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aestuavis · 11 months
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▸▸ [ @confluxium || moriarty ( archer ) & kurenai ]
|| 紅 || :: from time to time, the master got a glimpse of their servant's past through their dreams.
                it wasn't something new, especially not when the sight she witnessed in her DREAMS was what she had lived through with him when he was alive. the NAPOLEON OF CRIME and the days he spent going head to head with the great detective as she walked by his side. she saw it, the glimpse of the past long gone, the years that faded through paper and history, now replaced by a FIGHT bound by the crimson marks upon the back of her palm.
                the HACKER raised her hand up, watching the command seals plastered over her skin as she could feel his presence despite him not appearing before her eyes. she knew he was in the room, and she addressed him even prior to his OUTLINE had been made to the eyes.
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                " it wasn't a nightmare. " she wasn't sure if he was going to ask about that, but while it wasn't a NIGHTMARE in and out of itself, it still stirred her from slumber. her hand lowered, but her eyes kept staring up the ceiling. suddenly, she felt the need to see the stars outside. " it was a glimpse of the past. " words were kept VAGUE whether it was his or hers. it didn't matter, did it ? their pasts were one of the same. her fingers unconsciously toyed with the ring on her fourth finger, rubbing it absentmindedly. THE PAST that was long, long gone. at least from his mind.
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pirateprincessjess · 2 months
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When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.
I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.
One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.
The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?
The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”
I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.
It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.
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tariah23 · 4 months
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Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess
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sylvies-kablooie · 4 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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kaban-bang · 25 days
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flawlessflesh · 1 month
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what if thistle had confronted senshi before the story started?
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 6 months
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god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers
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bellwethers · 2 months
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Tough.
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edwardbonnets · 10 months
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how to ask the demon you've been smitten over for 6000 years to dance: an angel's guide
bonus:
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borgevino · 5 months
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the allergy i am seeing grow up around small talk in any form is troubling to me. do you know how to make friends with people in your physical environment? it typically starts with small talk. do you want to live in community? small talk. do you want to have the type of relationship with your neighbors where you can run over and borrow a battery for your smoke detector when it starts beeping at 10pm? small talk!! do you want leeway from your coworkers when you fuck up something small? you gotta be able to build a relationship and that's small talk, baybeee.
"but i don't need friends and i don't care about community!" okay, lone ranger, what about the people in your community who need you? "but i have social anxiety!" me too, bud! we simply must soldier on. making up lists of questions to ask people helps. and people are predisposed to be generous, i've found. even if you make some kind of mistake, what is this but the natural give and take of human interaction? nobody is perfect.
you were not put on this earth to live by yourself and then die. you need people and people need you. treat those around you with curiosity and generousness of spirit and you will gain so much goodwill in return.
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artkaninchenbau · 5 months
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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)
It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.
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waitineedaname · 1 year
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I simply don't think that's true eBooks.com but thank you anyway
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qiinamii · 8 months
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we'll do fine.
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o0kawaii0o · 2 months
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ROMANCE DAWN TRIO
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Pomni and Gummigoo reunite in TADC!
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batrachised · 8 months
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on one hand I get why people talk about the vanity of the instagram age, but on the other one time St. Ignatius of Loyola got his leg shattered in battle and discovered upon recovery that he could no longer wear his favorite tight leather boots due to the way his leg had set and so decided to rebreak his leg without anesthesia because he was that determined to wear his fashionable boots again...what i'm trying to say is that this man might have existed before instagram, but at heart he was an influencer
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