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i hate MANY things about how angsty the s'chn t'gai family's canon is but i think my main issue with it is that it really makes a "jim meets spock's siblings" scenario impossible because of the timelines
(p.s. if you know any fics of jim meeting spock's siblings, send them my way pls)
#i am soooo annoyed#michael gone into the future. sybok exiled from vulcan and later dead because he went insane and thought he was gonma fight god or somethin#spock just. There#then jim dies too after about 30 years after meeting spock so even if michael even returned via wormhole shenanigans she might not see him#the temptation to write a fic where a) sybok doesn't start talking to god and b) the discovery doesn't fall into the future#so that i can just have a. scenario. where jim meets the family.#if anyone knows any fics like these PLEASE send them my way#limebug's original posts#limebug.txt#star trek#spirk#k/s#star trek tos#s'chn t'gai family
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they really do match each other’s freak huh
#ARGHARGAGRHAGRG I HATE THEMMMM RHEYRE SO THEYRE SOOOO#i am boiling them into a. Soup. and then Drinking The Soup#shouta doesn’t find hizashi annoying he is literally just as bad if not worse#erasermic#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#present mic#eraserhead#my post
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When you draw the Three of Cups, you will see three women lifting their cups up in the air in a celebration of some sort. Good times are in the air, for the three ladies have wreaths made of flowers in their hair. Wreaths are often associated with success and victory, so their happiness is well deserved.
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#three of cups & three grammys#boygenius#i am soooo annoying#to marie this is for you bitch i hope you see this! ok now time for thoughts#julien being scared of tarot but trusting phoebe and lucy anyway....#julien being hesitant about we're in love in the beginning then singing the lead on their last show... goodbye!#talk about living through it to get to this moment#also they MOVED when asked about the tattoo lol they're so passionate#the run to the stage... you can FEEL their emotions through the screen#julien baker#phoebe bridgers#lucy dacus#boygeniusedit#also#taylor swift#grammys#musiciansedit#musicians#musicianedit
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i do not gaf about drawing percy with blond or black hair but atp, annabeth is black to me. it has changed her character and how she moves thru the story significantly and i do not want to draw her as a white girl anymore. so please do not request it from me.
#and for christs sake use your i ference skills and stop asking if blond percy is will solace. if hes making i love u eyes at annabeth#take a wild guess#most of you have been very sweet and i think feel similarly to me#but i am soooo annoyed at all the draw book annabeth requests#pjo#percy jackson
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sdsifdkdk sam jealous that he's not in the FBI database like dean and then grumbling abt it when called out, peak younger siblingism
#true crime girlie sam is soooo annoyed his name isn't in the database. like what am i chopped liver?!#vics spn rewatch#spn 2x08
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Alex Saavedra (founder of eyeball records and early advocate or mcr) responded on reddit and he liked my username!
I got an original 2002 bullets shirt! and he came on reddit to say it’s legit. He explains real bullets merch vs recreations/new bullets merch. It's hard to tell on ebay what is real bullets merch or something that was sold at hot topic in 2014.
#alex eyeball#eyeball records#my chemical romance#frank iero#mcr#I am soooo annoying about this#ray toro#gerard way#mikey way#i brought you my bullets you brought me your love#bullets era#alex saavedra#interviews
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Mars, you have a lot more patience than I would at this point gdhfkjgdsfg. If you'll allow me to choose violence for a second:
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Hi anon! Did you know you can engage with other people without interpreting every word they use in the worst way possible, making a million assumptions about their background and prescribing opinions to them they've explicitly told you they don't have?
I don't even disagree with all of those rebuttals, but if you want people to engage in discussions with you you have to treat them like human beings, not your opposition in a court case. What are you expecting to get back when you act like this? About nonexistent fingers in his ass guy?
You should at least have got off anon and owned what you said- unless you're using anon to block evade, in which case you should consider respecting people's boundaries.
