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the way Iñaki looks at Oda, on the verge of tears almost all the interview
the way Oda's voice cracks a little bit at some point
the way Iñaki jumps at the opportunity to hug everyone he meets
the way Oda takes Iñaki's hands in his own in a show of sincerity
the hat
"I'm so grateful that you were born to be just like Luffy"
ARE YOU SERIOUS
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seagull-scribbles · 1 year
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💥Loud and Proud💥
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acewithapaintbrush · 2 months
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This Zolu Oneshot would have never seen the light of day without @fluffyartbl0g hitting me in the stomach with this art and then loosely inspiring this piece.
Happy reading
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i was possessed randomly so you all get this 😈 (i gotta keep my place in the angstflayer somehow lmao)
tw for mentions of death, nothing explicit! just talk of passing on/the afterlife
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It was smoother than he thought it’d be, dying.
Passing on.
The moment of death.
It really was just like falling asleep.
He knew it was time; he was old now (decrepit if you ask his grandkids) but it was something he didn’t even realize he was so ready to welcome. Whatever illness he was saddled with the last couple years already fading out of his memory.
Stepping into his new…life? he’s not sure what to expect.
He floats along for a while. In nothing, being nothing, when suddenly, the nothing in front of him starts to solidify.
Instead of nothing, Dustin Henderson is a young man again. He can see his feet walking across pine needles and leaves. over hard-packed dirt and pebbles.
He knows this path, and starts forward confidently.
Skull Rock comes into view through a break in the branches, looming over him and coated in dappled sunlight.
So, he sits down. Settles in to wait for his friends, hoping they are far behind him, when he’s startled by a noise above him.
First, a leather jacket plops down in front of him, followed closely by worn white reeboks, ripped black jeans, a flash of a white shirt. All still wrapped around someone he lost way to fuckin’ soon.
Dustin’s chest and throat constrict, his eyes burn.
The figure turns, their insane brown curls frizz tossed away from his face when he does.
“Hey butthead.” Eddie Munson smiles at him for the first time in 70 years. “You have my vest.”
Dustin looks down at himself. The worn denim vest in question is, indeed, hung over his shoulders. Fitting just a bit bigger than he last remembered.
He huffs out a chuckle, the tears start to fall down his cheeks. “Thought you might want it, asshole.”
He’s crushed into a hug that lasts an eternity, finally pulling away from Eddie after a good eon or so.
Huffing out another laugh when he does, Dustin wipes the tears off his face and says, “Not that I’m not over the fuckin moon to see you, but is.. is he here?”
Eddie grins at him, “Is who here?”
“Henderson!”
Steve.
Steve’s here.
He’s actually fucking here.
“‘Course he is, little man. Been waitin’ for you, ya know.'' Eddie shakes his shoulders, spinning him around and starts to march him back down the path. “Well,” he feels Eddie shrug behind him, “You AND Robin, of course. She’s just real stubborn about leaving, I think.”
They’ve gone maybe four whole steps, when Steve Harrington breaks through the branches in front of them.
“Dustin!” Steve strides forward, wrapping Dustin up in a hug.
He mumbles everything and nothing into the tears that soak the cap atop his head. A good trade for the already soaked spot at the front of that yellow sweater of his.
“You’re here! I missed you so much! It’s too soon… it’s always too soon, but still! Your kids are all so beautiful, your grandkids too! I’m so so sorry I left before I could meet them, Dusty, I wanted to so badly.”
More and more (mostly repeated “You’re here!”s) until he can’t say anymore and falls silent around him for their own eternity.
“I missed you too, Steve.”
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barrygeuse · 1 year
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the re7 dinner scene is easily one of the funniest parts of the game. jack cutting off lucas’s arm out of literally nowhere and lucas saying, “god damn it, old man, not again!” the way marguerite walks when she storms out of the room. “he’s not eatin’ it jack, he’s not eatin’ it!” the goddamn pigs line. this scene has it all
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sp0o0kylights · 10 months
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Q: Why wasn’t there an Adopt a Jock (lol I wrote this as Adopt a Joke. Sorry Steve.) update this week? (slash sevenish days Idk time is dumb) 
A: It was Steddie Big Bang Time! I am so excited to work with both my artists, and REALLY fricken excited to finally be able to give ya’ll a snippet. 
They mention Hopper’s death here but its pre S4, they don’t know he’s actually alive. 
                                              Eddie
         "Tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die."
                         --What We Do In The Shadows
A scenario for you to ponder: 
You are trapped in the dead police chief's cabin. With you are your three best friends, your life-long gay crush, and several children, one of which is supposedly telekinetic.
