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Sorry for the stupid line callback he was just like. Specifically requested or something. Idk .
#Corvus#Corvus tdp#tdp#the dragon prince#aaravos#aaravos tdp#mystery of aaravos#my art#the nova blade#I know narratively Soren’s probably gonna have it bc aaravos was the catalyst for his family’s shit#even though it was their faults in the first place#but like yk what I mean#STILL THOUGH.#if ezran is faced with the need to take a life to keep peace#I think Corvus should offer to take that burden from him yk#maybe I made up how much they care about each other in my head#but in my head oh boy it’s interesting#btw the constellation behind them is the one in the intro with the cello
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It's it britcom if it's based in nz?
so obviously not really, but the vibes are similar enough that i tend to clump it all under one big umbrella.
a term i've been using (like .. in my folder for my tmnz faves) is just 'non-britcom britcom' which is rly a nonsense term but labels are kinda silly anyways
#idk if this makes sense but i'm sleepyy#but like yk what i mean#it's all pretty similar and like tmnz uses the same format as tmuk#ana talks britcom#anon
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"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin alastor#hazbin rosie#radiorose#alastor#my art#autodesk sketchbook#they are so freaky they must have so many fucked up conversations like that I just know it#it's their weird way of “flirting” yk what I mean#I headcanon that Alastor HATES burgers and fast food in general ik it's very specific#my artstyle is so inconsistent ahah I'm experimenting don't mind me#hazbin comic
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ts fans frighten me. like if hp fans were less obviously dangerous
#chirping#sometimes when i get tired i start saying words that make little to no sense. this is common for me#but like yk what i mean#if someone has a hhh/p tattoo or pin or whatever. i know to Stay Away unless Absolutely Necessary#but like. w t/ssss. i'm super Aware of em n will prob not talk to em but they r Much more obvious w their enjoyment. yk. yswim
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important family group chat discussions
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#this is so dumb but i feel like the batkids would have really stupid discussions#jason: guys dw im not even that mean of a crime lord#tim with his decade worth of incriminating evidence plus the bloody dollar tree robin costume jason wore at titan tower: r u sure abt that#bruce the next day: WHY is there a paper headline about our family having mob ties with the red hood??#steph telling tim to tip off vicky vale as a joke because hey yk what would be SO funny guys?#dc comics#batfamily#batfam#batkids#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#stephanie brown#duke thomas#bruce wayne#batdad#incorrect quotes#texts#socmed au#social media au#crack#batman#fanatical posting
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a franmaya comic i made two years ago but i still really like! based off of that one very sweet tumblr post
#LISTEN theyre so cute#and i read this post and i was like#ok franmaya#yk what i mean#ace attorney#franziska von karma#maya fey#franmaya#comic#long post#tbh i do really wanna remake this comic#but i dont have the TIMEEE#my art#myo art
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someone probably said this already but in spiderverse i think it's interesting how when pavitr was first introduced everyone thought something bad was gonna happen to him bc of how confident and optimistic he was. and then in the actual movie we see that something bad was supposed to happen to him (police chief dying!) but it doesn't! miles stops it! and miguel berates miles for this, says it's going to cause the universe to collapse or whatever.
there's this idea that tragedy is inherent to spidermans growth, and while it's true that some spiderpeople learn important lessons through loss, no one stops to ask, is it really necessary? yeah, maybe the chief was supposed to die. but why does spiderman have to be formed through tragedy? why do we (as heroes) have to let people die? pavitr didn't lose anyone, and he's still a good spiderman! maybe, if he doesn't suffer, he'll end up better off for it!
so while miguel is arguing for all this big picture stuff about saving the multiverse he's lost sight of what it really means to be a spiderman, he's not looking out for the real individual people. yeah it's just one person who would die, but that one person means something to someone. shrugging and saying "stuff just sucks sometimes, we can't do anything about it" is the opposite of what superheroes do. pretty obviously, miles arc is also a reflection of the struggles people face in real life, working within unequal systems, where it's easy to shrug and say "that's just the way it is" and not ask "but why does it need be this way? can't we do something about it?"
miguel is arguing that you can't have your cake and eat it too. presumably, miles and co. are going to find a way to get around that and change things for the better (and maybe that's why miles has that line about two cakes in the advisors office!)
