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mythicalcoolkid · 1 year
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"Disabled people understand their disability better than those who don't have it" does not equal "every disabled person has a thorough and accurate knowledge of their condition and can consequently tell others this information flawlessly" and I genuinely can't believe that has to be said
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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year
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every once in awhile i go on a demigod powers deep dive, and then i remember Nico can canonically just. randomly lower temperature and i just throw everything back out the window.
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I don't think I'll ever run out of Nimona headcanons
So I feel like it’s kind of obvious that both Ambrosius and Bal had to play the part of the perfect obedient little soldier as they were growing up 
And I feel like they both had different ways of dealing with those expectations 
There are still moments when they have to hold their tongues and put on a smile
And Nimona has witnessed most of those moments 
One day she asked them both “How do y’all not bite someone’s head off or like burn a small village to the ground?”
And they decided to show her 
Bal very politely asked her to fly them to the top of the institute 
And he was like okay weird but I’m not gonna question it
His resolve is really tested when he hears Ambrosius ask if the surveillance cameras are turned off
And when Bal gets the slightest hint of a yes does he scream absolute bloody murder 
Sometimes it’s small phrases sometimes it's words but most of the time it’s just screaming 
But he doesn’t stop until he’s blue in the face and his voice is almost gone 
When he’s done Ambrosius ushers them all home 
Nimona doesn’t start asking him questions until Bal is relaxing in the room with a big cup of tea
And all Ambrosius says is “Eh it helps him so I don’t question it” 
And then he asks them to fly him to his families property
And he doesn’t tell them to stop until they get to this tiny dilapidated shack 
Nimona voices that they’re surprised his family would let such an eyesore exist 
To which Ambrosius makes an off comment while looking for something about it being too far out for them to notice 
And she was about to ask what he was looking for and until he pulls out a bat 
And a couple of his failed ceramic projects 
Before he could ask when they got here
Ambrosius was hitting it against one of the walls and then wordlessly offered the bat to Nimona
They didn’t go home until every plate vase and cup was absolutely obliterated 
When they did get home they found Bal sitting in the living room
All Nimona said was “Your man has anger issues and I like it!” 
To which Bal responds with an expression that says “You think I didn’t know?”
While the trio loves watching movies together they can’t finish a single show 
Nimona never waits for the boys and always goes ahead
And half the time when they watch it again all together she spoils it for the boys 
Bal often gets too caught up in the show and starts questioning everything 
And if Ambrosius doesn’t like the show he’ll stop paying attention and then ask a million questions 
All in all they drive each other crazy and decided just to watch the show separately and talk about it when they’re done 
For some reason this doesn’t qualify for trashy reality tv
No one gets bored and there are too many twists and turns for anyone to think about talking over the show
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eye-of-yelough · 1 year
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I think about the time Anders says to Aveline “we’re not pals? what about that time we painted each other’s toenails?” Every day btw. If you even care
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happyheidi · 1 year
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me whenever I see a sinister-looking bird
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redbootsindoriath · 2 days
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Apparently in my absence this post had its 1000-notes-iversary.
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This time we get to see the culprit responsible for ruining our heroes' lives as well.
I've really missed you guys, by the way. I know I've said that already, but I'm serious. Once or twice this year I've been right on the brink of coming back but schedule stuff always keeps me from letting myself commit to that again, and that in turn has kept me from posting anything at all. But I've been in an unexpected drawing mood lately and so if I can get enough stuff to set up a queue we might pretend I'm back for a month or so sometime this year. Maybe. Hopefully. We'll see. No promises though. That's why I'm hiding this paragraph under the cut.
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[Beren:] "Uhhh...barkeep...I think he's had enough now..." [Tolkien:] "No, I don't think he has...!"
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brungeons-and-bragons · 8 months
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Being a DC fan means that your rare pair sometimes becomes canon instead of the biggest ship for your blorbo
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now-a-witch · 21 days
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Every time I see manga Dazai's neck I think of this thing a boy said to me in elementary school that roughly translates to: "You have such a pretty neck, so delicate, so easy to strangle"
Which is a weird thought to have about real people but thankfully Dazai is not and let's be real he would probably appreciate it.
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kittyphoenix12-xx · 9 months
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ive had enough of people saying that billy and eddie would fight each other
they!! are!!! kissing!!!
on the mouth!!!!!
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chicinlicin · 1 year
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i love drawing old ocs as ancients and going heeheehoohoo i love u
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These men plus the veterans on the St Louis Blues need to be asked how they pronounce quarter. Someone give me an answer.
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coachbeards · 3 months
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this is still one of the funniest videos i've ever seen. i just love how this + season three's pressroom cemented that you should absolutely NOT give beard a microphone
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unfinishedslurs · 11 months
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do u love the colors of the comphet
When it’s over, when Henry Creel is dead and dust and they’ve emerged battered and triumphant. When she and Jonathan have ended things. When there is no more fighting to be done, she and Steve give it another go. 
