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glitch-pep · 1 year
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Some old art I forgot to post-
I'm working on figuring out the whole style for my club penguin art right now...
Expressions, poses, etc...
So yeah that'll take me a while- ;-;
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scamoosh · 2 years
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oops 4got 2 post my flower symbolism chiscaras too
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herebutnothere · 10 days
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All Carol does is make selfish decisions that puts other people at risk and then cry about it when the chickens come home to roost.
I'm sick of it!!!!
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Yes she has her moments when she's right and comes in clutch, but when she's wrong??? Baybeeeee. That pendulum swing is HEAVY.
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meatriarchived · 7 months
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wakes up to down some headache meds but thinking very normally and tenderly about cc / nosy / adjacent aus where maria gets to lose her shit
how unlike dannys approach to violent outbursts being explosive from the get go, hers is quiet and patient and ticking time bomb. how to make up for what she lacks physically (even with some teaching by johnny/leland in cc/nosy/etc) she makes up for in being deceptively innocent and sweet, enticing and flirty. where she waits until perfect window, perfect isolation before hitting something major first - something to stun them, make them unable to respond as well, so that theyre sluggish and disoriented enough for her to get to play around a lil.
like dannys blind rage, maria intends to do what damage necessary in order to keep them writhing on the ground as quickly as possible.
also simply thinking about how in certain scenarios if she gets the chance to she will bare teeth to exposed throat.
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melvingaines · 11 months
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Don't Be a Wishy-Washy Christian! - Video Message - June 25, 2023
https://www.facebook.com/akronalliancefellowship/videos/1456118405200456 A message for Sunday, June 25, 2023 from Assistant Pastor Melvin Gaines. Pastor Gaines declares that believers in Jesus must resist the ways of the world and avoid incorporating worldly values within the faith. #wishywashy#Jesus#ministry#faithoverfear#faith#world#worldly#holyspirit#resist
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quotesfromscripture · 2 years
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Delilah tries to find Samson’s secret
Delilah then said to Samson, “All this time you have been making a fool of me and lying to me. Tell me how you can be tied.” 
He replied, “If you weave the seven braids of my head into the fabric on the loom and tighten it with the pin, I’ll become as weak as any other man.” So while he was sleeping, Delilah took the seven braids on his head, wove them into the fabric and tightened it with the pin. 
Again she called to him, “Samson, the Philistines are upon you!” He awoke from his sleep and pulled up the pin and the loom, with the fabric. 
Then she said to him, “How can you say, ‘I love you,’ when you won’t confide in me? This is the third time you have made a fool of me and haven’t told me the secret of your great strength.” 
With such nagging she prodded him day after day until he was sick to death of it. 
- Judges 16:13-16 NIV (2011)
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xx-hail2theking-xx · 2 years
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Knight, huh? Thought you were the leader of the other court. Abaddon really handed off the phone to a knight, huh? I was told he didn't like lying. Ah well. And his claim that you're a demon/angel hybrid?
(✿^‿^)
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novlr · 9 months
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The symbolism of flowers
Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty
Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity
Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Honeysuckle: Bonds of love
Blue Hyacinth: Constancy
Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless
Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride
Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility
Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth
Magnolia: Nobility
Marigold: Grief, jealousy
Morning Glory: Affection
Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest
Pansy: Thoughtfulness
Peony: Bashfulness, shame
Poppy: Consolation
Red Rose: Love
Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity
Snapdragon: Deception, grace
Sunflower: Adoration
Sweet Willian: Gallantry
Red Tulip: Passion
Violet: Watchfulness, modesty
Yarrow: Everlasting love
Zinnia: Absent, affection
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PROVERBS 26: 12 AND HEBREWS 3: 13
Caught by strong delusion, From opened up thought inclusion…. A troublesome time Led astray in mind By sin and sacred confusion! – Too easy to say what you say, Foolishness for which one pays…. Friends losing For hasty words choosing, Too often it’s been that way! – Deceptiveness of sin, How easy it is to fall in… No one to help guard Your mind by the Word, The ice you’re on is…
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ronaan · 5 months
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i love listening to the "dream visitor" because every three seconds i'm like "ok well that's a lie" JFKSJKFSKKFKS
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louderfade · 6 months
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glitch-pep · 2 years
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I spent 4 hours of my time making little pixel penguins:
Part 1.)
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+Ash as a lil pixel penguin
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eideard · 1 year
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Reprinting History Books
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notmyneighbor · 2 months
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Let Me In ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader
Chapter 1
Word Count ~1k
Rating ~ Explicit
CW ~ blood and gore, character death, eventual smut(not in this chapter)
Excerpt ~ You know it’s not Francis peering at you through the glass window.
You know it, even though he looks exactly like him, every feature carefully duplicated: the sleep deprived smudges on the frail skin underneath his eyes, the narrow chin and a long nose, that unblemished complexion as smooth and pale as the milk he delivers.
They’re getting better at the replication.
It’s getting harder and harder to tell them apart from real humans now.
Also available on AO3
Fanart used with permission @kaworinx on Instagram and TikTok
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You know it’s not Francis peering at you through the glass window.
You know it, even though he looks exactly like him, every feature carefully duplicated: the sleep deprived smudges on the frail skin underneath his eyes, the narrow chin and long nose, that unblemished complexion as smooth and pale as the milk he delivers. They’re getting better at the replication. It’s getting harder and harder to tell them apart from real humans now.