:D waow…. feeling very cared for in this chili’s tonight
#ask#lyre#as for my patience: yeah i am a bit more patient than i’d like to be#but anons like that are enrichment to me lmao#i try not to feed the trolls but there’s smth very satisfying in showing someone that they have failed to get under your skin#it was how i dealt with troublemakers/bullying in school as a kid ^_^#in one of my art classes (8th grade i think? so like 12-13yo) there was a kid who just refused to follow any directions#and would also try to distract and annoy everyone else#it pissed me off. so i decided i would literally just pretend he didn’t exist#he would get my attention and i wouldn’t respond. he’d try to startle me#wouldn’t even flinch. i got to the point where i could look Through him#it pissed him off so bad. i think i lowkey crave returning to the level of power i felt in that moment#anyways i employ a similar strategy with these types of anons. i’m trying to have Less patience with people but i’m not an angry person?#i don’t experience anger at individuals very often#i DO however have a strong competitive spirit and a trickster’s sense of humor#(yes i was raised on looney tunes can you tell)#so i laugh whenever ppl try to get under my skin like that because. heheheheee they’re madddddd they’re soooo angry#and it must piss them off sooooo bad that their words don’t make me feel bad :(( poor thang#this is probably a character flaw of mine in excess. but right now it’s funny#and hey if someone is gonna refuse to treat me with respect i think i’ve earned a few potshots right
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something he can't put into words.
#ANOTHER DAIGO POST!!!! <333#also sorry for being like teehee yaoi dojima anyway daigo can't/probably shouldn't be close to his bio dad and latched onto this random#20 year old but Doesnt Quite recognize what is so wrong about sohei and so right about kiryu and how he should feel about either#meaning he cant fulfill his true desire (baby duck around kamurocho with his babysitter who's probably got better things to do bc people#always have better things to do than take care of him but at least kiryu pretends he enjoys it#for hours and hours and hours. some of the others ask him how he is or what he's up to at school but they don't really reach him like kiryu#does. he wants to impress him soooo bad. aughhh baby daigo you're annoying but you're also so emotionally neglected#haha latching onto mentors bc they're more involved/easier to connect to than parents haha who would do that not me ahem uh anyway#(skrunks be normal about and not project onto a kiryu + child dynamic challenge: impossible)#anyway he can't just say sohei's his father bc he's a big crime daddy but he hasn't really.. accepted? whats going on with kiryu yet either#i dont think he knows kiryu's his dad is my point#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#yakuza#dojima daigo#like a dragon#daigo dojima#ykz#i accidentally saved over soo many versions of this so i had to be like fuck it we ball. thats the final version of that panel now#gonna schedule this for later today bc i dont wanna stifle the kazumi posts but i also uh. am impatient#anyway more little daigo content he's such an ass but it makes so much sense why he's like that and he deserves a whole lotta love#also i just realized i used different name orders for kiryu and yayoi... sorry idk im just incapable of writing kazuma kiryu#uhOOPS POSTED IT EARLY NVM#yer gettin a loootta skrunk content today ig#skrunkart
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early 00s comics be like. everyone was SO mean to stephanie for NO reason.
#reading in rapid succession how bruce is blacklisting her and the bop refuse to keep training her#and cass just keeps knocking her unconscious adsñlfkja (which barbara practically cheers on because steph is just soooo annoying apparently#like am i supposed to believe there was anything ''defective'' about her that meant she had to be stopped from vigilantism AT ALL COSTS#(except whenever it was convenient to bruce)#but every other child/teen vigilante is just. fine? like. how is her case different than tim's?#(other than bruce needing a teenaged minder as to not get overly violent and kills someone)#and i'm sure she made mistakes* along the way but lbr batman comics are notoriously hypocritical re: whose mistakes are forgiven#(*this is all before war games but that was another story and straight up character assassination lbr)#talking to the void#my thoughts#dc thoughts#dc#dc comics#stephanie brown#bitter lau tag
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if i double text someone i have to be put down but if someone double texts me i am planning our wedding
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ᗩᑕᑎE IᑎᐯᗩᔕIOᑎ
#danganronpa#danganronpa art#danganronpa fanart#danganronpa byakuya#byakuya togami#he'd totally freak out about this#gasp! the togami heir is not perfect 1000% of the time?!#how scandalous!#also i am mean#placed the acne in probably one of the worst spots#i'm not TOO mean though cus the worst would be directly in the middle of the chin as he can at least use his bangs to cover this one#i am so drawing more of this concept btw cus i love him so much and i just have to have him suffer now and again with mundane bullshit >:]#also i feel he'd honestly use one of those acne patches or cover the acne with some foundation (or whatever the term is)#i very much know practically nothing about make up as i do not use any of it like at all! might be allergic ngl#i can see him being slightly embarrassed that he's even using the acne patches cus “togami's aren't supposed to get acne!”#he is SOOOO not using the alternative though of just “letting the acne be out in the wild for all to gawk at” he has a reputation to uphold#also feel he gets embarrassed and annoyed at just regular human bodily shit he has no control over though that's a ramble for another day!