#across the spiderverse#across the spider verse spoilers#break from my regularly scheduled trigun posting for spider posting#i'm actually kinda eh on the idea of the canon and police chiefs dying it is not my favorite plot point#but like any sane person i love spiderverse so#actually still think i like the first one more but wroaw much to think about#spiderverse#atsv#.lieii#i only watched the movie once so hopefully this is all accurate#i feel like this is all really obvious my point was like#pavitr being an example of a spiderperson who is still successful without going through all these awful things#and you think despite all this stuff about the multiverse how does he feel about the chief being saved? hes probably rly grateful right?#i mean maybe something terrible will happen to him in the next movie but. yk what im saying#.lieii txt
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THEY FUCKING CHANGED THE THE SIGHT OF THAT MAN STILL SHINES BRILLIANTLY IN MY EYES LINE I HATE EVERYTHING. CHAT THIS MIGHT BE THE FINAL STRAW.
#NOW IT SOUNDS LIKE ITS A BAD THING NOW ITS NOT BRILLIANT ITSBJUST BURNED INTO HIS MEMORY. LIKE PHOENIX IS LIKE. A TRAUMATIC EVENT#I mean the events of aa1 were definitely traumatic events for edgeworth but yk what i mean#aai2 spoilers#investigations spoilers#ace attorney#aa
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girlfriends who date.
LINGLING SIRILAK as FAHLADA THANANUSAK and ORM KORNNAPHAT as EARN SANITHADA episode 6 of THE SECRET OF US
#the secret of us#the secret of us the series#the secret of us series#th: the secret of us#tsou#lingorm#lingling kwong#orm kornnaphat#thai gl#gl drama#girlslovenet#wlw#bibi gifs#bc this is my post i feel like i can complain#i didn't like this episode at all#the girls were so cute and sweet#but earn folded so quick#and lada didn't even apologize#it's really like sandray post mew's birthday party but ray was a 22 years old alcoholic and mentally ill#(in lada's defense tho she's also kind of an alcoholic mentally ill gal so maybe i shouldn't be this harsh)#STAND UP FOR YOURSELF EARN#(she did when she confronted lada's evil mom but yk what i mean)#the pacing was so weird idk#there are only two more episodes for gods sake help me
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Nico di Angelo ; Fallen Angel (ft. Will Solace)
(sorry for being inactive. i promise I’ll still do the requests…one day (soon))
#i have such a bad fever rn so i decided to just give up after working on this for 8 hours total….#i used zero references so yk what that means! (it means art block. again.)#i think i went a little heavy on the religious imagery but that adds to it…kinda….idk#nico di angelo#solangelo#will solace#nico di angelo fanart#will solace fanart#should i tag him???hes featured but like….ugh#solangelo fanart#pjo#pjo fandom#pjo hoo toa tsats#tsats#the sun and the star#rrverse#my art#pjoverse#pjo fanart#tsats fanart#did i forget tags??? probably!!! but im expecting this to do awful bc it doesnt have a joke OR a doodle#just posting this for the real ones out there…..somewhere……….
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Tough As Nails—Cowboy Like Me
thinking about cowboy!simon riley… | part four |
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The beginning of August usually brings the peak of summer warmth, but unfortunately for you, it seems the end of July supplied the real heat—just not in the ways you had expected.
Even all of two weeks after your encounter with Sam, you seethed. Harsh anger and heat spread through your being, boding for a tiny little catalyst to ignite your flame. And you weren't the only one feeling the feverish heat.
