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3fling · 1 year
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zoe-oneesama · 3 months
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Well THIS looks familiar.
Episode 52 Part 1 First < Previous > Next Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5 Ep 41, Ep 42, Ep 43, Ep 44 Ep 45, Ep 46, Ep 47, Ep 48, Intermission, Ep 49, Ep 50, Ep 51
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latin-dr-robotnik · 1 month
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20 years ago, Sonic X gave us the definition of love. Happy anniversary, episode 52!
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string the sinner by his wings. in his head, a brittle bone. (advice - alex g)
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could not for the life of me think of a background so we’ve got this weird circle thing happening again.
this original piece was called “nosebleed” for this reason but i decided that i liked the other version better
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without background and sketch
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novelconcepts · 2 months
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bury it and rise above
Van Palmer is over the woods, the constant hunger, the pairing-off of her incredibly gay teammates--and, more than anything else, how badly she still wants her ex-girlfriend.
Leave it to the least-horny location in the Wilderness to help with these problems not at all.
E, 8642 words
The human body is an absolute nightmare. Like living inside an active volcano. Like a comedy improv show made entirely of fistfights. Van’s over it. She ever gets the chance, she’s vacating this flesh prison and opting into something that operates on logic. Something that isn’t all hormone and madness and fucking inconvenience. Something that doesn’t take one look at her current situation—starvation, malnutrition, literal goddamn cannibalism—and say, You know what? Throw in a dash of horny, just for spice. She’s fucking over this.
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decaflondonfog · 1 year
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thinking of kent parson and the aces and all that symbolism... and specifically the ace of spades, which often mirrors the death card in tarot... kent parson as the bringer of death, kent parson as the something that jack needs to leave behind, to let die, so he can start again, so change can happen, so he can become his best self
kent parson knowing he is that to jack but not being able to fully accept it... MY. GOD.
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thedailyvio · 2 months
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Day 61
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stevethehairington · 2 months
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ya girl just hit her 2024 reading goal.... and it's only february 😂😂😂😂 looks like i DEFINITELY have some reconsidering to do
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thequiver · 1 year
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Thirsting over Ralph Dibny hours again
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small-spark-of-light · 6 months
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day 27 was to draw 3 shapes and make a character from each of those shapes
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the shapes
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calpicowater · 8 months
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Week 32/52: August 7th - August 13th 2023 | Back to Work 🏗️
Back to work which means I don't have a life again (just kidding... not really). I have barely been going outside for non-work non-errand related reasons since I got back home from LA. Also had to go see the dentist for emergency cavity filling this weekend so had to drop $400 just like that which made me T____T because I have no dental insurance (but when did I ever?). Tragic, really.
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themboty · 2 days
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just finished another job interview, i hope they liked me
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naivesilver · 10 months
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Since it persists on being too hot to focus on my more useful OUAT fics, have a disgustingly self-indulgent Pinocchio Swap AU turned "Please Let Piccolino Have A Loving Family" AU moment 🙃🥰
"Grandfather," Pinocchio asks, standing on his tiptoes to peer over the worktable, "why are there so many clocks here?"
He half expects Mr. Marco to scold him for asking such a silly question, but instead the man just chuckles fondly and pats Pinocchio over the head, earning himself a giddy grin. "Ah, that's just because I like fixing them, lad. They need a more delicate touch than doors and plumbing, you see."
"But only one of them is working. Why's that?"
"That is because I don't have the time to spare for them all." Mr. Marco gestures vaguely towards the single working clock, hanging from the wall on the back of the workshop. "That one, though- August helped me sort it out, when he'd just arrived here. Do you want to see it?"
"Yes!" Pinocchio immediately interrupts his curious poking around the table, all but bouncing with enthusiasm. He likes learning about things August is involved with. August's always doing some really cool stuff, it seems.
As such, he lets the old man pick him up and lift him high enough that Pinocchio can see the clock from up close, and doesn't protest when the boy leans even closer, marvelling at the nice carvings in the wood - Pinocchio doesn't wiggle out so much to risk falling, which would for sure earn him a scolding, but still, it's the principle of the thing. He wouldn't feel so certain that he's safe being held like this, with some other people.
He thinks he knows a little of how things work in Storybrooke, now. Not everything, of course, but at least what he needs to get by on a normal day - he knows he can close the window blinds at night if he's worried someone will enter as he sleeps, and that he doesn't need anyone's permission to do so; he knows he can go crawl on August's lap if he's lonely and the man is writing or talking to someone, so long as he doesn't get too much in the way; he knows that if he wants to go pet Dr. Hopper's dog there are multiple adults who'll hold onto Gina for him, because dogs are so much bigger than her and she gets frightened easily around them.
He still doesn't know whether Mr. Marco is okay with Pinocchio calling him Grandfather or not, but that kind of thing is so confusing here, he's not sure he's ever going to puzzle it out. Back home he was supposed to address all older people like that, but Storybrooke? Beats him. Maybe it's too formal for them, who knows.
