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blazethecheeto · 8 months ago
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Can you write a geoff x awsten x otto mewing fanfic? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🧏🧏🧏🧏🧏🧏🧏🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫
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what three weeks without waterparks does to a guy
- @meddowssbats
also of course i will bbg
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astrolavas · 2 years ago
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thinking about the... potential clawthorne woodcarving mentorship.
+ bonus cuz also thinking abt how if hunter ever met dell's palisman and got reminded of flapjack, he'd probably feel bad abt making that association cuz he knows what it's like to be seen only as someone's different version (even though the bird wouldn't mind much so lol)
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#eda having that palistrom seed.. hunter saying he wants to learn how to carve palisman... his relation to clawthornes. it HAS to mean STH js#the owl house#toh#hunter toh#toh hunter#hahaa always thinking abt hunter growing a soft spot for palismen and loving creating and bringing them to life#but never being able to replace flapjack no matter how many palismen for other ppl he carves. I'M GONNA-#:((((( :///#like he's not going to want to replace flapjack just like that rn. cuz he LOVES that bird. it's gonna be so hard for him to just.. Move On#and flapjack's a PART of him.. so very curious where they'll go with this because..... HM. HM like he serves as his disability aid almost#and he can't just REMAKE him. but he cannot also just.... ignore what happened straight away. but it's also important to heal#but whatever he decides to do i feel like he'd love to just............ create. whether it be for himself or others#BUT GAH. ANYWAY XKJSJSK wrote an essay abt this already don't need to write one in the tags TOO. so uh .. yea#little guy.. pls find happiness#my art#fanart#hunter#hunter noceda#hunter wittebane#eda#eda clawthorne#dell#dell clawthorne#dell's palisman#toh art#edalyn clawthorne#also like...... if flapjack and dell's palisman were caleb's and evelyn's palismen...... and knew each other........#and while flapjack was waiting for his new person at the bat queen's cave dell's palisman was being passed down clawthorne generations#OUUHGHHHHGHHHH they were probably friends..... they Knew each other#what's up with you you mysterious yellow bird with eyebrows...... what's your story
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joonsbubu · 1 year ago
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sketchy wetchy from last night
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sofitai28 · 11 days ago
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realized I never posted this. dville doodles I did forever ago (jonny sims get the fuck out of my hyper fixations challenge)
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facefullofsadness · 3 months ago
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the amount of thoughts in my head.... yall need to drop up literally rn or else I'm gonna get fucking violent!! can we talk ab gang!rina omg and that last scene where the antagonists' fucking goons joins her side and she smirks JIMINNNNNN MERCYYYY!!!! 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ on my hands and knees the entire video this woman... okay but this rina and serial killer winter from drama era 🫣 let's discuss
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ghostboyhood · 11 days ago
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someone Help!!! i wanna get into the beatles.. does anyone have any song suggestions or wanna info dump to me or literally anything!! my ask box and dms are open if so 🙏🙏
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noodl3s4dayz · 5 months ago
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happy pride ! Made some old man yaoi for the occasion
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timmythetimesheep · 2 months ago
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i made some blank forms/sheets from the odd squad handbook!
what seems to be the problem?:
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form 0-135:
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gadget sign out sheet front + back (this one’s not as good quality)
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remusbuzzcutt · 1 month ago
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sirius didn’t know why he chose to go on with astronomy throughout hogwarts. maybe he wanted to feel some sort of connection to his childhood or even himself/his namesake, but he never actually felt that connection. after a while, he considered dropping the subject in trade for one that felt easier such as muggle studies, but then someone caught his attention.
xenophilius always had a passion for the stars and the universe beyond earth’s territory. sirius saw him as a spacey, sort of esoteric, guy who tended to keep to himself. sirius found the other boy’s presence beyond intriguing and that was frankly the sole reason he hadn’t yet dropped the class. did he want to be friends with xeno? he didn’t think so. all sirius knew was that he wanted to know xeno or be some sort of acquaintance.
as time went on, they became just that; acquaintances. nothing more than exchanged comments or a brief snigger. xeno’s crude, potentially bordering on out-of-pocket, humour was perfect for sirius.
my vision??
