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Born to Kill (1947) dir. Robert Wise
#filmedit#filmgifs#classicfilmsource#fyeahmovies#cinemapix#cinemaspast#moviegifs#noirvember#noir film#born to kill#1947#noirvember 2024#kicking off the month with this one#mygifs
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Iāve been very, very sick so have some of my crow friends eyeing this pumpkin suspiciously.
#crows#crow friends#corvids#these are George and ??#two of the three kids of HotWing and Beignet#one of the three hasnāt been around#but a very small guy showed up a few months ago#and kind of just moved in#he yells a lot#such is his right#for he is small#and a crow#anyway#everyone hates the bluejays#because theyāre such greedy pigs#but mostly because they will flying kick literally everyone off any feeder around here#complete dicks#learn to share or gtfo
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au: Jyn and Cassian survive Scarif, move to Fest after the war ends and have a family
Happy Fluffbruary, Rebelcaptain Nation! āØ
#rebelcaptain#rogue one#therebelcaptainnetwork#dailyrebelcaptain#swedit#rogueoneedit#starwarsblr#thestarwarsdaily#starwarsfilms#starwarshub#swcreators#starwarsedit#tuserjyn#*gifs#*rebelcaptain#*300#i couldn't figure out how to fit this into a prompt#but i'd figured it'd be a nice way to kick off the month
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hank crowd surfing at a shallow gravy concert but theyāre just performing for the venture compound so brock ends up having to airplane him around
number one fan
#five months passed but i was constantly thinking about this one#off to see my own concert now...i am going to get my shit kicked in in that mosh pit i pray#ms paint prompts#venture bros
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4ever yearning for a fic where zoro and sanji are in-canon childhood friends and theyre like, exactly the same, but small
i want zoro to show up to the baratie [kuina and koushirou took him] and Instantly pick a fight with sanji, and this just Keeps on going forever.
and everything is the same but they pull up embarassing childhood memories whenever they start losing
#āwell at least i didnt SHAVE OFF MY WHOLE EYEBROW WHILE TRYING TO USE ZEFFS RAZORā#idk i want them to be silly#silly kids#they wouldnt like see eachother often but it would be the type of friend you see once every couple months and its like nothings changed#zoro leaves his village and doesnt find his way to the baratie until joining the strawhats#and sanjis just like. man i kinda mis- OH THERE HE IS I NEED TO KILL HIM#zoro watches luffy blow a hole into the baratie and Knows HE is going to get the Talking to of his life#and then promptly gets kicked into the ocean by sanji#let them be childhood friends#oh man these tags got long#zosan#sanzo#black leg sanji#sanji#roronoa zoro#zoro#one piece#op#one piece thoughts#.. . . .#childhood friends au#i think about this a lot yall r gonna have to cope
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the mech brainrot continues
#kaybee#character art#my ocs#art#mech posting#anyways a quick announcement#i don't necessarily wanna leave tumblr cos this is the biggest following i've ever built#but i also want to show my solidarity for the trans women who have been kicked off the platform#so i'll probably set up a few other accounts and slowly migrate offsite over the next few uh#months maybe?#i always do this stuff real slow#thank you all for being so rad for following me#i love each and every one of you#mwah
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do you make enough money from selling prints in etsy to sustain your life? how are you able to afford this beautiful house and time to crochet and go on walks and all of that? iām not asking for nosiness but because iām trying to figure out what i would need to do in order to make my life financially sustainableā¦ is art an optionā¦ etc
short answer i mooch off my bf <333333333333333
#long answer part 1: i make enough off my etsy to afford my stuff (and i really don't buy much) and help out w th food bills where i can etc#i hvnt been able to do much of that OR save anything for the past couple months bc i hvnt been selling much BUT . things are beginning#to pick up again and i hve new stock to add when i get back from holidays :3#i have a smallish job lined up from my agent which is exciting! but hopefully i will make enough w her doing picture books etc to be able#to pay my keep / save more etc! i hve been anxious abt money this past months but thats just more so money for me to spend on small stuff :#i also dont drive so . i dont rlly hve many outwards expenses . im very lucky to have him hes very kind and lovely !!#if i wasnt w him and he didnt hve a house i would still b living w my mama which i did since i left uni!#long answer part 2: i always make time for goofing off during my work day. always!!!#part of the joys of being a freelancer! i can do what i want!!#i can share my routine in more detail if u guys want but i dont start work until abt 2pm-ish most days bc i dont rlly work well in the#mornings. when i hve more work that might change!! i have enough on to keep me busy but im not rlly hvin 2 manage my time u kno#im very very lucky to be in such a comfortable position :3 i hope one day u can be as comfy !!#oh also. i think once the agency work kicks in i will b fine financially ! and also u can absolutely make a living off etsy when its good#its very good for me ! i was very comfy financially around xmas last year i made a lot#u can do it u can do it !! art will always sell !!
