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lover-of-mine · 1 year ago
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THE FUCKING "wHy dId eUgEnE CuT RaPuNzEl's hAiR ThAt sHoRt" VIDEOS ARE BACK IM GONNA GET VIOLENT DID YALL NOT WATCH THE FUCKING MOVIE? HER WHOLE LIFE HER WHOLE VALUE WAS PLACED ON HER FUCKING HAIR HE CUT HER HAIR BECAUSE HE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THE HAIR HE CARES ABOUT THE PERSON AND THE ONLY WAY TO FUCKING FREE HER IS TO MAKE SURE MOTHER GOTHEL CAN'T USE HER AND THAT'S GETTING RID OF HER HAIR. EVERY TIME WE SEE MOTHER GOTHEL BEING AFFECTIONATE TOWARDS HER IT'S DIRECTED TO HER HAIR SO NO HAIR MEANS RAPUNZEL IS SAFE AND THAT'S HIS FUCKING GOAL. GO WATCH THE FUCKING MOVIE AGAIN AND PAY ATTENTION THIS TIME. ALSO HE WAS DYING AND CUTTING HER HAIR WITH A FUCKING GLASS SHARD WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU WANT HIM TO DO PROP HER IN A CHAIR AND GIVE HER SOME LONG LAYERS WITH SOME CURTAIN BANGS SHUT UP SHUP UP SHUP UP ITS JUST HAIR AND THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT IT'S NOT ABOUT THE POWERS IS ABOUT THE HAIR BEING A PHYSICAL REPRESENTATION OF HER POWERS AND BY CONSEQUENCE A SYMBOL OF THE ABUSE SHE'S BEEN THROUGH AND HER HAIR BEING GONE IS ABOUT SO MUCH MORE THAN JUST GETTING RID OF HER POWERS SO JUST SHUT UP
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abstractpenny · 5 months ago
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i feel like asriel from undertale and lloyd from ninjago would be friends.
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nylwnder · 7 months ago
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no i dont get it. if we dont hit, if we dont scrum or defend or make a mark we’re soft, we’re not built for playoff hockey, we cant face an agressive team. if we DO make a splash, its considered unnecessary, “crossing a line”, mindless, stupid, bad, blah blah blah. SO DO YOU WANT US TO BE GRITTY OR FUCK WHAT THEN
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skelpiescool · 1 month ago
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guess whos my favorite based on how i draw them
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tw suicide bc its soul tf do you expect
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wesper-my-pookie-wookies · 3 months ago
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"It's not that deep."
Yes it is. Shut up. It is that deep.
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kiynania · 7 months ago
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so how abt some sidekick swap.
little sketches
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*proceeds to give everyone more trauma*
i don't know if I want this to be two separate aus or just one au. i have 3 separate ideas for each au idk which one i want.
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yearofinstitutionalization · 10 months ago
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113/638 One Suga a day while he is away
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dirtytransmasc · 1 year ago
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soft concept for ATSV:
its after the events of the movie, things have smoothed out, the teens are for the most part living their best lives, Miguel is working on... it... and getting his relationships with the kids to at least how they were before he decided to try and fight a 15-year-old, things aren't perfect, but its better.
movie night. kids are piled up on the floor, Peter B. and Miguel have somehow been dragged into it (read: peters happy to be there, per usual, and Miguel is more than happy to be involved, even if he would never admit that, not even to himself). the movie's long been over, credits rolling, all the kids are fast asleep, and both of the older spiders know they can't just leave them on the floor.
que Peter and Miguel doing what every tired parent has done after a movie night, carrying their kids to their beds, or in this case, back to their own dimensions.
the tentative "we should get them home" comment from Miguel breaking the quiet that had settled over the group. the near silent argument over who's taking who where between Miguel and Peter. the awkward manner of picking each one up, each of them tall or lanky or otherwise awkward to hold, seeing as none of them are little kids, some are barely even teens anymore.
