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unkindcorvid · 7 months ago
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Hozier came to Alabama and talked civil rights. How the American civil rights movement of the 60s directly influenced Ireland, about how boycotts disrupted apartheid South Africa and, and called for a cease fire in Gaza and a free Palestine.
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courfee · 10 months ago
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oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers
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canisalbus · 3 months ago
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i decided today was as good a day as any other to learn how to 3d sculpt and then trace and animate the model…
so i made a little machete to spin in my head
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(i still want to fix the snout length a little so it looks consistent, but i feel like it’s a pretty good first attempt at this)
hope you have a nice day and nicer ones to come! :)
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normal-about-the-dca · 2 months ago
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They look like they're having an allergic reaction....
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cecoeur · 18 days ago
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How do you sleep at night? No one to hide behind Betrayed every alibi you had You had every chance to make amends instead you got drunk on bitterness And you still claim that you're innocent, it's sad
#daniel ricciardo#dr3#christian horner#for the blacklists#I recognize that christian horner in a gifset is NOT the kind of content people in ricnation are looking for rn#debated posting this but fuck it#me 🤝🏼 daniel: two bitches that love a depressing song lyric#it's about breaking free from a toxic relationship and the importance of prioritizing one's own needs#and that it can take a long time to recognize the dynamics at play in those relationships#and removing yourself from that situation can be just as hard and that just kind of epitomizes daniel with christian for me#in the return to rbr I think daniel trusted that CH would at the very least be straight forward and upfront with him#even if the end result wasn't what daniel wanted or hoped for#daniel could handle not getting the rbr seat#but something he couldn't handle was the truth that the one person he believed he could trust was gaslighting him and using him#and daniel had a light bulb moment - the point where you realize that sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself is to walk away#and so he got out#also this is obviously my interpretation of a relationship that I have zero insider info on and maybe they are chill now#as always…thinking too deeply about people I don’t know in the tags#also i recognize that this song is actually about a tiktok hype house but whatever rbr are that immature so it fits#this is my first go with this type of editing in PS so if you have any tips on style and execution i'm all ears#Apparently i also owe CH an apology bc i was so sure he didn't shake daniel's hand pre-race in singapore but he actually did and i missed i#during the breakdown i was having anyway fuck him still
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hyolks · 1 month ago
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thank u god kim jungsu is not a guitarist i wouldn't survive it
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reythensomethingelse · 3 months ago
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sam and max doodles 😛😛
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delta-piscium · 2 years ago
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Steve makes one of those teacher tiktok accounts where he mostly talks about teaching and tips for learning and stuff, he also posts videos like
“You wonder what it’s like to be a teacher? I’m spending my evening doing seating arrangements, the trick is to not let people who have any kind of tension, are close friends, have a crush, lose concentration easily, sit close to each other… so basically I’m playing sudoko but I only have 1, 2s, and 3s… and also the numbers change daily..” you can see him looking down at something wrinkling his eyebrows and then nodding to himself and he’s like “I think I got it though”
the next day he duets it and it’s just him looking tired and in the background you can hear incoherent shouting, the caption just says ‘there’s apparently been a breakup’
for some reason there’s a comment by Eddie Munson, famous rockstar, that’s like “you should let it play out, drama is what high school is about” and Steve has just replied “this is why you repeated senior year twice” not acknowledging at all that this famous Grammy winner commented and everyone are just like ??? ?? what are you doing here ??? and why is this high school teacher roasting u ???
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bartholomew-junior · 9 months ago
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wooooo revived!clover! i have so many thoughts abt this au and they cannot all fit here so take some doodles
@brewingcoffi
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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 month ago
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Thinking of a modern frat Harringroveson au with chubby!Billy, because he’s my favorite, and a scenario that’s similar to that one tumblr(?) post about the girl who lost her keys at a frat party, if anyone knows what I’m talking about.
Specifically the part where she wanders around the house looking the morning after, and no one is particularly helpful until she runs into a guy who sends a text to the group chat with a description of the keys, and suddenly like twenty of them spring into action like soldiers and find her keys in less than a minute?
It’s peak boys will be boys and I love it so much.
So I’m thinking about Billy, Eddie, and Steve being in a frat. Particularly one of the larger ones, so the house is roomy and kind of daunting when first stepping into the foyer.
Steve is taking an exam and he, very miserably, let it be known that he would be gone for most of the afternoon, seeing as his next couple classes were nearly back to back after his test. So, he’s out of the house all day, and Eddie takes the opportunity to have a scary movie marathon with Billy.
Because they might as well do something other than sit around and wait for him to come home, and why not watch something creepy? Steve hates scary movies, so it only makes sense.
The house isn’t buzzing with activity at two in the afternoon on a weekday, so the couple settle into the living room. Have some popcorn, get comfy on the sofa, light a fall-scented candle to match the cooling temperature outside, and it’s perfect.
Until Tommy (I’m picking on him this time, sorry) meanders in about halfway through The Fly.