She knows he’s going to ask the same way she knew in ‘83. There’s no waiting this time, no need to wonder if Jonathan might want her too. They gave it the old college try (He lied to her. He was lying to her for months, and she knew something was wrong before that. She thought they could work it out. She’s so fucking sick of lying to herself being lied to). 
He asks with wide, hopeful eyes, running a nervous hand through his hair. He doesn’t have anything to be nervous about. She made up her mind before he even asked. 
She can do it right this time. She can love this boy the way she wants to. The way he wants her to. They’ve both grown in the years since. She’s going to do this right. 
That’s the mantra she keeps in her head when he picks her up and spins her. I can do this. 
She can’t do this. 
It’s somehow the same and different from when they dated the first time. They’re going through the same motions, but there’s something lacking. They’re both older, more jaded. They’re not kids anymore, and it shows. 
They rarely kiss. He hesitates now in a way he didn’t before. Sex is something they don’t bring up at all. Eddie makes a crude joke once, something or other about what Nancy is like in bed, and she and Steve make eye contact. There’s something there, something like mutual understanding, before Robin smacks Eddie upside the back of the head and the moment breaks. She keeps thinking about it long after. Whatever it is that they shared, they don’t talk about it. 
Maybe they’re lying to themselves, both of them. Puppets going through the motions, too stubborn to admit they’re play acting as real people. Still, she can’t give this up. She can’t make the same mistakes all over again. 
Robin corners her two months into the relationship. Part of Nancy is surprised it took her this long. The rest of her is angry she brings it up at all. 
Saying she’s cornered might be doing her a disservice. They’re having a sleepover, painting their nails and talking about boys. Everything a girl is supposed to do. Except Robin is awkward and fumbling, and every name she brings up sounds like a question. Nancy only has Steve to talk about, and barely talks about him at all. 
Finally Robin sighs and puts down the nail polish. “I feel like this subject is making us both miserable,” she declares. “I don’t want to talk about boys, I was just doing it because I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do at girl sleepovers. I haven’t actually been to a sleepover since I was in middle school and the other girls decided I was weird, but I’m pretty sure the point is to have fun. This is not fun. This is agonizing. We should talk about something else.”
“Steve isn’t making me miserable!” She snaps, before realizing she sounds way too defensive. 
Robin peers at her. “Yeah, see, that’s not what I said. That’s not even a little bit close to what I said. Maybe we should talk about this instead. What’s the deal with you and Steve?”
“What deal? There’s no deal.” She turns around and rummages through the nail polish selection. Robin doesn’t exactly have a variety. Her options are red, dark red, and black. She chooses the brighter red with the absent thought that the black would look good on Robin, with her long fingers and dark eyeliner. Then she banishes that thought away. 
“There’s definitely some kind of deal.”
“There isn’t.”
“Nance.” 
She can’t help but turn around then, drawn in by the tone of her voice. There’s a glass wall inside of her, and someone is pounding on it, trying to get out. She wants Robin to see it. She wants someone to see behind the glass. There’s something in her trying to get out. 
“Nancy,” she says again, eyes searing into her soul, “are you happy?”
She smiles, fake and fixed on her face. The glass stays firmly in place.  “Of course I am,” she replies. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
The next time Robin wants to hang out, she’s busy with college preparations. 
It’s not just Robin. She thinks everyone can tell something’s wrong with her. Eddie gives her these looks every time she and Steve are in front of him, like he’s putting together a puzzle. Her mom keeps trying to talk to her. Jonathan keeps trying to talk to her. 
They know, she thinks wildly, every time. She doesn’t know what it is they know. She doesn’t want to find out. 
She avoids them all. 
When she and Steve go to dinner, the waitress captivates her. 
Long, dark hair in braids. Long fingers tapping against the notepad. Dark eyes in a dark face. She’s always loved brown eyes. Nancy has never been one to be jealous of other girls (lie, lie, lie), but suddenly heat floods her body. She wants to be as gorgeous as this woman. She wants her full lips, popping gum. She wants the woman’s swaying hips as she turns and leaves their table. She wants— she wants—
She tears her gaze away to find Steve already looking at her. 
The heat is dosed by the ice that fills her veins. All her senses go on high alert until she realizes he’s actually staring past her. She turns around to see the bartender. He’s handsome, she thinks, tall with tan skin and brown hair carefully styled. He’s talking to a customer, teeth shining as he laughs. 
When she turns back, Steve has firmly fixed his eyes on her. She could almost believe he’d never been staring at the bartender at all. 
There’s something there. Something just out of reach, something she could put a finger out and touch if she were braver. She doesn’t. There’s no gun in her hand here, no adrenaline to keep her going after it all falls apart. 
“What did your dumb boyfriend do this time?” Mike demands, storming in her room. Nancy has half a mind to yell at him to knock first before she registers his words. 
“Steve is- Steve is fine,” she says, startled. “He’s great, actually. Nothings wrong.“
“Then why are you so miserable all the time?” Mike accuses. 