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thelindenpapers · 8 days ago
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∆ *Slogging through physical therapy*
∆ *Figure I'll try Misfits and Magic from the beginning, see what the fuss is all about*
∆ Ohh yay, with Lou Wilsooon!!! 🥳😃
∆ *As usual, an OC shows up* Carayiinedahtt (Ka-rai-EE-neh-daht) Clover Violet Birchthorn: Brains 20, Flight 12, Grit 10, Brawn 8, Charm 6, Fight 4
∆ Just say "Clover". Or "Violet". It hardly matters.
∆ 16. She/Her/Hers. Chubby, short, brown-skinned, big-eyed, perpetually-frowning, victorian-esque aura'ed, mostly silent little freak
∆ Constantly clutching a gigantic hardcover book to her chest and staring over top of it
∆ Big fluffy black Afro kept neatly back with a strip of pale-green brocade fabric.
Wearing vintage-esque, handmade, pale-green fit&flare dress, her missing biker uncle's beat-up black leather retro motorcycle jacket, black steel toe construction boots, and a big emerald green backpack
∆ This is basically that feral AF kid who walks blindingly fast down the hallways, never talks to anyone, and refuses to use her locker ever -- she just carries everything no matter how fucking heavy wtf
∆ *Best friend/Mom took sick with a type of illness-induced dementia when she was 10, and was put in a home....Uncle is nice enough, but he's in and out of the apartment unpredictably, never know when or if he's gonna be around*
∆ *tended only to interact with elderly people on writing workshop or seamstressing/tailoring forums*
∆ *Forged uncle's signature on wizarding school application*
∆ She came for the books.
She really only cares about books, she gave up on people a loooonnnnggggg time ago ...but boy, if the library here is how she dreams it might be?....SHE WILL NEVER LEAVE
∆ ZERO compunction telling the trio, "Go away, you suck. 😬😐" ....impatient because, ultimately, they're wasting her reading time and precious seconds of her attention span on being mean for no reason. Dolts. If you're going to waste time at least be friendly or interesting or helpful or fun or else what's the damned point?
∆ *intense, rude crow familiar with one wandering eye who side-eyes everyone just as much as she does*
∆ *glad about the sorting*
∆ *Does giggle with child-like delight at the sapient cauldron and is in deeply respectful awe of the nature teacher*
∆ Me: "Huh. Okay. ...Well I guess she'll get along with Jammer the most? He's the most encouraging among them....or maybe she'll see Sam Black as a big sister? ....🤔 At any rate, those two will probably be the ones to pry her out of that welded-closed shell...."
∆ NOPE.
∆ *watch her eyes get even bigger and sparkly whenever Evan talks knowledge/trivia*
∆ *watch her face cycle through indignant anger and sadness at Evan's struggles*
∆ *starts shadowing behind him and glaring at anyone who looks at him sideways, FIERCELY protective*
∆ *finally hugs Evan, clingy -- like a little kid with a trusted parent in uncertain company*
∆ *sees Dream get kinda' jealous*
∆ *Shadows and gets really close to Dream and looks up and points and goes, "🤨That's my big brother. He's really tall...Did you want to be his girlfriend?🤔 He knows a LOT of stuff; and he seems like he's at least TRYING, which most people don't even bother to do...I can give you some space.", just staring unblinking with her big victorian-orphan eyes*
∆ *I choke on my coffee 💀💀💀*
<3 frfrfr
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xxlady-lunaxx · 15 days ago
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obanai and the thing about him hating praise towards his scar+obamitsu
obanai sat, hands fidgeting on his lap. his bandages rested on his shoulders where kaburamaru was usually perched—the snake was curled on his arm now, diligently watching. somehow, it felt like obanai had been stripped naked. the cool air against his entire face, the lack of restriction when he moved his jaw, it felt unnatural, almost. he might as well be more comfortable without clothes than without his mask. he wished mitsuri would speak. but they’d been sitting in silence for a while and, though he could feel her gaze on him, he couldn’t discern it. finally, after what felt like forever, he forced his eyes to flick back up.
