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revalition · 2 months ago
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fronted for the first time today and i've been stuck in front for hours! had to make dinner and heated up way too much spaghetti and fuuuuck. fuck. [pain threshold]
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22bananapudding · 2 months ago
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an observation
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faunandfloraas · 5 months ago
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Seungmin + "ATE" intro film.
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kvothes · 3 months ago
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✨CHAPTER TEN✨
Dean tries to kiss him. That’s allowed now, right? He wants it to be allowed now.
He’s not expecting Cas to turn his face away.
this is chapter ten of thirteen. if you haven’t been reading along so far—come on in, the water’s fine! this is a destiel fix-it and the author is not sorry for the angst. enjoy <3
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beautifulterriblequeen · 4 months ago
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Horrible new theory about Runaan's shirt today.
-no, not the new one, the one he lost-
He's still got his green assassin shirt here on the balcony, and vest too:
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But by the time Gren is thrown into the dungeon a couple days later, it's missing.
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Runaan's also sporting bags under his eyes because he'd been kept awake all night, enjoying Viren's frustrations about losing Harrow and also getting denied the crown of Katolis.
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So. About that missing shirt.
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I can't think of too many things worse for a guy who wears four shirts at once than to have them all taken off while he's badly hurt and manacled to the wall, and then be tickled half to death all night long, on his birthday.
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teshiee · 1 month ago
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stress doodlleleee hello mr jay ! ! walker
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graynide · 6 months ago
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this is how they first met right? wait is this even an accurate portrayal of ppu??
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crimeronan · 1 year ago
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i want homura to survive and grow old just so that she can get into her late 20s with all the emotional settling that accompanies that & realize she was dealing with the emotions of Being Fourteen for 12 STRAIGHT YEARS & be like "you are all actually so lucky that all i did was become a giant cunt and the actual devil. i probably apologized as part of my arc like a decade ago but everything i've ever done was 100% justified and i'm Not Sorry At All"
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archersartcorner · 1 year ago
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Tit Barry Syx. Sorry, hold on - Big Barry Tits. Okay hold on one more try. Big Titty Syx - okay you get the point.
Bonus:
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^ Definitely the galaxy’s Most Straightest Man
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sskk-manifesto · 2 years ago
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lavenoon · 1 year ago
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Presented with context and no further comment except "👉👈" @naffeclipse
*Aster's still not a girl (he/she) og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
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squuote · 1 year ago
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literal last minute submission for @tspud-whiteboard !! ^_^
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elekid · 5 months ago
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how fast will i lose followers if i reblog this image and repost it every time i get asked for fetty/clear?
lets do an experiment
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navy-leader · 2 years ago
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Avg reacts but its mostly dj commenting on blue's drug addiction
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blade-that-was-broken · 7 months ago
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His home was smoking.
Scorch marks, nasty words carved into the ground and trees, a giant hole decimating a third of the cabin. Branch's heart dropped in his chest. And he let out a shriek.
"Oh no," Holly whispered.
Branch bolted inside. Or, at least, he almost did. Synth and Holly pulled him back just before he got to the still smoldering door. What was left of said door was embers that burst and fell over at the movement. "Let me go!"
"No, bro," Synth insisted.
"He could still be in there!"
"He isn't," Holly agreed. "The hard rock trolls have taken everyone they come across so far. They would have taken him too."
"How did they even know to find this place? It's so isolated! It's not like we go around telling people!" Branch flipped, tucked away from view from his brothers by his friends. He was glad they were around him.
"I don't know dude..." Synth mumbled, with a frown and downcast gaze.
Darnell walked over, a machete in hand and offered it to Branch. He recognized it. They all did. "It's kind of knicked. He didn't go quietly."
"That sounds like him," Holly mused. It was a compliment, of course, it just meant that he didn’t go down without a fight. However, that could have meant any number of things.
Branch took the machete by the handle and stared at it. The grip was old and worn, years of use and hand strength bore into it. John’s fingers had literally made indents in the handle. He didn’t often use it as a weapon; John preferred glitter bombs and close combat for that, so the fact he had probably used at it as a weapon was worrying. “If they made it here, they got to Lonesome Flatts too."
"Delta would never go quietly either," Holly said with a frown, her shoulders tense. She wanted to argue, try to deny and plead for hope - Branch knew it - but even she could see the reality. "But this level of destructive force..."
"She'd have no choice."
"Which means the only ones left would be Funk," Branch nodded, glancing at the sky. "Can Angular Beasts fly to the heights of Funkships?"
"I have no idea."
"If we follow the Melancholy River..."
"Vibe City would pass at the end," Darnell nodded, in agreement. They all knew Vibe City’s flying patterns but as their Prince, D would know best.
"We have a raft," Branch continued, gesturing through the woods where he knew down the hill would be a handmade creation that could get them down the river quick and easy. "Rhonda can't move quickly through the reeds."
"Branch," Spruce said quietly, coming up to them, almost pushing through. After a moment, the others let him as we as his other brothers. He glanced up at the smoldering cabin. "You... you lived here?"
