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drizzledrawings · 9 months ago
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Bird outlaws
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steveharirngton · 8 months ago
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♡ my DREAMBOY ♡
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hihomeghere · 9 months ago
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Rdr2 guys reaction to “I want a baby.”
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Honorable mention
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tlj1988 · 5 months ago
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frootertooter · 6 months ago
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Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes
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shipwreckedcomedy · 5 days ago
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We just wish we had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade. 🦇 Join us Saturday for this month's Patreon reading of Addams Family Values - for patrons at the Silent Era Sirens tier!
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razorsadness · 8 months ago
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Ars Poetica
When I am stuck, I walk outside, I breathe, I name the color of the light then walk back in, I start to write. Sometimes just passing through a doorway, just naming something is enough—or I go for a walk. I drink coffee in a public place. What is left to say to the page of the air? An abuela at the bus stop wears a sentence like a boa. I watch the sky: even the clouds are hieroglyphics. & life is work & worry, overtime & bills, silence & music, groceries & dreams. I want to put it all in my poems: All the ordinary that should kill me. All the ordinary things we are. I want to sing. To sing for the average dead: Not those who died young or spectacular, but by diabetes, or my friend Tim by heart attack at 53. Lynn by stroke at 56. All the ordinary folks with fatty livers at the local diner. Who will remember them? Who will write their odes & elegies? Some days the writing is not the writing: it is getting the laundry done, or sitting in a dark room, or feeding the kids lunch, or napping with the dog. A few daily words attach themselves & not today, but tomorrow, or the next they will fall off you & become sentences when you are thinking of what to make the kids for dinner, that ache in your wrist from the weather. Or years of piece work. A poem is a kind of piece work. Remnants of letters we stitch together with bloody thread, crushed coke cans, green plantains, kids banging garbage can lids. Donut shop junkies drinking coffee black with a dozen sugars, a dog growls on a chain as I walk in the light rain—can you hear me whistle a scratched LP of all the world’s lovely & unloved things? Or did I ever tell you this story: During the Question & Answer at the fancy university, the old poet confessed. “I have written all I wish to in this life.” The professor— who had introduced her reading (with real affection, if not exuberant over-praise, being as he was her ex-student from decades ago, looked genuinely bereft.) “But” he stammered. “But you cannot be serious. What would we do without your poems? What will you do if you are not writing?” The old poet touched her exuberant gray curls, then said, “I will eat pie."
—Sean Thomas Dougherty, from Cultural Daily (June 2023)
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comicsreading · 12 days ago
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John Constantine, Hellblazer 29-33.
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verkomy · 1 year ago
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“frodo’s face was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping years was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed. not that sam gamgee put it that way to himself. he shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmured: ‘I love him. he’s like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. but I love him, whether or no.’”
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arthursfuckinghat · 9 months ago
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The worst part about playing rdr2 again is knowing who's going to die, how they're going to die, when they're going to die, and not be able to do a single thing about it
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wowza-ari · 8 months ago
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BEST FRIENDS FOREVER BEST FRIENDS FOREVER
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steveharirngton · 9 months ago
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SIGH.
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thedeadpoets-blog · 2 months ago
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carpe diem
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thoughtportal · 1 month ago
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saintmouthed · 3 months ago
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thinking about when Spenser asks Sean what he sees as he shoots the scary eldritch monster at the end of Eye for an Eye and Brennan doesn't start with "We received orders from Dr. Nero" or WHATEVER... he starts with "I hadn't seen Marion in over a year" and then—
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Luis drops his head down.
me too buddy me too. i'm in agony.
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badnewswhatsleft · 10 months ago
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i'm sure these are already up somewhere but thought id post them anyway! scans of ap #323 june 2015, a lot of hiatus discussion
(definitely best viewed on desktop with right click > open img in newtab!)
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