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lying in the dirt thinking about how they made jason the impulsive brash bat when thats cass.
"the bat that punch first and asks questions later" thats cass thats casssssss
Cass' way of dealing with steph for a long while was just to knock her out and run off girl just does what she wants and I love her for it
#ask#anon#also someone on that post mentioned how long jasons shopping list is#bc he probably does so much pre planning into best cheapest products#and yeah you cant convince me jason isn't one of those pro coupon people#he probably started with Catherine and now he just loves doing it#also off topic#but absolutely fucking horrible day at work today#i knew September was gonna be a shit show but Jesus fucking christ did not realise itd be so soon#this month is gonna kick my ass someone send help plz
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the finger underneath the chin, the kiss on the cheek, the subtle smirk while walking awayā¦ lordy what a man ā”
(footage from āThis is Elvisā 1981)
#how many times have I watched this? yes.#blushing and kicking my feet rn#I truly marvel at the self control of some of these women#like all she did was smile#I would either be passed out on the floor or holding onto Elvis with a death grip until one his bodyguards pulled me off#I see this exact video every few months and it always has the same effect on me#heās so šš#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#elvis#elvis fans#elvis photos#elvis footage#this is elvis#70s elvis#70s#karate elvis
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as promised, here it is! this is intended to be a playable short story featuring content that won't be covered within the main storyline. the story will be centered around zhongyuan, otherwise known as the hungry ghost festival.
#tshb poll#kicking off july with a poll!#lots of things planned this month#including the (too) long-awaited chapter one update HAHAHA
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Iāll be honest, for as many years at Iāve seen October art/writing challenges (and art challenges the rest of the weeks/months of the year), Iāve only attempted a few and never finished any.
That being said, I think what Iām going to do for my umpteenth attempt this new October is to just.. do. Just do something every day. Any challenge, any prompt, any event, even if itās mixed and mismatched. Doesnāt matter if itās finished, though I will try for it. A few well-typed sentences, a sketched drawing, an unfinished study, Iāll still label them a success. I want my goal for this month to be to make improvements in my art and passions and to make an effort. Not bogged down by perfectionism or despair or lack of motivation or whatever else may stop me. I want to make the challenge of this month for me to live my life thoughtfully and love and respect what I bring into it again.
