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Adhd is having a mindfuck of two completely different genres of songs playing in your head, at the SAME TIME, at 2am, when all you want to do is sleep.
#Olivia rodrigo brutal#and Bruce Springsteen you can look but you better not touch#what even is that combination#please brain i beg you. shut up#let me sleep
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“We need more weird queer people” Y’all can’t handle 90% of the ways multigenders label their sexualities
#this was originally gonna say ‘yall can’t even handle sapphilleans’#then i considered using male/female lesbians or male sapphics or gaybians#then i thought about using het gays#but then i realized what they all have in common and combined them all into one.#multigender#bigender#nonbinary#genderfluid#enby#trans#genderqueer#polygender#xenogender#sapphillean#gaybian#lesboy#transunity#trans unity#transmultiphobia#red speaks
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Alfred Pennyworth has in fact, perhaps, in the slightest of chances.
Picked up his Master's habit of collecting children as if they were on sale.
He was spending his time on one of those rare vacations he decided to take, it was nice, to relax with only the vague overhanging worry of something going wrong back at the manor that he's gotten very good at ignoring.
Only to come across a child bleeding out in an alley, heavily injured.
He would not be able to live with himself if he didn't at least try to help them however he could.
Such is how he acquired a child he later found to be a meta who whished to learn the ways of a butler.
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Danny had escaped from a GIW compound, after having been handed over by his family a while after his reveal. He felt, completely and utterly betrayed, when it happened. His parents, while hurt, he was at least capable of actually seeing them do it, but never would he have thought Jazz would do so as well.
They did it so happily, that he wondered if letting him go really was the greatest thing to happen to this family.
He chained, muzzled, all the ways to bind him they pulled all the stops too, knowing how dangerous he was. He wouldn't have even done anything then, too stunned by his families apart willingness at handing him over to the government.
He hated them.
He hated them so much.
The GIW facility was a terrible, cold, unfeeling place. One where they drilled thoughts into his head again and again until he found himself unconsciously repeating them when his head felt empty, one where his body gained a new mark day by day and pushed through tests, he had no clue of even hoping to comprehend what they would gain out of it.
It was a cold, unfeeling place. Placed in a cell of white and nothing else, with low walls and chains binding his body in place until the time came for another experiment.
It was a room he grew used to. One he even held some kind of strange, twisted affection for.
It was a room that held a tiny piece of safety, of rest. It was a room that taught him to hate.
A deep, powerful, disgusting, twisting hatred that crawled from the depths of his cells, corrupting his blood and carving itself deep into his bones. Forcing it's out of his pores until it practically oozed from his flesh.
It drowned his mind, tainting each and every thought, every memory, every dream, every waking moment until he could feel nothing but hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate.
When he was taken out of that he could feel nothing, with the drugs swimming their way through his blood that snapped the thin string keeping him between a person and an emotionless puppet.
He thinks that's what the GIW thinks he is.
And when he was placed back in that room, he could only hate.
It was a cycle. Stuck between feeling either nothing or hatred.
He hated feeling nothing, it made him feel like he wasn't real. Like it snapped the thread that held him between what a real person was and a dream.
So, he allowed himself to drown deep into his hatred. Until the white walls of his far to small room seemed to fade, until whatever sound he could have heard became nothing but dull noise.
Until the passage of time seemed to become just a blink.
He didn't know what day it was, when he saw it. Saw them. He didn't know the time, the date, the day, the hours. He knew nothing.
But he could recognize his family. Recognize one of the objects of his intense hatred that he forced his thoughts too. The people who willingly gave him up just like that and one of the causes for his current life.
He didn't know why they showed him them, he felt it some sick, utterly cruel joke. A joke he didn't know the punchline for, a joke the universe sent his way to make his life all the more miserable.
There were multiple of them. Multiple clones of his family. Som within test tubes, some being pulled out from the tubes, some walking around in lab coats. A waste of talent, they called it in his dad's case, a waste of intelligence in his mother's, and a waste of intellect in his sister's case.
His original family was already dead, he was told. Replaced by clones, clones that took over the legal decision to change his guardianship. Clones walking around twisting and desecrating his family.
