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thehauntedmarionnette · 8 months ago
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Shinsou 2-A canon!!!!
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izvmimi · 3 months ago
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an hour ago i said my one piece moment was over and it appears i am back on schedule
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spidey-bie · 2 years ago
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I need to create a tag of all the fanart I've reblogged of just Hobie in dresses or skirts.
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redak-ted · 2 years ago
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@zeepziesdiary @yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair @a--random--person hey guys if zeep and chair have a sunset duo relationship thing going on, havoc are we disaster twins--
HAVOC WE NEED TO INTERACT MORE </3
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dreamerwriternstargazer · 2 years ago
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The… the old man who refused to let his wife die and so…. Kept beating her heart just for her
Even though she was gone…
But he couldn’t be the one to let her die completely-
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bloodmoon24 · 9 months ago
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The ended of that episode with everyone (apart from Jax) catches and holds on to Pomni will always be one of my favorite scene moments
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THE PARALLELS FROM THE BEGGINING AND THE END OF THE EPISODE? AND POMNI REALIZING SHE DOES HAVE PEOPLE WHO CARE FOR HER NOW AUGH MY HEART
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pigswithwings · 7 days ago
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wanting to make friends with people at all ever is so embarassing and makes me feel deranged. please i want to know you because i think you're genuinely really cool and I'd like to form a connection. do you want to shoot me badly
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holyadoptionpapersbatman · 18 days ago
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Okay, now I'm just imagining an au where Telemachus gains training and self-confidence and cunning a little bit earlier (16 or 17-ish??) and manages to find a loophole that allows him to just kill all the suitors. He manages to convince his mother and his people to become King of Ithaca, but also letting people know that they still believe that Odysseus is still alive.
And so, in classic Anastasia fashion, men come up to Telemachus (despite hearing about his recent feat in killing 108 men single-handedly) declaring that they're his father.
Now, he could just straight up kill them.
But instead, he decides to use his mother's challenges.
The first challenge, as we all know it, is that they need to string his father's bow (that's now extra blessed by Athena so that Odysseus is the only person who manages) and shoot through 12 axes.
Then, if they miraculously manage it because they had their own divine intervention, Telemachus will take them into his "parents' room". The Quotation Marks are there because it isn't actually his parents' room. It's just a really lavish room no one in the royal family is using. But he will tell the man that it surely is. And if the man agrees, Telemachus will kill that man on the spot.
Many fail the first test and are sent away.
One manages to get divine intervention from Apollo, but fails the second test and dies.
And then, suddenly, there's this beggar. Athena is quiet in Telemachus' head, but the young man now 20 years old dares not to believe. This old man who looks worn, tired, starved of love and yet looks at Telemachus as if he has plenty to give him. Telemachus dares not to hope.
He remains stoic in his seat, eyes glaring, anticipating the old man to make a mistake so he could send him on his way. Or if he becomes too rowdy, kill him and forget about all this and brood in disappointment.
But the beggar manages. He strings the bow. He shoots through the axes cleanly.
"What is the second challenge?" the old man asks, voice scratchy but amused.
Telemachus is quiet for a few moments.
Then, he stands from his throne.
"Follow me."
Telemachus' heart is pounding in his chest. Athena still hasn't spoken. But she is here, he feels her presence.
This is the moment of truth.
Telemachus leads Odysseus to a lavish room different from the man who had been assisted by Apollo.
He stands in the middle of it, gesturing randomly.
"Here is your and mother's room," he said, keeping his voice level. He fakes a smile as he adds, "Please wait here as I call for her. She must be in the gardens somewhere."
The man is quiet, eyes shining in the light as he shakily gestures to the bed.
"That is not our bed."
Telemachus refrains from sucking in a breath. "What do you mean?" he asks, prompting, challenging the man to explain.
"I carved the bed your mother and I laid in with my own hands," the man said, voice trembling even more now. "From the olive tree where we first met. I built the palace around that because that bed, our wedding bed, is the symbol of our love."
The man looks at Telemachus desperately. "This cannot be our room. If it is, please, I beg you, tell me what happened to the bed."
