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cruising-1980 · 1 year
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howl for playlist!!
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h: here come the bastards - primus
o: only a lad - oingo boingo
w: wild west hero - electric light orchestra
l: life’s what you make it - talk talk
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death meme - #2 and #16 for Crowley
#2 What do you think is the worst possible way to die?
"The worst way to die?" He thinks about it, contemplating the many scars littering his forearm as he turns it over to examine just a part of his body that's been mutilated by battle, "... I was going to say something pretentious and heroic like 'in disgrace, forfeiting your morals' or some high brow bullshit. But the worst way to die would be by the hand of someone who once held you gently. Especially if it's blindsided you. It'd kill the body and the soul at once, I think."
It's happened before. It was an accident, sure... But sometimes it resurfaces in the back of his mind, trying to drag his psyche into the depths of spiraling despair he knows he's capable of wallowing in. So he pushes it back down whenever it tries.
#16 Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?
"Oh I'd never kill someone to protect myself," He says matter-of-factly, almost as if it were silly to even humor the notion, "And I... I really believe in giving everyone a chance to live and do better... I haven't actually been in a position where I had to do that but..."
Crowley looks uncomfortable, twisting his wedding rings as a darkness casts over his usually bright eyes. His voice drops the false pitch, "... I know I'm capable of doing so. It takes a lot of restraint to nonlethally wound all of my opponents. Killing someone would be easy. And there's a... There's been at least one time where if I got my hands on that fucking bitch, I would've ripped her head off of her goddamn shoulders and pulled out each of her vertebrae one by fucking one."
He blinks, quickly shifting his demeanor back into his usual ray of sunshine attitude, "Hah... Fuck, that was a bit much. My b! Short answer is yes but it'd take a whole damn lot to get there. So don't think of threatening my loved ones or else, you know... I'll be slay in a not so flamboyant way-" 💦
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ecoamerica · 2 months
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pup-pee · 3 months
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I NEVER POSTED THUS KN TUMBLRF HHH AAHH
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rarestdoge · 8 months
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😔😔😔
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OG meme and no text ver below 🔽
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streaminn · 9 months
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Enid’s been having a pretty shitty day. She overslept, which lead to her getting chewed out in her first class…again. She bombed a pop quiz in a different class, which in her defense was unfair considering it was about next week’s chapter. Her gothic solace personified was unfortunately absent, something to do with her brother, so Enid was without her primary source of comfort as she trudged her way through their broken education system.
To top it all off, Enid now finds herself in a sewer system she doesn’t wish to be in, wearing broken web shooters that she just fixed, and fighting her dad in a battle she wants to be over. Enid is tired.
“Dad,” Enid says with such resigned energy, one would think she’s about to give up, “please, I need you to stop.”
She dodges yet another attack from her dad’s scaly tail, but gets clipped by his claws, leading to the spider knocking her head against the sewer wall. She rubs her head, only to look at her hand to find new blood. Through her damaged mask, her left eye is exposed, and compared to the more animated remaining “eye” of her mask, her real eye is a melancholy blue, tired, and in need of sleep.
“You told me you had this figured out. You promised me it wouldn’t happen again. How many more times are we going to have to do this?” The Lizard simply growls in response, the outburst echoing into oblivion. “Please Dad, I’m-“
Enid finds herself in her dad’s clutches, claws slowly digging into her sides. The spider pries open his fingers, but just as she jumps out of his reach, he whips his tail around and slams her against the wall with a booming thud.
Enid’s head rings as she struggles to get her bearing. She looks up to see the giant reptile barreling towards her. “Alright Dad, I’ve had ENOUGH!” At the last second, the spider dodges the attack, landing one right hook to the Lizard’s head, without holding back her strength like usual. The punch instantly knocks the reptile to the ground; he’s down for the count.
As her father slowly but surely begins to shed his scales and morph back to his normal self, Enid stands over him, with tears fighting to fall from her eyes. “We’re going home.” Once he’s small enough, Enid throws her dad over her shoulder and begins her trek out of the sewers.
As she shuffles on, the spider takes out her phone, chooses a contact, before putting it to her ear. After a few rings, the person on the other end picks up.
“Yes?”
“Wednesday? Are you busy?” The spider tries once again to keep the tears at bay, at least for a little longer. “I’ve had a bad day.”
Enid tries to breath, heavy and controlled even with the ache pressing against her side. "and like I totally get if your busy but-"
"I can talk," Wednesday cuts in and Enid allows herself a break because if she goes out there, she knows that she'll keep running and running and she doesn't know how much more she can handle. So she lays her dad down with shaky hands and slides next to him.
Enid watches him, eyes the way his chest still moves and it hurts to see him this way, covered in dried scabs and blood but he's alive.
That's what matters in the end, right?
"thank you," she whispers and presses her face deeper into the phone because she really wants a hug right now. "can you talk about something? Just about your day?"
When no reply comes, Enid accepts it. Wednesday was never the type to ramble on her day especially to a phone.
But then her voice trails through, soft and Wednesday. It's all Enid needed to allow herself to rest.
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hexavexen · 2 months
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Sigma's (@software-bugs-b-gon) mun and I talked about characters listening to their own playlists so here's a couple from Hex's!
Bad Apple (pictured)
Monster
Resurrection
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ecoamerica · 1 month
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couthbbg · 5 months
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happy JT day :) x . x
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starscelly · 1 year
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multi-goal scorer, ty dellandrea
dal@vgk 5.27.23 | round 3 (wcf)
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trishabeakens · 2 years
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“Lover, everything I do I do it for the love of you If you don't even want my love I'll give it to someone who does “
Working on my Hadestown AU lately, so drew Hades!Bud Flud (my older design for him bc I think it’s neat).
