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storms-and-illness · 5 months
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once i was like "i put the hot in psychotic" because i cope with our illnesses by joking about them
and this girl was like "you can't make jokes like that! it's offensive to pyschos!" all loud and shit. in the middle of this crowded ass classroom
i looked her dead in the face and said "lindsey, i have psychosis. you have overgrown roots. shut up." and she cried so hard a blood vessel in her eye broke
-blu
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squinkoblinko · 4 months
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hes thinking real hard about eating a yummy sandwich
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one with no crazy filters cause why not zzzz
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sunskaiis · 9 months
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lil’ pootis :]
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theladyeowyn · 6 days
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“… it would ease my heart, if while the Sun yet shines, I could see you still.”
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kritzenkriegen · 10 days
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It must be genetic
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bones-of-rabbit · 4 months
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i felt like coloring some old sketches of marksman the disaster
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friendlyengie · 10 months
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Heyyy, more of this guy! Hope you’re not tired of seeing him because he’s all I’ve been thinking of for a week now <3
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redraw/design of my BLU decoy as well! Old “pals” from the “circus” as it were.
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And a whooole buncha nonsense . For you!
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peopleeeater · 1 year
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theyre so... yeah..
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caffichai · 6 months
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I've got a BlueSky page! I forgot to post it anywhere! Tumblr is a stickler for only allowing "advertiser friendly posts" (I'm not even gonna get into that, you've probably already heard), so I'm gonna be putting some of my more advertiser unfriendly content on BlueSky, along with the rest of the stuff on this blog!
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naavispider · 3 months
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Here's a little plot-less drabble for you all 🥰 I'm sad Prager didn't get more screen time tbh
Usually, Spider Socorro was at the front of the pack. Usually, he wouldn't slow down for anything. He'd hide any weaknesses as he swung through the vines, leaping from tree to fallen-tree, desperate to be seen as equal.
Not today however. After days of confinement in a too-small cell and exposure to that horrendous mind machine, his body was slower than he was used to. Weaker.
He was used to being overtaken while out exploring the forest - that was just par for the course when you grew up with Na'vi - but the recom squad were fast even for their size. No, Spider corrected himself. It wasn't their speed that he wasn't used to. It was their attitude. They wanted to be ten steps ahead, yesterday. Their push to find the floating mountains was relentless, never stopping to rest or recoup. It had been fun at first - fuelled on by the taste of freedom Spider had run rings around them. But they had stamina that Spider's time in captivity had sapped from his bones.
"Keep it moving," Quaritch's hand pushed him on from behind, making him stumble in the twilight. Spider hissed in response, turning around to glare at the recom. "You're not getting tired on us are ya?" Quaritch responded, his tone light but with an undercurrent of concern. "Not after playing monkey all afternoon?"
"Maybe I'm having second thoughts," Spider stressed, knowing it would cause a reaction.
"Now you just stop right there." Quaritch's cold hand grabbed him forcefully by the shoulder and spun him around so he was facing the squad. "You wanna go back to being Ardmore's labrat? That's fine by me."
Spider shook Quaritch's hand off.
"I'll radio it in right now, just say the word." The man raised his hand to his radio and waited for a response he knew he wouldn't get. "No? Didn't think so. So you'll keep moving, and you'll pick up the pace."
Spider glared at the recom. He knew the others were watching too, but he only had venom for the Colonel in this moment. The throbbing headache in the back of his skull stopped him from antagonising Quaritch further. "Teylupil," he muttered, before receiving a rap on the back of his head for his efforts.
"Cut that shit out."
"Would you rather I cuss you in English? Cuz that's fine too!" Spider growled over his shoulder as he led them on again, putting an extra jump into his stride so he was out of Quaritch's reach.
Z-dog whistled from behind, unable to stop herself from laughing at his disrespect. "Damn, is he ever gonna wear out?" she asked no one in particular.
"Nope," Wainfleet chuckled. "Kid's like his old man."
Up ahead, Spider wondered what exactly the relationship between Wainfleet and Quaritch was. They seemed close in a way that the others weren't. He was pretty sure nobody else in the squad would have mentioned Spider's father.
"Keep talking out of your ass, old man!" Spider called back.
"Old man? I'm technically younger than you, you know!"