To say that Simon was angry would be a gross understatement. A storm has been brewing inside him ever since he pulled up to that shitty dive-bar, seeing you sitting on the dirty curb, smudged mascara dripping down your plump cheek, tainting your beautiful face, eyes blood-shot and swollen. Your voice strained and cracked as you said his name, questioning if it was really him.
The real nail on the coffin was what you had confessed to him in his truck. Sam had insinuated you were a slut. Simon's muscles tightened, and his jaw clenched every time he remembered what that deprived asshole told you. The only reason he didn't flip the truck around and speed back to that dive-bar, grab Sam's sorry-ass out of the seat he sit in, and slam him into the wall, was because you had pleaded he didn't.
He was gracious to you by respecting your wishes, but this ordeal festered in him too much to leave it untouched. Simon was a God-damn machine with no impulse control. A loose-canon. And this canon was ready to blow right through that city-slicking prick's front-fucking-door.
Which was preciously what he did.
Simon threw himself inside his truck at about eleven at night, a Manila folder tucked gently away in his jacket, not even bothering to strap on his safety belt as he drove to that bastard's house. Simon hoped, prayed, that Sam was asleep so that he could be the one to jerk him out of his peaceful slumber and make him wonder if he was in a nightmare.
He halted as his truck brushed against the curb in front of his house, turning off his engine and stepping out of the truck. He scoffed as he took in the sight of the house. It was huge, no, enormous. Creamy, muted blue paint coated the paneled front and sides of the house, and a classic picket white fence encased the backyard.
Two white Range Rovers and a white Porche sat in the driveway, along with two golf carts sequestered to the right side of the house. Simon noticed the Porsche's shit parking job and dirt-covered windows and noted it was Sam's car, just for future reference.
After his observations, he casually strolled up to the front door, pressing a little bell encased in a palm leaf cover. It didn't take long for Simon to hear the soft pad of feet descending down what he assumed was a staircase.
The door swung open to reveal a disheveled Sam; clearly, he was asleep. Simon smiled internally. Sam's eyes looked like saucers when he realized it was Simon. His face paled like he had seen a ghost or something.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sam spit, perplexed at Simon's presence.
"Came to chat," Simon says cooly. "Preferably outside."
"Fuck no." Sam gnarls. "You need to leave my property."
"Ah." Simon tuts as he reaches into his jacket to grab the nicely tucked-away Manila folder. He carefully opens it and reads the first couple of lines.
"Ryan Jennings worked for Capitol Guild Investment Firm before it was found he had embezzled a million—"
"Hey, hey. Where the hell did you get that?" Sam quickly supplied, stepping away from the door to try and snatch the folder from Simon's grasp. Simon jerked away from him, holding his finger up as he continued reading.
"—dollars from the firm's clientele, though no legal action was taken, Jennings was to return all assets, estimating one million dollars, and issue his resignation promptly." Simon neatly closed the folder, eyeing Sam.
"So, as I said," Simon began. "Let's talk outside." Sam sighed deeply before turning to close the door gently.
"I have my resources." Simon casually says, stepping into the grass on the front lawn, with Sam following suit.
"So, what, what do you want? Money?" Sam timidly asks, running his hands through his hair.
Simon lets out a gruff laugh. "Money? You think I want money?"
"You don't?" Sam questions, unable to believe a man like Simon could be doing this for more than monetary gain.
"You don't talk to her. Ever." Simon roughly says as a sly smirk spreads across Sam's face.
"Is it that good?" Sam smugly asks, placing his hands in his sweatpants pockets.
"The fuck you talkin' about?" Simon cocks his head, narrowing his eyes at Sam.
Sam shrugs. "Her pussy."
Without warning, Simon lunged forward, his fist aiming straight at Sam's jaw. An immediate stinging pain spread that radiated through his face and head, making him falter back. Blood seeped out of his mouth, and a faint ringing noise could be heard in his ear. But, he quickly gained momentum, his own fist coiling like a spring.