"I still do," he replied, stubbornly but he didn’t want to explain that now. "We have to go." He gave no room for debate as they quickly made their way down towards the river. John loved lounging on the raft they had built, listening to the soft hum of the reeds. Sometimes he'd even bring his own tune, strumming at a guitar and the reeds following. Branch couldn't be sure, but he was pretty sure the Reeds liked him.
They started down the river.
"Look, Branch...I think we should talk," Bruce said, coming up to sit next to Branch. Clay and Floyd followed. "You... you lived in that isolated cabin alone and that is not..."
"I don't live alone."
"What?"
"I never said I lived alone."
They all sighed in relief; weird but okay. They were all younger than him when they left - alone. He didn’t really understand why it was so different from him. He was older than them when they left. Bruce was the one to say something, after they seemed to calm from the notion he wasn’t living alone. "Okay, great. Well, not great considering if these Rock Trolls are taking people that means Gramma is in danger…” Bruce started, with a concerned frown but Branch interrupted.
"Gramma?" Branch asked, truly confused. "What does she have to do with anything?" And he honestly had no idea. Wow… he hadn’t thought about Gramma in a long time. Clay had said there was an escape. He hoped that Gramma got out then. But he wasn’t sure why they were bringing her up.
"Isn't that... who you lived with?"
Branch made a face. “No."
"No?"
"I haven't seen Gramma since I was a baby,” he pointed out, kicking from on the edge of the raft. Behind him, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a few of his friends shifting slightly, ready for anything. Synth was swimming underneath.
"A.... baby?" Floyd squeaked.
"Branch... if you haven't seen Gramma since you were a baby, who..." Bruce questioned, anxiously. He looked so worried.
"Who took care of you?" Clay demanded, finishing the question. He was staring, wide eyed.
Branch continued to look confused. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme, which he did not like. He wasn’t used to being confused in general. He was the smart one, the one with the plan. But then again, his brothers were a confusing lot. "The same person that took care of all of you."
They still looked confused. Honestly what? “What..."
"JD.”
He sounded stupid just saying it. Who else in the world could he be talking about? If he wasn’t talking about Gramma then there was only one other person that he could be talking about.
There was a brief pause.
"What?"
"Branch..."
"What?"
"He left. The same time as us,” Spruce said, trying to be gentle. As if Branch didn’t already know that.
"Yeah? And?"
"I don't think the few months beforehand can count as raising you,” Spruce continued, slowly, carefully. Branch blinked, staring for a moment as he tried to wrap his head around what they were trying to insinuate.
"Try the last sixteen years," he scoffed and his lip curled. Right, they left right after John did the first time. They had no idea he came back a few months later. And then a few months after that, John took him out into the wild with him.
"Huh?"
"JD has been raising me for the last sixteen years," Branch replied, repeating himself with the roll of his eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure what was so hard to understand. He was speaking clearly.
"Explain."
"Uh... so JD came back to the Tree. After my first Trollstice, we left. Me and hum. Eventually, we found the other tribes and a nice spot and built a cabin,” he kept it short and sweet. They didn’t need to know any of the details and honestly, he didn’t care for telling them. Branch had been upset, at first, realizing they were never going to go back to the tree. But as time went on, when he made friends and became more content with his new life, John had told him about what Gramma wanted. And he told Branch that the others weren’t coming back.
He was right.
"You... live with John Dory."
"Yes?"
They almost looked confused still. Branch really didn’t understand what was so hard to wrap their heads around.
"Have been for 16 years?"
"Yes! What's the big deal?” Branch’s voice began to raise in some irritation. “I lived with him and now he's captured by the Rock Trolls with all the other tribes, why are you guys looking at me like I'm the one who has two heads?"
"He... he raised you in a very isolated environment. Branch, that's not... that's not healthy,” Bruce continued, trying to be tactful and gentle. Branch knew he was a dad and he could see it but Bruce trying to… father him or whatever, felt weird. Wrong almost. Branch didn’t have a father. He didn’t really know what that was supposed to feel like like. But what Spruce was saying and what he was insinuating was rubbing Branch the wrong way. He knew it.
“Are you… are you serious?”
“Isolation is-.”
“You can’t be serious! I love my life! I have more friends and support than I ever have had, I get to know all sorts of new things, I get to learn not only a ton of stuff and read a lot, I get to learn about the other cultures and genres. I get to read their books. I’m far more adjusted and knowledgeable than most!”
Branch’s frustration was growing and he knew his friends could tell. They were all pretty in tune with each other, with how much time they spent together.
“But he-,” Bruce continued, trying to put a hand on him. Branch shoved him away, almost violently. He could see Holly tense but Branch cast her a glance. He turned back to his brothers - particularly Bruce.
“No. You have your own life now and we have ours! You don’t get to go after him with your grudge just because he chose differently from you and now you suddenly feel guilty about it.”
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thedeafprophet · 3 days ago
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drunk prophet saying hi at 1 am. I love. flondon characters
and talking to people. I am easiest to talk to on Tumblr posts. I like discussing things but esp lore and meta. 👍
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