The clock ticks by another minute. Pinocchio squints at it, following the moving hands with his finger for a moment - the numbers are written a little different from what he remembers, but it's not too long before he can safely declare: "It says it's six minutes past two. That's it, right?"
"Very good," Mr. Marco praises him, and it doesn't feel like a mockery, even if he does sound genuinely surprised. "You know how to tell the time already, then? What a clever boy."
"Yeah." Pinocchio's chest swells with pride, and he points eagerly at one of the other clocks, the still broken ones. "That one's saying it's half past six, but that's because it's stuck. And that one thinks it's midday. Or midnight, I don't know."
"Yes, that's right. Good job. Say, who taught you so well?"
"An old man in a town. He said that because I had a nice watch, I should know how to read the time."
He doesn't like thinking about that too much, honestly. The old man, yes - he'd met a lot of nice elderly people in his travels, more than he did nice younger ones, at least - but the memory of the watch itself makes his chest clench painfully, like the time he was underwater without air before the dogfish happened.
He wonders what they did with it, after he lost it when he turned into a donkey. He's not even sure it still worked at that point, because it fell pretty hard, and the Coachman didn't give him time to check on it before leading him away with his rope - Pinocchio hopes it didn't break too badly, even if he can't have it anymore. It was a good pocket watch, nice to look at. He'd never owned anything so nice before that, and even though he's received lots of gifts since he came to Storybrooke, it's not the same thing. People are richer there than they were in his old land. They always seem to have something to spare for him, especially August and Mr. Marco and the gruff lady at the diner.
He must have gone quiet for too long, however, because the man gives him a little shake, if not a very rough one. "You alright, lad?"
Pinocchio nods, even though the picture of the golden watch is still flashing in front of him, as if it were the sun and he'd stared at it for too long. "Grandfather?"
"Yes, Pinocchio?"
"Can I see how to fix them, too, when you have time? Like you and August did?"
He's not really thinking he could manage it, honestly. He's not good enough for that. But anything's better than being stuck remembering the same thing over and over again, with no way to stop it. Physically doing something usually works as a distraction, like when he couldn't solve his math problems and he'd just up and start running.
For a couple seconds he worries he won't be able to explain himself if Mr. Marco asks him about it, but the old man doesn't, and instead simply nods, his mouth curling in a warm smile.
"Of course," he says, sounding a little choked up. "You're a smart boy. I'm sure you'll learn very fast."
"Really?"
"Well, yes. Why don't you go look for August and ask him, too? I bet he'll say the same thing."
Pinocchio nods again, allowing Mr. Marco to carefully put him down and darting away towards August's room as soon as his feet have touched the floor. He's not completely certain he didn't say something wrong yet, especially when he was distracted, but it's fine. He's fine. He would have been told, if someone was mad at him. That's how it works in Storybrooke.
And even if he did make someone mad, he can learn how to fix that. Just like the clocks. Just like the golden watch, stuck in another world that it might be.
#ouat#pinocchio swap#fanfic#pinocchio#OKAY LISTEN. I need to ramble about that goddamn pocket watch#I know that sometimes I talk about piccolino like he's a tragic orphan in a dickens book but the problem is I'm not making ANYTHING up#you see- this kid? in the show he never owns anything AT ALL#except some times when they hand him coins for basic necessities when he's on his own#even when he's physically living in a house he doesn't have toys trinkets etc#NOTHING! FUCKING nothing!#I reiterate: he doesn't have shit he can call his own except the clothes on his back and gina (who has free will and follows him out of lov#) for the most part of 52 EPISODES#but then there is this random guy we see for exactly half an hour tops who just. gives him a golden watch. because he knows the kid likes i#and pinocchio is obsessed! he is so excited he can hardly sleep because he loves watching the watch hands move!#but you know how he loses it? when he turns into a fucking DONKEy#there is this whole scene where the pendant breaks as he transforms and he doesn't even get to react and it's the most dehumanazing shit ev#r and I watched it at FIVE. and rewatching it I was even MORE upset#I just. sometimes I think I'm pushing it too much when I make him think about the things he owns now in this au#and then I'm like FUCK THIS SHIT of course he'd be flabbergasted he's like 6 and this is the first time he has shit he's not#supposed to return within the day or month or whatever#anyway. lil boy is just glad these folks seem to actually like him. august probs took one look at him and started plotting armed fairicide.#marco loves them both very much and if you look at them wrong he'll hit you on the head hope that clears it up <3
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sollucets · 5 months
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catch me appearing in all ur inboxes demanding Song Information
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personally victimized by a (completely optional) 4.5-mile walk that i put myself through, and now i’m very sleepy about it :(
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maddy-ferguson · 6 months
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i don't care for dead poets society i've seen the movie twice once in august 2016 once four years later almost to the day but it was one day early i noticed after i had already rewatched it i was annoyed i was like if only i had known...but anyway yeah no like i think it's fine and it's very sad when redacted redacted etc but i don't see what other gay people see in it and some of the boys look so much alike that they really lost me at times. both times i watched it. i don't even hate it i gave it 3.5 stars on letterboxd so maybe saying i don't care for it is a lie but idk i feel no emotion toward it
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