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thejourneyoflifewords · 8 days ago
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98chao · 3 months ago
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my pitch for a season 2 of last cookie standing
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dapper-lil-arts · 5 months ago
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Happy pride from the changeling kingdom
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valentinemesis · 6 months ago
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the crying doll
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turnipoddity · 8 months ago
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og final girl. to me.
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bluerosefox · 10 months ago
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Presence Pressure
Danny learned the reason why both his adopted parents and the GIW find it a little hard to somewhat track him down in human form (unlike when he's in ghost form) is because when he was still in the LOA he learned to suppress his presence (he was always good stealth, blending in, and other things like that, unlike his brother who didn't have the patience for it) and he does it subconsciously in human form but not in ghost form.
After finding that out he starts to train his ghost form to suppress his core/presence to that nearly of a blob ghost (and boy has it been fun being able to sneak his way into fights when his rogues come to town. Skulker is both the best and worst, he enjoys the challenge, Danny won't lie he enjoys testing his abilities against the 'greatest hunter')
Once Danny got a good handle on it, his parents suddenly burst into his room and announced that they're heading to Gotham tonight!
Cause apparently that 'ghost scum' ecto-signature has been detected there and they finally found it after months of recalibrating their inventions to find his trail. (And where his parents went the GIW have their eyes in his parents which meant they're not to far behind)
Danny is stunned (he forgot Damian and his DNA were very similar due to being 'hand-crafted' and the fact they grew up around the Lazarus Pits, that Danny suspected was dirty ecto now)
Oh... oh no.
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evviejo · 2 months ago
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STAR TREK: VOYAGER - S4E18 The Killing Game, Part 1
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me-beef · 9 months ago
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colorful horse show
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ccuriousmischieff · 10 months ago
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herewegobebe · 11 months ago
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TAEMIN | for WAVES [x]
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shineemoon · 1 year ago
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"We are all connected. We can't work without each other." –Kim Kibum ♥♥♥♥♥
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room-of-lies · 3 months ago
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burrrrgah
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weirdcat1213 · 1 year ago
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honestly every fucking studio in the world should follow what orange does. Do they take +5 years on making a 12 episode anime? GOOD! cuz they fucking deliver and not only animation-wise. Their writing and directing team have time to actually get attached and care about the story, to think every scene by the millimeter. They take their time to let musicians compose what they think is the best score for their animes.
and most fucking importantly THEY DONT OVERWORK THEM TO DEATH
Animation is fucking hard but if every studio took the time and care like orange the industry would be so much better
"but they take too long" I hear you, houseki no kuni fan, and as a fellow fan, I can tell you QUALITY OVER QUANTITY!
capitalism has destroyed the industry so much because we rather have a long ass catalog of stuff we probably will never watch rather than wait for every fucking piece to be the best version of itself. I need you guys to open your eyes and think about our artistic legacy and how capitalism is making us leave a trail of corpses behind instead of completed pieces.
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sigmastolen · 4 months ago
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cats merch idea that nobody will make: ballerina music boxes, but with victoria (white cat solo) and mistoffelees (turns obvi, the part where he flips his hands out during the brass blare). the victoria one would play the slow theme from the white cat solo. in my heart i want the misto music to be from the turns in the dance break but i don't think that would translate very well to a music box; realistically it would be a phrase of the "magical mister mistoffelees" chorus
you could probably make ones with other cats who have characteristic poses/music but i don't think it would translate as perfectly, you know?
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userautumn · 2 months ago
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so. who is eddie diaz when he has none of the things that make him eddie diaz? who is he at his core? i'm so fucking interested and excited to know. as an eddie girlie(TM), i used to PRAY for times like these. break him apart !!!!! make him cry !!!!!!!!!
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somegrumpynerd · 3 months ago
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It was one of the rare nights that Nightmare decided to actually retire to his room for the night. He didn't need sleep, with enough flow of negativity he could easily survive without it, but sometimes it was nice to just lay down and rest.
He had a dream. They were rare too, if only because he slept so infrequently, but this particular one was common for him when he did. It was about killing Dream. The ongoing war between them was constant on his mind, so it made sense it would invade his unwaking hours as well. In it, he finally managed to crush the life from his twin, in the process gaining unwavering control over the entire multiverse as he watched the other's eyelights dim.
He sat up in his bed.
He was panting. His tendrils, slowly reforming from behind him, were trembling as they hung uncertainly in the air. He realised slowly as he returned to reality that he was gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.
Panic was an emotion Nightmare had rarely been on the other side of for centuries. It took him a few long moments to even identify it from within his own soul, rotten and imprisoned under the corruption. It took him even longer to identify the part of him that he had long assumed dead, which was crying out for nothing more than to cling to his brother for comfort.
For the first time in hundreds of years, Nightmare wasn't sure what he wanted anymore.
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