'At least it was painless.' One of the clones said, talking with his mother's face. 'Far more than they deserved for having keeping a thing like him' spoken by his father's imposter.
The drugs pumping through his system to keep him calm, to keep him feeling nothing was suddenly pierced through by an intense feeling of horror, hate and self-loathing.
He should've known it wasn't his family. He should've done more! More to protect them! To keep them safe! The could've still been alive if he just knew.
In that moment, watching imposters speaking, walking, talking, breathing, with his families faces. He exploded. Exploded with a power fueled by nothing but his intense hatred for every. Single. Living being in this goddamn facility.
He killed whoever stood in his way. Managing to get his hands on relatively newly designed weapon, an ectoplasmic scythe (that also apparently could revert into an everyday item). Which he used to rip and tear throughout the entirety of the facility. He got injured, of course, he couldn't dodge everything, but he didn't care.
A body stuck between life and death, incapable of fully going one way or the other no matter what happened. Gifted supernatural powers fueled by wrath and twisting hatred and a weapon made by man yet in the range of the supernatural.
They didn't stand a change. He killed them all. No matter who it was, man, woman, clone. He didn't, couldn't care. He could only kill, only maim, only hurt.
And that's what he did.
It was then, when the facility was blanketed with silence tainted by despair, death and hysteria. When previously white walls were covered by blood, and the halls turned into rivers of blood and corpses. That he broke down, the overwhelming hatred he felt replaced by relief then sadness then self-loathing.
His family didn't give him up! But they were killed. Kill because of him. He couldn't stand being in this place, anymore. His body felt as if it were moving on unseen strings as it walked through the halls, the scythe shrinking back what it was when out of combat, his mind too occupied by thoughts and feelings.
It walked through a portal, one to the ghost zone, and then promptly into another portal and spat him out into an alleyway. Which he then promptly collapsed and curled into a ball, curing the shrunken scythe in his palm and he was out like a light.
A few days after he woke up, he found himself growing attached to the human that found him in that alleyway. An old man, maybe, but a nice one. He didn't want to meet anyone, besides that man, so he turned invisible when anyone else come into contact with him.
Alfred Pennyworth.
It was a name he clung onto mentally and a man he clung onto physically as well. He wanted to be like that man, someone so nice and caring, someone who didn't mind that he turned invisible at the sing of another person, who let him cling onto him both invisible and not whenever he wanted to.
He did panic when he heard Alred saying his vacation was over, and such that he had to leave. He didn't want to be left alone again, he didn't know what he would do if he was left alone again.
Until Afred said we were going home.
We. As in, him plus another. Alfred plus Danny.
Home.
Heat blossomed in his chest, seeming to replace the constant, low hum of hate sitting beneath him skin.
Home.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dp dc#dp dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover#Danny has a scythe and isn't afraid to use it on anyone who even breaths wrong in Alfred's presence.#He also doesn't like meeting other people so he just turns invisible#So you probably wouldn't even know what killed you tbh.#Will Danny be brought out of his shell by the combined efforts of the batfamily?#Probably#Alfred saw a child in an alleyway while on vacation and pulled a Bruce Wayne.#Danny wants to be a butler because Alfred is a butler and he wants to be more like Alfred.#honestly I should be sleeping not making this idea#But MEH#Me tired so I slep now byebye gamers
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— Alex Lex Luthor & Jimmy Olsen in My Adventures With Superman, "More Things in Heaven and Earth" (2.01)
+ bonus:
#my adventures with superman#maws#mawsedit#dcedit#dcmultiverse#maws spoilers#lex luthor#jimmy olsen#maws 2x01#maws 2x02#my gifs#okay fine the pathetic wet cat and mad scientist energies have pulled me in#an ideal combination of lex characteristics I fear#and this was such an unexpectedly sweet little moment#even though poor jimmy has no idea that he just gave clark's future nemesis the exact pep talk that he needed lol#I kinda hope he and lex stay friendly and continue to interact here and there without either of them knowing the Wider Implications™#or better yet they should date— wait what who said that hahaha certainly not me 👀
