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mikeyp16 · 1 year ago
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|| Day 9: Rare Pair ||
a very rare pair Ive found myself liking a lot, very little content, unfortunately :'] Idk how to explain it but I think they work in certain context plus its canon they've known each other since WWII
I made a few doodles, but I couldn't choose which one I liked so I uploaded them all lol
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sennikold · 2 years ago
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am i back in my zombie era, the answer is yes.
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bumblingbabooshka · 4 months ago
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Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.
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stellarvoices00 · 12 days ago
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【Be a carefree flying bird】
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ettgenga · 6 months ago
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Ahaha.wav
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fofi42 · 1 month ago
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Let him cry.
Taskmaster s18e07 SPOILERS
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urghblergh · 16 days ago
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Reading "The Never-Ending Sacrifice" together makes the experience somewhat bearable. 😌
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clarisimart · 2 months ago
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Had to do my version of this meme with these two
Ford's got big bambi eyes, fight me
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veinsfullofstars · 9 months ago
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🪞 Fallen angel... who do you see staring back from the Mirror? 🪞
(ID: Kirby series fanart of Galacta Knight and my personal interpretation of his Mirror World counterpart. GK hovers above facing slightly to our left, his feathery wings spread wide, shaded in lilac and tipped with gilded wing talons, a swallow-like tail visible. He holds his shield forward in his left hand (our right) and his lance to the side in his right (our left), a single magenta eye leering at the viewer through the visor of his mask. A halo of heart spears floats and shines angelically behind his horns. Below him, M!GK hovers in the same pose but flipped horizontally and without the halo. Visually, M!GK has mostly the same features as GK, with his color palette being darker and less saturated (dusty purple body, dark gray armor, gray mask, maroon lance, rose-gold horns and weapons accents). His eyes are not visible in the shadow of his mask, but there are signs of erosion running down the metal surface in rusty orange lines, almost like tear tracks. Instead of feathery wings, M!GK has wings composed of jagged shards of pink crystal, glittering and lit from within by a luminous glow. A few pale feathers can still be seen peeking out from his back. END ID.)
Hey, so... what if... I went a little insane for a minute? What if I just... concepted a character... for the sequel... to an AU... I've told no one about... and haven't even finished writing yet? What if I then... pulled the salt shaker labeled "ANGST" out of the pantry and just... unscrewed the cap all over this poor lad? Oh, and Galacta Knight's here, too, I guess.
Sketch started 02/21/24, render started 03/01/24, finished 03/06/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost
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a-very-sparkly-nerd · 2 months ago
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WE CAN LIGHT UP THE WORLD HERE'S HOW TO START: GREET THE WORLD WITH OPEN ARMS, GREET THE WORLD WITH OPEN ARMS
YOU RELY ON WIT AND PEOPLE DIE ON IT
ATHENAAA!
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izzystizzys · 6 days ago
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Die Alone: The Coruscant Guard Christmas Special
All‘s calm and quiet on Coruscant, for once - the Senate‘s either gone home to celebrate the universally beloved Xeshmas with their closest, or is attending the annual festive bash at the Spakatomi Splaza buildings, sponsored by Chandrila. At 79’s, a horde of merry Commanders get together to bask in the Xeshmas spirit (red, green and white shots) and celebrate another year survived. But wait, Bacara groans into someone’s boots only thirty minute into their jolly bash, where the kriff is Fox? Ignored the invite again?
A strange feeling comes over Cody. He spent the entire day brooding, telling everyone who would listen that he has the strangest sensation of having forgotten something important and being told it can’t be that important if he’s forgotten it (Wooley) or to quit being such a partypooper (Rex). Now, it dawns on him.
He never sent that comm to Fox.
To be entirely fair, Fox probably couldn’t have attended either way - stuck as he is as the singular vod on babysitting shift at the empty Senate building. Still, it would’ve been nice to at least hear from some of the others, considering he saw them all loiter towards the clubbing district on security cams anyways. Now, here he sits and gathers dust - as a glorified secretary while his brothers are off partying or on security detail at Spakatomi Splaza.
Fox heaves a deep sigh and traces expletives in the thin film of dust on the reception desk. One positive of this whole thing - for once, he’s safe from being accosted and having slurs thrown at him by uppity senate staff, or, Force forbid, being called on a special mission by the Chancellor. He’s safely in his Nubian mansion by now, thank the Galaxy.
Thire and Ballsy are heading the party security, which, most ridiculous kriffing thing he’s had to assign troopers to in a long time. He would’ve doomed himself to it, but the Chancellor specially requested he man the desks and empty Senate. Fox is, after all, the best of the best.
