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it only just now dawned on me that I’ll very likely learn who won the election from those Supernatural homosexuals. this is how we live now.

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Posters for National Theater of Korea's production of Macbeth, designed by Yuni Yoshida and photographed by Noh Juhan. [1][2]

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this scene is so fucking funny the english dub of this show is so good

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who wants to go with me to the evil dead cabin dunkin

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To all Americans out there:

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tumblr staff when Supernatural (TV 2005) is trending for the 47837283th time in the year 2024

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Happy halloween, tumblr dot com!!!

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🧑‍🎨 James Lewis

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saw this absolute king at the Paris Miku Expo

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saw this absolute king at the Paris Miku Expo

[EDIT] : THIS IS @funnyparadox PRESENTED TO YOU, OUR PATHS FINALLY MET

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Green Day releasing an album like "FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME! WE HATE AMERICA AND WE ARE BISEXUAL!"

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Homophobic Pearl

im like 99% sure you mean pearl from ace attorney because of my latest drawing, but I didn’t realize that until after the power of these words made me black out and make this comic in under 10 minutes , so…

So uh. Here you go i guess.

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Pangaea miku

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MY DYNAMIC AND CHAOTIC TRIO 🙂‍↔️🫶🏻

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☆phinktober day 10!!!☆

sister Daniel & father Philip

i couldnt resist and ended up drawing this just after the last one, and clearly i just didn't listen to my brain and ended up rendering it lol wanted to do them justice so how could i not u.u

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Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.