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kimmiessimmies · 26 days
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Wistfulness (2/34)
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James gave her an apologetic look when she came back. “Sorry, Lee. Are you okay?”
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Leona sighed, "Yes, I'm fine."
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"But what’s going on, James?" she asked as she sat down, "First, I don’t hear from you in a month. Don’t get me wrong; it’s fine; we’re a casual thing, but then when you do call me, all I get is this rage. So, talk to me; what’s happening?” James shrugged.
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Leona shook her head, “Don’t act like an annoyed teenager, James, just talk to me. God knows you don’t talk to anyone else.”
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“I do.” James retorted. “I talk to Sadie. Or, I did.”
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miss-americanbi · 3 months
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seeing the next generation of kids falling in love with pjo, fighting over godly parents, posting shitty headcanons on instagram… feels like passing a torch fr
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cayliecoltrane · 1 month
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quick lil ETHOwO redraw
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wasabi-gumdrop · 6 days
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Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!
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solroskajan · 3 months
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I refuse to belive Uzi can't easily carry N if she wants to.
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one thing about ik is that she will always reach out
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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I want you whipped into shape!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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i want reasoning in the tags or replies!!
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mothmothwoth · 2 months
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Welcome home neighbors! Hits you with the goobers being silly this update!
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tatck · 1 year
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Previous - Vagabond 2/6 - Next
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shyshitter · 3 months
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eileen’s favorite holiday is dean’s birthday bc it’s the only time sam lets himself get absolutely hammered.
happy belated, baby gurl <3
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rachmcadams · 3 months
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Blue Valentine (2010) dir. Derek Cianfrance
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iamadequate1 · 4 months
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Roach Appreciation
Samba Schutte does my favorite background acting on this show, and this post is showing some appreciation! He's on par with Matthew Maher in absolutely destroying one liners, and his emotive acting conveys just as much.
So.... here are some of my favorite scenes!
At the beginning of 1x2, I love his looks of annoyance as Pete is telling his story and Stede is so in to it.
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At the end of 1x3, his terror and confusion over the Jim reveal makes the scene.
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During Ed and Stede's storytime at the beginning of 1x6, I love his cute Tell Us prompting to Stede asking Ed how to use people's fear against them.
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At the end of 1x6, I love that he laughs at Stede's awful dad joke that he was proud of.
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At the end of 1x8, he really sells the sadness about Karl.
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At the end of 1x10, he's so happy about that talent show!
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In 2x2, he is the audience's reaction to watching LuPete kiss.
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In 2x5, his "Imagine if it bleeds" to stabbing the Cursed Red jacket is the best.
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At the beginning of 2x6, his excited gasp to "Today is Calypo's birthday" is the best acting in the season (even through Rhys Darby tried very hard to compete at the end of 2x3)!
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At the end of 2x8, he's just so happy when LuPete is married.
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Such a cutie. I love him.
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marypsue · 1 year
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There’ve been a few responses to/reblogs with tags on my post about DIY clothing embellishments that basically boil down to ‘I’d love to do this but I’m scared it’ll turn out bad/I’m not a good enough artist’. And I get it, I really do! I also want my art things to turn out nicely. But also...making it badly is sort of the point of punk DIY. 
Listen. We live in a world that would dearly love to charge you a subscription fee for breathing. The bastards are doing everything they possibly can to figure out how to turn art - stories, visual art, music, textile/fibre art, sculpture, crafts and creations of every kind - into a neat, discrete, packageable commodity, a product they can chop up into little pieces and stick behind a paywall so they can charge you for every drop of it you want to have in your life. 
The whole sneering idea that ‘everybody wants to be some kind of creator now’ and anything less than absolute mastery right out the gate is somehow shameful and embarrassing is a tool those bastards are using. It’s a way to reinforce the idea that only a set group of people can create and control art, and everybody else has to buy it. 
But art isn’t a product. Art is a fundamental human impulse. Nobody is entitled to a specific piece of art (which is where this message gets skewed into pitting people who love art against the artists who make it, while the bastards screw us all and run away with the money). But making art belongs to everybody. We make up songs and dances and stories, and paint things, and make clothes, and embellish them, and carve flowers into our furniture and our lintels and our doorframes, and make windows out of tiny pieces of coloured glass, and decorate our homes and our bodies and our lives with things we make and make up, simply for the love of beauty and of the act of creation. Grave goods from tens of thousands of years ago show that ancient hominids gave their dead wreaths of ceramic flowers, tattooed their bodies, beaded their shoes. Making things for the sake of beauty and enjoyment is one of the most ancient and human things we can do. 
The idea that we can’t, that we have to buy shit instead, because art is a product and you have to have the bestest prettiest most perfect product, is the enemy of joy. It’s the death of culture. And it means that, instead of whatever it is that you cherish and enjoy and value, you get whatever inoffensive (and to whom is it inoffensive?) bland meaningless samey-samey crap that the bastards want you to be allowed to have. What are you missing and what are you missing out on, if you don’t make or modify or decorate anything for yourself, if you don’t think you can because the product at the end won’t be polished or perfect or marketable enough? What do you lose? What do we lose? 
It is a desperately vital and necessary thing for you to make shit. For you to know that you can make shit, that you don’t have to just lie back and take whatever pablum the bastards want to force-feed you (and charge you through the nose for). That the bastards need you more than you need them. 
Become ungovernable. Be your own weirdly-endearing punk little freak. Paint on a t-shirt. Sing off-key in the shower or at karaoke night or at open mic night. Make up a story where you get to meet your favourite fictional character and you guys hug or fuck or punch each other in the face. Make art. Do it badly. Do it frequently. Do it enthusiastically. Do it for love and joy and creativity and fun and the spiteful joy of thumbing your nose at some smug motherfucker with a Swiss bank account who wants to track your heartbeat and location for the rest of your life in order to automatically pump AI-generated beats matched to your mood into your earbuds for a small monthly subscription fee of $24.99/month. It is literally the only way we are ever going to have even a chance to save art and our own lives from the bastards. 
So. Paint that t-shirt. 
(Also support artists where you can, and buy your music from Bandcamp.)
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elderwisp · 2 months
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ℌ𝔬𝔴 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣?
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bisexualfbiagents · 9 months
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Well, I wish I could help you out. You know, I’m just… on vacation.
🫧 Dana Scully in Chinga (5.10)
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