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localcreeture · 6 months ago
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WAIT I JUST REALISED ???
IF THE MAIN CAST HAS THEIR CONSCIOUSNESSES UPLOADED INTO THE DIGITAL CIRCUS, THEN WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO THEIR PHYSICAL REAL-WORLD BODIES????
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coffee-scrub · 5 months ago
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Mia would have some choice words on Phoenix’s taste in men
Bonus:
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warren-keplers-funk-band · 5 months ago
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every time i want to be absolutely ruined, i just think about the fact that, despite being only five seasons, in-universe bbc's merlin spanned over a period of ten years.
ten years during which merlin dressed and undressed arthur every day. took care of his armour. stood and fastened the clasps when arthur was going out to battle. what imaginably could be more quietly intimate than that?
ten years during which merlin withstood being underestimated, withstood all that he had done for arthur being unacknowledged, just so he could stay by his side.
ten years during which the most powerful magical being in albion chose to stay by arthur's side as his manservant, and his friend. destiny be damned.
that utter devotion, loyalty to each other? arthur's reciprocated loyalty to and love for merlin despite the fact that, in his mind, he was just a human servant who hadn't saved his life nearly half as much as in reality?
I'M DEAD. BOWLED OVER. IN RUINS.
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chronalshifts · 6 days ago
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i think a lot of people are calling viktor’s reaction to waking up changed and then almost immediately leaving for zaun unrealistic and like… yes it would be. for someone whose mind has not been affected by the hexcore. he speaks differently, he hears sky’s voice through its influence, he can no longer feel the cold, or the warmth of jayce’s hug. he walks away from jayce because he can no longer feel the affection that kept them together, and he sees no logical point in remaining when they have no common ground anymore. he might not be a machine externally, exactly, but his mind certainly isn’t human anymore.
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itslilacokay · 1 month ago
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oh would you look at that
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part 1!
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b0bbynash · 2 months ago
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vanmarkus · 5 months ago
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EVAN BUCKLEY + his style over the years ↳ part 17/?
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sempegzrd · 27 days ago
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ive been relistening and rereading h2g2 ALOT and by now its unfair not to draw anything
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saym0-0 · 25 days ago
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au where when martin calls jon's bluff in season 4 (? its been a while idk where exactly) about stabbing their eyes out and running away together, they go fuck you no and actually go through with it. they then go to their only other friends, their former band mates like heeyyy i just disabled myself and cant really live alone rn help 🙏 and boom somehow they restart the mechanisms. jon gets cool steampunk prosthetic eyes. they look like this. (image under the cut). oh yeah they/them jon because they deserve it
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(link to the reddit post this is from)
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heroesriseandfall · 2 months ago
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The Batman creative team in 1990 was really like “we’re not sure if we want Tim Drake to be another orphan so we’ll just keep Jack Drake in a coma until we make up our mind.”
Literally they just spent a few months test-running orphan Tim, then finally decided to bring his dad back, only to kill him off 1.5 decades later when they changed their minds again.
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thefirstknife · 1 month ago
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Some lore tabs that killed me dead and I'll never recover from them. Seasonal gauntlets are about Zavala realising and coming to terms with the fact that he is mortal and has mortal pains. Also, finally, the full confirmation that Guardians resume aging when they lose their Light:
He moved his chair back and considered his knee. What had he done to hurt it? He had not exercised yet, he had not gone on his usual patrol… he had done nothing. Why would a knee hurt from doing nothing? The riddle dissolved. He was starting to age.
But also:
He allows a hand to rest on his aching knee. To venerate it. He feels it solid under his palm. It is his, it is real, it is both portentous and precious. He is aging. He will age. An absurd and joyous thought warms in his chest: how fortunate, to have lived long enough to grow old. How invaluable, to make the space between himself and the horizon matter. How much time is left? And is it best spent with his knees under a desk?
Genuinely crying over this. How fortunate to live long enough to grow old. Man. Also at the end he asks for a break for one week and Ikora offers him two weeks.
The next one just... I have no words. It has to be read in full. It's about Saint going through it, having memories of his past and also dealing with the guilt with what's happening to Mithrax. Truly every sentence in this one is a gutpunch all the way to the end. Excerpts:
The hum of activity was overpowering yet reassuring to Saint-14 as he stopped to watch an older Eliksni expertly weave fabric on a well-worn loom. The woven symbols were unique and unfamiliar to the Exo, but he watched in awe as an iridescent glow emerged within the vibrant cerulean cloth. Fit for a Kell, Saint mused to himself— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory echoed in his mind. All he could feel in this moment… was shame.
Saint remembering his crimes against the Eliksni and feeling shame.
He hurried past the weaver and through the crowd, landing squarely in front of a tea stand, a sample placed in his hand before he could open his mouth to refuse. He looked down. The opaque liquid steamed in his cup, pungent and medicinal. Like distilled Darkness, Saint realized— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory filled his sight. All he could feel in this moment… was sadness.
Tea reminded him of all the stuff with Osiris and he is not processing it well. I say excerpts but I have to put the rest entirely because like. Okay.
Saint placed his favorite keepsake, a small stuffed bear, on the Kell's throne. Gently, he adjusted the lavender ribbon at its neck; the crisp satin sat in stark contrast to the bear's hazy black eyes, to its slightly worn ear and well-loved fur. A gift, once a comfort to a child of the City. A gift, once a comfort to Saint in the face of loss, in the face of— Breath caught in his throat; hands shook— Flashes of memory swelled in his heart. Osiris. His strong laugh. His deep, soulful eyes. The warmth of his smile. Of his touch. Memories of comfort, but all he could feel in this moment… was guilt. Intense and overwhelming, like daggers cutting through him, sharpness bleeding through sweetness. Saint breathed deeply and stared at the medical equipment around the empty throne before him. "The cost of my joy," Saint whispered, and he wept.
He has a teddy bear. He once gave it to a child, but someone returned it to him when he was grieving about Osiris, to comfort him, and he'd kept it. And he put it on Mithrax's throne because he feels guilt that Mithrax is suffering because he helped him and Osiris.
I'm ending it all.
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blue-boxes-magic-and-tea · 3 months ago
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reading lockwood and co (especially the first two books) i’m like wow lockwood so in love lucy so in love that’s crazy
but waTCHING IT???? seeing the way their eyes linger on each others????? seeing the way everyone immediately clocks them????? the way they can’t stop yearning for the other???? seeing his tiny smile that’s just for her???? HOW HE LEANS INTO HER?????? THE AMOUNT OF VALUE AND RESPECT HE HAS FOR HER???????
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pepoboyz · 3 months ago
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darling heart, i loved you from the start
but that’s no excuse for the state im in
[id: a digital portrait of runaan from the dragon prince. he has pinkish skin, long white hair partially pulled back, and purple tattoos of lines and circles on his face and body. he has horns, one is broken. he wears a purple shirt with a deep v-neck and the sleeves pulled up, and a pair of dark teal torn pants with knee-high boots. he sits slightly hunched over with an avoidant gaze. stalking behind him is another version of himself, unkempt and darkened by shadows. he holds two swords, barely visible in the low light. his eye glows red. the background features a treeline, full moon, and traces of haze and mist, all in purple and blue. end id]
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scribbyizhere · 4 months ago
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My take on the Luffy and sex conversation
BONUS !!! YIPPEEEE
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fisheito · 11 months ago
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(3) remaining
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legend-had-it · 5 months ago
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a sanji that takes care of zoros swords when he cannot
and a zoro who cooks food for the crew when sanji can't
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