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infohazardouz · 11 months
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gokurakugai-fan · 5 months
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The similarities…
Chapter 3 Chapter 13
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vintageadsmakemehappy · 3 months
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1954 Serta Mattress advertising
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🦈 Daily Shark Fact: 🦈
Gulper Sharks (also known as the dumb shark, for reasons I couldn't find?) have a different way of seeing than humans. Living in the deep waters of the ocean, gulper shark eyes have been evolving since the Jurassic era. The light passes into the cornea and back out through the cornea, ultimately letting this shark see an image twice. This helps them to see in the low light that is found in the deep. Now that’s some pretty cool night vision.
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pageofheartdj · 1 month
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Honestly I don't know how Hazbin Hotel is less bad about aroace character than The Owl House.
Talking about Lilith even in QPR was risky. That fandom is VERY much 'aroace people are valid when they are on one side of spectrum only, hate dating and sex'.
Knowing how bitchy twttr HH fandom is it's very nice to see many many people who actually explore and play with Alastor's sexuality. There are still people like that. But much less.
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snoozepotato · 1 year
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We’ll Be Fine -13- (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original source material or any of its characters.
she/her pronouns
Category: slice of life, slow burn, mutual pining
Warnings: awkward, embarrassment, love confession, kissing, teasing, FLUFF
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Summary: After finding out Ghost is leaving for a while you accidentally confess your feelings, let's say he's more than a little pleased. ( ˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵)
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Part 13
~STORM~
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When he showed up today offering to walk you back to your room, the gesture seemed a bit unusual. It’s just that you’d been seeing a lot of him today, not that you were complaining. You’d finished up a bit early so the halls hadn’t quite cleared out yet, but walking beside his grim figure you felt at ease.
Ghost’s never been the most talkative guy, but something seemed off today. Besides an initial greeting, he had said little of anything, and you’d been mulling over the potential causes the entire day. In moments like these, you wished your social skills were a touch sharper. Instead, you’re just quietly sauntering off toward your room, the air thick between you. Words tumbling around your brain but lacking the audacity to just spit them out.
You’d been studying him out of the corner of your vision, how his pace slowed well before your door came into view. This rather standoffish demeanor, despite clearly wanting to be near you, you just wished he would tell you what was wrong. Your thoughts are halted as he turns towards you, dark eyes catching yours.
There’s a storm raging within them.
“I’ll be gone for a few weeks.” There’s a long pause. “Leaving asap,” the last bit spoken quieter.
“It's alright, I would have probably figured it out after a few days of not seeing you.” Having spent more time pondering the situation than choosing your phrasing, the statement comes out rigid. As though you’d plucked the wrong cue card from your clutter-filled head. Though true, you hadn’t meant for it to sound so disinterested.
He doesn’t normally tell you this kind of stuff…
“Thought you’d wanna know,” he says in an earnest tone that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
This unanticipated hurt erupts in his eyes, and you're left clawing through your mind for something to atone for the unforeseen damage of your words. That 1000-yard stare of his drifts off down the hallway, far away. Panic-stricken, you blurt out the first thing strewn from your thrashing heart.
“Sorry, I’m just not used to the people I love telling me when they’re leaving.” It slips out before you even realize what you’ve done.
Dread setting in and your gaze becomes wide and fixated on the ground in front of you. Lips still parted, internally mortified by your untimely confession. Feeling as though all the heat had drained from your body in one fell swoop. Cold with shrinking fear, before color slowly starts blossoming in your face, radiating outward to envelop your chest in a gripping fervor. Heart puttering away as embarrassment seeps through you.
After recovering from the initial blow of your own confession, you fumble to unlock and open the door. He’d relayed his message, maybe if you retreated quietly he’d forget this and you could scrape by with a shred of dignity. Your thoughts race as you reach out to flick on the light in your night-shaded room. Anything to break the unbearable tension of your own doing, but he’s now standing right in front of you.
“Don’t shut me out this time,” he asserts, breaching the entryway to take a slow step forward, backing you into the room. Locked in his gaze, you’re starkly unaware as he reaches past you to flick the light back off.
The storm had cleared in his eyes.
As you’re plunged into darkness, stunned and disoriented, his solid form collides with yours. Mask bunched up over his nose to capture you in a brief but heated kiss. You’re lost in him, mouth hot against yours, his hand buried in your hair. Just barely out of the hallway but concealed behind the wall of his back. There’s that fleeting itch again, to draw him further into the room.
But it’s gone in an instant, as he pulls away.
“So embarrassed when you let your heart do the talking,” he tuts, heated breath against your cheek. Parting from your disheveled form, as you stand there flustered and breathless.
Caressing the top of your head as he withdrawals, you catch a fleeting glimpse of his lingering smile before he’s shrouded once again.
“See you in a few weeks, love,” his closing words before he disappears into the hallway as if nothing happened.
“Be safe,” you hastily call after him.
After THAT, this felt like some kind of cruel payback… Left standing alone in the quiet of your room, releasing a heavy breath as the overwhelming pressure slips from you.
“RUDE,” you grumble, turning the light back on and shutting the door. Sitting down at your desk and slumping forward onto the surface, face buried in your crossed arms.
You’d never felt so touch-starved in your life.
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Thanks so much for reading, kiss kiss fall in love, am I right?!
(˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡
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thick-skull89 · 1 year
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New Hozier vid!!!
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angelwanxiety · 7 months
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Just took these of my barn when I went to go look at the moon
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somestinkydude · 4 months
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Messing around with this soulless thing called AI art generator. Whaddayathink?
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polyporethewicked · 1 month
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Suffering Leaves Suffering Leaves
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electronicsquid · 22 days
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Cybill Shepherd with wax likeness
(Dave Allocca. 1997)
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f1zzyboyy · 4 months
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No glitch effect
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I drew alastor at school :3 I hope you guys like it as much as I do
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skeelly · 4 months
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STOP THE GUY THAT USED TO LIKE ME JUST SENT ME A VOICE MESSAGE OF HIM RANTING ABOUT HOW THE SUN IS GONE WHEN WE NEED IT THE MOST (DURING THE NIGHT) AND HES ASKING ME TO EXPLAIN ON WHY THATS THE CASE
im gonna cry. he used to do this every night when he still liked me 💀💀
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cerealkiller740 · 2 years
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1955 Sealtest Triple Treat Ice Cream (Raspberry, Vanilla, Orange-pineapple)
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art-in-a-bottle · 11 months
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The God And The Ailuranthrope
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Lizzie being smol and Joel being probably not 11ft
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snoozepotato · 1 year
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It's almost like he's stalking you...
Dumb art from part 12
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