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shut the fuck up arin thinking lloyd & nya were his parents after ras beat him up whattt 🥲
#can we still talk abt this or am i soooo so late#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#rizz speaks#also these like voltron-esque mech shots are so. annoying
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I did not miss trumps voice its like having to listen to a dumb older relative who believes the moon landing was faked and believes the ai images on Facebook are real
#us presidential debate 2024#look dont get me wrong i do NOT like biden at all#but i cant stand trump#i am glad they put in the mic muting unless its their turn to talk this time#the last debate was soooo annoying and so messy
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[ cropped 😇 ] — 💋 Cybill n Iris 💋
@grimreapersbutt — she always on that damn husband of hers fr fr she can't get enough of him
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#happy (early) father's day to cybill 😈#my gift to him was.. 🥴💦💦 some fun art of him and his wife#I drew this one so fucking long ago man I'm finally making art again after a couple months#BUT ANYWAYYYYYY#y'all know the drill#if u know where to find it and haven't yet seen <3 go nuts over all the fun thangs I posted on priv this week <3#okay if u need me I'm going back to being half passed out on the couch#my art#cybill x iris#fallout#sole survivor#friend oc#listen I'm prolly gonna forget in like 20 mins I posted anything at all bc I am fuckin OUT OF IT after yesterday#but I am going to be soooo fuckin annoying abt reblogging my art tomorrow so likeeee my fair warning to everyone 🫡
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the black sky and all those lights
a silly little something i wrote for jalentines!!
When Mal opens the dormitory door, Jay is standing in the hallway in his workout gear, hair tied up in a bun. He’s already grinning in that way he does when he wins a fight. Mal rolls her eyes at him. Grabbing her bag, she says bye to Evie, and joins Jay in the corridor.
She scowls as they walk, her workout clothes tight on her skin. Jay had insisted they’d do things properly, and not in their usual leather.
The hallways are decorated for Valentine’s Day, making Auradon Prep even more gaudy and colourful as usual. Pink and red hearts plastered across the walls, boasting the abundance of love here in Auradon. Jay’s had a thousand notes in his locker. Mal’s had none. Every morning, she watches Jay approach his locker like he would a target on the Isle. Weight forward, shoulders squared; ready to fight if needs be. And the paper falls to the floor like blood, only sickly pastel. Scrawled glittery gel pen. Words confessing passionate love, or asking him on dates, or doodles of hearts. Jay smiles the whole time. Greets and winks at girls. Scrunches those notes up in a fist.
“Everywhere looks disgusting,” Mal says as they approach the sports hall. Heart-shaped bunting crests the doors.
Jay holds the door open for her. “It’s fun.”
“You would think that.”
The sports hall is mercifully free of décor. They drop their bags in the corner and begin to warm up, another stupid practice Jay insists on. His top rides up as he side-stretches. Isle rule: never show skin, especially to the enemy. Except, Jay loved to parade around in those stupid sleeveless vests. She’s yelled at him plenty of times about it—Are you insane? You’re a walking target. He would just grin and say, they’ll have to catch me first.
Jay laughs as he grabs the practice swords from their stands. “Here.”
