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taz80390 · 1 year ago
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Chapter 2 of Buure'naar su Mirjahaal (Chaos yet Harmony) is up!!!
Jango gets to find out more about how Obi-Wan came to be on M/D and tells the Young about Mandalorians!
The premise is that Obi called for Jaster on Melidaan and the Oya server is full of terrible enablers (I love y’all)
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careol · 6 months ago
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@whatscanon said: ❝ i need you to trust me. ❞ - from lucille bc she has the stigma of being connected to negan but is also like fuck that man (derogatory)
               trust   was   something   that   was   hard   to   earn,   especially   for   someone   like   carol.      they   are   in   the   middle   of   a   war,   and   this   woman?      she   used   to   be   pretty   heavily   involved   with   their   main   enemy.      now   some   might   consider   that   an   advantage,   but   not   carol.      why?      just   because   she’d   left   didn’t   mean   all   ties   were   broken.      there   was   a   reason   she   fell   in   love   in   the   first   place,   which   meant   there   would   always   be   some   part   of   her,   no   matter   how   small   that   saw   that   reason.      carol   was   very   well   versed   in   that   area.      situations   were   a   little   different   yes,   but   carol   had   always   wondered   if   the   lies   ed   had   used   to   sell   her   on   dating   him   could   have   been   true.      or   if   maybe   they   could   have   come   back.      that   idiotic   part   of   herself   that   always   dreamed   of   the   fairytale   romance.
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               ❝   i   think   you’re   a   liability.   ❞      carol   doesn’t   sugar   coat   the   truth.      she’s   gone   through   many   transformations   over   the   years   that   have   completely   destroyed   her   ability   to   care   enough   to   protect   someones   feelings.      ❝   a   part   of   you   will   always   love   him.      how   am   i   to   know   if   that   part   won’t   resurface   and   destroy   us?   ❞
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thefvrious · 1 year ago
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@whatscanon said -> "hi barbie! how're you liking the new decor?!"
drowning in a sea of thoughts she can't chase away, barbie is in her head. this is new, she doesn't like it, can't seem to snap out of it. it takes barbie's voice to pull her from the reverie -- no, not reverie, more like waking nightmare. was that the opposite of a daydream? when had everything stopped being so perfect?
the switch is flipped, though, and she shakes off the dissonance and offers the other barbie a wide, glittering smile -- as manufactured as the rest of her. "love, love, love it! oh, i wish i was good at that." she says, pushing herself up, turning in a circle to take it all in. everything all the barbies do at all times is exceptional. and she's just... well, stereotypical? what's that mean? "what inspired you this time?"
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risingmccns · 1 year ago
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closed text message starter for @whatscanon (Emma)
[Text from Benji]: [selfie of Benji on a bench, a checkered tail nighthawk perched next to him]
[Text from Benji]: Look how cute this nighthawk is!!!
[Text from Benji]: We had a staring contest in the park earlier, and I think we’re best friends now.
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timerevolt · 1 year ago
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whatscanon :')
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SEND A URL FOR POSITIVITY ! | accepting
Kels! Lovely! You are amazing. Sometimes I just read your threads astonished by your talent. You are also a great person ( but you know that ). Love you to fucking pieces.
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aur0ras-a · 1 year ago
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trust is hard , and when it's broken does it ever recover? anger is an emotion chrissy is unfamiliar with. it escapes in clenched jaw , crescent shaped indents in palms. it terrifies her , afraid if she does , she'll never stop. she's sent billy inside motel room for a shower , unable to bring gaze to her husband. keys in hand to car , still the thought of leaving is weighed. to drive back home to the house in the hills , pretend she was never there at all. chrissy doesn't acknowledge him at first , deep blue hues focused on ground.
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❛ did you know , this whole time? ❜ unwavering , she searches for an answer. she knows it isn't @whatscanon's fault. and it shouldn't be graham that ire burns hot for. it isn't his job to babysit his brother. but it doesn't stop it from escaping any less. ❛ are you doing that stuff too? ❜ she wipes at eyes , arms falling cross back her chest to hold tight to own frame. she laughs in a way that doesn't sound like her , lost of it's whimsy. instead it's cold , unalive. ❛ i knew, i did. i just didn't want to see it. i don't know what it's like for you guys out there. but i know that isn't him , and i don't think this is you either. ❜ had she gone from someone to something forgotten back home? waiting by phone , collecting dust and cobwebs. ❛ i know it isn't your fault , but god, graham. i trusted you , out of all people. i trusted you. ❜
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pinkbcrett · 1 year ago
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i'm surprised you're still here. - grace chasity to wendy ft @whatscanon
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❛ Yeah well. I admire your determination but not your message. ❜ she stated plainly, her own sign about religious freedom in her hand. Wendy had been mistaken for a prude before, but she wasn't. Yes, she cared about issues, but she didn't expect people to stop doing things. She didn't even care about people photoshopping their images, just as long as they didn't act as if it was fact. She did find it ironic that they were both standing there, opposite sides of the argument.