Kriffing Xeshmas parties. Mothma, who’s usually capable of critical thought, specially requested they be in softshell for this assignment - to make their guests feel more comfortable and off the clock, she told Fox with a completely straight face.
Imagine that. Off the clock. Hah.
Fox is so busy watching the imaginary off-time he’s only heard of in dreams that he doesn’t even register the sudden plunge into darkness, until he starts to blink and his brain slowly comes back online.
Well, kriff.
With a heavy, internalized eyeroll, he flicks at his vambrace. Nothing. Taps for the light-controls. Nothing. Pokes at the screens of various pads.
Nothing.
…double-kriff.
With a much more external sigh, Fox heaves himself to his feet and attempts to manually flick on his helmet lights, only to grunt out a string of curses when he realizes they shorted out along with everything else. He gropes at his belt and -
Yup, magpack on the blaster too. Great.
Fox trudges through the empty, darkened corridors with all the enthusiasm of the world’s saddest glorified customer service worker, mentally cursing all the great forces at work to create this extraordinarly shit day for him.
Mothma for throwing stupid kriffing Xeshmas parties and requesting an unreasonable amount of softshell (!) Guard for it.
Palpatine for ordering him to babysit the Galaxy’s center of operations alone.
Cody and all the rest of them for not even kriffing pretending to invite him to anything anymore.
This stupid kriffing generator for deciding to kick it at the worst possible moment, and whoever was stupid enough to make the whole Senate power grid and comm access dependent on one single kriffing -
Fox freezes, all at once.
Voices. Plural. Outside.
Slowly, Fox creeps towards the slide doors leading outside. He pries them open gently, careful not to allow for a single creak or slip that could give him away. It’s more likely to be nothing than anything, but -
“ - enter from the trash chute, while Bossk takes the staff entrance on the other side and cover more ground that way. Bane, you will screw off the vent covers through the third floor exit and -“
“I know what I’m doing”, a deep, gravelly voice interrupts that sends shivers down Fox’ spine. He’d hoped he’d never have to encounter it outside a criminal court recording again - triple kriff. “I don’t need your lectures, Sing.”
“Touchy today, are we?”, Aurra Sing says, snidely, and it begins to dawn on Fox exactly how kriffed he really is. “Relax, Bane. We know what we’re doing. The Chancellor’s treasury doesn’t stand a chance in Sith-hell.”
A low, vibrating hiss answers her, trembling with laughter. Fox has to force himself to hold his breath to keep in the expletives that want to slip free, hands cold and clammy in his gloves.
“Alright, everyone on position. We wait an hour for the commotion to really get started over at Spakatomi, and then -“
Deciding he’s heard enough, Fox carefully shifts the sliding doors back closed and inches back through the hallways with his heart hammering in his chest. Kriff, kriff and double-kriff this stupid kriffing holiday - first thing he’s doing when he gets out of this alive is outlaw the very idea of Xeshmas for all acting GAR personnel, and then he’s going to shove a Nabooian fir-tree up the ass of Jango Fett’s kriffing ghost, because somehow, this too is his fault. Fox just knows it.
First, though, he’ll have to keep three of the Galaxy’s most infamous and deadly bounty hunters from stealing Republic secrets and treasures on his own.
