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i love how a lot of queer ppl have the same experience of toning down ur identities/labels for cishet people so tag this what you actually label yourself v.s what you tell cishet people

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It always makes me laugh when Revenant asks about the relationship drama cause I didn’t know an edgy killer robot cared for gossip. Mf’s just there like

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I found the perfect opportunity for an Inauguration Day meme.

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stop calling crypto tsundere . its bangalore . Always Has Been 🔫

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butterflies

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Thinking about how out of all the Legends, Bangalore uses such a soft voice for Loba, calls her girl, says this team needs you:

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Godshot is the story of a boy…

…a boy named Achilles.

Bored with his life of wealth and privilege and sick of his mom’s overprotectiveness, golden boy Achilles throws away his destiny to travel to a small town in Indiana, where he joins the local high school’s hilariously bad basketball team as a point guard. Within minutes of the first game, Achilles solidifies himself as the MVP – fast and deadly accurate, he scores shot after shot, earning adoration from the entire school as well as the respect and admiration of his teammates – particularly Patroclus, a kind second-string player who treats him like a normal person.

As the Greeks fight their way to the state championship for the first time in school history, Achilles learns the importance of trust and teamwork and finds the joy in letting his friends shine instead of always being in the spotlight. However, it’s clear to all that when it comes to the championship game, the burden will fall on him to win, and he cannot let his teammates down.

On the night of the big game, the Greeks maintain a narrow lead over the Trojans. Achilles refuses to benched, afraid his absence will cost them the win. However, with just four minutes left in the game, Achilles twists his ankle on the court and is forced out of play.

Sitting on the sidelines, Achilles is forced to watch as his teammates get slaughtered by the Trojans, their lead diminishing by the second. In the final moments of the game, the Trojans score the winning shot.

On the bus ride home, Achilles sits alone in the back of the bus, knowing the loss is entirely his fault. As he mulls over his defeat, Patroclus slides onto the seat next to him and gives him a nudge.

“Hey man, I know what you’re thinking, and I want you to stop,” he says, giving Achilles a stern look.

“What’s that?” Achilles mutters, turning to look out the window so Patroclus cannot see the tears welling in his eyes.

“You’re thinking we lost, and it’s your fault. That’s so like you – always trying to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders. But look – we lost the state championship tonight.”

“Yea, thanks. Rub it in,” Achilles says, wondering why his friend is poking a wound so fresh.

“No, you don’t get it. We lost the state championship tonight. Don’t you get what that means?”

Achilles finally turns to face him.

“Look, I grew up in this town. Seventeen years, and in all my life this team has never even come close to making it this far in the championship. You come in, and suddenly we’re killing it. We have confidence, we have heart. We could never have done this without you.”

Achilles feels his throat tighten. Winning has always been the end goal for him in whatever he does. He has to be the fastest, the strongest. It’s never been enough just to try – he has to be the best. And yet here is someone he trusts – someone whose certainty in him has never faltered – telling him that everything he is, everything he has ever been and everything he has done up until now, is enough. Until tonight, he has never known what that is like.

“Your ankle, it’s gonna get better. And I guarantee you we’ll be back here next year, on this bus, cheering ourselves hoarse when we come away with the title. I’d bet my whole life on it, Achilles.”

He holds out his hand, and Achilles hesitates for only a moment before he grasps it.

“I’ll do you one better,” he says quietly. “I’ll bet both our lives on it.”

Source: Godshot by Chelsea Bieker

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This idea of Yellow vampire came from my Twitter page. I thought about another witch but I like this one more. Maybe will make some sketches with her and BD later.

https://mobile.twitter.com/TMitrich

https://www.instagram.com/themitrich/

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Inktober day 10

"Outfit switch"

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Inktober day 9

"Harry Potter AU"

Here in color

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I HEARD THIS POST

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I never see masses of whites trying to move into 3rd world nations and demand to be ‘natives’ or the government of that land hint at the same.

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Artist:  nessa_ninona instagram