Also Patrick Page (Hades in Hadestown) is my voice claim for my Bud so I can’t listen to the soundtrack without drawing Bud lol.
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whiskeyswifty · 8 days
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Admin News: I’m stealing from @sapphicscience the tag “ts critical” for posts or asks that engage thoughtfully and analytically but critically with her music. if that’s not your favorite flavor of engaging with her, but you enjoy my gay horny content for her, just block that tag! It’ll be smooth horny sailing for you after that.
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livzees · 14 days
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Want to do a smg4 shipping charts?
I don't really do ships for this fandom and only do it in a joke way, so here's a small portion of the one's I kinda ship but not seriously lmao
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jennamacaroni · 2 years
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“Oh my god you never told me you could cook cut hair”
A lil somethin' from aloto, perhaps?
Carson Shaw has never met anyone like Greta Gill.
She’s never known an unmarried woman who’s been to New York and Paris and Houston and everywhere in between.  Someone who is so confident and sure of herself and her place in the world.  Like everything was just there to be charmed and then taken.
She’s never met a woman so free.
Greta doesn’t have to make a shitty pie for the next church wives meet-up.  She doesn’t have to have dinner on the table by seven each night, or brainstorm excuses while doing housework to continue putting off having children.  She doesn’t need her husband’s permission to make a withdrawal of her own savings from the bank.  Hell, she and Jo landed in Chicago for tryouts with no money and no plan other than to play baseball.  They didn’t have anyone back home to tell them no.  They didn’t have strings.
To Carson, Greta and Jo seemed larger than life.  Certainly larger than what Carson even imagined life could be for a woman their age.
Shit, she’s never even left the midwest.  This is the first time she’s even been in a city bigger than Boise.
Aside from baseball, she and Greta Gill are worlds apart.
But there’s something addictive about how it feels when a person like that gives you attention.  And when Greta offers to cut Carson’s hair, well, the yes comes out before Carson can overthink it.
She learns quickly the impossibility of saying no to Greta Gill.  Not even when she hacks off three inches of a thick lock of hair, right in the front.
Really, it should bother her that Greta opens the leather-bound notebook without her permission.  That she latches onto the sloppy cursive Carson had written and poked at the bruise that is her marriage.
Dear Charlie,
There’s something wrong with me and you deserve better.
It’s not that she thought Charlie would say no to her trying out, exactly.  They’d played together back when they were kids, before Carson hit puberty and she could still pass as a boy and play on the local team, long hair always tucked carefully up into her cap.  Before he was sent overseas Charlie would still have a catch with her on those endless muggy summer nights when the sun didn’t set until late.  It would be just the two of them out in the backyard, the only sound louder than the crickets hidden among the grass was the smack of the ball hitting leather.
She was lucky, really.  He was a kind and caring man who loved her.
But Carson had gotten used to the freedom that came with her husband away.  It left room for her to breathe, a pause in what was a constant undercurrent of anxiety stemming from Charlie wanting to start their family.
Carson thought they already were a family.
But that’s what people like them do.  They fall in love, get married, and have children.  Raise them in the house with the picket fence and the warm slices of apple pie.
That was supposed to be Carson’s dream.  But the truth is, it never was.  And she never could tell Charlie that truth.
So when the letter came and he was finally coming home, Carson saw her future going two ways:  live out an impossible dream of being a professional baseball player, free from her responsibilities and playing the game she’s loved her whole life, or stay and welcome home her husband from war, and always wonder what could have been if she’d gone.
So here she was, in a woman’s boarding house in a strange city, with Greta Gill’s long fingers raking through her hair and cutting it away.  She wishes Greta would take those scissors and cut Carson free from her own life, but for now, she’ll settle for the shivers running down her spine at Greta’s touch, and the feel of a weight being lifted as the dead ends feather down to the floor.
Maybe Greta was right, and she was running towards her destiny.  And it started that very morning, chasing after that train.
The door is thrown open just as Greta is holding up the handheld mirror and Carson is catching the first glimpse of herself.  Maybelle has Jo by the forearm and is dragging her to the nearest bed as Jo upends the flask, chasing every last drop of whiskey.
“This one is three sheets to the wind,” Maybelle explains, shoving Jo enough that she falls to a seat on the mattress.  “What have you ladies–”
Carson runs a hand through her much shorter hair, grasping where the strands suddenly end and feeling for what’s now littering the floor at their feet.
“How does she look?” Greta asks, nodding to Carson and holding up the scissors, snipping them open and shut.
“Oh my god,” Maybelle shrieks, running across the room to pet Carson’s head.  “You never told me you could cut hair!”
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bloompompom · 5 months
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hello I'm back again (sorry lol). I hope you're staying cozy and warm! also, I want to ask: do you and eren have any traditions you like to do during this time of year? ice skating? classic movies you like to watch? etc.?
don't say sorry!!! i am glad you are here, we can stay cozy and warm together <3 this is funny bc it is supposed to make a lil cameo in why we ended things but my favorite christmas movie is the santa clause so i feel like it would HAVE to include that, whether he liked it or not
and ykw now that you mention it, ice-skating for sure. probably only once though and i'd have to drag him to it. i'm decent actually!! but he'd fall straight away, which is also why it's a one time thing lmfao
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amethyst-halo · 1 year
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can you draw peach, thyme or shire?
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i drew all 3! they are friends
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christianstepmoms · 1 month
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happy birthday Siel❤️
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lynnesgalaxy · 1 month
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To that generous anon!!
ThANK YOU!!! WOAOAOUG
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