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The Sims ass conversation between me and best friend
#a doodley#DONT EVEN FULLY KNOW WHAT GWEE GWEE IS I JST CANT STOP SAYING IT....#positive version of gwah gwah maybe...but ive also used it negatively and neutrally....#its combination of my Wee Hee (good) and Gwah Gwah (bad or neutral)#gwee gwee....#ale tag
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Ambiguity
#kaname date#Renju Okiura#aitsf#ai the somnium files#my art#undescribed#fan art#um. i dont think these guys even have a ship tag so whatever#i have a lotta thoughts about them#two best friends at the gay bar what terribly messy bonds will they form#making everyone's lives more miserable and complicated in the process#daterenju#<-edit: after much consideration i will tag it as that cuz no combination of their names work very well
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Let’s disturb da balance of the universe
#gonta gokuhara#gokuhara gonta#kokichi ouma#ouma kokichi#danganronpa#v3#ndrv3#pregame#ougoku#if you squint at the second pic#my art#tbh I don't really subscribe to the fanon that the pregame personalities are the exact opposities of ingame ones#(but then does anyone really?)#with v3 writing being overall more nuanced and usually going the 'yes but no but maybe except it's complicated' route#personally I like to imagine that even if they act differently at their core they aren't that different#and their in-game personalities are actually their repressed/subconsciouss true selves - or perhaps their ideal versions of themselves#that they couldn't reach due to being cynical/jaded and disillusioned with society#(nevermind what they wished for comes with its own set of grievances and pitfalls ;p)#that's just my impression given the audition tapes and what-not#BUT for the purpose of entertaiment let's imagine how much of an absolute menace the first combination would be XD#(whether it's a menace for Kokichi or they're a menace to everyone else is an entirely different matter ;p)#side note but drawing this made me realise and appreciate smth - Kokichi's gakuran is dark contrasting his in-game outfit#but Gonta also has his own contrast - the blue/indigo color historically associated with royalty#vs the brown of his in-game suit - color more associated with commoners and plainness but also symbolising being down to earth and friendly#that's really neat actually#esp considering he's from high-status family
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i think i may have misunderstood the actual size of those 4th anniversary keys
#i dont even play kingdom hearts but that's what it reminded me off#anyways the key maker is so fun to mess with#they're so cute 🥺#and i can make so many unholy combinations with it too#[—#twst#twisted wonderland#twst art#riddle rosehearts#★ my art#—]
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Barbarian!Bakugo is a little bit… obsessed with lactation.
No, it’s not a new concept to him—he’s seen mothers feeding their children before, in fact, hardly ever put a thought to it.
But now that it’s you, now that it’s his child… it’s interesting to him. Beyond interesting, really. That someone he loves and desires so carnally can provide an almost irreplaceable service, one he is incapable of replicating despite how much he wants to provide for the both of you.
And he’d want to be present for most feedings anyway, both to bond and help ease the parenting load off your shoulders… but the whole time, he can’t take his eyes off your chest, where the little one is latched so safely and happy, suckling away as he stares in a protective haze, in awe. Blinking when baby blinks, wincing when you wince, his hands balling into fists when you sigh and the soft fat of your bosom jiggles.
He’s shy, though. Shy to admit his fascination despite how he asks to touch you one night, after the babe has been fed, swaddled and put to rest, and then rubs his fingers so gently against your nipple it starts to leak.
Bakugo looks at you under thick lashes, no blush because he’s seen you naked endless times, was there for the birth, but hesitant, almost… to do more than feel your raw areola underneath the rough pads of his fingertips. Even if, no sooner, does he put a thumb into his mouth to taste the few, silken drops of milk that escaped onto his skin.
Baby always eats first, of course, until plump and sleepy… but after that first touch, barbarian!Bakugo is no longer above licking up what’s left for him until your tits are relaxed and soft, then massaging you til there’s milk in abundance once more.