Yet there’s still something off. Something in the way the flesh sits on his bones. Almost a shift, like a mirage in the desert: a shimmery, not quite real haze that’s there and gone again in the blink of an eye. He lays his fingers against the glass, splayed directly across from your face. The pretender’s lips curve into a smile. “Let me in,” he says, and it’s identical to the real milkman’s voice, that same sleepy, gentle tone you’re used to hearing day in and day out, and your heart lurches. When had it happened? When had he been taken? During a delivery? Lured into some back alley? Some devious doppelgänger asking for help, maybe, and of course he’d obliged, he was kind like that, he’d never refuse anyone. You envision the wire rack cradling the bottles of dairy product dropping from nerveless fingers, the glass shattering. White mixing with the bright red blood that leaks out of him all over the pavement.
You wince at the gruesome image. Poor, trusting, foolish man.
“Let me in,” he says again, and the words drag at something deep inside of you. A glint of something feral in the dark eyes now. This imposter knows you can sense his deception. “I know what you need. I can give it to you…”
Another chord strummed on the string of your spine, vibrating along your body. Had he taken over Francis’ thoughts? Sorting through the milkman’s memories like digging through a box of old photographs, perhaps. Choosing which ones to keep and which ones to discard. Had the unfortunate third floor resident known about your hopeless crush? He must have. How else would this creature target your desires so readily? The knowledge of this wounds you. Francis had known, and he hadn’t acted on that knowledge. No return of your feelings. Maybe he’d just been shy.
Or maybe he just didn’t feel the same way.
“You must be so tired, working so hard. You deserve to rest. Collect a reward.” His tongue darts out to moisten his lips and this is the first foreign gesture that completely confirms your suspicions: this is not Mr. Mosses.
Everything you need is right in front of you. The entryway door is still securely locked. The rotary phone is mere inches away. You can call in the team at any time now. Save everyone. Except for Francis, of course; it was too late for him.
“Sweetheart, please let me in.” Attracting flies with honey. His voice dripping affection. His fingertips blanch against the glass. The brim of his cap slides further down his brow. A single track of perspiration leaks down his cheek. The body still fighting, even now. Resisting. Rejecting the invader. But it was too little, too late.
“I can’t let you in.”
His head snaps up and the eyes are bloodshot, spidery lines of crimson streaking across the white orbs. A thin trail of saliva drips from one corner of his mouth. “Can’t, or won’t?” Straight to vinegar now. Acidic tone. It lashes against you. You’re shaking.
“I know what you are,” you declare in a whisper.
The replicant raises his free hand, fingers curling into a fist before striking the pane. It rattles in its casing and you gasp. You’d always thought the material was shatterproof. “You don’t know anything. How can you? You run unchallenged for a small fraction of years and you think you know all there is to in the universe. Such arrogant, fragile things you are,” he murmurs, and the sudden calm unnerves you even more than the rage.
You begin to reach for the receiver and his fingers slide down the glass, squeaking as they go. “Wait. Don’t do that.”
You pause, hand still outstretched. “I don’t have a choice.”
“You do have a choice. You don’t have to be one of the mindless sheep.” His nostrils flare, inhaling deeply. “Francis loved that fragrance you wear. He liked so many things about you. You’ll never know how much if you make that call.”
You suck in a sharp breath. Was it true? Or just a ruse to get you to spare him? “He’s gone. There’s no getting him back now.” Your voice warbles, your fingers trembling as you reach again. Making contact with the ebony plastic this time.
“He’s right here. You could have him. All you have to do is let me in.”
You lift the receiver from the handset cradle. The spiral cord connecting the two sways like a tightrope beneath an acrobat walking its length. You feel like that performer. Teetering on the edge between life and death. Yours. The people in the building. You have a duty to protect them.
The uniformed man’s eyes slide closed. Dark lashes light as moth’s wings kissing his cheeks. He’s humming softly. A melody you’d heard every time Francis had left for his route. The tune unfamiliar. But it’s his. Had always been unique to him. Why hadn’t you asked what song it was? Why hadn’t you…
The handset drops back down and the dial tone is silenced. His eyes reopen. “Let me in, love.” The softest, sweetest smile. You reach for the buzzer. Staring at your hand as if you don’t recognize it as your own. “I’ll give you everything you want, sweet girl.” Nearly to the button now. “There you go. Just a little more.” Contact. The light flashes and the magnetic locks release, granting the doppelgänger access.
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writtenbygrimes · 1 year
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Glass House
Glass House New Poem #poem #poetry #heartbreak #dangerousgames #beguiling #forbidden #lies #selfinflicted #selfsatisfied #selfish #love #lovelorn #lovers #deception #glasshouse
There you sit Encased in glass Volatile. Dangerous. Watching from your perch The air fairly sizzles Unsettled and frenetic Passionate Conducting from your station When your eyes fall upon me It is revealed What lay before me is both beguiling and perlious To deny it would be a folly I venture closer Excitement pricks my spine Terrifying. Delicious. Untouched from on high Am I safe? Flirting…
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melvingaines · 11 months
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Don't Be a Wishy-Washy Christian! - Video Message - June 25, 2023
A message for Sunday, June 25, 2023 for Akron Alliance Fellowship Church, Akron OH.Pastor Gaines declares that believers in Jesus must resist the ways of the world and avoid incorporating worldly values within the faith. #wishywashy #Jesus #ministry #faithoverfear #faith #world #worldly #holyspirit #resist
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