He throws it, and Mal catches. The weight in her hand is familiar. Already, her pulse is thrumming faster, and maybe if she closes her eyes she’ll be back on the docks, with the wind ripping at her hair, and the salt stinging her nose, and half a dozen of Uma’s crew jeering over the clanging of swords.
Jay chucks her a mask too, before attaching one to his own face. The mesh turns her vision slightly hazy.
“Ready?” Jay asks.
Mal’s watched fencing practise a few times, mostly as an excuse not to do homework and instead watch her boys wipe the floor with all those prissy Auradon princes. Coach Jenkins appointed Jay captain of the team a few months ago, a role he takes more seriously than she’s ever seen him take anything.
“Rassembler! Salute! Lower the point. Masks down. En guarde!”
Mal lunges first, which Jay clearly anticipates, parrying her blow. He circles. Strikes. Mal blocks it. He’s quick. Reflexes honed to a sword’s point; learned by practise and theory. Mal lashes out again, just catching his free arm before he jerks away. She grins underneath her mask. Her breath comes quicker. Jay’s blade arcs down, hitting her chest. Mal swats his blade away. She hears him laugh. She growls. Strike. Parry. Strike. Block. Strike. Jay lands another hit. Their shoes squeak against the linoleum floor.
“Come on, Mal,” Jay teases.
Mal lunges like a cat on its prey. Jay’s blade grates against hers like steel against flint. Jay may be quick but Mal’s smaller, and she weaves her way through Jay’s blade until they both have the sword’s point angled at each other’s chests.
They’re both panting. Jay lowers his sword first. Takes off his mask.
“You came in clutch at the end,” he says.
Mal huffs, wiggling the mask off her face and wiping her forehead with a sleeve. “You actually get training.”
“And now I’m training you!”
His hair has loosened during the sparring, spilling out at the seams. He unties the bun; flips his hair down and shakes it out. In this late-afternoon light, his hair could be made of gold. Hair longer than Mal’s ever had.
He pulls his hair back into its bun, deft fingers making quick work. When he straightens back up again, his face is slightly flushed from the match.
And Mal looks at this boy she’s known most of her life; this face and these hands; a boy that has held her at the end of the world and the start of a new one. And she snatches back down her mask.
“Again,” she says, lifting up her sword.
She’s swinging before Jay’s even had the chance to pull his own mask back down. Her blade slices against his chest, and she hears the breath escape from his lungs.
“Fuck!’
Jay’s blocking her hits in no time. Mal grits her teeth. A boy who’s inhabited every place she’s ever been. The shadow along the street; a fixed point on the rooftops. Those long, quick fingers that know their way around bandage; around open flesh; around her own hands. Like a comet to Earth. Like an eclipse. Totally consuming.
And here, where the sun shines brighter than they could have ever dreamed, she is left blistering. Those girls that fawn over Jay, professing their love with the same ease that Mal can hold a dagger to a throat. Jay’s clicking tongue, and that low fry to his voice when he’s chatting someone up. Everything is always so easy to him. He can wrap anyone around his finger with a wink.
His blade slams into her stomach. Mal pants, the budding pain in her side clearing her head. Jay’s standing above her like some heavenly deity.
“Best of four?” he offers.
“Yeah, whatever.”
“C’mon. Let’s take a break.”
Jay drops his sword and grabs his water bottle from his bag. Mal joins him, still gripping her sword, gulping down her water like a man in a desert.
“We should do this again soon,” Jay says.
“Tomorrow?”
“It’s the Valentine’s Ball tomorrow.”
Mal snorts. “Yeah, and?”
“I was gonna go.”
His words are coming too slow; too considered. Like when he used to talk about his dad, or a particularly bad Barge Day. Rehearsed. A guard dog who’s smelled danger, prowling at the sidelines.
Mal presents her blade. “En guarde!” she shouts, and Jay ducks her swing before scrambling over to his own sword.
“Really, Mal? Another sneak attack?”
“I’m keeping you on your toes.”
They waltz around the sports hall, the blades clashing and slicing and singing.