#bakugo#bakugou x reader#I wrote something similar to this before but I didn’t actually write the#toddy s*cking#but I also can’t really remember what I said#and also this isn’t very descriptive#so 🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️#anyway it just makes me laugh to think of this big honking beast of a man to be staring at u all dumbfounded/concentrated#when ur nursing his kid#I wish there were emojis to describe the face I’m imagining 😐😲😠 combined#but he’s just so… intriqued#even if he knew that’s how it worked it’s like#that’s my wife……… my baby mama……#😳#esp cuz he’s always hunting he’s upset he can’t do more to help feed babba except keep u company#he’s so used to doing more#stick him with loin cloth duty LMDAOOOO KIDDING#anyway ugh have a brand new phone charger that keeps doing the unpluggy thing#might need to get that fixed#also my cat just took a fat sh*t and I can smell it#LOL I’m so tired#hope this was … tolerable!!!#caitie post#tw:lactation#fem reader#kids tw
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#cats#outing myself once again as someone whos not attune whatsoever to human culture but - in all honesty I do not know#what 'psspsspss' means despite loving cats my entire life hghj.. I've just seen people online describe that as how you call a cat#but I have never in my life witnessed someone call a cat by making that noise or made that noise myself. I can't even think of an example o#it so I genuinely don't even know what that's supposed to be but. Included because I've seen it so much it must be something to someone#even when I was a kid I pretty much always just meowed to cats and tried to sound exactly like them or whatever meow I associated with them#obviously not literally saying “ME OW” but doing an actual cat meow. often times a kind of 'prrrow' sort of noise where you trill your tong#ue then lead into a softer vocal tone .. maybe like 'mrrrrauh' or something? Or sometimes just a trilling chirp immitating the#cat's ''mrrrrp'' they do sometimes. I used to mimic small kittens to get the attention of cats#with their like very high pitches squeky whine with a little bit of air out the nostrils at the end to imitate the sound of them having#tiny lungs that don't hold much air so with a long loud 'mew' it's sometimes a little strained near the end#Though usually I just imitate the cat that I'm around at the time. Sometimes I have done kind of a combination kissy lip sort of noise#tongue clicking. almost like tapping on the back of your front teeth with your tongue and sucking in. almost makes kind of a squirrel noise#ANYWAY... curiouse....
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Returning to an old conversation about magic in LotR, something occurred to me the other day: Sting was a far more effective weapon against Shelob than Sam's sword, slicing through multiple of her webs with a single sweep and cutting into her belly without much apparent effort from Sam. The text is a bit unclear for the brief portion of the fight when Sam is using two swords, but it seems to me that the only wound Sam's own sword scores against her is against one of her eyes: "The shining sword bit upon her foot and shore away the claw. Sam sprang in, inside the arches of her legs, and with a quick upthrust of his other hand stabbed at the clustered eyes upon her lowered head." While both swords could potentially be shining, Sting is established to be glowing at this point due to the proximity of the orcs in the tower, so I'm inclined to believe that the shining sword here is Sting, the one that chops off the end of one of her legs no problem, while the other one strikes against her eye, established two paragraphs later to be her softest spot.
Now Frodo attributes this potency against Shelob to the sword's origins. "There were webs of horror in the dark ravines of Beleriand where it was forged." And basically this pans out, Gondolin, where Sting was made, was not too far from Ered Gorgoroth, where Ungoliant and her spawn (including, most likely, Shelob herself) lived until Beleriand fell. The logic here, is, perhaps, similar to the reasoning for why Frodo and Merry's barrow-blades were so potent against the Witch-king, having adopted a portion of their makers' loathing for a particular enemy. And there is indeed evidence enough for this: the first spider Bilbo encounters in Mirkwood "evidently was not used to things that carried such stings at their sides, or it would have hurried away quicker." This spider lived not too far from the Elvenking's halls, surely it had been attacked with weapons before, which does call up an idea of there being something especially terrible to it about this particular sword. (Though this spider is also inarguably quite inept and possibly stupid; no shade to Bilbo but losing a fight to a mostly-tied-up enemy that can't see in the dark and has never before fought anything more dangerous than a particularly stubborn door-to-door salesman doesn't exactly reflect well on its capabilities.)
But I think Sting had another enchantment on it, and one a great deal more recent, and possibly even more direct: the enchantment of its name.