mitsuri was sitting still, hands curled on her knees. her expression was one obanai hadn’t seen on her before, but pretty nonetheless. except he couldn’t find it in himself to appreciate it now. not when his entire being seemed formed of anxiety and he was barely containing himself from squirming. it was all he could do to not jump up and run far, far away. but he was trying. he wanted to stay. for mitsuri.
noticing his attention, mitsuri composed herself. her brows were furrowed, but they relaxed slightly as she smiled at him. her cheeks were their natural rosy pink, and they puffed up with her effort to say something. in a way, she was just as worried as obanai. anyone could tell it was a touchy subject.
after a moment, she mustered up the courage to move closer to him. abandoning the comfortableness of the cushion she’d been sitting on to sit directly in front of obanai. with a quick affirmation, her hands slipped under his hair, cupping his cheeks. her thumbs traced the edges of his scar, sending a shiver down his spine.
“iguro-san…” she whispered. despite the softness of his name on her tongue, it cut through the silence. obanai jolted, more surprised by her speaking than her touch.
“y-yes?” he asked, straightening. he felt like he was being called out. her fingers burned against him where skin met scar. he wished she wouldn’t touch it. as if, by doing so, the filthiness of it all would transfer to her like a disease. he felt guilty, even. allowing her to do this. allowing her to act so caring to someone who didn’t deserve any bit of it.
mitsuri’s eyebrows dipped down again, her expression a mellowed bittersweet. she let her hands fall, resting them on top of obanai’s. she squeezed gently, her skin soft as her fingers soothed him. “you shouldn’t have to hide this… you’re… very pretty, iguro-san,” she murmured. her voice was oh, so quiet. and, for the first time in his life, obanai hated it. not her voice, itself. but it was wrong. her mouth forming those words. here, now. with her gaze tracing the years filled of agony on his face.
unable to help it, obanai jerked away. he slipped off his cushion, nearly tumbling down. he managed to settle on the floor, the pillow a distance between them. his fingers knotted into the fabric of his pants. there was a sharp, belated gasp, sounding sweet despite everything. obanai couldn’t find it in himself to apologize. instead, he choked out a shaky, “i’m… not… pretty. it’s not pretty.”
“i… iguro-san,” mitsuri tried. but today was a day for firsts. so obanai interrupted her.
“what happened to me wasn’t pretty. none of it was pretty.” obanai’s throat felt hoarse, his words gravelly.
mitsuri stumbled. she hesitated. then, tentatively: “i didn’t mean…”
obanai shook his head. his hair rustled. his bandages slipped. kaburamaru was suddenly on guard. he hissed, but obanai was quick to coax him away. petting the snake gently, vaguely comforted as he soothed his friend.
“iguro-san… i’m sorry… i meant”—mitsuri looked down, her action only visible from the way her braids shifted. obanai was avoiding looking at her—“i meant that nothing could… get in the way of you being perfect.”
the words tasted bitter in the air. “i’m not perfect, either, kanroji.” obanai spoke flatly. he couldn’t understand what mitsuri couldn’t comprehend. but he felt almost sorry for her. that he was nothing she wished he was. he was far from perfect.
“you are,” mitsuri insisted. before obanai could interject, she added, “perfection doesn’t have a solid definition. some people think ‘perfect’ means their ideal person. some people think it doesn’t exist. but i think that what makes a person perfect is that they’re them. it can come in so many varieties. and you’re one of them, iguro-san. i’m sorry i came off as… insensitive, earlier. but this is what i meant.”
finally, obanai looked up. he was gaping, he knew. a flicker of amusement passed by mitsuri’s eyes. she must enjoy playing games of pretend. it took obanai several moments to speak. because he almost wanted to believe it. but he knew, as a fact, that she was only amusing herself. amusing both of them.