“We all agreed we weren’t going to go to the Ball,” Mal says, jabbing at Jay.
“We never agreed anything.”
Jay lands a blow. They are at the dockyard, with its rotting wooden pier and dead fish stench. The screeching of metal; the shouting; Mal’s heart hammering like the tide. Blood, and life. The roar in her ears. A dragon’s call. Body moving without a thought, as quick as a lightning strike. Not having to look behind her because she knows Jay is there.
“Exactly!” she says. “Why would we want to go to some stuffy Auradon ball?” Jay tries to say something but she ignores him. “Why would we care about Valentine’s Day? It’s corny, and over-commercialised, and a stupid excuse to make everything about love.”
Jay has her backed up against a wall. With no time to mount his mask, his lips are slightly parted, and his hair is escaping from his bun again. He looks just like he did on the Isle; none of his perfect prince act that fools Auradon. His sword hovers above her throat.
“Do you yield?” His voice is low.
Mal stares at him. Those eyes that have seen every part of her. All the blood; every smile; her pale skin in the dark Isle nights. The boy that has beheld her every action; weighed it all against his own understanding of the world, and decided that they slot together as easily as a bullet in a pistol.
“Who are you going with to the Ball?” Mal asks. She’s still clutching her sword. She could claim the upper hand, if she really wanted.
A grin creeps across Jay’s face. All those notes and heart-shaped lollipops. The giggling girls at his locker. He could pick any one of them. All of them so beautiful, in their sunset-coloured dresses. He could have anything he wanted.
“Well,” Jay says. “I was going to ask you.”
The sword’s point makes sure they keep their distance. Never too close. All touches so light; so fleeting, as if you could’ve mistaken them for a dream. As if you could’ve imagined the whole thing. All those nights in the hideout where the barrier of the body seemed thin, and the world became so small: just two kids who wouldn’t even dare knock knees.
So Mal shakes it all away with a laugh. “I’m not going to the Valentine’s Ball.”
Jay lowers his blade. Neither of them move. “Not even with me?”
“I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other girls who actually want to go with you.”
“I want to go with you.”
His words echo through the empty hall. His word is as steadfast as ever, the only opinion Mal will ever trust. Compass, anchor: Jay does it all.
Heralded here, Mal as real as the vast sky outside. Here, in his gaze, held aloft by trust where there shouldn’t be and compassion where there shouldn’t be and understanding where there shouldn’t be. A home for all her broken bones.
Mal’s lips unfurl into a smile. This ache in her chest. In her throat. Jay always being able to disarm her. Jay in every place she’s ever been. Jay as her shadow; her skin; her second self. A reflection in the mirror. The line of separation is nonexistent. Like the sun, like the moon: one cannot exist without the other.
#did this turn out way longer than i anticipated? absolutely#but i had a lot of fun writing it :) ive had to write a lot of things that Matter recently so it was nice to just. not have to try so hard#anyway anyway I LOVE THEM#i just think. mal being soooo annoyed that jay gets to play the carefree flirt#all these people that dont know him being 'in love' with him meanwhile mal can barely come to terms with her own feelings for him#and she communicates that through violence :)#and jay. jayyyyy. doesnt really want anything to do with these notes. like sure he likes the attention but he doesnt KNOW any of these girl#and they dont know him. and no one could know him like mal does :)#i also purposefully left the ending ambiguous teehee :) so i guess we'll never know what happened thumbs up emoji#descendants#jal#jay son of jafar#mal bertha#my fic#also i am not a fencer so everything i know is from the jay/lonnie right in d2 and google 👍 sorry to any fencers out there 👍#*fight
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hmmmm
#this is... possibly a bit puritan of me but I do not know how I feel about the whole ''hexagram'' thing#I KNOWWWWWW it's a technical term but my brain is wired to be stupidly hypersensitive because I am always afraid of#Doing Something Wrong (Or Demonic) lmao#however. I do realize the incongruity. since. yknow. all the Christian girlies love this series so 👍#the instant anxiety and uh oh what if i can't read this is soooo annoying ngl#fma
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