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worldsewage · 1 month
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Snap — Struggle — Sink
Which one do you like best…… asking for science
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streetmatt · 4 months
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Emergency exit.
By Matti Merilaid.
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Salida de Emergencia
Madrid, Spain -- 10/30/11
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rumeko · 6 months
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New York City Subway
Photo: Dieter Krehbiel
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sleepsforest · 7 months
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08/17/23
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cloudshapedpatch · 10 months
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thinking about how i let random strangers read the todoroki x reader smut i wrote in the mental hospital 😭
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knight-in-sour-armor · 7 months
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heartjohnsonart · 10 months
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heart s. johnson | summer at the end of the world
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nenko-dreams · 1 year
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Lovely @zetaaa requested a snippet from “Emergency exit” so here it is. I hope it’s not too confusing after only one chapter posted on ao3... but I’ll be happy to answer any questions! I hope you’ll enjoy =) 
Two days later her useless toad of a husband returned from the city. His arrival was announced by the sound of a car stopping at the gate. Roelle strode down the stairs on her way to the living room window which allowed a nice view of the main road and the garden. Selwyn found her with her nose glued to the glass, gaping critically at the fiancé he had brought from the mainland. The man was tall and unbelievably handsome, standing alone at the path leading to the house with a confused expression on his face. His golden hair needed some trimming to look presentable according to the government standards but the thing that attracted Roelle’s sharp gaze was something else.
“He was supposed to be handsome and agreeable…” She shook her head, turning back to face Selwyn. “And while he doesn’t lack in looks, he is a cripple.”
“Try to find a better one,” Selwyn said, defensively, taking out his casual clothes from the large wardrobe in the corner of the room.  He was in no mood for an argument. He only wished to finally get rid of his elegant suffocating suit and escape to his greenhouse to calm down after this ridiculous journey. “Now people know their value. It’s difficult to hire for field work, not to mention for a wedding.”
“But he’s a cripple,” Roelle insisted with a clear distaste in her voice. 
“So what?” Selwyn shrugged, unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s even better. Only true love would make you marry a one-handed man and if you need a divorce, it’s always a good reason.”
“Oh.” Roelle shot him a surprised look. She had always considered her husband a simple-minded muttonhead but from time to time even he could come up with something clever to say.  “I see the visit to the city did you some good. Now you’re thinking like a politician. Where did you find him?”
“At television.”
“What’s his name?”
“I guess it was Lannister… He’s an editor there or something.” Selwyn turned away so she could not see his face.
“Is he? He doesn’t even have glasses…” Roelle said, taking away his shirt. It was too expensive to trust him to fold it properly. “Did you sign a contract?”
“Hells, Ro. Our Brienne is not an old car for sale.”
“Those vultures from television will do anything for money! Did he tell you why he needs it?”
“Something about the journey around Essos,” Selwyn mumbled the first thing that came to his mind. The revelation at the ferryboat left him too drained and exhausted to ask any more questions about his future son-in-law and he wasn’t even sure he wanted to know the answers. 
“Yet another bloody traveller, greedy for my money. Human cruelty has no limits!” Roelle snickered. “And it’s all your fault, Sel. It’s because of your lenient parenting Brie is now carrying a bastard!”
“Not so loud, Ro,” Selwyn said preventively before she could start her usual rant criticising his every little move. “What will the fiancé think about us?”
“Who cares? Just bring him over here.” 
Selwyn sighed, casting the last resigned look through the window and suddenly froze. The damn fiancé was no longer waiting in front of the house but what terrified Selwyn the most, was the fact that the young man was nowhere to be seen. Fearing the worst, he shoved the suitcase with the money in his wife’s hands ordering her to hide it properly and ran out of the room.
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wisdomfish · 9 months
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During the terrible fire in the Ring Theatre at Vienna, a large crowd striving to reach one of the exits saw a sideway marked “Emergency Door, in case of Fire.” This was just what they needed. They turned aside from the main passages, and rushed to use this special way. But the bolts could not be drawn, the locks could not be turned, and the hinges were choked with rust; because the door had never been used, it could not now be suddenly put into requisition when urgently needed. A heap of dead soon lay before that gate. So, lips which never pray on earth will be speechless in the great day; the prayer for mercy will die unuttered, and the excuse which has been framed on earth will never be offered, when the King asks, “How art thou come in hither all unprepared?” ~ Biblical Illustrator
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worldsewage · 1 month
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do you have any full drawings of struggle?
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No complete drawings… but I do have this sketch! I might change most the details but the general shape is this. Her body is scrunched and coiled up, in case it’s hard to tell..
.the idea is taking out each instrument in order until it collapses close enough to attack the head. I think “electric death” or a similar name would be her King Salmonid name, due to the electric metal instruments she holds, and “electric death” being the genre of music. She rotates constantly and has fours eyes and a pair of limbs on each side of her body. I think she would sing while you fight her and it would sound incomprehensible, and when injured due to an instrument breaking on her she’d pause out of song and say “ouch..”
Her music would be parodies of inkling music, but rewritten to be songs about death or murder or rage or something less upbeat. The music would still remain chaotic and exciting though! It’s not pictured, but I think the tail would slightly resemble the head? Like pattern or paint.. and maybe tears that look like teeth?
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streetmatt · 4 months
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Emergency exit, black and white.
By Matti Merilaid.
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klumpypotamus · 6 months
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Daily O’Brien - 07/11 Miles “Emergency O’Brien Exit” O’Brien
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karina-re · 1 year
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under-the-screen · 9 months
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Emergency exit
[“Garden state”, Z. Braff, 2004]
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