#ghost posts#i did officially join one challenge#and thatās going to be my main focus which is definitely out of my comfort zone#but Iām trying to make it a goal to work on my art/writing in general again#and just using the start of the month as a kick off I guess lol#Iāve already spent the first two days working on sculptures and thinking about writing ideas#itās been a long time since Iāve loved my art so Iām hoping to work towards that this month#and not be so caught up in my own head and fatigue#obvs only so much I can do if I have a fatigue episode#but then I make that time into rest/audiobook time#and start back again when I wake up#anyway yeah this is my own challenge for challenge month lol#i keep trying to find little ways to improve my life and Iām hopeful#going to try to work on my fitness and diet too šŖ#balanced diet I donāt do that trend stuff#also above all working on my faith. scriptures and sermons#move over New Years resolutions this is October makeover
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Bruce you make me so ill (Batman #416)
#how does one even process everything that just happened in this issue#Jason jumps the gun on a drug bust that heās apparently doing alone#Nightwing saves him#pays the drug guys off with a big wad of cash#and lectures jason about arrest laws#then we find out jason doesnāt even know who Nightwing is and freaks when he mentions the cave#THEN we find out joker shot dick and Bruce fired him bc he didnāt want to be a responsible for a kid fighting crime#even though dicks literally 19 when it happens#then dick leaves with just the money Alfred gives him#and THEN WE FIND OIT BEUCE DIDNT FOLLOW ANY OF DICKS MOVES#and that dick got kicked out of college after Rome semester and spent time hitchhiking#AND THAT HE ONLY LEARNED ABOUT ROBIN 2 FROM A. NEWS PAPER#then bruce says he only took in Jason because he missed dick#yet still didnāt make contact with him for 18 months#but despite it all dick belatedly gives Jason Robin and takes down the earlier drug people as brotherly bonding#while Batman#for some fucking reason#is watching them land internally thanking dick#god they are so messed up#dc#dick grayson#nightwing#dick and bruce#jason and dick
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not even joking abt the cognitive decline anymore im actually scared. i saw the tv glow hit too hard for me everything has felt wrong and i don't even know since when, do i have long covid brain fog? residual damage from my concussion this past fall? what about my first concussion six years ago? i feel like there are pages missing. i feel the gaps in my knowledge and awareness and abilities. im scrambling around in the dark
#everything's so mentally taxing and maybe it's because im rotting my brain with screens#maybe it's the adhd (7 months off my meds)#maybe it's that im just stupid.#im rereading one of my favorite book series from childhood (fablehaven) on a nostalgia kick#and i have to keep turning back a page bc i missed something. THIS IS A MIDDLE GRADE NOVEL#it's frustrating#today i couldnt remember basic information like i forgot how much my horse's board is and the name of an old trainer#and i lost my way 3 times trying to take my friend on a trail ride on a route i regularly go.#maybe it's also lack of sleep#idk
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Itās Bisexuality Visibility Month (also Suicide Awareness Month), and the biphobia has been constant and intense, even in our own bi spaces, mostly from fellow LGBTQIA+ people.
Bi women have been told they are tainted for being with men, that we are dirty and dick obsessed. Weāve been told we are perverted fetishists by both cis and trans lesbians, with even gay men joining in on the insults, with one even threatening violence towards bi women if they come near lesbians. We even got told we deserve to be abused, raped, and murdered by our male partners because thatās what we deserve for dating men.
Bi men are being accused again for being HIV carriers, with gay men saying they are only good for sex because they will end up leaving them for women. One trans man said he would kill himself if a man started dating a woman after him, not leave him for one but just start dating again and that person being a woman.
I havenāt seen insults directly about non-binary bisexuals, but Iām sure there would be and a lot of hate lumps us all together. All this hates stings me but I canāt imagine the pain of all this for non-binary, trans women, and trans men dealing with it all, and it makes me so disappointed and angry that fellow trans people in this community are hurting them.
Pride Month a lesbian wrote āI wish god would eradicate all the bisexualsā while another wrote āFor Pride Month let all the bi people disappearā with both having thousands of likes and comments agreeing. Now during Bi Visibility Month, a non-binary lesbian with feminist in their profile posted āHappy bi visibility month, I hope they find a cure soon šā. While continuing to mock us after.
Our allies and so-called LGBTQIA+ advocates have been silent and have even participated in bierasure, laughing at us when we point it out, saying āItās not that serious.ā āLol the bis are getting upset over nothing againā. Only the bisexual advocates and pages have spoken out against the hate.
