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bitchfitch · 2 months ago
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writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.
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wordfather · 1 year ago
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me: hey so how far does your 'all-seeing' sight extend?
the many eyed creature in my basement: ARE YOU ASKING BECAUSE YOU TRIPPED ON YOUR OWN SHOELACES IN THE FOYER AND FELL ON YOUR FACE?
me: oh... so you saw that... :(
the many eyed creature (trying to be nice): ................ NO.
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nomohmoss · 4 months ago
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meet the archons
better quality
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yuutaguro · 20 days ago
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reminders ☁️
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bruciemilf · 4 months ago
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Really glad we’re crowning Dick as the scariest batfamily member. Society is healing.
Don’t mind me, just imagining Bruce’s hands, big, soft, covered in the labor of violence, holding his eldest’s face, saying, “This is Dick. He’s the kindest person I know.”
Dick’s fists are behind his back. He’s holding some socialite’s bloody tongue in them. If they’re going to use it to talk shit about his father, they don’t need it. His smile is sunshine and war.
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sunsbleeding · 5 months ago
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Strange and beautiful how one afternoon with friends equals the desire to live for a million brilliant years
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mushbeast · 1 year ago
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dark eyed junco + black capped chickadee ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ two of my favourite backyard visitors
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stemmmm · 22 days ago
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the scene people keep screaming about from chapter 5 of theseus' guide
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me-beef · 4 months ago
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@strangeravatar made a great point
i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make
but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do
ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad
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koobiie · 2 months ago
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based on that one q&a... i'm a sucker for a pokemon crossover
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occasionallybirds · 4 months ago
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Vireos love Magnolia seeds
Red-Eyed Vireo (Vireo olivaceus)
September 10, 2024
Southeastern Pennsylvania
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wordfather · 2 years ago
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me: so..... see anything interesting lately?
the many eyed creature living in my basement: YOUR LAUNDRY IN THE WASHING MACHINE. IT WAS DONE CYCLING 4 HOURS AGO
me: oh shit i forgot thanks
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faerie-fang · 10 months ago
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naruto’s cats omg guys don’t stareee
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nomohmoss · 11 months ago
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bruciemilf · 3 months ago
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Alfred honestly can’t say shit about Bruce bringing in strays, because what if the Waynes got him the same way?
I genuinely can’t recall HOW Alfred, British special forces extraordinaire, ended up working for Gotham’s (scary) sweethearts.
In my mind, he came to them bleeding.
There’s a tang of bitterness pooling in his gut. Soldiers don’t have friends. They have guns. And he’s all out.
Just when Alfred thought all is in peril, a tiny little hand gently covers a nasty bullet hole on his abdomen.
The first thing Alfred thinks about is: ‘Jesus, this kid has scary eyes.’
“Hi, Alfred.”
“…How do you—“
“Bruce! Jesus FUCKING Christ, I swear, I’m not paying for your ransom next time you run o—…What the fuck is that?”
If there’s one thing about Thomas that Alfred will never forget is his voice; The bass , so chasmic and powerful it could shake the whole world, and the burning care in his eyes despite his vulgarity.
Bruce, — who’s the tiniest bundle of a boy Alfred witnessed, is yanked up by his father’s strong hands, squeezed to his chest carefully. “Hurt,” he says. There’s a tiny, red handprint on Thomas’ shirt.
“Yeah, I didn’t notice,” Thomas mumbling, looking around.
Maybe local gangs? The bullet point is too precise, too calculated. “Who the hell are you?”
Alfred, with his raspy breath, says, “I’m the terribly rude bloke dying on your doorstep, I’m afraid. Alfred Pennyworth. At your service.”
For a guy who’s about to bleed his last, he sounds awfully sarcastic.
“Yeah, wise guy, no one’s dying on my kid’s birthday. Bruce, tell Dotty to prep up the basement. And tell your mama to get my Budlight out of the cooler. Jesus Christ.”
Alfred ends up hoisted on this man’s back. Thomas asks if he has anyone he wants to call? Anyone that’ll come pick him up? Anyone to bury him, if it comes to it.
Alfred whispers he does not.
Thomas sighs. “Well. Kid‘a been asking for a playmate.”
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