#three is the limit
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live-laugh-legolas · 8 months ago
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Just a friendly reminder that it took three arrows to kill Boromir and Faramir survived being shot by two.
Fuck Denethor, Faramir is just as strong and great as Boromir
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probablyethan · 2 months ago
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I don't know if anybody already called it out, but every Life series Winners Soulmate (except for Joel (for now)) has also won a season.
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Which I know is only a coincidence but still so funny to me.
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raticalshoez · 3 months ago
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Was thinking of my post about dream teams and got really invested in whatever Unrequited Hate has going on
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astystar · 1 month ago
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4/7!! winners hooray!!
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nezhanetwork · 2 years ago
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based on falseknees' comic :)
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pangur-and-grim · 9 months ago
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oh god yeah, I got Pangur and Grim as kittens and they took out all their evil energy on each other. it was so much easier. I got to be a deadbeat dad on a lawn chair sipping beer while the children play.
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and now I have a sockpuppet armed with needles who sees me as his favourite wrestling buddy, and there is no peace. there will be no peace. there is only kitten teeth and yowling
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arcanegifs · 20 days ago
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ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x03 - “Finally Got The Name Right”
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benevolenterrancy · 6 months ago
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Luo Binghe, screen saver mode
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bigfatbreak · 2 years ago
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Birds of a Feather previous / next
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give-grian-rights · 3 months ago
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literally crying at the moment how do more people not feel INSANE about Jimmy and Joel. JOEL WAS GOING TO KILL HIMSELF IN LIMITED LIFE TO BREAK THE CANARY CURSE.
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darkmagiciang1rl · 7 months ago
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Mesmerizer if they were fucking EVIL!!!!!!
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toomanyrats · 2 years ago
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on shame and yearning (pt.1)
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taiistired · 8 months ago
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my mean gills designs :D
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sylvancastor · 7 months ago
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Jaecaerys continues to be the only person with any sort of common sense. Obviously I'm not excusing what he says about people from the lower classes, but he makes a good point about his legitimacy being endangered by clear proof Targaryen bastards can claim dragons. Which is why the book makes SO much more sense bc the entire dragonseed idea is his idea, not Mysaria/Rhaenyra's. We can't know for sure bc of how F&B is written, but with it being Jace's idea it's implied at the very least that he's weighed the benefits versus the consequences to his own legitimacy and their dire need to win the war and decided in favor of having the dragonseeds claim dragons. Taking that idea from him though and having it basically be Mysaria's is a complete insult to him and a politically damaging decision he didn't agree to. And not only does he have to deal with that but also in this version he has to be the one consistently wrangling Rhaenyra's council because she's literally NEVER there. I sympathize more with Jacaerys every week bc I'm frustrated, so I can't imagine being him.
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romanceyourdemons · 2 months ago
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first chapter of the nonexistent novel "the fourteenth prince is sick of heaven's will"
The fourteenth prince never became emperor, to no one’s surprise. Perhaps the historians of the next dynasty might have been a bit surprised, as they reviewed the series of extraordinary events attached to his name: his birth announced fourteen months after his mother fell pregnant, able to read and write by one year of age and fluently recite the classics by three; skilled in horseback riding and archery at five years and a renowned artist by six, with an inborn gift for divination renowned from Nanyang to north of the Great Wall. Looking at these facts, a historian might find themself believing that the fourteenth prince was destined for greatness, but in his lifetime only one person ever seriously supported him for emperor, and that person was not even his own mother.
The reasons for this were manifold, but all were apparent on the day before the Emperor’s birthday twelve years after the fourteenth prince’s celebrated birth. As most of his half-brothers rushed around finalizing preparations on the birthday gifts they had painstakingly organized, the fourteenth prince settled into a bathtub full of steaming water and herbs, trying to get comfortable, since he knew someone was about to die.
Spring arrived in Chang’an like a diva coming onstage: a brief peek to see if the audience missed her, then an absence to make their hearts grow fonder, then sweeping on all at once, powerful and buxom, all cloying perfume and hot breaths. The courtyard the prince’s bathtub overlooked was raucous with birdsong, but he did not care. He hardly even bothered to listen. He tipped his pitch-dark eyes, watering a bit from the scents of the medicinal herbs, up to the ceiling and ran through the vision that was bound to come true today.
The fourteenth prince, who preferred his childhood name Xiaoju, internally categorized his visions into three groups: useful, useless, and unpleasant. Visions of the results of a dog race, the sudden appearance of a renowned restaurant, a beauty’s outdoor performance being rained out--these things were useful to him. More frequent were the useless visions: a pig in the countryside falling sick, a child being sent out to chop firewood, and similar things. The unpleasant visions featured a human death. All suffering brings pain to the heart of a gentleman, but Xiaoju’s aversion to these visions was more specific: every time a death he foretold came to pass, he would spend the rest of the day out of commission with a splitting  migraine. Only by saving the person could he save himself a headache.
But of course such a thing was easier said than done. As Xiaoju sank his head up to the nose in the steaming water, he thought through what he had to work with for today’s tragedy: a young woman carelessly crosses a city street and gets run down by a careening cart. Very tragic, but how could he hope to prevent it? He did not know who this young woman was; as for where she was, it could be a street in Chang’an, but it might also be in any other prosperous city. The only thing this vision gave him to work with was an off-hand comment from one of the people the young woman skipped by: Don’t you know what tomorrow is? It’s the emperor’s birthday! So, today. At least he knew when his suffering would strike.
Xiaoju turned his eyes to the clear sky outside his courtyard and blew despairing bubbles. Why had the heavens seen fit to give him such a useless gift? If nothing else they could have given him a more dignified trigger for his visions, like incense or meditation. It was just embarrassing to get shackled by the future every time he had wine.
A patch of crimson and green interrupted the pure blue of the sky. Xiaoju sat up so suddenly his whole mouth filled with bitter herbal water. Springing out of the tub and making a mess of the floorboards, he scrambled to the doorway and squinted upwards. He knew that kite. He had seen that exact kite in his vision: fallen, broken, and being waved by an angry shopkeeper at a pair of children just before that vast black cart barreled down the street!
Xiaoju had no time to waste. Chances to save a life and spare himself a migraine were few and far between; if he let this one slip through his fingers, he would never forgive himself. A few steps into the courtyard, he backtracked and grabbed a towel for modesty, and then he was off, off, off, like a demon was on his heels.
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brodyfoxxsmassivetits · 21 days ago
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oops! all ponies!!
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you can tell these r sorta old because jons not MASSIVE HUGE TALL GIANT
But yk just.. pretend..
I really liked drawing pony designs for them I REALLY like ponies...also people liked this one on ig when I first posted it!! rare for me 2 like something and to have it do well
I've got no excuse for why everyone's all cute n gay I think drawing horses just MAKES you make them kiss
Jon doesn't have a cutie mark because uhhhhhh ermm ummm
their all earth ponies also because I kinda didn't...wanna figure out what they'd each be BUT IF I DID....
jon n tom are earth(toms pretty farm pony coded imo)
matt n duin pegasus
edd n mark unicorn?? maybe???
tord unicorn too I guess but I'm not used to including him
also one image being SUPER low quality is so funny to me genuinely but also FHUCK dawg why don't I save my art in high quality....I need to stop not sending people my finished stuff because otherwise it gets posted and is PROBABLY gone from my ibis gallery because........well tbf me clearing my gallery is my fault mostly but...cmon
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