He unexpectedly connected his punch to Simon's face head-on with a swift, decisive motion. Busting his bottom lip, with blood seeping down his chin and jaw. Simon quickly spit out some extra blood onto the grass before grabbing Sam by his shirt.
"I know guys like you." Simon roughly says, his own blood and spit spurting onto Sam's face. "Pretentious little bastards who only think about themselves."
He gripped his shirt tighter, making him slightly hover above the grass. "I bet you'd blow yourself if you could." He grits out, forcefully throwing him onto the ground.
"Stay the fuck away from her." Simon wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he turns to go to his truck.
"You know I'm not like that anymore," Sam speaks, making Simon roll his eyes. Simon turns to face Sam, who is still on the ground.
"You can change your name. Run from the city with your tail between your legs, but nothin' can change the greedy fuckin' animal you are."
With that, Simon turned away and went straight for his truck, leaving Sam to sulk with the ants.
On the drive back to the ranch, Simon regretted not doing more to Sam, but Sam had a worse punishment than Simon releasing his venom on him: living the rest of his life as a nobody with his legacy cloaked in disgrace.
Simon pulled up in front of his house, hissing as the cold air brushed against his busted lip, as he stepped out of his truck. He pulled open his front door to meet you sitting on the couch in the living room.
"You haven't been answering your phone." You somberly say from your position on the couch, not noticing his busted lip and bruised face because it was dim where he stood.
"I know." He ducked his head, not moving closer to you, not wanting you to see him so clearly in the light.
"Come here." You pat the cushion next to you, tilting your head as he turns to go to the kitchen instead. You stand, following him to the kitchen, observing him as he fills a glass full of water at the sink, his back to you.
"You should be asleep," He gruffly says, taking a sip of the water, swirling it in his mouth to remove some of the coppery taste, and spitting it into the sink.
"Don't change the subject." You scowl, moving closer to him, bringing your hand to touch his own gently.
"Why won't you look at me?" He takes another sip of water, this time swallowing it.
"Cowboy?" You softly urge, your fingers gently brushing his forearm. He takes a deep sigh, though his lip quirks at your nickname.
"Please look at me." There is a pleading note in your voice. He takes a longer sip of the water, swallowing, before slowly turning to face you. Your eyes widen as you observe the purple bruises covering various parts of his face, his busted lips caked in dry blood, and the blood dripping down his chin and jaw pooling onto his shirt.
"What happened?" You quietly question, raising your hand to brush your fingers along his lip delicately.
"Ah, just some shit." He vaguely says. You narrow your eyes at him, but you see it in his eyes. He was tired. Worn-out. It could wait until tomorrow, you thought.
"Okay. I won't push tonight, but tomorrow, we will talk about it." You affirm, giving his arm a soft squeeze. He nods as you grab his hand, lacing your fingers and dragging him into the bathroom.
"In the meantime, let's get you cleaned up."
You made him sit on the toilet seat as you reached under the sink to grab an emergency kit. You opened the kit and grabbed some alcohol and some gauze.
"Si, you need stitches." You say, observing a muscle of his lip sticking out.
"You can do it." He assures, looking up at you.
"Last time I checked, I don't have a medical degree." You laugh out.
"It's easy. Just need some dental floss and a needle." He reaches into the kit and grabs a needle, bending it into an arc, and a pack of dental floss. "Learned it in the military."
"You were in the military?" You question washing your hands before taking the needle and cleaning it with some alcohol to sterilize it.
"Course I was." You smiled down at him as you wiped his lip with some alcohol.
"How long?" You ask, throwing away the cotton pad.
"Long time." He vaguely answers with a slight smile.
"You're always so vague." You roll your eyes as you step between his legs, bringing your hand up to grip under his chin, tilting it up slightly. He brought his hands to rest on the sides of your thighs, lightly massaging the fat.
You hold the sides of his lips together, carefully suturing the skin back together. You had no idea what you were doing, but Simon didn't say anything, so you assumed you were doing alright.