After another hour of trekking in the right direction, night had truly begun to fall, and Quaritch was forced to concede that they'd have to make camp.
Since the mind machine, Spider had been plagued with headaches at least daily, more often that not bad ones that lasted for hours. Norm had called really bad headaches 'migraines', and Spider knew this must be what they were. Once the recoms chose a spot to settle down, Spider couldn't hide it anymore. He sat down next to a tree trunk, resting his head against the cool bark. He took deep, steady breaths to try and calm the pressure radiating from the very centre of his brain. His eyes felt like they might be squeezed out of their sockets if this continued for much longer. The thought didn't help with the nausea.
It was a little while later that a voice made him flicker his eyes open.
"Spider?"
Instantly he knew it wasn't Quaritch or Wainfleet. For one thing, they'd probably just shake him awake in a decidedly less cautious manner. He felt the urge to groan at the voice, but nothing came out. Opening his eyes he saw the concerned face of one of the other recoms. The man had the barest hint of stubble and was wearing a bandana around his head. Spider didn't know his name yet. Or if he did, he'd forgotten.
"What?" Spider asked roughly, pissed off that he'd been roused. He'd been so close to sleep...
"Are you okay?"
Spider looked at the recom suspiciously. He narrowed his eyes without moving his head.
"I don't know if you know, but I'm the squad's field medic. My name's Prager."
"Okay..."
"You're not looking too hot. What's wrong?" Prager offered him a warm smile, and Spider found his usual stubbornness disintegrating. Maybe Prager could help...
"My head. It's pounding since the..." Spider had never found out what it was actually called. He substituted the name of the machine for a wave of his hand.
Prager nodded, pursing his lips. "Have you had these frequently?"
Spider nodded as slowly as he could to not make it worse. "Only since then."
"Any other symptoms?"
Other than being weak all the time? Other than constantly feeling on edge? Other than worrying that his every move could get him sent back until they pounded his brains to mush and he finally died? "No."
"Okay," Prager concluded. "Let me go get you some painkillers."
Spider watched him go, still shocked that someone had cared enough to ask. From the other side of the fire he could see Quaritch looking in his direction, his brow creased. Whatever. Spider could not bring himself to care what the recom thought right now.
After a minute, Prager returned with a small pill bottle. He handed it over to Spider to open. "Take two. They're strong."
“Thanks,” Spider muttered, the throbbing in his head too overwhelming to allow him to feel embarrassed. Prager passed him a water bottle and he easily gulped them down before resealing his mask.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Spider raised an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t know you cared so much.”
Prager grinned. “Why don’t we just call it medical curiosity.”
Spider smiled back, resting his head back against the tree trunk as Prager took a seat next to him on the ground. He could tell the medic cared. “Do you know if it’s gonna get better?”
Prager considered this. “Depends. Have you noticed it getting worse?”
“Pfft, not really. But it’s not got better either. They’ve really gone and fucked my brain.”
“The scans showed no lasting damage. But I think that’s only because the colonel stopped them before they could really get started. Another round and you’d be a lot worse off.”
Spider didn’t respond, watching Quaritch across the fire. Quaritch had saved him from the machine. But what did that show? Did Spider owe him anything because of it? So far he’d always thought no.
Spider said nothing.
"Let me know if anything changes,” the medic said, before heaving himself up to his feet and leaving Spider in peace.
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snailwitdamail2 · 6 months
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calling it now. the new apes trilogy is gonna have an ape/human kiss like the og movie did.
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emmetofthestars · 4 months
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i was thinking about how it would go if blu had to execute someone or something. achilles would always hope the targets pick sword over gun
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snowshinefivez5 · 11 months
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This is why Barnaby is so protective of his Medic (Wally)
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jitteryjive · 12 days
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i started rewatching mlp:fim (as of writing this i’m near the finale of s2) but even before that i’ve been wanting to make mlp designs for the shifter twins and they are now real!!! originally i wanted to make them reformed changelings but after rewatching i ended up making them ponies with weird powers because i wanted tons of liberties. while i would’ve liked to respect their tooniness i also adore the show style so i gave them pie eyes as a rubberhose regard!!
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cassoliravioli · 1 month
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Blu scout shows off his skills
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ieo-pio · 8 months
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Tf2 barn drama edition
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