The B in LGBTQIA+ is suppose to be for bisexual but this community says and treats us as awfully as the bigots do to all of us. Bisexual is the sexuality that is attracted to two or more genders, that we have the ability to love anyone regardless of their gender. But weāre treated as greedy, perverted, hyper sexual, unfaithful, which from bigots you understand and usually brush off, but from those within the community who go through similar prejudice and should understand, sharing the same ignorant mindset.
These spaces are suppose to be our safe havens as well, but are just as dangerous. We try making our own spaces and even that is invaded by these people, we are beyond exhausted. We need the other members of the community that arenāt biphobic to speak out more and shut these people and this hate down. Because the lack of empathy from this community is frightening and all this in-fighting will allow the bigots to pick us a part more easily.
#iāve been struggling mentally since pride month because of all the hate#i had to unfollow a lot of lgbtqia creators due to them ignoring or participating in it#i even had to unfollow most lgbtqia pages because of the comments#iāve been sticking to bi pages and tags but itās full of biphobia#iām a sa survivor being told by the community that is suppose to be the most understanding and supporting that i deserved what happened#why do i deserve to be abused and die because i have an attraction that isnt limited by gender#the trauma from that relationship has left me disabled#i thought i found a community that was safe for someone like me#but the biggest deception is that us bi people are a part of lgbtqia#them and the bigots could settle their differences with their combined hatred for bi people#but iām the one that is the danger and doesnāt belong#i spent my youth hiding my attraction to women during the 90s and early 2000s due how that time was#and now this community is making me feel ashamed again#my mental health was doing okay until i opened myself up to this community#i regret coming out#i wish i went ahead with killing myself in 2012 like i planned#bi visibility month#bisexual visibility month#bisexual#lgbtqia#tw: biphobia#our rights are being striped away again but sure bisexuals are the problem#i have too much unfinished business to end my life#i was harassed through out school being accused of being a lesbian and was assaulted by one of those girls#pulled down to the ground by my hair and kicked non stop in the ribs until someone pulled her off#even my gender came into question when that show there's something about miriam came out#telling me i don't belong in queer spaces when i've been assumed queer almost my whole fucking life and before most of you were born
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Iāve been really thinking of reopening my art shop soonā¦ Iāve been taking some practice doodles (hence all the posting lately) while I shake off my rust and Iām finding things I enjoy working on again. I miss trying my hand at more dragons/OCs and colors. my shopās so broken rn lmao but thatās a problem for a later date itās just nice getting back into art
#my mental health is starting to improve a bit#took a couple years but I found some meds that finally work better for me#ofc things arenāt 100% but I was really in a pit for a while#like ādid not leave my house in months and slept 14 hours a dayā kind of pit#so. any improvement is better lol. but nah Iāve been making real improvement and im doing better. a lil shaky sometimes but thatās expected#diagnosed with chronic fatigue too. which is unfortunate but not unexpected. i am indeed godās sleepiest soldier#i feel like a raisin slowly rehydrating but considering i was in a desert before any hydration is welcome#just learning how to enjoy things again overall#one thing I just couldnāt get myself to do (and enjoy) was art. doodles here and there but nothing to post#and itās kind of funny because I feel like that downtime actually gave me a chance to think about what I wanted to work on#even when I wasnāt actively practicing#just paying attention to things I guess. enjoying art styles#i genuinely think my experimenting with stained is helping me learn colors#i spend hours in the scryshop im glad itās paying off lmao#i want to tackle bigger things but i just gotta ease myself into the hang of things again#for now im having fun and thatās coooool. thank you all for your nice comments#i read all tags while kicking my feet and giggling. thank u all#thatās the update on Me tho. more to come hopefully#starting next month/julyish I will have a significant amount of time to dedicate to drawing which i intend on doing#so who knooowwwsss#rambles#funny enough coloring has become my favorite part of the process now. it used to be lineart. now lineart annoys me LOL#i also feel like i kinda lost my ability to write which has been frustrating but im focusing on art first#anyways thatās a whole different tangent rant over
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Hastie Lanyon was a Dead Man: a Lanyon/Jekyll oneshot
Word count: 1485
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Guess whoās been fixating on silly Victorian men? ME! Yeah I had fun with this. Iām so sorry it will get a bit angsty. This is up on ao3! My account is under the same name as here :) Warning: major character death.
