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cata613 · 1 year ago
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Someone: Why do you keep showing me clips from Star Trek TOS all the time?
Me:
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etrevil · 1 year ago
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Chuuya's great sacrifice of taking Dazai so nobody else suffers in a relationship with him
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robinsonkeira · 2 years ago
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Spicy - Gramp's Ranch Dip Pickled jalapeno peppers spice up this ranch dressing dip.
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malk-with-tea · 7 months ago
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they don't teach you this in hallownest, friend!
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oldmanyellsatspaceship · 2 years ago
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Episode 22 is up on Spotify. I read "Gramp" by Charles V De Vet.
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bamsara · 2 months ago
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Hi Sara! Just wondering, has the lamb always seen Finor as a mother figure, or did they only start seeing her that way as she got older?
The Lamb has always seen Finor (and Ratau) as parental figures. Although they didn't make it apparent for a very, very long time.
Imagine a freshly sacrificed/resurrected Lamb, who's constantly dying in horrific ways because they're not yet accustomed to being a warrior yet, with no one else to turn to but the mentor that's helping them learn how to be a leader, and the follower who they found in that same sacrificial position, who's lost everything as they have, and understands it.
It is also more on Finor's actions that influenced their attatchment. Finor at the start does not join becaue she believed in TOWW, but she joined because she looked at her savior aka this blood soaked tear stained shaking shiver Lamb and went 'oh that baby needs someone'
^ Which is also how Lambert gets some of their more helpful and self-sacrificing tendencies, I think. A lot I could unpack here but alas
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opal-owl-flight · 3 months ago
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Alterna's Liquid Crystal screens are designed to reflect one's deepest desires.
3 never felt more alone than in the events of RotM.
(This room idea is inspired off of @/dokidokitsuna's post!)
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notsolonedesert · 5 months ago
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I might actually draw epic fanart more often than expected, I thought it'd be just a short phase but apparently not. Not that I mind, haha
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Here's the original
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justcatposts · 2 years ago
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My Gramps turned 94 today. His only request was to come over and give my cat “rides.” 
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glow-in-the-dark-death · 1 year ago
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You Remind Me Of Her
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"Jason wake up I want to go see the new store!"
He felt his blankets get tugged off of him. Groaning he scrunched his face into the bed.
" Let me sleep another hour or two, it was late when I got in bed."
" And who's fault is that?"
He grabbed the nearest pillow to him and flung it to where the voice was coming from, even with perfect aim he wasn't surprised when he heard it connect with his wall and not a body.
"Yours! If you hadn't dragged me with you to look for those old music disk with you I would have gotten to bed earlier."
"Liar you would still have gone to bed late for whatever other reason."
He sat up rubbing his eyes, hissing slightly when he opened them not expecting his lights to already be on.
"Okay, what store are you making me go to today Martha?"
He dodged a swat to the back of his head. Grinning he headed towards the kitchen hearing her huff and following him.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me grandma! Honestly, you're worse than a nipping dog"
"Well at least I'm not emotionally constipated like Bruce"
"True, but we're not speaking about my son right now we're speaking about you. Now hurry up! I saw the prettiest set of crystal glass cut tea set by the window when I was passing by!"
"Give me like 8 minutes to eat and get ready okay, will grampa be joining us?"
He turned to look at her in the eyes
Her green eyes, just barely glowing. The rest of her being transparent like fog in the early morning, her heels floating a few inches of the floor.
Martha Wayne his grandmother
His dead grandmother now a ghost
Just like he used to be
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He walked into the small store the small bells jingling above his head.
"Look Jason they have such pretty things!"
His eyes followed her as she floated over to the display case. Quickly he took his phone and held it up to is ear.
"Which one's were the ones that caught your eye?'
He developed the habit of speaking into the phone when he was outside in public view while speaking with a ghost, that way nobody would give him a second glance looking like a normal phone call.
"The one with lilies and forget-me-not's."
His eyes quickly found the pieces and grabbed them. He looked at her from the corner of his eye.
"Is this all you wanted from here?"
The 'Do you want to continue looking?' in his gaze. She gave a quick glance around before turning back to him.
"No just that for today, we can come back another day when you don't have plans."
Jason glanced at her while he quickly paid. Leaving the store he turned to fully look at her while still having his phone up to his ear.
"Plans? I don't have any plans for today?"
A sly grin made its way on to her face
"Well I thought it's been a while since you visited Alfred and since we're in the area we might as well visit, no?"
Jason sighed, " Fine, only because it has been a while plus if I don't go you'll just keep naggin' me."
Martha gave a small huff of amusement
"That's my boy! Now! Let's get some nice tea for our visit, it would be rude to go empty handed, how about some nice cinnamon tea huh?"