Bilbo takes a sword from a troll-hoard, puts it on his belt and under his jacket, and then proceeds to carry it around for months without thinking about it at all -- until, that is, he finds himself face to face with a giant spider, a giant spider who, as is made clear in the text, was one of Shelob's own descendants: "Far and wide her lesser broods, bastards of the miserable mates, her own offspring, that she slew, spread from glen to glen, from the Ephel Duath to the eastern hills, to Dol Guldur and the fastnesses of Mirkwood (emphasis mine)."
So Bilbo takes his sword and makes his first kill, and what we witness next is a Moment by any definition: "Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the dwarves of of anyone else, made a great difference to Mr Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath."
Then Bilbo names the sword, and he names it Sting, calling to mind the thought of a fly that can fight off a spider, a tiny creature coming out on top in a fight with a fierce predator. And then he sets off and uses his newly minted sword to rescue his friends from giant spiders. And though he uses the sword again in his adventure, it is never such a great moment, and indeed he ends up missing a great deal of the battle where it would have been most useful, leaving this incident with the spiders as not only his first use of the weapon, but his most significant -- as The Hobbit is meant to be adapted from his memoirs, certainly the only one he felt important enough to write about.
And for sixty years Sting laid quiet in the Shire, hanging over Bilbo's mantle, where he told stories about it to his nieces and nephews and cousins and anyone else who would listen, and doubtless the story he kept circling back to was the one about the great spiders and the christening of his sword, and even if nobody believed it, a bit of a legend grew about it, and whatever deeds, if any, it was involved in before it found its way to the troll's hoard were forgotten, and it became the Sting, the sword that was used to defend friends from Shelob's brood.
I hardly need to point out the power inherent in names and the naming of things and people in Tolkien's work.
And then, seventy-eight years after its christening, Sting finds itself in another spider's lair, the grandmother or great-grandmother of that first spider that earned it its name -- and this is what it is, now. This is its entire identity, insomuch as a sword can have one of those. I think that over seventy-eight years Bilbo quite inadvertently but also quite effectively wove an enchantment against Shelob and her ilk on that sword, never knowing how much it would matter in the end. Indeed, I would put forth that there was no other weapon in contemporary Middle-earth that would have been such a bitter sting to Shelob; similar enchantments, perhaps, could be found in Thranduil's halls from his people's long struggle against the spiders there, but on a blade from Gondolin, which shared a mountain range with the land where Ungoliant herself lived for a time? And Glamdring and Orcrist would have inherited those properties alongside Sting, but they had a legacy of goblin slaying, not spider slaying.
So, quite by accident, Frodo and Sam walked into Shelob's lair with the best possible chance of escaping her.
#lotr#also combined with the light of earendil of course#because blah blah blah earlier version of the histories where earendil killed ungoliant#but even more so something something light of the silmarils being the one thing ungoliant wasnt able to devour#greed hates what it cannot have or something idk#also i realize some people disagree with this but i think the text clearly states that shelob is the direct child of ungoliant#because in the same paragraph where shes described as 'the last child of ungoliant' its established that she has broods of her own#and also that these broods are uhhhhh#pure#if you get what i mean#the bloodline is unbroken#if you follow#but SHES the last. her children dont count as children of ungoliant#because theyre children of shelob theres a degree of separation
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more canucks as furries, enjoy 👍 im having a lot of fun haha can u tell (ids in alt)
#vancouver canucks#quinn hughes#dakota joshua#conor garland#hockey art#furry art#niksartstuffs#hockeyposting#🤚 hey while i'm here in these tags again @ ppl more knowledgeable than i. i have a quastion. what animal is petey...#4 some reason my brain is thinking. one of those tall skinny horses. very unicorn like. is that the correct vibe or am i way off?#i guess i cld just go with a long dog......#anyway. this combination common cold + sprained ankle for me is so funny even tho im so oof ouch rn
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#barbie#goncharov#tickets to barbie#what am i doing with my life you ask#im not sure to be completely honest#but enjoy (or not) my still lasting obsession with goncharov combined with the tickets to barbie meme#yes they would all go together even if they dont like each other im sorry i dont make the rules#actually i do but whatever#mine
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any other character I might not have noticed, but the way Roman holds his arms in front of him when he's crying at the funeral like a shield... like he might get hit...