Maybe two. 
You're not sure because one of the demonic plant-penis dogs prowling around in packs outside gave you a concussion. 
You have two options available to you. 
Option One) you and your loser friends hunker down with your hands over your ears while Mr. Sexy Chest and the children figure a way out. 
This option has the highest chance of you and your besties surviving, unscathed.
Option Two) You tell Mr. Sexy Chest that you know how to hotwire cars and can likely get the police truck outside running in an ill fated attempt at impressing his very straight (and very firm) ass. 
This option has the biggest chance of you dying, a virgin sacrifice to the monsters in the woods like every horror movie idiot known to man. 
Eddie Munson, elbow deep in wires, cursed himself for being a very stupid man. 
"Can I just say, for the record, that this is really dumb?" He huffed, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.
 The truck had clearly been sitting here since the old man had died. Likely before then, because Eddie had taken one look at the wires underneath the steering wheel and knew immediately the engine was going to need some work before he even bothered trying to wake her.
Steve, who had a hip rested against the truck, turned to look over his shoulder, down at where Eddie was ducked under the raised hood.  "You can but it won't make you feel better."
"Great." Eddie said, planting both hands on either side of the engine. 
Fucking truck.
Fucking--monsters, and the military and Steve Harrington holding a bloody bat with nails in it casually, like guarding Eddie’s back while he stole a cop car was just a casual Tuesday to him. 
It probably was, considering all Eddie had heard. 
"Does it help any if I tell you this is actually one of our better plans, and not just because we usually don't get to spend a lot of time on them?" Steve said it like a peace offering, instead of the absolute insanity it sounded like. 
Eddie sighed. "No Steve, it doesn't." 
"I didn't think it would.” Steve replied and from the corner of his eye, Eddie watched him rub his nose. “It is a little funny though." 
He looked like he was trying to hold back a smile, like he somehow actually found them having spent a solid two hours coming up with a plan to be hilarious, and if it didn’t make his entire being glow brighter than the dumb yellow sweater he was wearing, Eddie would have cursed him out. 
"God I hate how cute you are." Eddie muttered instead, sticking his head back in the engine. If he could just connect this one wire-!
Then his brain caught up with his mouth. 
‘Oh my god I can’t believe I just said that out loud. 
"What?" Steve asked, confused, and oh, thank god. 
“I said I hated how cut up the wires are. Hand me some of that black tape would you?” Eddie said, sticking his hand up, thanking every deity he could think of that his mouth hadn’t managed to out him. 
He’d gotten too far in this backwards, hick town to get murdered now. 
Muttered angrily to himself under his breath as he continued to do his best to get Hopper’s old clunker up and running. 
He wasn’t sure how this guy had the thing going for as long as he did, but as far as Eddie could tell? 
The truck ran on magic and well-wishes, both of which they were fresh out of. 
“Come on, come on…” Eddie coaxed, as he finally managed to successfully splice and tape the two wires he’d been fiddling with together. 
It wasn’t a solid fix, but it should be enough to get them out of here. 
"Dude it's okay. If you're like--freaked out." Steve said abruptly, and where the hell had that come from!? 
Eddie slammed his wrench down on the edge of the truck, standing up from the bent over crouch he’d been in so he could face Harrington. 
"Steve,” He deadpanned, “I think anyone who isn’t freaked out by all this has something wrong with them."
He got a defensive look in return. "I'm just saying! It's normal! You don't have to brave face it or anything, we've all collectively had a lot of breakdowns over this."
He just got a stare in return. 
For a brief second he thinks maybe Steve is bringing up last night. That he’s suddenly returned to his King Shit status, rubbing it in Eddie’s face how he’d had not just one breakdown when the demodogs attacked but another one later, when all the adrenaline had left him with nothing but mounting anxiety and panic. 
Except when Steve turns to look at him his face isn’t mocking at all, and--oh. 
Oh.
Steve, Eddie realized with abrupt clarity, was giving Eddie the speech he wishes someone had given him. 
This wasn't another weird language game or that fake-nice thing people did where they act friendly to get an up front show of Eddie’s weirdness, just to  make fun of him later for it.
This is honestly. Plain and simple. 
Eddie doesn’t know what to do with it. 
“Thanks.” He manages, voice now quiet. “That’s…thanks.” 
Steve looks away again, rubbing the back of his neck and god, where was this Steve Harrington in high school? Yeah Eddie had seen glimpses of him in his senior year but what about all the years prior? 
The guy before him in jeans and a yellow sweater gave off sad single mother vibes so hard Eddie felt an urge to hug him until all the bullshit went away. 