Miguel having to suck it up and take Hobie cause he's too tall and too much for Peter to manage, complaining even as his heart melts ever so slightly at the peaceful look on the kid's face. Peter taking Gwen so they don't have to portal twice, barely holding back a smile when he watched Miguel soften hopelessly. Miguel offering to take Miles home, looking almost... ashamed for asking, but Peter just gives him the go ahead, and watches as the older spider picked up the much smaller kid like he was nothing, tucking him close to his chest and portaling off to leave him in his bunk, hushing him as he flutters in and out of sleep.
the two tucking them in, peter with much more pep and giddiness, and admittedly, more picture taking, but surprisingly, Miguel being much more tender and careful, making sure blankets were pulled all the way over and pillows were fluffed and that he didn't accidentally wake any of them up. gentle parting goodbyes in the form of tussling hair, double checking windows and doors are locked, and wishing them sweet dreams.
after Peter takes Pavitr home, completing the task of putting the kids where they ought to be, Miguel has to sit through all of Peter's gushing and photos, murmuring something about him looking like a creep with photos of random kids sleeping in his phone, before lurking off to his office to reflect on the night and the ruckus he just went through for kids he was hell-bent on convincing himself he didn't care about. Peter going home to MJ and his daughter, contented and tuckered out, already plotting how to use the photos like crypotnite. Miguel cherishing the memories of the night.
thats it. thats the idea. the mental image is better then the idea on paper, but you get the jist.
inspired by this fic
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sorrowfulrosebud · 1 year ago
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Duality of my hero babies:
Natsuo. Quiet, calm and peaceful 🥰
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And
Old man
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thedrunknextdoor · 7 months ago
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watching rebel moon and i just think its so funny that whenever kora’s like “will u join us??” A majority will take one look at farmer boy gunnar w the big cow eyes and be like *twirls hair* okayyyyy
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to-be-frank-i-dont-care · 1 year ago
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to the reviewer on Amazon who gave The Book Thief a 1-star review and said they threw it in the fire for kindling after just a few pages because it was so awful
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todomemolesta18 · 8 days ago
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Me being petty and ignoring posts that critize my favourite shows (they are my confort shows and I cant deal with criticism). And again, favourite, not "shows I like", those are casual but they arent """confort""".
So, yep, being petty and ignoring those cause my mental health is already bad and I cant deal with it :3
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jesse-cosay · 1 year ago
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Kiss as comfort
Jesslake
This got a bit off track, and I'll do the rest tomorrow. Ya'll feel free to send as many as ya like! Also feel free to be as specific as you want, my writing requests are always open, the prompt list was just,,,, to prompt ppl. Anyways, hope you can enjoy this, it was so incredibly self indulgent.
It was night. Lake wasn't usually the type to be a light sleeper. It would take an earthquake to wake them up. Maybe even more than that.
So to find theirself awake in the middle of the night? Yeah. It was a little disconcerting.
The surprise faded pretty quickly when they realized Jesse was no longer beside them.
It'd been awhile since the train. A month now, maybe. The Cosays were still trying to figure out sleeping arrangements. Clearing out the attic so Lake could have their own room. Lake was perfectly content sharing with Jesse, for the time being. But they couldn't help but feel excited to have something to call their own.
That wasn't the problem, though. Lake had a tendency to wake up a little after Jesse. The lack of his presence enough to stir them from their sleep and have them patting his side of the bed. Searching for a hand or reassurance.
If Lake was up at an odd hour, it was because Jesse was up, too.
They slowly stepped out of bed, his room empty. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom. Or grabbed a glass of water. Or something. Maybe it wasn't a big deal. Or anything at all.
... That wouldn't stop them from checking. Just in case.
The lights were off downstairs, but Lake could just barely make out Jesse's frame in front of the couch. It was just like him to be most comfortable on the floor.
He didn't seem surprised as they sat down next to him. Careful not to disturb him. His arms were wrapped around his knees. His head buried. Lake really hoped he wasn't crying.
"You okay?" Lake leaned into him, nudging his shoulder with theirs.
"Maybe." He muttered, setting his chin on top of his arms so he could see them better. Giving a soft smile. His reassurance would have been more comforting if Lake wasn't a little worried he was doing it for them.
"Wanna talk? About it?" Lake was bad with words. Always had been. Jesse never seemed too bothered by their ineptitude, but it did bug them.
"There was this- it's not a big deal. We broke up ages ago." Jesse admitted. "I don't even like him any more."
They hadn't talked about this type of thing before. Lake had sort of assumed Jesse wasn't interested in it. Dating. Was it dating? Or just romance in general- was this an ex?
"So why are you hiding alone in a dark room about it?"
Jesse huffed, a half laugh. "I don't really know. I guess I just miss it, a little. Having someone who listens to me and holds my hand. Who wants to do stuff with me and kiss sometimes. It was just kind of... nice."