Simon flinched as the needle pierced his skin, coming in and out of his lip. His eyes fell shut as you worked, occasionally twitching, his hands still kneading your thighs.
Once you finished, you cleaned up the area, put away the kit, and threw away the needle.
"Forgot somethin.'" Simon huffed, still sitting on the toilet seat. You raised your brow, giving him a curious look.
"What?" You question, leaning against the counter facing him, your hands on your hips.
He pressed his pointer fingers to his lip, slightly puckering them. You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as you let out a laugh, walking over to him and pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"I could use some more." His lips form a smirk, just beckoning you.
"Ya, I bet you could."
a/n: idk why i include an authors note bc i literally don’t say anything interesting
reblogs & comments are encouraged!
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happy pride month guys
#epic throwback to my first post🔥#ok fine i admit it i fw doubleeye.... a lot...#my other punchline for this was peepers going “captain tim kill him” like the task manager kill him img#but this one fit the occasion better#i have a hc that they ask him “yk what that means” literally every slightly important day#its national enchiladas day peepers yk what that means 😈#thats why hes so done#woy#wander over yonder#save woy#pride month#art tag#meme tag
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HARRY BEING HARRY ON TOUR — Love on Tour: UK + Europe Leg, 2023
#harry styles#stylesedits#stylesnews#hledit#hljournal#hlcreators#hlupdate#hldaily#love on tour#love on tour 2023#tw flashing#this turned out wayyyyy longer than what i was intending lol#but if could (and had the will) i'd make a thousand sets like this one#you can't really sum up a 31 show tour in just one gifset yk#i also didn't mean to use so many gay quotes but alas#and ALSO i didn't want to be too obvious but maybe this is a little too obvious idk#this has become an essay i'm sorry#wish i could use something else for the sat show but i dont have time i have to leave NOW#this leg was amazing and i'm going to miss it so much#*
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in midnight sun when edward sees his siblings playing a convoluted chess game, knowing they won’t let him play, and in new moon when bella watches him & alice play, but the game happened entirely in their heads & only took a few minutes LIKE. no wonder edward was happy to spend their honeymoon playing chess instead of fucking lmao he hasn’t had a good opponent in over 80 years
#& u have to admit it’s. A LITTLE BIT CUTE.#LIKE. she gives him so many small things back yk what i mean. all these tiny normalcies.#bella is the only person edward can play chess like a normal person with & that’s so funny#twilight#bella x edward#bella swan#edward cullen#midnight sun#new moon#breaking dawn#alice cullen#twilight blog#mine
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i AM a strong believer in tim drinking energy drinks btw. jolt. josta. red bull. rockstar. monster energy my friend monster energy. the trashy ones. the skater park ones. the ones you get at the convenience store and collect the tabs and put them in chains or on shoelaces. trust me when i say that the vibe of the completely innocuous and loser rebellion of drinking those things bc theyre 'unhealthy' fits him. the status of them amongst suburban white children. they do serve the purpose of keeping you awake whether you want to or not and personally break through my own caffeine tolerance.
like tim IS the kind of person to just run on fumes til he passes out and the coffee thing is fanon yadda yadda but i just. think that nothing is funnier than tim "canonically drove a car at 14 and has a skateboard" drake collecting drink can tabs. because he would. to me
#they are unhealthy but. yk what i mean. its like thinking youre cool for drinking those when youre like 14 bc youre intimidated by smoking#which is what the older kids actually do#rook.doc
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hiiiii do you think you could draw movie stewart's charles...... if it's ok to ask
i offer you a humble peepaw my friend
#xmen#xmen movies#charles xavier#professor x#snap sketches#i thank you for this opportunity to finaly draw him because i have been. meaning to jVAELKJEKLAJ#on that note i thought i was gonna do some silly stuff this weekend With old movie cherik but theres some stuff i really wanna draw#i mean i Always really wanna draw but yk what i mean. its like loving both chocolate and vanilla but wanting vanilla today#i think that makes sense. ANYWAYS here. for you :)
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