❛ Religious freedom means no ones religious beliefs are seen as better than someone else's! ❜
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atakeflight · 1 year ago
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no one's ever actually just... sat down and listened to me. - blaine & matt! ft @whatscanon
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❛ Well, all in a days work for the new directions appointed listener. ❜ he joked, but he had noted that he seemed to be the one everyone came too. He wasn't complaining. Glee had been the best thing to happen to him. Plus, having a year to scope out how everything worked? Well, it meant he had the best strategies. If only he had the confidence to actually implement them? Dance came naturally, singing did not. The first time had had actually sang by himself, was during the duet exercise at the beginning of the year and the amount of shocked faces had been priceless. Even Mr Schue didn't seem to believe that he could actually sing.
Still, he could use his knowledge to help Blaine. ❛ Mr Schue has his favourites, and unless his turned deaf, you'll be on that list very soon. Plus, you'll definitely be on that list because the Warbler's seeing you is gonna make them sweat. We took their best singer and dancer. ❜
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prettydead · 1 year ago
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         "Oh - it's you."
POST SURGERY ONE-LINERS./ @whatscanon ( grace )
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gleebitch · 4 months ago
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"they’re lesbian gratitude cookies."
@whatscanon liked for a starter.
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thefvrious · 1 year ago
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@whatscanon said -> "I'm being weird again, aren't I?"
It's just another one of those long nights where Billy's busting his ass on another twelve plus hour shift. He's been unloading the truck for the last few -- the perils of working at a shitty grocery store that can only afford a few employees; Billy's usually left unloading the truck himself. Not that he minds, it keeps his body in good shape and the repetitive motions are brainless and menial. He can think about whatever the fuck he wants to as he hoists out slabs of frozen cuts of meat, bags of vegetables, palettes of cereal and other dried goods.
Brina's been talking, helping where she can but staying pretty much out of his way as Billy has instructed. She can be a little bouncy when she's like this, prone to accidents, and lord knows they don't have worker's comp, so he feels extra strong about keeping her safe by whatever means he's capable.
When she stops and stares at him, asking her question, Billy pauses in his motions. It's cold as shit outside, almost as cold in the freezer, but he's sweating all the same. "What?" He asks, blinking, looking her over. "You're always weird, Brina." The Irishman replies with a wide, crooked grin splitting his face in two. "And I wouldn't have ya any other way -- why the sudden concern?"
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slash-aaa · 5 months ago
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sometimes, the local authorities got touchy when the feds were called in. clarice didn't exactly blame them, not when the fbi was filled with pompous, overconfident agents who believed themselves worthy of every last word. she wasn't like that, but there was no way for the police here to know. with the flash of her badge, clarice ducks under the yellow tape, stopping just in front of the door that led into a, for the moment, unseen massacre. unseen by her, at least. 'sheriff riley,' greeting is given without a smile, southern drawl elongating his name as it leaves her mouth. she couldn't tell whether he'd be a neutral party here, or if he'd turn up his nose at her, just like the officers standing at the line had. certainly, he wouldn't be happy to see her, but no one should be, in this situation. 'assumin' you've been inside already. your men find anythin' i should be aware've before i take a look?' @whatscanon.
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careol · 5 months ago
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LIKED : verse specific one liners / @whatscanon (steve)
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               ❝   i   know   what   teenage   angst   looks   like.      i’ve   lived   it.      something   obviously   has   you   down,   and   i’m   willing   to   listen   if   you   want   to   share.   ❞
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rebelpuff · 6 months ago
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@whatscanon
the   buzzing   under   her   skin   hasn't   stopped.   her   mind   hasn't   known   silence   ,   and   there's   nothing   to   be   done   about   it   except   to   move   ,   move   ,   MOVE    —    breakbreakBREAK.   she   hasn't   spared   a   thought   to   butch   in   a   while   ,   but   suddenly   she's   here   thinking   about   him.   she   always   knew   him   better   than   the   rest   of   them   ,   shared   something   with   him   that   even   his   brothers   couldn't   understand.   she   thinks   she   gets   it   now    —    what   he   felt   right   before   he   lost   all   control   ,   before   he   went   berserk   ,   the   nonstop   sensation   to   movemovemove   and   breakbreakbreak   ,   to   do   any   goddamn   thing   to   SILENCE   the   screaming   in   her   head. 