“you’re wrong,” he said. he pushed enough confidence into his words, allowing them to taste strong as they rolled passed his lips. “i wish- i’m sure we both wish. that what you said was true. but it’s not. if you knew- if you’d seen… you would realize. you’d agree with me.”
only a beat of silence, this time. mitsuri was indignant. “perfect people don’t have to do everything right, all the time, iguro-san. we’ve all done stuff we regret. we’ve all done bad things before,” she said firmly. she looked like she wanted to move closer but was holding herself back for his sake. he let himself appreciate it.
“that’s not it. it’s different. it’s more than just something i did.” obanai returned to staring at the ground. his fingers itched to rewrap his bandages. “it’s worse.”
“it couldn’t be,” mitsuri said quietly. “if you didn’t even do it, then—“
“you just- you don’t get it!” obanai snapped, abruptly. his head jerked back up so he could look at her. his fingernails dug into the palms of his hand. “you wouldn’t understand! just- just stop! stop trying to pretend that i can be a better person, when it’s written in my god damn blood that i can’t! you’re just- you’re the perfect one, okay? i can’t compete! i don’t want to! so stop acting like i ever could!”
mitsuri was stunned, her eyes wide. but her surprise seemed purely on his outburst, shying away from his words. why wouldn’t she just let it go? accept that he could never be anything good? he hadn’t anticipated this when he’d worked up the idiocy to show her his scar. he’d almost hoped she’d be scared away. or, at the very least, finally see his flaws. realize he isn’t as great as she thinks he is. and yet all she can muster to understand is that none of it is a good memory.
when the silence stretched on, obanai’s shoulders slumped. he hated that she refused to see it. but he hated himself equally, if not more, for pushing it all onto mitsuri. as if he wanted her to carry his own burden. this was all so stupid. he never should’ve done this.
he turned away, making a quick work with retying his bandages, the movements precise and practiced. when he spoke this time, his voice was considerably quieter. almost meek. “please, kanroji,” he mumbled. “i’m sorry. please forget any of this happened.”
then he stood. he heard her calling out, maybe following him too, but he forced the temptation of her voice away. replacing it with the shock on her face instead. allowing his guilt to guide him out and away. kaburamaru moved back to his usual place as obanai rushed home. but this was how it should be. kaburamaru on his shoulders, his bandages wrapped tightly around his jaw. tucking away and repressing everything that shouldn’t be shown. the only evidence of his visit was mitsuri, who was left standing by the doorway. he could only hope she’d heed his advice and forget what had happened. it was only for the best, after all.
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paper-rips · 2 months ago
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another tgck post cause i have brain worms and apparently finishing term exams makes your thoughts Extra Queer
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bozoroni · 9 months ago
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Here's to loving life...