#roman roy#succession#succession spoilers#yeah i'm gonna be unsufferable about this for AT LEAST 2 weeks considering whats happening next sunday#i didn't even think about it until i noticed the arm that wasn't holding the cue cards#was also held in front of him just him putting it between him and his siblings#like yeah he knew he 'wasn't supposed to' cry#and he's especially visible here in front of all these people#and what must dad think#i do think its a combination of him ineffectually trying to put something between him and all the people watching#and habit from how logan treated him growing up#okay mr armstrong i see your silly mirror i see it
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I will say this one more thing about this: I do not believe the other try guys (or even many people at 2nd try) knew Ned was cheating before they found out sometime earlier this month. Not because I have some blind faith in the other guys to be good ppl (imagine saying ‘‘he would never’‘ when someone you might have said that about literally just did smth horrible), but because:
- knowing he is cheating and hiding it/keeping him on would be an absolutely ridiculously stupid thing to do and I think they’re smarter than that. Because with how well known they are, that’s a ticking time bomb until someone will snap an incriminating picture in public and if it then comes out you’ve known and protected him? That’s your image of wholesome, good guys absolutely destroyed.
- all the claims that they did know for months or years, that i’ve seen came from random twitter or reddit accounts or were even entirely anonymous. That’s not evidence. That’s some random person saying some random shit
- they were already cutting him out of videos before the video was leaked. Meaning they were already preparing to cut ties with him regardless of whether the fact he was cheating came out or not so ‘‘oh they just have to fire him now bc it got out’‘ doesn’t really make sense.
- if him cheating was somehow an ‘‘open secret that the entire company knew’‘ it wouldn’t stay secret long. Nothing ever does if a lot of people know about it . You ever try to plan a surprise party for someone without someone tattling? This is this except tattling would seem like the more moral option to many ppl and make it even more likely that someone tells so again hiding it in that case is just a stupid strategy even with NDAs (bc your employee could leave instead of signing said nda or they could just hide their tracks well while leaking smth)
Now I will believe that they quite possibly weren’t planning on telling the public why they got rid of Ned, both to protect Ariel and others from harrassment and to protect their own image - any dirt on Ned also harms them bc if one of the wholesome good guys isn’t actually all that, maybe the others aren’t either. If the video wasn’t leaked I imagine they’d have been vague or said it was for personal reasons or whatever, but they still would have seperated from Ned.
I also think like.... listen, you can know your friend has flaws and maybe sometimes flirts too much when he’s drunk or sometimes says inappropriate shit and you can forgive him that and still be friends with him and try to push him in a better direction, you can do all that and never suspect he might be cheating. Because there’s a big jump from one to the other and we always see the best in the people we love. It’s easy to say in retrospect that it was obvious but shit like this is never obvious. You don’t suspect your friends of being capable of that stuff unless it’s pushed right in your face
#try guys#ned fulmer#i am just tired of ppl circulating ''they knew for years'' around like it's a fact#with like.... a screenshot of some anonymous message as the proof#i really don't think they knew#i think the moment they learned about it they started the process of getting rid of him#bc anything else would simply be the stupid thing to do#(then again making out in public and going to a harry styles concert together was stupid)#(so what do i know)#(but i'd like to think that the other three guys combined would have more braincells than that)#man i feel silly even making a post about this#but i am just so amused/annoyed by the posts that are like#''apparently they knew for a year now'' with a screenshot of a reddit comment by a deleted user like babe.......#they've known for a year and so apparently did this random reddit person? but only now are ppl coming out and saying it? sure
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Willie and Alex would for sure dress up as Crowley and Aziraphale after Julie showed them Good Omens
(they would also recreate The Kiss infront of her and she would be pissed at them and love them at the same time)
#i honestly don't know if my grammar is correct right now#but you know what#it's fine#anyways#will anbody even see this?#cause it's so early in the day for me#i usually post my art in the evening#look i combined my two favorite shows <333#i started this around halloween but wasn't able to finish it so now i finally finished it shortly before karneval <3#jatp#julie and the phantoms#good omens#lyxchen's art#willex#alex mercer#willie jatp#my willex art is exquisite and i need to make more of it again <3
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