Except the bullshit wasn’t just the seven annoying freshmen, but also crazy monsters and shit. 
“She uh, she should run now.” Eddie said awkwardly, tapping the car as he turned to remove the few tools he and Steve had managed to scrounge up. “I won’t turn her on until we’re ready to go though, because we’re boned if we turn her off.” 
Steve snorted at that, mouthing “boned” at him and Eddie gave a feral grin in response. Stepped into his space, because how could he not, and clapped Steve on a sweater-clad shoulder. 
“Get the kiddos, Stevie. We’ve got an eagle to fly us out of Mordor.” 
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bitchofthewest · 1 year
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Sorry, I’m not into short guys...
(so yeah i began drawing these sketches, got busy, forgot, rememberred, forgot again, and now i finished it at 4am. love yall) 
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adriellej · 27 days
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I'm working on putting together a mobile friendly masterlist and hopefully I will come back to writing! I have a lot of unfinished work, and plenty of new ideas 😍
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dsudis · 8 months
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Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hob Gadling, Original Child Character(s), Orpheus (The Sandman), Unity Kincaid, Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Matthew the Raven, Modern Johanna Constantine (The Sandman TV) Additional Tags: Family Man AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, two aus in one, Kidfic, Domesticity, Stay at Home Parent Dream of the Endless, Child Abuse, As In That's Why This Kid Lives With Hob And Dream Now, Only Very Briefly Onscreen in Chapter 6, Magic, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Fae & Fairies, It's Mostly Soft Really I Swear, Cuddling & Snuggling, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks Summary:
Dream of the Endless, two months after his escape from captivity at Fawney Rig, wakes up in a world where he's retired, human, and married to Hob Gadling, and they are raising a Fae foster child together.
Or: Dream finds out what happens to a version of himself who got everything he ever wanted. (He lives happily ever after.)
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koko2unite · 7 months
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perpetual-canon · 9 months
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Perpetual Canon Chapter 1. Light in The End of The Rabbit Hole
before / Special 2: from then to now / next where it started / navigation / about the story
5 photos of Snake
1) The one that he kept on himself for years now, always hidden in a pocket or a wallet, or a beanie. Taken at spring of 2001 at NY.
2) Taken at September 1st of 2004. The one that got lost in-between old legal documents, and is now stashed with them in the attic in the dusty box that nobody opened for years.
3) Taken on a cheap Sony camera at winter of 2006. The remains of it are still stuck to the wall of the bathroom on the 2nd floor of the rundown orphanage.
4) The one from 2008, snapped by a daring teen at school during lunchtime. The bravery of the guy was duly noted by his click, but the photo of the "special needs" class itself was promptly forgotten about, and is still laying in some old textbook in his parents old house.
5) The one that is pinned on the fridge in the new tiny apartment (real apartment!) that GG now has. It was taken by Lil Arturo (held up by Billy) one summer night of 2013, and survived many years of fights, of bad luck, bad weather, and travel.
And it was a piece of home even before the gang got a real place to live in.
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findingtarshish · 4 months
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one thing that I havent seen people talk about much in the play more games argument is
yknow you start out with dnd and then play a couple other ttrpgs but you can go back and when you do, youll find you you enjoy d&d more because of your experience with other games The dnd hyperfixation has been coming back for me lately and it feells like I'm making much richer and more interesting characters because of my experience with vtm
Basically! Learn other games, then play all of them!
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digital-chance · 8 months
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some fics on ao3 are the best thing you ever have read, with immaculate plotting, characterization, pacing, etc.
and it will be either a) orphaned b) from 2-5+ years ago from an old fandom or c) unfinished {sometimes with an author note saying they'll finish it but we both know they probably wont}
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fruitcage · 1 year
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“Peter’s favourite phrase is ‘I know there’s a way we can make this work.’ And he usually does.”—David Bottrill, The Box, December 1992
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quickreaver · 1 year
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Lil rec for your Monday morning! Mind the juicy bits... (I probably wouldn’t open it at work or in front of the kids, lol) The delightful @blindswandive made this DELICIOUS gift for the J2-SPN Xmas Exchange over on LJ, and I had the honor of giving it a quick once-over before Lulu posted, and trust me when I tell you the values and hues are so elegant, which is a genius contrast to the weirdness of the subject matter. I mean, it’s weird? But it’s also pretty much canon (or could’ve been), and I just adore their postures and it’s so very them. Doc Benton would’ve been so proud... ;) https://archiveofourown.org/works/44908120 (There’s a wee ficlet too, that had me giggling. TREAT YO’SELF!)
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