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its not that much BUT i am proud of it so there
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scopophobia-polaris · 1 month ago
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The fact I have to boot up totk AGAIN, honest to God yall after I make this one fuckass post it is au only I am not doing zelda discourse no more
#watching my own mutuals have bad faith takes on people who w#fucking agree with them and the way people are teying to pick out wording on something SO STUPID AND TRIVIAL is gonna dive me nute#NUTS ANYWAYS like the fact you have people trying to act like ezlo and navi are stupid and wrong and “didnt address eveything” is fucking#insane an obtoose like this is coming from bitches who have SEEN THEIR POSTS ON SIMILAR SUBJECTS BEFORE#like this all boils down to rynling was changing the plot to tp multiple diffrent times and calling people stupid for not subscribing to he#fanfic on what LITERALLY HAPPENED IN THE GAME#like i will adress all the shit around it IN DETAIL because i need it to go out as a HEY to my moots but like PLEASE GUYS I LOVE YALL WHAT#IS THIS#like sorry i said “we” when i should of said RYNLING#i didnt wanna be mean and tbh i do not care if i burn a bridge or piss them off#at this point but its crazy hoe many of you have shit talked her to me and then act like she didnt have a bad faith and like fucking insane#reading of what and i say again LITERALLY HAPPENED IN TWILIGHT PRINCESS#Something stupid big and im very tired of the vauge posting coming from people i like very much#like full on this shit js ridiculos and this is my final straw when it comes to zelda discussion. do not @ me#and ive hated direct comfrontation and shit and discorrse to begin with cuz it was usually some dumbfuck zelinker being RACIST#but apprently its now picking words apart. i will be as careful in my wording as possible but make no mistake this was about rynlings post#first and foremost and just getting things wrong about when the histoy of light and shadow line and just MIDNA in general#and its been conisistantly wrong since 2019 and mf yes im tag talking i aint taking up a dashboard#can you tell im very frustrated? im helping ezlo argue with white leftists who will ask you if you hate waffles when you say i like pancakes
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newtscamandersbf · 1 month ago
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’hikaru’ & yoshiki but theyre nennetti
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cishet boy best friends behavior nothing to see here 🙈
#tshd#the summer hikaru died#hikaru ga shinda natsu#yoshiki tsujinaka#hikaru indou#yoshiki x hikaru#sardigna#idk if i should translate it#i feel like itd ruin the joke#oh well !#‘yo bro you lowkey stink like shit’ ‘what the fuck r u talking abt’ ‘yes dude u smell like u havent washed in ages’#‘oh gtfo. like what can i do abt that now ?’ ‘idk. btw not to be like gay or anything but ur literally cool (handsome) af bro’#this made me realize how many concepts n phrases can be reduced to a single word in sardinian. damn#btw. ‘nenni’ r like. the gangster wannabes of sardinia or wtvr. specifically of cagliari#idk how to translate ‘cess’ its like ‘jeez’ i guess but not really. most of these words cant really be translated accurately#im gnna try 2 translate them#oja = hey / ouch / ow / aw; nenno = i said it earlier but also technically it just means dude / bro; fraghi = you stink (frago = stink);#tagazzu ses narendi = what the fuck are you saying; eja = yes; lillo = nenno slang for dude / bro; caddozzo = someone whos unclean / unkept#bairindi = get out; intzà = various meanings but generally its ‘and now ?’ or ‘so what ?’; abboh = a variation of ‘boh’ so it means ‘idk’;#cess = cant really be translated ? most similar to jeez but not really ? variation of ‘cessu’ which is the exclamation ‘jesus !’;#‘caghinery’ = 🚬 /🚬gotry ; togo = cool / handsome & its mostly used for guys but also js in general for things#also keep in mind that i dont rlly speak a singular dialect due to my family n friends but i think everythings in cagliaritan dialect here#also bairindi can be used as a variation of ‘wtf r u saying’ n ‘go fuck urself’ ig#and eja is also just in general an affirmation. like someone could tell u ‘im gonna go now’ and u could reply ‘eja’ to mean ‘got it’
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starfilled-galaxy · 3 months ago
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Smth I notice that makes me feel kinda different from other transmascs or ppl who have chest dysphoria/want top surgery is my dysphoria is more physical than visual
Most people I’ve heard talk about chest dysphoria seem to care a lot about how their body is perceived (by others or themself). They bind to make their chest less visible, they want their chest to LOOK as flat as possible
For me binding doesn’t do much. I mean, sure, seeing my chest is dysphoric, but putting one shirt over it so I don’t see the skin is all I need to not even rlly notice. Yet, I still get dysphoric even when I do bind or fully hide my chest because I can FEEL it. I know it’s there physically. The weight, just the meer fact it exists and is on my body is what causes me the most dysphoria, not whether or not it can be seen. How well hidden smth is doesn’t change whether or not it exists….
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