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#an ode to
sapphia · 1 year
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the unbreakable team bonds. all the compliments: skizz to everyone, scar to skizz, the round table between pearl, bigb and scott. scott complimenting bigb on his gameplay and for killing him right before he takes him out of the series!! martyn refusing to kill skizz, grian pledging for skizz. everyone giving up time for their allies. everyone giving up time for jimmy. scott giving up time for everyone and getting back so little and so much at the same time. og clocker family just full of love and loyalty for each other even as scar and bdubz are fighting each other over etho. martyn killed scott at the end of the series in the ultimate betrayal and scott was glad. will we ever have this again? will we ever have this again??
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grim-has-issues · 3 months
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when you urge for blood, what do you expect?
do you think that it will wash over you with a refreshing coolness akin to a baptism? cleansing your rage and thirst for violence.
when you yearn to see the viscera of those who have wronged you, when your apathy rises to the top of your throat like bile, do you think the rip and tear of flesh will satisfy that craving?
let me tell you what blood really is. rather what it is not.
it is not refreshing. it is not cooling. it is not sweet as ambrosia.
it is warm and viscous. it sticks to your hands like the juice to a pomegranate. it stains your clothes with an impossible blemish. yet there still holds the possibility to cleanse the fabric. unfortunately, there lies no cure for your soul.
it is not sweet. it is a salt with an iron tang that stains your tongue. the flavor is of minerals and it retreats just as quickly as it settled.
it is fleeting. it does not settle the ache in your bones for retribution. it drys quicker than water and stays longer than stone.
blood is what connects us. but blood is not what you seek when the urge to maim, stab, and strangle arise.
it is justice
and only you can make it for yourself
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knightofleo · 6 months
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Cassandra Jenkins | Ambiguous Norway
My suit came in the mail today We settled on navy blue, turns out it fits OK Over a t-shirt and dress shoes I'm on a 787, the rain's coming down outside Can't seem to grasp what happened, I close my eyes Landing in Oslo, there's still something in the air No matter where I go, you're gone, you're everywhere Farewell, Purplе Mountains I see a range of cumulus, the majesty's transmutation Distant, ambiguous, thе skies replace the land with air No matter where I go, you're gone, you're everywhere The poetry, it's not lost on me I'm left asking how it found me The poetry, it's not lost on me I walk around alone, laughing in the street
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testinggreatlakes · 5 days
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Only special people deserve the Don Alfredo treatment, often the “bad boys”, but today a person I admire, so give me a chance, here is an ode to Uri Geller !
Born on December 20, 1946 in Tel Aviv, Uri Geller (Hebrew אורי גלר, originally György Gellér) is known as a magician and mental actor, he could bend clocks, spoons and lemmings with the power of his mind, later even people and calculators. Now the PC monitor manufacturer DELL has signed him up, which has solved the mystery of “curved screens”.
Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
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mini-minish · 2 months
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have you heard of that new hot spot in ba sing se 🍵
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ash-and-starlight · 6 months
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humble contribution
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gothgleek · 5 months
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Michelle Dee, Miss Phillipines 2023, wore a dress as a tribute to the last and oldest living Kalinga (Indigenous Filipinos) tattoo artist, Apo Whang Od and her work
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gingiekittycat · 4 months
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I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.
Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?
Where is my motivation to keep going?
It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.
It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.
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recklessmoss · 4 months
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New year new motivational ram art to repeat to myself every day
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pencilscratchins · 2 months
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atla renaissance pt 3 calls to me like a siren
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crueldesire · 6 months
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Famous Last Words (An Ode to Eaters), Ethel Cain / Oil paintings by Jen Mazza
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horreurscopes · 1 year
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ELEKTRA: I am the shape you made me. Filth teaches filth.
(prints)(process video & high res)
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ode2rin · 1 year
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clingy!rin is my favorite rin <3
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it’s 4:30 am, and rin is now wide awake.
rin woke up 30 minutes before his alarm went off. his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. he blinked a few times, his brain slowly registering that something was off.
that's when he saw your figure turning away from him, your back facing him. you weren't cuddled in his arms like how he remembered falling asleep.
he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed, a typical expression he held in his everyday life, but never towards you. never because of you. except now.
this was the first time it happened. or was it? did you always slip away from his hold when he was fast asleep? did you not like having him close like how he wanted you snuggled in him? or maybe he did something wrong last night? was it something he said? he couldn't recall.
all he knew right now was that he didn't like it. you don’t get to do this to him, rin thought. cuddles were a must for him to function properly! he will never tell you that but he knows you know that!
he laid there for a moment, staring at your back. as much as he hated what was happening right now, he didn't want to wake you up. because as much as you love and adore rin, the earliest of waking up as a part of the pro-athlete life was something you would never try. who in their right mind would wake up at the crack of dawn just to be tired all over again? definitely not you.
rin continued staring at you until his alarm went off. the loud blaring of his alarm stirred you from your sleep. slowly, you turned to rin, and your sleepy eyes blinked up to meet his narrowed ones.
uh oh. someone didn’t have a great sleep, you thought.
“your alarm, rinnie. time to start the day.” you said.
that’s all you could say? no explanation? fine. 
rin let out what seemed like a huff, causing you to open your eyes. lo and behold, rin was pouting.
rin itoshi was pouting. at 5 am.
curious as to what was making your lover sulk so early in the morning, you reached out to cup his jaw. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly.
“you.”
it was now your turn to frown. “me? what do you mean?”
“you were turned away from me.” rin said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
you must be on a mission to completely infuriate him as you utter a “huh?” in response.
“i woke up and you were turned away from me.” rin replied, a little bolder and louder this time.
“oh.”
rin scoffed at your realization, completely opposite to the smile forming on your lips. 
you opened your arms, beckoning him closer. “come here, rinnie,” you said, your voice tender and soothing.
rin might be feeling a little grumpy, but who was he to decline such a sweet offer?
slowly, rin laid himself in your arms, his face buried in your neck as he took his time to get lost in your scent.
you stroked rin's hair, “i'm sorry,” you said, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead, kissing the grumpiness away, “i must have moved in my sleep.”
rin let out a sigh at your answer, accepting that it was out of your control.
he wrapped his arms around you tighter, pulling you close to him. “just don't do it again,” he said, his voice hot against your neck. “i need you close to me.”
you smiled at his words. even if your boyfriend might be frequently grumpy and unconventionally clingy, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.
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exitwound · 1 year
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Throwing Children by Ross Gay
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pedro-pascal · 7 months
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ODED FEHR as Ardeth Bay The Mummy (1999)
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pokeberry5 · 2 months
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timmy's adventures with batbear and robunny!
alt/closeup + style tests:
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the original concepts that i ended up completely abandoning lmao:
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