned art of Oliver and Felipe from @oblivionsdream and I NEEDED to show it off. Look at my boys ;--; I wanted something soft since so much of The Reanimator's Heart and The Reanimator's Soul is so tense. They deserve more rest and softness.
Oliver (black hair) is an autistic necromancer, and Felipe (brown hair) is an undead investigator working for the Paranormal Society.
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shyjusticewarrior · 23 days
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The only death Tim can experience is twink death
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Sam finding out about Benny is so juicy, it’s catching-him-with-the-mistress meets your-brother’s-secret-gay-lover meets Dean-queen-of-the-hypocrites meets we-have-vampire-friends-now? meets who-I-did-on-my-summer-vacation meets you-could-have-died meets--
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tenshinokorin · 1 year
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"Well, what're you gonna do now, Tongari?"
It was the darkest hour of the night, with only one moon still above the horizon, and the ghost of Nicholas D. Wolfwood was sitting in Vash's hotel room window, sunglasses on, smoking a cigarette. It was not the first time he had been there, in any number of hotel windows over the years, but it was the first time in a long time that he had actually said anything.
Vash, lying on his side in the bed, knew the rules by now. Don't try and look at him straight on, especially not in the eyes. Don't try to get up and go to him, no matter how desperately you want to. Do not, under any circumstances, try to touch him. Don't ask for more than you can have, or he will vanish. Stay still, and keep the spell from breaking as long as you can. Morning and reality will come soon enough.
Vash knew the rules, but it was a desperate struggle every time. After all, even Orpheus had looked back. And he had known the rules, too.
"I don't know," Vash admitted.
"Some shit don't change." Wolfwood blew smoke at the setting moon, and Vash could smell it, but whether it was in his mind or some other kind of real, he never knew. "'Course. Lots of options for you now with your mojo comin' back. Make a new arm, or take over the world?"
Vash crushed his face into the pillow. "There has got to be some middle ground there."
"Oh hell, sure. Or you could just do nothing." The glint of the moon caught in Wolfwood's glasses, reflecting a mischievous spark in the eyes beneath them. "You're good at that one."
Vash sat up in indignation. "Hey, since when have I--" But there was no point in finishing the question. He was alone in the little hotel room, and yet somehow, he had still lost the argument.
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heycarrots · 2 years
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I love watching YouTube reactions to Black Sails. What I DON’T love are the comments from fans on every finale episode. “Did it REALLY go down that way, etc etc?” Or something of that ilk.
STOP.
Stop being joy killers.
It’s true the writers purposely left the ending ambiguous so that viewers could take what they want from it.
That’s the thing, though. The reactor, if they DO embrace Silver’s story, IS already choosing their own response. Because you, in your black little hearts (not really, I just fucking hate the very idea of the Devil’s Theory and feel there’s enough evidence peppered throughout the series to disprove it) find it false, it doesn’t mean you have to taint the ending for literally every other person so they can wallow in that misery WITH you.
The “happy” ending is already tinged with pain, you don’t need to pile on more mental torment.
LET PEOPLE ENJOY THINGS!
Besides, they might think of it themselves, some early morning at 2am when they can’t sleep and why would you rob them of that awful little discovery on their own?
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anemptynotebook · 8 months
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A super hot fat butch barista gave me a cup holder, told me she believed I could hold the heavy coffees and told me to use my points so I could save money today and I think I would’ve given my SSN had she asked. Haven’t stopped smiling since 🫠
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jlilycorbie · 11 months
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Make It True
Thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial​ for the prompt.
cw: death, implied violence, implied strangulation
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The butterflies led me to her. Heralds of death, she told me. There were so many of them, as small as a fingertip, as big as my spread hands. A vibrant, fluttering rainbow that brought me to what should have been a nighttime sight, drenched in sunlight. Flowers waved over her, and butterflies landed on her open eyes, her slack lips, her outstretched hands. Jewel-toned wings closed and opened, displaying and concealing the garish marks around her neck.
"No," I said out loud. "Not like this."
Two days. She'd been two days gone, and no one believed she was in trouble, she needed help. Her father, the police, even our other friends, not another soul joined my search.
"I knew," I whispered. So close you might as well be sisters, they teased, but they didn't believe she'd never leave me. I reached out to her, and the butterflies fluttered away, a riot of color that made me close my eyes. She was sun-warm, but not living-warm.
I knew what I should do, but we'd both of us spent our whole lives on should, should, should, and where did it get us? Alone among the flowers, she still, so still. You can recognize places of death, she told me, because that's where the flowers grow.
If no one else knew what happened here, it wasn't real yet.
So I sat beside her while the sun set and dark settled around us. I held her hand and I reminded her of all the things we planned to do together until dewfall anointed us both. I reached out to the heavy flowers bowed around us, and I gathered dew in my palms. I washed her eyes, her lips, her bruised throat, and I rested a hand over her still heart.
I bent to kiss her, and she took the breath right from my lungs in a gasp. Her fingers clutched my arms, tight, tight. Her eyes closed and opened them again to take in the dawn of the third day since she disappeared. 
"You came," she whispered, her voice raw.
"Always," I swore, and she kissed me again, dragging me down beside her on top of dry, crackling grass. "He said you ran away, but I knew."
She sat up, and brittle flowers dropped their browned petals in a shower around us. "That's what he said?" A smile played over her lips and she looked over the desiccated meadow. "Let's make it true."
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orwells-nightmare · 2 years
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mynameishazard · 7 months
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necromance your gays
if they refuse to have them live
BRING THEM BACK
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nuncamuere · 2 years
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Happy Birthday Kokichi!!! My character of all time!!!!
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authorkarajorgensen · 1 month
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Title and Blurb Reveal for The Reanimator Mysteries #3
Today is the day for a title and blurb reveal for the third Reanimator Mysteries book! May I present to you THE REANIMATOR'S REMAINS 💀, coming October 29th. 🫀An autistic necromancer 🪦His undead love 🌳And a town built on secrets.
Preorder it at all most major retailers! GooglePlay will be available closer to release day, as will paperbacks.
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If you haven't read The Reanimator's Heart (TRM #1) or The Reanimator's Soul (TRM #2), there is plenty of time to catch up before book 3 comes out October 29th.
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shyjusticewarrior · 2 years
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One of my favorite things about Oswald is how he's clearly very afraid of death but constantly puts himself in life threatening situations anyway
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Cas strolling into Heaven just sprung from the Empty carrying Starbucks: bury this DICK
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madamlegba · 2 years
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INFERNUM is a story about new beginnings. 
Infernum is Eve’s journey back to Villanelle, through a long thought and perfectly machined revenge plan.
Infernum is also the story of Villanelle’s difficult recovery, made lighter by the unwavering belief that Eve is not only alive, but the one responsible for the strike of killings that can be linked to Carolyn’s acquaintances. 
It’s set in a hypothetic, fan servicing season 5 and it takes up from where season 4 left us. You can read my story here: 
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38467192/chapters/96139822 
Join me and unbury your gays. 
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