“I am not miserable!”
“You are! You both are, and neither of you will tell anyone what’s wrong, or why-“
“I don’t know why!” She shrieks. Mike falls silent, eyes wide, and Nancy suddenly realizes she’s crying. 
“I don’t know why,” she repeats. “Everything is fine. He’s like, the perfect fucking boyfriend. It’s me, I’m the problem. There’s something wrong with me. There’s a beautiful boy who loves me, and I’m- I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to love him back, but I can’t. I can’t. There’s something wrong with me.” She’s desperate now, wiping away tears as she curls into a ball. She feels pathetic, crying in front of her little brother. She’s the oldest, she should be keeping it together, she shouldn’t let him see her like this. But she can’t help it. There’s something in her screaming to get out. 
Mike, with all the grace and bewilderment of a newborn deer, gingerly pats her shoulder. 
“Have you…talked to Steve about it?”
She gives him a cutting look. It’s probably not as effective as she wants it to be, with her red eyes and tear streaked face. Mike holds his hands up. 
“I’m just saying! He’s your boyfriend, you should talk to him. And if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, you should really talk to him.”
“I want him to be my boyfriend, I just need to get past whatever this is—“
“Nancy,” Mike says. “It’s not just you. He’s miserable too.”
“Because of me. I just need to—“
Mike shakes his head. “I don’t think it is. If it were because of you, he’d be acting different. More…kicked puppy, or whatever. He’s just being weird,  and won’t tell anyone why. Dustin said he asked Robin, and she doesn’t even know.”
Nancy doesn’t have anything to say to that. 
“I think you need to talk to him,” he says again. “I think you need to talk to each other.”
“When did you get so smart?” She asks, instead of crying again. 
“I’ve always been smarter than you.”
She kicks him for that blatant lie.
“Are we holding onto a dead thing?” She asks out loud. 
He rolls over and looks at her. She’s worried she’s hurt his feelings, broken his heart again, killed any chance they have at a relationship, romantic or not. Then he snorts. 
“Robin got to you too, huh?” He asks, flopping back onto his back to look up at the sky. 
“Mike, actually.”
“Mike? That shithead? What does he know about relationship problems?”
“Are we having relationship problems?”
“I mean,” he says, wry twist to his mouth, “we haven’t had any arguments.”
“Nope.”
“Or general drama.”
“That might be debatable.”
“There’s no need to spice up our sex life.”
She snacks him for that one, and he laughs. She props herself up to look him in the eye. His face is more open than she’s seen it the entire time they’ve been dating. 
“I think you have to be in a relationship to have ‘relationship problems,’” she tells him. “Are we in a relationship?”
He visibly considers this. “I mean, I asked you out, and you said yes. And we never broke up.”
“We haven’t kissed in at least two weeks.”
“Did you want to?”
She takes a moment to think about it. “Not really,” she admits, and his face splits into a grin. 
“Not that you’re not still wonderful, Nancy Wheeler,” he says, teeth shining, “but I don’t think I want to kiss you either. Isn’t that weird?”
When they dated in high school, it was like he couldn’t stand being away from her. He spent every moment he could kissing her, wherever he could. Sometimes it felt almost like a performance he put on for the people around them, lifting her up and spinning her just so everyone would know how in love they were. It was stifling at times, feeling like something to prove. Still, it was how he was, so in love he could burst with it. 
Now, she wonders if it was always a performance. Maybe they’ve both been on a stage, and neither of them noticed the lights blinding them until now. 
“It is a little weird,” she says finally.
“Right?!”
He holds out a hand to shake, the other one firmly in his pocket. God, she wishes she could love him. “Good go, eh Wheeler?” He asks, smile crooked and shaky. 
She snorts. “We made ourselves and everyone around us miserable,” she points out. But she takes his hand. 
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lalaland-e · 4 months
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I was talking to my friend and she told that I'm pretty and have nice hair and that men should be catcalling me on the street.
So as Christian Arabic woman, I said "What, do want me to like put on a hijab?"
So, she told me I need therapy.
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So I made this post a little while ago regarding dndads characters and the tma entities and didn't really include any explanations cause that would have been very very long for a somewhat niche post. But, if you'll humor me, I feel compelled to make the quickest case for Vast! Taylor cause I'm thinking about him lol, and specifically without even getting into personality traits, I just want to point to Taylor's track record and note that he (off the top of my head):
Climbed to the top of the tallest tree he could find and shot a clone of himself off of it
Had to be physically held back from jumping off the highest floor of a twelve story building
Did a high-dive into an ocean of paper and abandoned Normal in said ocean of paper.
Had the chance to at least partially spare Scary from the damage of a very high fall. Didn't.
Submitting this as evidence to the court, people of the jury thank you for your time.
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marksandrec · 1 year
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Marks and Rec: Misc #2459
(Take it up with @wearewatcher; I just work with what I'm given, lol.) (Dialogue from "The Beaver Song" from How I Met Your Mother.)
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