"Your obsession with cinnamon tea has started to spread to me, especially the weird way you like it."
"Gasp! It's not that weird, honestly I started drinking it like that because of my cravings while I was pregnant and just never stopped. But don't lie to me, you like it just as much as I do even with the peach jam."
"Fine maybe I do."
He looked down at the time, "Let's hurry up a buy that before it gets too late."
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He knocked at the door, shifting the bags in his hands as he waited for Alfred to open the door.
Martha waited outside with him even though she could easily phase her way inside.
Jason heard light footsteps before the door glided open.
"Master Jason what a wonderful surprise to see you here please do come in."
Alfred herded Jason inside taking note of the bags he held.
"Did you go shopping before coming here?"
"Uh yea, some of it is for you."
"For me master Jason?"
"I thought it would be rude to come empty handed so I bought tea."
"Very thoughtful of you, lets head to the kitchen to prepare a cup shall we."
Jason quickly looked towards Martha raising a brow
"You go enjoy your tea with Alfred I'm going to look for Thomas, I'll be back by the time you leave"
Jason gave a quick smile in return before quickly following Alfred into the kitchen.
"Hey Alfie we can use the new tea set I got today, let me just wash them real quick."
He turned around, not noticing Alfred's confused stare
"You bought a tea set master Jason?"
Jason turned around after quickly wiping them dry.
"Yeah look, they even have some lilies and forget-me-not's on them, saw them by the window of the shop and thought why not?" He half lied.
"I see, I haven't seen these two flowers paired up together in ...a very long time."
Jason turned towards the kitchen entrance as he heard two pairs of footsteps nearing. Both Bruce and Dick appearing in the doorway.
"Oh good you're both here, I'm about to prepare some tea master Jason brought over for us ,sit down please."
They walked over to the table, Dick quickly hugging him.
"You didn't tell me you were dropping by!"
"Get off, and yea it was impulsive decision."
"Hn, good to see you chum."
"Yeah, you too B."
Alfred walked over with the tea prepared, placing it on the table.
Dick leaned over to see the tray.
"What kind of tea is it?"
"Master Jason brought us cinnamon tea."
Dick looked over at Jason tilting his head, "Since when do you drink cinnamon tea?"
"Since none of your business."
Jason took a small sip before sighing, "Hey Alfred do you have any peach jam?"
Alfred hesitated before looking at him confused, "Peach jam? What for?"
"I like to mix it in with the cinnamon tea."
Alfred's eyes glazed over for a second before heading towards the refrigerator, "...I see, of course let me get some for you."
He quickly came back with a small jar and placed it on the table near Jason.
"Thanks Alf." He scooped up a spoonful and dipped it in his cup.
Bruce and Alfred glanced at each other.
Dick looked up from his own cup, "Does that actually taste good? Can I try some!"
He made a grab at Jason's cup, he quickly pulled it out of reach, "Don't touch mine! If you're really curious make it yourself."
Dick slumped on the table whining, "But what if I don't like it, I'll ruin my tea!"
"That's not my problem"
"Oh come oooon just a little sip!"
"No"
"Pleaseee!"
"Ugh you're worse than a nipping dog, fine!"
Before Dick could celebrate they heard twin startled noises. They turned around and Bruce was covered in tea in what seemed like he spit out his tea, both Alfred and Bruce were staring at Jason faces pale.
Jason glanced around confused, "What? Why are you looking at me like that."
Alfred straightened up clearing his throat, " Apologies master Jason you seem to have startled us a bit."
"With what?"
Bruce finally stopped coughing, "Nothing, you just...reminded us of someone."
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Just an Idea
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silverhalla · 2 months ago
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“emmrich sleeps on the autopsy table” “emmrich sleeps in rook’s bed” emmrich sleeps upright in his fancy little chair and then pretends he wasn’t asleep like the peepaw that he is
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rheya28 · 7 months ago
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kamapon · 8 months ago
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what if Lilia *really* turned into a little vamp?🦇🦇🦇
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aimapandu · 1 month ago
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Peepaw Lilia
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gho0stie · 1 month ago
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Just a doodle
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tsukii0002 · 1 year ago
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Mc and Solomon taking notes in class.
Mc: *Putting the tablet in recording mode to check it later in case they have missed something*
Solomon: *looking at them* In my days we had to write until our hands hurt and if we didn't get something, we had to putt up with it.
Mc: Solomon, my dear, in your days papyrus did not even exist, in your days there were no classes as such because the fucking slavery was a thing, so stop telling me all this bullshit.
Solomon: ...
Solomon: Rude.
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