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#he is so deranged
oreo102 · 3 months
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I have oh so many feelings about the power of the doctor but the main one is about thasmin because of course it is
13 trusts yaz with a gun. She trusts yaz enough to personally be the one to make her have the gun, she trusts her enough to let her have a gun in the tardis (also yaz is very fucking pretty with a gun)
The doctor, notoriously against guns, allows yaz, no insists that yaz has one. Not enough people talk about that.
And I fully believe that if the master stepped out of line, yaz would’ve shot him- maybe not aim to kill but she would’ve done it, I’m sure.
I think not enough people talk about yaz and how cool she is anyways, but especially this episode
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aymayzing · 8 months
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It's so funny just how into Durge becoming a harbinger of death and destruction high-approval Gale is. He's just like "That should be useful! Nice!"
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diorysuss · 1 year
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here’s something i started at 10 pm and ended at 10:40 enjoy
warning of graphic violence of a finger getting bitten.. off, shadows over loathing spoilers and general ares activities
Ares stepped into the office of the general, pissed off. They smelled like shit from crawling in the sewers, felt like shit from running one big fetch quest for all of the prisoners in the office and they were personally ready to fuck up some shit. Each step he took filled up with the same feeling he had felt most of his life; rage. It was consuming him by the second, pumping in his head, dripping down to his chest with heat and pushing his legs forward.
The silence in the room was deathly. Bruise had been watching the young man speed-walk their way towards his own desk, and truthfully, was a bit intimidated. There was no words exchanged in the entire 5 second it took for Ares to come towards Bruise. Just a silence that could crush even a General. But Bruise was not an ordinary general, and God be damned if he gets scared by this interloper with the intelligence of a ration. So he stood his ground when the pig skinner came over, slamming his hands on the beat-up desk.
“What do you want?” The general had sneered in front of Ares.
“I want you to fight me instead of running away like a pussy cat.” Ares spat back. They were pulling on nerves and they knew it; Bruise had squinted his eyes and his eyebrows furrowed on his head. Ares grinned wildly at the sight, pissing the general off even more.
“You think a little piece of hair such as yourself can beat me?” Bruise pointed a finger at the man, jabbing it into his nicest leather jacket. They quickly smacked it away; god be damned if they let that man touch his Italian leather! And the next few movement happened in such a blur he could barely register them.
1. Bruise had grabbed his jacket in an attempt to intimidate him.
2. They punched the other man in the face, hard and fast.
3. Ares was in a headlock before their fist even left contact with Bruise’s face.
They were struggling, face going pale as Bruise tightened his grip. Each punch to his own face was painful, he could feel one of his eyes blackened and blue as the onslaught continued. Ares closed his eyes in a poor attempt to think; but it wasn’t really thinking. It was that little voice in his head that had gotten him through most tough situations in his life. They didn’t know what to call it, but they sure as hell were going to listen to it know.
“Bite him.”
Ok. Sure, little voice in his head!
Ares didn’t know when, or how he even managed to be honest, the next time a punch came, he opened wide
bit down
And when he felt something, increased the pressure by 10 fold. There was an audible noise of pain from Bruise, who thrashed around his hand wildly instinctively. But all that did was easily allow the little nub to detach from the whole hand, and something started flowing into Ares’s mouth. It had the irony taste of blood, but it somehow tasted even worse. They ignored this, and practically flew from the Bruise’s grip. Ares did, however, eagerly spit it out afterwards, the weird black magic that was on Bruise’s hat mixed with his spit and flowed out of his mouth.
Bruise looked at his right hand. It was currently missing half of a ring finger. The shock came to him all too quickly. What the fuck? What the hell? What did that.. thing do? Never in his lifetime had he seen someone do something so.. deranged. And he was an army general! Bruise had stammered onto his couch, while Ares was busy clearing out himself. He had looked to the mouth.. portal thing, seriously considering if he could run towards the Black House and make it to the tell the President that Murray’s Nephew was insane.
“W-what the hell do you want?” Bruise had uttered out, gritting his teeth to show no fear. Ares had slowly turned their head towards him, teeth baring like a wild animal, ready to claim its prey. But all he did was point to the portal, and spoke one sentence; “Get out of here. Now.” Bruise wanted to make a snarky comeback, or something, anything to show he wasn’t scared. But he didn’t. All he did was walk towards the portal, looking long and hard at the person who had just bitten his finger off. And Ares stared back.
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I can’t believe FNAF crying child never got an official name,,
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time-woods · 7 months
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he want me deaaaad man
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shitouttabuck · 4 months
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something in your magnetism (2x01 / 6x18)
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tubbytarchia · 4 months
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I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional
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cacaocheri · 1 month
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this is how I feel whenever I'm in the notes screaming and crying about how badly sun fnaf wants me
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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months
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I'm already getting the feeling that he's somehow gonna be even sillier this year 🤔
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merricatblckwood · 8 months
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what a wild fucking thing to say babygirl
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bacchuschucklefuck · 2 months
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she turns, makes direct eye contact with you, smiles,
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touchlikethesun · 1 month
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if you told kageyama and hinata that they could improve their timing and strengthen their hitter/setter bond by kissing they would immediately start making out. even if they weren’t interested in the other like that at all before, those boys would do anything for volleyball
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pandadrake · 7 months
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Unforeseen side effect of the hostage shirt.
Thought about what would happen if the “get along” shirt situation continued and figured that Miguel would probably just go back to work with Miles stuck to him.
Part 1 This is Part 2 Part 3
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spacedace · 5 months
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DPxDC snippet/prompt:
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“John.”
Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.
Felt like old times.
“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”
He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.
“That’s a child.”
“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”
He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.
“John.”
“Z.”
“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”
“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.
“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.
“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”
“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”
“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”
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cringefail-clown · 11 months
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putting cat tier jake in cat pictures ive found on the internet
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shazos · 1 month
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evil robot villains my beloved
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