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the-ordinary-doctor · 6 months
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|Yall ever just... Eat fucking... cheese? for no reason whatsoever?|
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sieglinde-freud · 5 months
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hey uh if you heard barking no you didnt. i’d actually advise you keep that to yourself. okay? okay.
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codecicle · 4 months
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Have voted for flippa (ofc), can I mayhaps have a chibo doodle
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he can't believe they're BOTH undead and transgender. pretty n1fty c01nc1d3nc3!! ^_%
‼️ vote for either flippa or grizzly in the transmcytshowdown and send proof to get a little doodle of your request ‼️
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Eri, meeting the league: *staring at mustard*
Magne: sweetie, it’s rude to stare..
Eri: how does he talk?
Mustard: what?
Eri: how do you talk? You have no mouth..
Mustard: ??????? …Oh! It’s a Mask-
Eri: ooh..
Shigaraki: see I genuinely don’t know who’s stupider.
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once you understand that head (1968) is a timeloop but a timeloop that doesn't exactly follow the rules of your average timeloop because it has the unique situation of the very people casted in the movie to act out a timeloop being stuck in their own timeloop of sorts where they wake up every morning for the world to see them as these manufactured plastic idols and despite their best efforts they can't break out of that image and therefore the movie's absurdism isn't even really absurd if you think about it because the timeloop in the movie starts with the death of the monkees and it ends the exact same way and after the movie was released commenced the true death of the monkees as a 60s-pop-phenomenon and in a sense they broke their own timeloop by putting themselves in a fictional timeloop situation and killing themselves off in front of their very fans that stuck them in the timeloop in the first place and once you understand that you understand that head (1968) is a timeloop but a timeloop that doesn't exactly follow the rules of your average timeloop because the two timeloops are one and the same
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its-arson-time · 2 months
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i am 16 today !!!
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regular-human-being · 4 months
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My friend described a relationship between two characters (that he's writing about for his academic essay) as "comedically homoerotic", which just reminded me so much of Wilbur using "Psycho-competitive" to describe ctntduo's relationship
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whocaresifwearecrazy · 8 months
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I Thought This Was a Vacation
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These nine
Audience: A five headed doll. Not much to say about them but drawing separate expressions for each head was fun!
Nerd: He's always fun to draw, especially without his glasses!
Red Herring: Okay, I know fish DON'T sleep, but hey; do PLUSH fish sleep?
Alpha: I can't draw him, to save my life :<
Screamer: Her tuft of hair is fun to draw
Sheriff: Yes, I made the Law-Enforcement-Loves-Doughnuts joke...twice
Believer: I love this Dorito-shaped doll
Jester: Fun reminder that Jester's hat thingies have bones!
Lovers: They're just...in love
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beemotionpicture · 8 months
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But why don't more people share my VISION for these characters?
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thewither129 · 1 year
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heaby says merry chimsmas
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@angelhunnybunny
Im too tiredto even do a proper caption
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animeshades1 · 10 months
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I listened to nothing but mcr danger days while drawing this btw
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the-halfling-prince · 6 months
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Characters I think are autistic
All of them
Me
You, probably
Who else is there?
Ur mom
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fidius · 1 year
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500 Million, But Not a Single One More
(this is the full text from here, because I think everyone should read it)
We will never know their names.
The first victim could not have been recorded, for there was no written language to record it. They were someone’s daughter, or son, and someone’s friend, and they were loved by those around them. And they were in pain, covered in rashes, confused, scared, not knowing why this was happening to them or what they could do about it – victim of a mad, inhuman god. There was nothing to be done – humanity was not strong enough, not aware enough, not knowledgeable enough, to fight back against a monster that could not be seen.
It was in Ancient Egypt, where it attacked slave and pharaoh alike. In Rome, it effortlessly decimated armies. It killed in Syria. It killed in Moscow.  In India, five million dead. It killed a thousand Europeans every day in the 18th century. It killed more than fifty million Native Americans. From the Peloponnesian War to the Civil War, it slew more soldiers and civilians than any weapon, any soldier, any army (Not that this stopped the most foolish and empty souls from attempting to harness the demon as a weapon against their enemies).
Cultures grew and faltered, and it remained. Empires rose and fell, and it thrived. Ideologies waxed and waned, but it did not care. Kill. Maim. Spread. An ancient, mad god, hidden from view, that could not be fought, could not be confronted, could not even be comprehended. Not the only one of its kind, but the most devastating.
For a long time, there was no hope – only the bitter, hollow endurance of survivors.
In China, in the 10th century, humanity began to fight back.
It was observed that survivors of the mad god’s curse would never be touched again: they had taken a portion of that power into themselves, and were so protected from it. Not only that, but this power could be shared by consuming a remnant of the wounds. There was a price, for you could not take the god’s power without first defeating it – but a smaller battle, on humanity’s terms. By the 16th century, the technique spread, to India, across Asia, the Ottoman Empire and, in the 18th century, Europe. In 1796, a more powerful technique was discovered by Edward Jenner.
An idea began to take hold: Perhaps the ancient god could be killed.
A whisper became a voice; a voice became a call; a call became a battle cry, sweeping across villages, cities, nations. Humanity began to cooperate, spreading the protective power across the globe, dispatching masters of the craft to protect whole populations. People who had once been sworn enemies joined in common cause for this one battle. Governments mandated that all citizens protect themselves, for giving the ancient enemy a single life would put millions in danger.
And, inch by inch, humanity drove its enemy back. Fewer friends wept; Fewer neighbors were crippled; Fewer parents had to bury their children.
At the dawn of the 20th century, for the first time, humanity banished the enemy from entire regions of the world. Humanity faltered many times in its efforts, but there individuals who never gave up, who fought for the dream of a world where no child or loved one would ever fear the demon ever again. Viktor Zhdanov, who called for humanity to unite in a final push against the demon; The great tactician Karel Raška, who conceived of a strategy to annihilate the enemy; Donald Henderson, who led the efforts of those final days.
The enemy grew weaker. Millions became thousands, thousands became dozens. And then, when the enemy did strike, scores of humans came forth to defy it, protecting all those whom it might endanger.
The enemy’s last attack in the wild was on Ali Maow Maalin, in 1977. For months afterwards, dedicated humans swept the surrounding area, seeking out any last, desperate hiding place where the enemy might yet remain.
They found none.
35 years ago, on December 9th, 1979, humanity declared victory.
This one evil, the horror from beyond memory, the monster that took 500 million people from this world – was destroyed.
You are a member of the species that did that. Never forget what we are capable of, when we band together and declare battle on what is broken in the world.
Happy Smallpox Eradication Day.
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chimielie · 2 years
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crying @ my own party bc nobody is obsessed with me and i’m obsessed with everybody and even my friends can’t match my intensity and don’t understand it even though they love m. the way i function seems unhealthy to them and i’ve only ever had one close friend with the same attachment style so it’s all just unfathomably lonely. fuck dude
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fromcainwithlove · 2 years
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thanks @charlesxcx for the tag! i feel like everyone has done this so if you haven’t just do bc i love seeing other people’s handwriting. i am very tired so you get my real handwriting which is absolute shit.
1. What is your URL? / 2. Who are your favorite drivers? What are their numbers? / 3. Write out a fandom hot take you have. / 4. Make a prediction for next season. / 5. If your native language isn’t English, write a fun fact about yourself in it. / 6. Write something nice about another person in F1mblr. / 7. Tag at least four people!
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