Hastie Lanyon was a dead man. These shaking gulps of air, these slow and rhythmic heartbeats would be his very last. He could feel it- his life slipping through his fingers like water off a duck's back. It would be gone soon, gone like the sunlight slipping into the horizon or clouds whisked away by the wind. Would anyone care? Would anyone notice? Would anyone miss him once he was gone? Utterson, perhaps. He was a good chap. Loyal, he was, albeit a little dull. Hastie had always considered the lawyer to be one of his closest friends, whether the feeling was reciprocated or not. He had even visited a day ago, the very second he had heard of the illness. That was hard. Oh so hard. To know you were dying? That was one story. To admit it aloud? That was another story entirely. Lanyon remembered how the tears had stabbed at his eyes, how his chest had tightened, how his hands trembled with fear. Utterson was patient, sympathetic, even a little teary himself. But when he had mentioned Jekyll...
Jekyll.
Where would he be now? Was he even Jekyll anymore? No doubt, that Hyde character had probably taken over completely now. Lanyon was considerably more upset at the thought than he should have been. He hated the man, don't get him wrong. The very thought of him made his blood boil and his skin crawl with an army of spiders. Yet... the thought also made his heart swell. A swell of memories, joy, happiness, love . Jekyll, before his downfall, had been much more than a friend. Much, much more. "Just a friend" wouldn't stay up until first light drinking wine and talking about their deepest, darkest secrets. "Just a friend" wouldn't brush their knuckles against yours while walking just a little too often to be accidental. "Just a friend" wouldn't share a kiss, soft and tender, with you in a moonlit study. No, Jekyll was not a friend, not by a long shot.
When was the last time he had seen him, before the incident? Well, it must have been winter, at least 9 or 10 years ago. They were much younger, of course. Reckless. The two were in Jekyll's house, sat huddled together in the same armchair. It was cold outside, deathly cold, yet they were heated by the hearth both in the centre of the room and the ones hidden in their hearts. It was silent, but a comfortable silent. Silent like the calm right after a storm. Silent like the early morning. Words were whispered, lingering on steady breaths and gentle gazes. It was a perfect night. Until it wasn't.
"Hastie?" Jekyll's voice had a shaken quality behind it, the usual sweetness cracking. Immediately, Lanyon could tell something was wrong.
"Yes, dear?" He had replied, pretending to be none the wiser while the worry gripped his gut like a vice.
"Do you ever think about... You know,"
"No, I don't know. Go on?"
"Running away?" The words could barely be heard as they escaped his lips. Lanyon had been taken aback. What were you supposed to say to that? What could he possibly answer?
"Well, no, not really." Why would he? Life here was perfect. He had a blossoming career. He had a blossoming love. What more could he ask for? What more could he want?
"Not really? Not once?"
"I have no reason to. I have everything I need right here." He leaned over to rest his head on his partner's shoulder, fighting to keep his tired eyes open. Jekyll had smiled, genuine and warm, but there had been a slight sadness hiding at the very corners of his mouth.
"Of course. Of course. But what about freedom? What about the liberty to be ourselves out on the streets? We have to hide from the public eye every day, Hastie. Why should we? Why should we have to cater to a world that looks down on us?" Oh. Lanyon looked down at his feet, shoes still on from a day working.
"Because that's life, Henry. Not everyone will accept us and that's okay."
"How can you be okay with hiding this? Surely you can't bear to live the rest of your life hiding a secret? Hiding the most beautiful truth to exist?"
"Henry, we can't just leave. That's absurd."
"But is it?"