Except Jesse had that. Sort of.
Lake listened to him. Did things with him. Held his hand. What was so different about this guy?
"Don't we do that stuff?"
Jesse buried his head back in his arms. "Yeah, we do. I just kind of miss the extra comfort. And kissing."
"So, your ex-"
"He isn't- we weren't, like, dating." He explained, flustered. "It was more like a- a qpr?"
Lake squinted at him. "Is that a word?"
"It's an acronym!"
They frowned. "What does it mean?"
"It was like- we weren't dating, really. We just wanted to have a relationship that we defined." He seemed distressed. Unable to properly explain the idea.
Lake thought they understood. When they were told they were a girl. Or had to be a girl or a boy- they'd chosen neither. Who they were wasn't one of the regular options. And it wasn't easy to explain. They just were.
So Jesse didn't want a relationship in the standard way. Just like Lake didn't identify in the standard way. It made sense. Neither of them was any good at fitting in boxes.
"So he's not exactly an ex, in the normal way... But you guys aren't together?"
"Yeah."
"And you don't miss him, but you miss- the idea of that." Lake had never had something like that too miss. Had never so much as kissed anyone.
"Yeah."
He sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. "I think I'm just moping. I had a bad dream and- and there's someone I would like to- to do that with."
"The qpr?" It was too dark to really search his face for an answer, not that Lake wouldn't try either way. Jesse had lots of friends. But a relationship that was outside of the norm- how could they even begin to pin down who this person was? They wouldn't know what to look for.
He nodded. Or at least Lake was pretty sure he was nodding.
"If it's any consolation, I think they'd be lucky to try it out with you." Lake offered. "I know I'd feel lucky."
His head whipped up from where he'd rested it back against the couch. "You- you would?"
"Yeah, I think that sounds nice." Lake fiddled with their hands. It was a bit too honest of them, but they were always honest with Jesse. "I don't know if I'd like a- a standard relationship. I guess. But making it up as we go? It gets to be whatever we want it to be. I like that."
They laughed, hoping that the shadows hid their nervousness, "I mean it's a lot like what we have, right? And I like what we've got, a lot, too."
"Can I kiss you?"
"What?"
"Oh- oh my god, I'm sorry, I just- I didn't mean to say that- just forget it-" Jesse back-peddled frantically, putting some physical distance between him and Lake.
"No, no, no- c'mere, you idiot." Lake tugged at his sleeve, blindly pressing a kiss to his face.
It landed on his cheek and was enough to get him to stop stuttering over excuses.
"When I said I liked the idea or whatever, I meant with you." Lake clarified. Suddenly feeling just as lost as he probably had now that he'd clammed up on them.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"So-"
Lake kissed him again. This time a bit more aware of where exactly they were kissing.
Jesse didn't argue, smiling at them brightly as they pulled away.
It was a much better look than when Lake had first found him. Curled up into a little ball.
"Do you wanna talk about- this?" He offered.
And yeah. They kind of did. But not at four am. "We'll talk later. Come back to bed with me?"
Lake offered their hand, helping Jesse to his feet.
"Yeah, okay. Okay."
They held hands as they tip-toed upstairs. Walking as quietly as possible as they slipped back into Jesse's room.
"You think you'll sleep okay? You mentioned a bad dream."
Jesse hummed, sounding far too content. "I think I'll be fine."
"If you say so." They kissed him once more, this time on the forehead. Jesse was all too eager to return the gesture. Nearly smacking himself on their chrome cranium.
They both snickered into their blanket, Lake clumsily pressing another kiss against his cheek. "Sweet dreams, casanova."
"Good night, Lake. I love you."
"I love you, too."
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f1rewalk3r · 1 month ago
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Only evil creative writing students nitpick. Remembering the student who spent 10 minutes of workshop rambling to the student being workshopped about how those were NOT the exhibits at the smithsonian, he's been to the smithsonian many times you see. Her story wasn't good but she should have still been allowed to kill him
“only evil writing students nitpick” have you ever even been on my blog
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lyriumsings · 3 months ago
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this is what i mean tho why are they reposting links they posted yesterday but with the new screenshots (some new some reused taash bbg im so sorry) like its new?? like what?? lol
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whateverthedragonswant · 4 months ago
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Being a fan of Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon on here is a real challenge at times. Simply because an alarming number of people don't understand what the word adaptation means.
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