(Somewhere, among the debris-littered ring of planetary satellites, a string of increasingly desperate comms waits to go through:
CC-4477: FOX
CC-4477: FOX HELP
CC-4477: FOOOOOOOX
CC-4477: THERE ARE SEPPIE TERRORISTS IN THE LOBBY THEY ARE BEATING UP ORGANA
CC-4477: I AMN HIDNG I TOLET
CC-4477: Sorry for that, Commander. The situation is back under control - I have acquired a bomb. I‘m sure you‘re right outside with the others setting up a perimeter - I‘ll keep the hostages safe, ori‘vod! :) -Thire)
#i had an outline to make a full fic out of this but i have barely enough spoons to brush my teeth on the daily so not happening LMAO#spakatomi splaza: space nakatomi plaza#mon mothma inviting the guard to a special party just for them: oh don‘t worry! just come as you are without the work stress it‘ll be fun!#fox who is having an entirely different conversation in a very depressing dimension: everyday senators find new ways to test my will to live#cody screaming crying: WE FORGOT FOX#cue subplot of immense damage to public property as all command class clones on coruscant go on a highspeed chase through coruscant#they stop halfway bcs they turned their comms back on and got ordered to spakatomi splaza#where anakin is obviously having a menty b about padme being one of the hostages#thire aka close enough welcome back john mcclane has it all well under control though#especially once thorn and stone drive one of mas amedda’s private limo speeders through the side door and steal all the hostages#meanwhile aurra sing bossk and cad bane find themselves wishing for prison back#at least they wouldn‘t be locked in with a feral fox and the senate broom closet supplies being used to commit unspeakable acts of terror#bossk gets nailed on the head by a boiling teakettle as well as five bricks#cad bane‘s hat gets burned off in a boobytrap and he remains stuck to an elevator shaft for an hour before todo frees him#and aurra sing electrocuted when she attempts to turn off ‘rockin’ around the xeshmas tree’#i have this mental image of fox waving down at a screaming horde of bountyhunters before cutting the elevator cord cackling wildly#and yoda gets an emotional grandpa moment where the Force tm tells him to abandon the active terrorist threat at spakatomi and go off to#save fox instead#wipes tear from eye#and that’s how the corries saved xeshmas!#palpatine probably gets murdered by like a stray boobytrap fox forgot or something and gets the buzz end scream moment before imploding in#a black cloud of nasty lmao#sw tcw fic ideas#corrie guard#commander fox#commander thire
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noel-levine-fan · 7 months ago
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wait wait wait i cant believe i forgot to post this
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this is a call to to all people who are both fans of HC and WH, if you are one of them i fucking love you
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patolemus · 7 months ago
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Stiles sits in the front row at the funeral.
He’s next to Mellisa, who hasn’t been able to stop crying since she got the news. Stiles’ dad had organized the whole thing, talking with the funerary home and picking up the coffin and the arrangements. He’d only asked Melissa what she wanted on the headstone.
Raphael had showed up the day after. For the first time in his life, he’d looked a mess, hair everywhere and clothes wrinkled as he stormed into the house asking what had happened to his son, tears already gathering in his eyes before he even got a look at Melissa’s face. Stiles hadn’t made fun of him. Stiles hadn’t said anything at all. Raphael sits on Melissa’s other side now, and she grips his hand tight enough it turns white. He hasn’t been back for five years.
God, Scott hadn’t seen his had for five years, and now he’s dead. Scott’s dead.
Stiles thinks it still hasn’t sunk in. He’s in the middle of his best friend’s funeral - it’s closed casket because his body was so mangled up that the EMPs could barely recognize him. Stiles had heard his dad on the phone with one of his deputies talking about it, before he’d realized just whose body they were talking about - and it still hasn’t clicked that Scott won’t be coming out of his casket, that this isn’t some kind of sick practical joke for getting him out of bed the night before school started.
Stiles is not crying. He hasn’t cried once since hearing the news. His dad is crying, sitting on his other side. Scott’s like a second son to him.
Was. Scott was like a second son to him. Was because he’s gone now. Because he’s dead.
Scott’s dead.
His best friend since preschool is dead. His brother is dead. The kindest, most caring person in the world is dead. Stiles goaded him into going to the preserve to look for half a dead body - and God, he’s such an asshole. A dead body? What was he even thinking? - and now Scott doesn’t even get to show his face at his own funeral because whatever killed him barely left any of him to bury.
If only he’d stayed. If only he’d told his dad Scott was with him that night instead of leaving him there. But no, Stiles hadn’t wanted Scott to get grounded because he dragged him out of bed, so he’d kept quiet. Even when he’d seen the pair of red eyes and that— that thing in the corner of his eye. Stiles hadn’t said anything. He thought they’d laugh about it at lunch the next day.
Now Scott’s dead.
Scott is dead.
And Stiles knows exactly what did it.
(He’s going to fucking kill it.)
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park-kyungsun · 7 months ago
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We wanted you to live proudly without feeling discouraged out in the world... So Myeong, if someone asks where you belong to, say, "Me? I belong to Hyungnim." Okay? Whether you went to college or not, no matter where you were born, and whether your name is known or not, say, "I forever belong to my Hyungnim." Got it? Congratulations on graduating, little brother. You did so well.
TMS tearjerker series 3/?
The Sixth Shot: We'll See Each Other Tomorrow
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navysvettel · 7 months ago
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when nico had daniel STUGGLING to put together a sentence in italian so they could exclude lewis
their beef was so funnyyyyy
It got me giggling and crying at the same time
seb vettel making snarky brocedes comments in the post podium interviews was glorious
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macskasbacsi · 8 months ago
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im framing this panel
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