Maybe it’s a running bit in the house, something born of affection, that it’s acceptable to poke fun at Billy for his size. He’s one of the bigger guys, in every sense, and he gets easily flustered, so he’s teased a lot. They chant his name when he does keg chugs at parties, and they even call him The Tank.
Partly because he can put a lot away, and partly because he’ll do some serious damage if he decides to throw down.
Maybe Tommy takes the joke too far. Instead of giving Billy a pat on the back and calling him big guy, be calls him lardass. Maybe he comments a little too much on Billy’s eating habits, trying to get some kind of rise out of him.
While Billy used to get pissed, used to get in his face and promise to kick his ass before someone intervened, he just gets… uncomfortable now. Usually whenever Tommy enters a room, before he even opens his mouth.
Like right now.
Eddie has his arm around Billy’s shoulders, cradling him against his side, fingers tip-tapping against the blond’s bicep as he noses a kiss into his hair.
“This sweater’s real cute on you,” he murmurs. Billy hums appreciatively, and Eddie smiles as he digs his hand into the bowl of popcorn in his lap. “My cute little muncher.”
A door closes in the close distance, and suddenly Billy goes a bit rigid where he leans against Eddie’s shoulder.
Tommy pads into the room, hands on his hips as he glances between the tv and the couple sitting on the couch. Spreads an amused little smirk, eyes tracing up and down the scene.
“No Steve today?” he wonders. Eddie shakes his head and turns his focus back to the movie. “And did you just call him little?”
The freckled brunet snorts, and Eddie huffs a groan and lolls his head back.
“Can you leave, please? Crawl back into whatever hole you spawned from?”
“Hey, this is the communal living room, I can come in here if I want.” Tommy plops down in the recliner and cocks his head to the side. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Eddie lifts his head again, brows drawn together as he shifts to fish his phone out of his pocket after he pauses the movie. He rubs up and down Billy’s arm where his hand is still resting, and taps on his screen.
“I’m trying to watch a movie with my boyfriend, Hagan. He’s never seen The Fly, and we’re on kind of a schedule ‘cause we have to finish both movies before Stevie gets home,” Eddie says. “I’d say I wouldn’t mind if you watched and just kept your trap shut, but I’d really rather you just leave.”
“So you’re saying I can’t come into the living room in my own house? What would El Presidente think of that?”
Tommy clicks his tongue. Billy shifts when his eyes fix on him.
“I’m saying you make my boyfriend uncomfortable, and I’m saying you should fuck off about it.”
“I make him uncomfortable? I can hardly go anywhere in this place without seeing some kind of perverse display.”
Eddie quirks a brow.
“Perverse display?”
“Well, yeah.” Tommy crosses his arms, and it’s remarkably bratty. “You guys are always feeling him up, or sucking face, and he’s always pigging out. You don’t see how that could be disturbing?”
There’s a beat of silence. Eddie’s mouth pinches into a line when he notices the tinge of red in Billy’s expression. Notices how he leans closer, making himself smaller, and how out of character that is.
Eddie wants to rattle off an insult about how Tommy’s hair is always a mess, his room is filthy, and point out that his girlfriend has been cheating on him since the dawn of time. He wants to tell him how fragile he is if he thinks that two people sharing a kiss is obscene, or that snacking on popcorn is pigging out.
Eddie wants to say all of it so bad, but instead, he types briefly, and hits send.
Instantly, both Billy and Tommy’s phones buzz, and they both pull them out of their pockets. To Tommy’s horror, it’s a notification from the group chat. A voice note with a text attached to it.
Trying to watch a movie and this fuckhead Hagan can’t decide between being fatphobic or homophobic. I think we’ll start looking for an apartment so we can watch movies in peace.
It takes merely seconds for messages to start rolling in. Everything varying from what the fuck to hell no to questioning if the text is genuine, and if Eddie is serious about moving out. Eddie grins, and briefly hopes that Steve remembered to silence his phone before his exam.
Then, Tommy’s phone starts vibrating with a call. His eyes go wide, and he swallows before answering.
Eddie bites back on a laugh, knowing that only one person besides Steve has yet to have texted back.
“Hello?” Tommy answers.
He cringes briefly, and nods to himself as he pulls his phone away from his ear, and taps the screen.
“Am I on speaker, dipshit?” Jason asks.
“Yes.”
Tommy’s voice is suddenly timid, face hot with shame, and Eddie presses his lips together when a laugh threatens to sputter out.
Over the phone, Jason sighs.
“Hey, Bill? Edd? Can you guys hear me?”
Eddie clears his throat and exhales a calming sigh.
“Sir, yes sir.”
“Good.” There’s some static and some shuffling over the line. “You okay, Billy?”
For a moment, the blond is quiet, but he relaxes a bit when Eddie gives him a soft squeeze.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he says.
“Cool. I’m kinda caught between classes right now or I’d deal with it myself, but I promise it’ll still be handled. I’m really sorry you guys had to put up with this, so I’ll have a couple pizzas sent to the house.”
Eddie nods in approval.
“We appreciate you, boss man,” he says.
“Alright, I’ll let you guys get back to your movie. Hagan, I hope you have street clothes on.”
