#I’ve been here so long…
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just-your-average-cryptid · 2 years ago
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all but ONE of these is a real thing in the series. some are badly described but still true. if you know the answer don’t give it away; I wanna know how fake these sound to people who haven’t read the books
reblogs appreciated!
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chloesimaginationthings · 7 months ago
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Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2
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jazzandpizazz · 3 months ago
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i may have started watching star trek…
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clearlydusty · 26 days ago
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Just disappear.
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tommykinardbuckley · 2 months ago
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garfield-milk · 2 years ago
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this is my formal apology to the zukka nation for not posting art in *checks blog* 2 months , sorry!
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isezrahomeyet · 1 year ago
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OUR BOY IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Make me feel like a millionaire~
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adamdusmortain · 2 months ago
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infamous has been apart of my elite army of if’s since the prologue but… now you’re in the top two. i can’t get it out of my mind, especially with the most recent update. i need to live breathe (eat?) this. @infamous-if thank you and what have you done to my sanity.
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minimujina · 2 months ago
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wriothesley is an old lover, i think. he’s tough and strong and oh-so-ruggedly handsome; he’s a gentle handler, a slow mover. it takes knowing someone a long time before he can either fall in love with them or, if he happened to fall fast and hard, get the guts to do something about it.
when he does something about it, it’s so romantic and genuine and sweet that you’ll want to metaphorically throw up. in a time where things move so fast—technology makes strides every day, engineers are speeding along the progress of society, and people become daily entangled in small trysts of passion, leaving fragments of themselves scattered—wriothesley moves deliciously slow.
it makes you feel so special, the way he practically courts you. he’s so god damn respectful of everything about you, it’s disgusting. the simple ways he shows affection for you are so beautiful and veneratingly intimate that it almost feels vulgar. wriothesley naturally creates a space around himself that is so safe and so quiet, you melt into vulnerability before you can even think. he makes it easy to be relaxed, and that can be scary when you are used to being on guard.
he is patient, and he’s kind. he’s certainly not perfect, as no one can be—he has his flaws, and he recognizes his own shortcomings. though easy to talk to, easy to get along with, wriothesley does guard his heart carefully, masking himself and his intentions until he’s gauged the trustworthiness of a companion. it can sometimes be difficult to bring the defenses down, even in the most trusted presence; he is used to being fully performative, fully vigilant. he can struggle to communicate in this stage, because he is uncertain of himself and others and, frankly, everything all at once. but once the wall comes down, he’s all authentic, coming as he is without the pre-painted mask.
i feel as if it takes a lot of mutual comfort and reassurance in that stage of scary vulnerability. it is somewhat grotesque to be seen as you are and then to watch someone choose to see more of you over and over and over. you are dying and you are living and it’s mortifying and really very wonderful.
after the initial knowing, there comes the valley where it feels as if your souls begin to intertwine, and the knowing becomes so much more intimate than you might have prepared yourself for. wriothesley wants to hide, and you might too. there are probably some bumps where he puts off replying to letters, or perhaps you procrastinate scheduling visits to the fortress, and you both act very silly, and you misunderstand and squabble a bit and make up. the silliness, however, is not unwarranted, as you both are very aware of how scary it can be to like someone and to be liked. and to watch and feel as the liking turns to loving, and knowing turns to becoming, and suddenly your hands and hearts are glued like crafts and it would be a dire mistake to unravel the lovely work of two loving souls—but moving forward is still, perhaps, so very uncomfortable. but you will, you will do it.
wriothesley likes you so much that he feels himself fall apart. the entirety of the strength he has built up within himself wavers under your soft gaze; your eyes rip him to shreds, but gently, lovingly. you reduce him to nothing but a lovestruck schmuck.
the depths of his adoration for you are, in a sense, biblical. if you have no religious background, you could call his love something sacred, something reverent. he’d never anticipated feeling this way for someone; now that he’s become so deeply entrenched in everything about you, wriothesley feels a deep need to protect and to provide. he is unsure what the future could look like due to his position as the duke of meropide, but he is certain that everything will fall into place if it is meant to be. whatever the case, he’s an absolute schmuck, hanging off your every word and footstep. 100% would follow you around like a lost puppy were he not duty-bound to his work.
for you, it’s really the fact that you could sit in his presence for hours, safely and peacefully, without having spoken a word. there could be no sound in his office but the time-dusted record playing and tea-crusted pages turning, and all would still be well. no guessing, nothing under the rug for you to worry your silly head about—it is just he and you and his work and your books, and the music and his breathing and your humming and embroidery. nothing has transpired but the work that has been done and the record that has played a dozen times over. you may pick up where you left off with him, only with a lighter chest and clearer mind.
sigewinne would oft find the duke passed out in his big red chair, his sweet little lover over on the couch gone to dreamland all the same. it was picturesque. she sometimes wished she could call her friend mamere to paint it, to capture in art whatever it was she could not with words. sigewinne was still learning about humans—and she could glean a lot just from watching you and the duke. but sometimes, like this domestic scene, she would find herself puzzled, unable to describe the feelings that emerged from seeing two humans so safe and comfortable with each other in this particular manner. sigewinne would tip-toe back down the stairs and out of the duke’s office, much to ponder, and much to ask monsieur neuvillette.
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very self indulgent, but i finally wrote something 😵‍💫 it just came out like blaarrggh
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birf · 1 year ago
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itsticklishme23 · 18 days ago
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☀️✨☀️
It’s been so warm outside lately! I might as well prance around in my crop tops and shorts, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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no other reason to let my shirts lift up when I stretch, squirming subtly when I feel the breeze gently kiss my armpits… or let my tummy muscles flex ever so slightly when it’s in your line of sight…
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No, no. It’s not like I want you to slowly walk up to me while my eyes widen and my heart thumps in my chest in anticipation, my excitedly nervous smile peeking out when you pin me against a wall, especially when you whisper in my ear all the ways you’ll make my skin tingle and giggles pour from my lips… all before you swiftly grab me, swoop me up, carry me to the nearest bed and strap me down to make me pay in laughter for all my “mean” teasing.
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Nah!!! That thought hasn’t crossed my mind at all! Why do you ask? 😇
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formerprincewille · 5 months ago
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Something that really sets Wille and Simon apart from other queer ships is that when we say their love language is physical touch, IT REALLY IS PHYSICAL TOUCH. And I’m not speaking of just sex. Over the course of the show, the amount of touching between them is astronomical. And that’s really something rarely seen in queer media. There may be moments here or there, but often times there’s a lack of physical contact unless it’s for “the plot”. Wille and Simon feel like a real couple in the way they’re always physically reaching out for each other.
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laurancezvahlslefteyebrow · 11 months ago
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laury and malachi (aka father n son .. tell me im wrong i dare you)
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napping-sapphic · 5 months ago
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Go for a drive with me until we end up sitting in a parking lot and talking for hours
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wigglebox · 8 months ago
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Backseat Shenanigans
Drawn for @destieldtiyschallenge based on this original by @stab-of-hunger
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