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paint-music-with-me · 1 year ago
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OMG
STEVE HARRINGTON AS A COLOR GUARD INSTRUCTOR
ROBIN BUCKLEY AS A MARCHING BAND INSTRUCTOR
AND EDDIE MUNSON IS THE NEW PHOTOGRAPHER FOR THE SCHOOL
AND THEYRE ALL STRESSED FOR MARCHING BAND CHAMPIONSHIPS
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gongyussy · 10 months ago
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MONKEY MAN (2024)
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valeriapryanikova · 1 month ago
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choose your (secret) fighter
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greenbergsays · 4 months ago
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I'm going to say something that will make sense to the Fandom Olds and will probably be slightly controversial to the younger crowds, but I'm going to say it anyways
TPTB becoming increasingly aware of fandom and fanfiction over the past two-ish decades and thus, the spawning of the expectation of your ship going canon has ruined fandom a little bit
I mean, fandom does a great job of ruining itself a lot of the time, but this idea that a ship isn't "real" or "valid" if it isn't canon
or the idea that one ship is superior to the other because one is canon and the other isn't?
it's absolutely bananas
I grew up in an era of fandom where characters didn't even have to be from the same media source to ship them. I mean, do you know how many BtVS/HP crossover fics I read back in the early 2000s???
That shit was never gonna be canon, but we had fun with it, anyways
Like. Yeah, a lot of fanon speculation is bullshit, but it always has been and always will be. You have hundreds and/or thousands of people riffing off each other, the observations and the meta will always be deeper than what TPTB intended, and that's okay! That's what makes it fun!
I just think more people would be a lot happier in their fandom experiences if they realized that fandom is supposed to be an escape instead of a crusade
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pidgydraws · 3 months ago
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🌿 "fields of dreamless solitude" 🌿
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traaumaa · 2 months ago
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*has several debilitating disorders* idk maybe i'm just lazy
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friedunicornstudio · 3 months ago
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We painted a new Shiranui zodiac piece this year featuring all the brush god constellations!
(Shiranui themself is in front of the Hanagami, but we did paint them. They're still there. It counts)
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batbabydamian · 1 year ago
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*you opening the love letter* what does your damijon look like, pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, i know it would be so cute, i just know it 🙏🙏🙏
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here you go! thank you for the ask, this was a lot of fun to do! they're working on a case together ^^
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polina-kov · 3 months ago
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the mutation must survive.
Art Print!!!
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m00nbuggies · 1 month ago
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hi guys. fun fact. i miss empires.
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sabh0 · 10 months ago
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Old Chuuya drawn over that Angel with a Shotgun nightcore version thumbnail
for that one person asking about it muah
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crowmise · 1 month ago
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Oh em gee..
Fanart for @frenchiefieart
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liketolaugh-writes · 2 months ago
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Prompt: Prison Break
Walker wouldn't have expected it, but one of the worst parts of being imprisoned by the GIW was watching Phantom suffer through the descending stages of violent obsession failure.
All of them were feeling it, obviously, but for most of them it was a slow decline - the pull of longing, developing over days and weeks into a sharp ache. Ember, ignored and silenced, was lashing out, kicking the glass walls and screaming for attention, even when it hurt. Johnny and Kitty, kept out of each other's sight, pressed against the walls closest together. Walker's whole body throbbed with frustration and self-loathing, needing to return to his territory and drag everyone back with him, away from this place of torture.
But Phantom, not three years dead and with an obsession that demanded that he keep everyone completely unharmed, had declined rapidly. Sure, for the first week or so, he'd been preoccupied with troubles of his own, strapped constantly to a table with hands digging through his insides. But then they'd started to spread out their attention.
At first, Phantom didn't seem to realize what was happening. He cried out in anguish and fear, trying to break open his cell and being punished for it, collapsing under the shock collar's control. Walker could almost see when he figured it out, when he started to clutch at his chest, and scribble constellations onto the walls and floor in his dripping ectoplasm with hands that trembled, trying to ease the pain in his core.
Then he started to curl up and choke on his tears, shuddering in pain whenever screams echoed down the hall. Finally, in between his own turns on the table, he started to shove his hand into his open chest, clutching his burning core directly, moans of pain rising into yells in nearly perfect unison with whoever else was the victim this time.
(Sidney had declined in nearly perfectly unison with Phantom, which a part of Walker hoped the punk hadn't noticed.)
If Phantom wasn't a halfa, he probably would've shattered into dust by now. It probably would've been a mercy.
When the yelling started, Walker almost didn't notice. Phantom, delirious with pain, for sure didn't. But before long, most of the rest of them had stirred to alertness, dragging themselves closer to the glass to peer down the hall. A troop of GIW stormed down the hall without glancing at any of them, and an alarm started going off. Phantom whined and rolled over, his hand buried in his autopsy wound while he shivered. (The scientists had tried stitching it closed, but Phantom just clawed it blindly open.)
"What's happening?" the Lunch Lady croaked. (Youngblood and Phantom were starving, and it was doing her no favors.)
"Prison break," Walker rasped. He recognized the signs. "Someone's here." He'd never imagined that it would be a relief.
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popqorn · 4 months ago
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Can't stop thinking about this dialogue, during the 100 swords scene:
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Compared to this dialogue, when Hua Cheng is gently removing a needle from Xie Lian's foot:
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Just, the tenderness of it all, after Xie Lian endured so much pain. The permission to cry out if it hurts, compared to having his voice forcibly muffled. It makes me cry whenever I think about it.
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hettolandija · 3 months ago
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tawnysoup · 5 months ago
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A new critter!!! I have finally figured out what the Bonster looks like.
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They're some kind of frog creature with horns and tusks... or is it fluff?! Hard to tell. Their hat is really a big tail they can cook things in and also WHAP against the ground when they're mad!!!
They're slightly smaller than the other critters. Here's a Fritter for scale:
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