Telemachus' voice is almost a whisper when he asks, "How easy would it be to move the bed?"
The man, Odysseus, his father, cries, "The bed is the tree itself!"
Telemachus finally let his tears fall.
"This isn't your room, father," he said, smiling as droplet after droplet fell from his face. "Your room had not changed, and your bed had never been moved. Mother is waiting there as she had always been for the past 20 years."
The man stares at him, and suddenly Telemachus felt self-concious as he wipes his tears away. His father must be angry, or indignant. He wonders if he disappointed his father, and resigns himself that there's nothing Telemachus could do if he has. He has his own style of dealing with things, so if his father couldn't accept it, then he guesses that's that.
"You've grown into such a cunning young man, my son."
Telemachus widens his eyes and looks, actually looks at his father. His father is smiling. It's the same smile his father gave him when he came and declared himself as Odysseus, came and accepted Telemachus' challenge, but this time his perspective isn't smothered with bitterness and longing. This time, Telemachus allowed himself to hope and believe that the man, his father, is looking at him with such adoration and unconditional love.
Telemachus opens his arms, and before he could even say anything, his father brings the two of them together in the tightest and warmest hug he's ever experienced.
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corysius · 2 years ago
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“ The time for sleep is now
but it’s nothing to cry about
‘cause we’ll hold each other soon. “
They make me very sad, I hope the originals are together wherever they ended up after they passed SKDKDC
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askunwantedguestnarrator · 1 month ago
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coraex · 1 year ago
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🥹🥹🥹
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These two need to hug and make up! This is fantasy land on Pabu where everybody gets to be happy. I think Phee and Wrecker would get these guys out of their shells. I feel like they'd open up after receiving hugs and then give them all the time. Also, Hunter would lift Crosshair off the ground just cause he knows it gets on Crosshairs nerves. This one makes me wanna draw Hunter more. His tattoo is fun.
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mnyehlike · 1 year ago
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would it be cheesy of me to say that a tear genuinely came to my eye
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idiotlyer · 8 months ago
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I miss them
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thehauntedmarionnette · 8 months ago
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You know that one meme and it’s like;
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It gives me the exact same vibes as this scene
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“I’m not struggling with a moral dilemma, Izuku. I’m gay”
-Ururaka Ochako 2023 (bc manga)
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thvnkpinkarchiv · 11 months ago
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Jabiim was a nightmare and Padme wasn’t even on the frontlines. She’d anxiously listened to the debriefing about how events unfolded from Coruscant. The death of General Norcuna came as a particularly hard blow. Then again every loss suffered came as a hard blow to Padme. Sometimes she wondered if she was too young to be on the senate. Her generals and council constantly told her she had to take the losses in stride. That she had to be okay with death. That was another reason Anakin understood her better than anyone. He’d never expect her to cover that up. The darkness of their room doesn’t allow her to see much but she can see the distant look in his eyes.
He’s frustrated, who wouldn’t be? Padme slips closer, resting her ear against his chest to listen to the steady beat of his heart in it. This was more difficult for him than it was for her -- more difficult even. He was on the front lines and watched it all happen. If she were a Jedi, she’d probably tell him some of the cryptic things they’d said to her when she was in need of comfort. Words that sounded nice but didn’t do much to help her fix the situation. “I understand. I see so many people suffering and it feels like there’s nothing I can do despite everyone reassuring me I’ve done all I can. Help from a distance.” She quotes one of her handmaids now. “You are fighting, Annie. You’re helping even if it’s hard to see, even if it feels like you’re not changing anything.”
@thvnkpink x
Another campaign, another retreat. Jabim was by far the worst of all the fighting, and how it ended was terrible. Leaving loyalists behind and prioritizing the retreat of clone troopers. The man sighed, stroking her frown hair and shook his head, distracted by her softness. " It feels like no matter how strong I get, my power can't change things."
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dreamerwriternstargazer · 2 years ago
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Greg’s Anatomy really said that heaven is being able to haunt your loved one and be with her, see her and touch her one more time
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