"Yes, it is." Lanyon sat up straight, gaze hardening ever so slightly. It was enough for Jekyll to see, though; he recoiled a little, flinching with a grimace. "What about our jobs, Henry? What about our lives?"
"Hastie, you are my life!"
"Then why isn't this enough? Why do you want more?"
"You know why. I may have you but we'd still be shunned if we so much as linked arms in public. Is that the life you want to live?"
āI-ā the words wouldnāt come out.
āSo come with me!ā
āā¦I canāt.ā He choked the sounds out, barely a whisper. āI canāt just leave my lifeās work.ā
Jekyll shook his head. The disappointment and anger and hurt grew in his eyes, a distant inferno swirling in his irises.
āHenry, Iām so sorry-ā
āNo. Itās fine.ā
And with that, Henry Jekyll had strode out the door.
It would be years until he heard from Jekyll again. It had gotten worse over time. It turns out time doesnāt bring fondness; like a grape in a barrel, it brings bitterness and sucks the sweetness out. Lanyon could barely take hearing Jekyllās name in public again. Ever since heād left, the man had completely thrown himself into his work. Immoral work. The devilās work. Utter scientific balderdash. This didnāt really bother Lanyon too much, of course, but at least he had an excuse to publicly hate the scientist. No one had to know about theirā¦ past relations.
But oh, how he missed him desperately.
One can forgive. One can move past. But one can never forget. And god, heād never forget those nights, just the two of them, spilling secrets like water through open fingers and sharing sweet, lovesick looks lit by candlelight. They were the best nights of his life. And they were gone now.
At least, thatās what Lanyon thought. Then came that December night. The night was suffocating, a thick fog laying over the city like a distasteful throw. A thick air of mystery loitered. That mystery only built when a letter was delivered to his door. A letter from none other than Henry Jekyll.
So eagerly had Lanyon sliced open the envelope and delved in. So quickly had his heart skipped a beat or two.
āDear Lanyon, You are one of my oldest friends; and although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember, at least on my side, any break in our affection. There was never a day when, if you had said to me, āJekyll, my life, my honour, my reason, depend upon you,ā I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you. Lanyon, my life, my honour my reasonā¦ā
Lanyon had hardly been able to read the rest with a clear head. His life. His honour. His reason. Did he really still mean that much to him after everything that had happened? So of course, without a doubt in his mind, Lanyon followed the cryptic, quite possibly dangerous instructions detailed.
He so desperately wished he hadnāt.
He had driven straight to Jekyllās house, despite every ounce of reason screaming at him from his core. He met with Poole, got the drawer and went straight back to Cavendish Square. Even when that strange little man- Mr Hyde- had shown up, he still pushed aside any doubts and focused on the task at hand: saving Jekyllās life. However that may be. It was all so confusing.
He hadnāt expected Mr Hyde, after promptly taking that potion, to transform into Jekyll. It was horrific. Such horrors he had never seen before. Every time he shut his eyes, all he could see was the way that manās features had grotesquely contorted, agonisingly slow, into the face that once brought him the most comfort in his life. He felt no comfort then. Just fear. Pure fear, raw and acidic in his stomach. It had scared him half to death. Quite literally. Now look at him. He was laying on his death bed, slowly fading away. Wasted. Lost. Soon he would be gone forever. He had so many regrets. He should have just ran away with Jekyll when he had the chance. Maybe then the man never would have turned to such horrific experiments.
"Jekyll? If you can hear me-" his words sounded so pathetic, so weak, hanging limp in the air of his room.
His answer was silence. Still, he continued.
" I love you."
And just like that, a lantern flickering to darkness, Hastie Lanyon was well and truly a dead man.
#the strange case of dr jekyll and hyde#lanyon x jekyll#jekyll and hyde#dr jekyll#henry jekyll#dr lanyon#hastie lanyon#fanfic#one shot#robert louis stevenson#I canāt stop thinking about the silly Victorian men#everyone is gay#This is a great way to kick off pride month
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