Then, Jason hangs up. Things are quiet for a moment. Anticipation is thick in the air, and then there’s a new message in the group chat from El Presidente.
Hagan is excommunicado, effective immediately.
Eddie snorts when not a single text rolls through after that, but there’s the sound of movement upstairs.
“John Wick,” Billy murmurs, nodding. “Nice.”
There’s footsteps. Heavy scraping. Tommy stands up from his seat, ready to bolt upstairs to see what the commotion is, but he doesn’t make it further than the base of the stairs before the noise and voices get louder.
Then, things come flying down the steps, and Tommy barely jumps out of the way.
Armfuls of clothes, shoes, a backpack. Tommy’s eyes blow so wide Eddie thinks they might pop out of his head.
The mattress is next, with the sheets still on, and then figures come into view. Argyle and Jonathan carrying a dresser down the stairs in nothing but their socks and underwear, full drawers threatening to slide out and spill clothes everywhere. Patrick is right behind them with a nightstand in his grasp, alarm clock and bong still resting on top. More voices follow, and more and more comes tumbling down the stairs.
Nothing is moved carefully. Wooden legs are skidded across the floor, corners are banged against the guard rail and doorframe, and Tommy’s laptop is thrown like a frisbee out onto the concrete walkway.
It’s beautiful, Eddie thinks, how fast the pile of trash and other belongings accumulates, and how he counts probably fifteen heads as the guys dump everything out into the front yard. They wail at Tommy as they pass, booing and poking and some even pinching him before the guys all disperse like roaches when the light flicks on.
A few pass by the sofa, offering condolences like they’re at a funeral, and Argyle even tousles Billy’s hair before he disappears.
Tommy is left standing there, staring through the open doorway at his entire existence spread out on the ground in front of him. Eddie snorts when he sees the tiny Tommy Hagan has been removed from group notice appear in the bottom of the chat, followed by a plethora of saluting emojis.
He ropes Billy closer into his side and kisses his hair, shutting his phone off.
“You gonna be hungry for pizza?” he murmurs.
Billy tilts his head up to look at him, eyes glassy, and chews his lip.
“Mhmm,” he hums. “You think Stevie’s gonna be stressed when he checks his phone?”
He closes his eyes when Eddie squeezes him and presses a kiss to his forehead. Relaxes into the embrace when the front door shuts.
“I’ll send him a picture when the pizza gets here so he knows you’re okay.”
“Why wait ‘til the pizza gets here?” Billy muses.
He hums a laugh and turns further into Eddie, tucking his face in the crook of his neck and smoothing his hand over his chest. The brunet sighs comfortably as he feels around his lap for the remote, and traces shapes against Billy’s bicep with his free hand.
“‘Cause the only thing cuter than you in your comfy sweater is you having a snack in your comfy sweater.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm. Don’t want him to miss out on it.”
Eddie smiles as he presses play, and Billy chuckles into his neck.
“Me neither.”
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rotdecaydraw · 4 months ago
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artfight revenge for @saszor & @piratechaos !!
dividers made by @ eimogji !
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randomcollection-o-stuff · 1 year ago
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I Am so glad that my first time reading Dracula is through Dracula Daily and Re:Dracula. It is so immersive reading along with Mr. Harker, whose voice actor is incredible btw, all of them are!!!! Cannot recommend it enough
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crechurechaos · 8 months ago
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i am so normal about themg 👍👍
bonus (helfp i keep laughing at thism, i need sleep so bad)
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bobosbillionsknives · 8 months ago
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The maximum twins (not shipping content)
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rika-mortis · 11 months ago
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Every time I'm not thinking about Miles I'll be thinking about this bastard instead
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bacchuschucklefuck · 6 months ago
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riz gukgak is SO distressing to have as a favourite character I can never funckign rest out here
#not art#smthing abt his character being motivated so equally by truth and fear#and he keeps looking for an institution that'd both help him seek the truth and assuage his fears#with him first being a PI bc his mom was a cop and then a junior agent with blessings from his dad#and hes like on that precipice of realising that its not just the people in the seats its the concept of it from the ground up thats fucked#so hes inclined towards conspiracy thoughts and an end-justifies-the-means pattern of action#like. man. hes just so fucking filled with anxiety. he guards the things that make him happy with ferocity#and the thing is! the world encourages this! every time hes paranoid he turns out to be right#that paranoia that already came from having very little control over a world thats unkind to you#honestly all the bad kids were prime radicalization/cult materials in freshman year but I feel like riz is even More so#theyre so fucking lucky they ended up together like that. there are so many things you can promise a kid#who already had plenty of things taken from and kept from him. a kid with an overworked mom and a missing babysitter#if riz didnt run into the bad kids it would be childs play to isolate him. gods. head in hands I cannot fuckign be here dude#this is why the ''small'' comic I tried to sketch ballooned up to almost 30 panels lmao needed to stuff someof this somewhere#but also skip is my favourite from ASO so maybe I just like experiencing hardship and challenges in daily mental exercises
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