(   they've   always   known   this   was   possible.   that   the   greens   ,   for   their   excess   in   chemical   x   ,   are   fundamentally   less   stable.   she   just   didn't   think   it   would   happen   NOW.   )
she   doesn't   know   what   to   do.   for   the   first   time   ever   ,   SHE   DOESN'T   KNOW   WHAT   TO   DO.
buttercup's   never   been   one   for   plans   ,   not   in   the   a   plus   b   equals   c   way   ,   but   she's   always   known   what   to   do.   known   what   comes   next.   there's   nothing   now   ,   because   she's   done   it   all. 
she   did   it.
she   killed   him.
she   knew   she'd   do   it.   in   some   distant   part   of   her   mind   ,   she   wonders   if   her   sisters   knew   she'd   do   it   someday   too   —    knew   that   she   would   NEVER   let   them   make   that   decision   ,   knew   that   she'd   never   make   them   live   with   the   guilt   of   it.   the   same   guilt   that   won't   leave   her   alone   ,   that   has   nowhere   to   go. 
she   lost   her   MIND   afterwards   ,   but   not   like   this.   she   ended   the   battle    —    destroyed   the   enemy   and   their   puppet   and   ran   away   ,   trying   desperately   not   to   see   the   blood   on   her   hands   or   the   way   the   hatred   softened   once   he   was   no   longer   being   controlled.   he   was   himself   when   he   passed   ,   when   his   blood   coated   them   both   and   he   gasped   his   last   ,   rattly   breath.   she   can   see   his   face   imprinted   into   her   memory   ,   the   ghost   of   it   floating   behind   her   eyelids   every   time   she   closed   her   eyes. 
he   should   have   taken   her   with   him. 
HE   SHOULD   HAVE   TAKEN   HER   WITH   HIM.
because   what   now   ?   she   lives   with   this   ?   she   spends   the   rest   of   her   life   knowing   her   sisters   hate   her   ,   see   the   accusation   in   their   face    —    know   that   they're   right   if   they   decide   to   never   speak   to   her   again.   she   killed   their   father. 
she   killed   the   professor.
she   killed   her   dad. 
she   killed   their   dad.
she   cannot   fucking   BREATHE.
this   is   worse   than   all   her   nightmares.
she   knew   she'd   do   this.   she   knew   if   it   ever   came   down   to   it   ,   if   someone   manipulated   the   professor   enough   to   be   a   threat   ,   she'd   be   the   one   to   end   him   ,   rather   than   let   him   kill   her   sisters.   she   had   nightmares   about   it.   woke   up   SCREAMING   and   shaking   and   horrified.   but   she   always   WOKE   UP. 
her   dreams   stopped   before   they   got   to   the   part   where   she'd   have   to   deal   with   this.
she   doesn't   even   know   where   to   start.
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“   i'm   sorry    —    ”   the   words   are   gasped   out   and   so   goddamn   fucking   useless.   what   the   hell   does   sorry   mean   ?   what   the   fuck   is   it   going   to   do   ?   they're   FATHERLESS   now   and   it's   her   stupid   fault.   she   can   still   feel   his   blood   under   her   fingernails   and   she   won't   ever   be   clean.
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goeshard · 1 year ago
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he'd been out of rehab for at least a month now , and if billy was honest with himself things were hard. harder than he'd like to admit. it's why he spent most of his time alone , running , fixing things around the house , going on drives-- it was all just distractions. things to keep his mind of the drugs and alcohol long enough till he could fall asleep. it was the only time he could find peace really , but even that was hard these days. it's why he's out there , alone , sitting on the step of the porch , head hung low while the rest of the band and cami partied inside. he doesn't even notice @whatscanon come out until his tall lanky frame is sat beside him.
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green eyes look over , if only for a second , lips curling into a fake little smile --- ❛ hey man, ❜ it's soft , disheartened. ❛ thought you'd be partying with all of them , you don't have to worry about me , peaches--- promise , just go have fun alright? ❜ another fake smile before he sighs , ❛ hey , graham , i don't tell you this enough , but i love you alright ? i'm so proud of the man you've become , please don't fuck it up like me-- i know you're better than me. ❜
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willowdied · 1 year ago
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they're a 10 but they got sent to abstinence camp AND cheated on a test and NEITHER OF WHICH has to do with grace's doing at ALL :')
sounds like grace's fault smh, hence does that mean she is just a 10.
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