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Streaming some Lies of P! Since I got my PS5 so have to platinum it again. 🫡

#emp.txt #lies of p #remembering to actually post here. idk if ppl would want to but eh #up to romeo!

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#ygo arc v #omnis mundi queuetura

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Tom Sturridge at Comic Con Holland '24

#self-reblog

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✨DISNEY VILLAIN ERA✨

My favourite Disney villain...

#bg3

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#ygo arc v

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unresolved son-issues

#lies of p #yeah

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#dc #the sandman

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#dc #the sandman

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“It’s funny when he does it”

Say what you want about Bendis, but his dialogue and characterization of Clark and Bruce’s friendship is just so much fun. Full panel below.

From Man of Steel (2018) #1

Also because it’s a fun pairing, here’s they are teaming up to drop people off buildings:

#dc #superbat

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Day 5 of Mechtober

Prompt: Tied By Fate

One of my favourite headcannons is that the crew will always find each other, no matter what happens, so enjoy the chaos that came from that.

(I also believe that Johnny always breaks his goggles because we know that idiot has no preservation skills)

#the mechanisms

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MERLIN 4.04 ⋄ Aithusa

#merlin

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#p5

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Two/Jamie as text posts

#doctor who #classic who

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Uh oh

not cheese but you know

#lies of p #canon #omnis mundi queuetura

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Dream: You dare suggest one such as i might need your companionship

Hob: Yes, yes i do!

Dream:

Dream: Then I'll take my leave and proof you're wrong

Hob:

#dc #the sandman #omnis mundi queuetura

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by @XocePivacik

#dc #superbat

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Hob hates changing lives.

He tells himself he likes it, a year or so in. He tells himself he enjoys the variety, the meeting new people, and seeing new sights. And he does. Just . . . not now. Now when he's still mourning his old life.

He sits on the couch—a new one, not the one that's formed to him over the last twenty years—and sighs as he stares at the few boxes he was able to bring with him. The small flat in Cardiff was fine, arguably lovely, in fact. He's been excited about it when he's first done the paperwork, and there's a distant part of himself that's still excited. But as he looks up at the unfamiliar walls and listens to the unfamiliar sounds of the street and city below, Hob can't help but feel trapped.

He can't go back. Not for a while. Not until he's forgotten in people's minds. He won't see the New Inn again or any of his friends from KCL or the Chens who knew his order by heart because he couldn't go more than two weeks without craving their food.

Robert Golding was gone to the world. Now he's just Rob Garroway—a nobody who lives in Cardiff who does . . . something. Hob hasn't actually gotten that far into figuring out what job he'll pick up this go-around. Maybe he'll try his hand at writing something other than historical essays for the university. Or maybe he'll buy a boat and become a fisherman. Lots of choices. All of them too overwhelming to even think about.

He collapses into the still-to-firm couch and tosses his arm over his eyes. The day is still young—its barely past one in the afternoon—and already he's exhausted. He can feel that familiar weight settling into his bones, holding him close to the earth. He doesn't even know any good take-out joints yet because Lord knows he won't have any energy to cook for the next week. Or two. Or more.

A problem for future him. For now, Hob turns into the back of the couch, face hidden from the sun and the foreign place he now calls home, closes his eyes, and sleeps.

#dc #the sandman #🥺🥺