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nezhanetwork · 8 months
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the most soul-crushing 12 hours of my life 👍
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alien-girl-21 · 2 years
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Officially my last post with wifi, wish me luck with moving tomorrow o7
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hajihiko · 5 months
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tiny doodle before I run
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stormflute · 11 months
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Hero & Partner Week Day 1 - Cooking / Combat / Lost
The future gang comes to the present, with only a few hiccups.
@heropartnerweek
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payaso-gomi · 7 months
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~☀️URL Songs☀️~
The game's to use songs to spell out your URL! Then you tag as many people as there are letters in your name
I felt like I did this too quick, and tbh I would have used songs from my clown playlist if I could but none of them matched :( Except for one! >:)
Thank you so much to @hexusproductions for the tag! This was fun to do!
P - Pikebubbles by The Cardigans
A - Aquatic Mouth Dance by Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Y - Yo Te Dire by Miranda!
A - Absolute Territory by Ash Kencorp
S - She's a Big Boy by Mcbaise
O - ODDTAXI by Punpee and Skirt
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G - Gordon's Garden Party by the Cardigans
O - Oh! by Shishamo
M - Me Estoy Enamorando by Inspector
I - In the Afternoon by The Cardigans
Tagged:
No pressure at all! Just if you wanna do smthing in your free time
Hell if you see this, aren't tagged, and want a shot at it, tag me I'd love to see it
@libertys-lovers @ssslep @sillysiha @white-meadow @murder-at-the-bingo-hall @underlapped
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dirtytransmasc · 7 months
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I hope we get a scene of Alicent with Aegon's body. If her son is damned to die, if she is damned to spiral into insanity, if she is to lose her life too the grief, let me see her with his body.
let her hold her baby in her arms one more time. let her wipe the blood that poured from his mouth and nose as he died. let her run her fingers over the viscous burns that adorn his skin. let her fix his hair. let her bathe him with a cloth as she had when he was a babe. let her kiss his cheek, his forehead, his hair, his hands. let her lay her head against him, hugging him like she had failed to do for years.
he was her firstborn and yet, her heart was still beating and his was not, she was not yet cold in her grave, no, no her son was cold, her flesh was warm, too warm. he was her baby, her son, the boy she tried so hard to protect, who had loved even when it hurt, who she had stood in front of a dragon for. she loved him, the very bones of him, and now he was dead.
let her lose her mind right there, in that room, still clinging to her body, one that's too cold, too still, too quiet. let her scream out to the gods, damning them, cursing them for taking her eldest son, amongst everything else in her life.
I want her to drive away anyone who tries to take him from her, forcing the silent sisters or whoever would be left to deal with his body at that point. let her curse and spit and claw at anyone who comes too close.
she would stay there for hours, reflecting on her memories of him. maybe she talks to him or hums a lullaby until she finally loses her battle with what remains of her consciousness and sanity, falling still against the table.
she dreams of Aegon, she dreams of the life she wish she could have provided, the life she had tried so hard to give him. a life where he was safe, a life where she had been a better mother, a life where she didn't need to live in and impose fear up on her children. maybe if she had tried hard enough he would still be alive, she'll think as she floats in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness.
she'll wake in plain chambers she only partly recognizes, she'll learn of her sons lackluster and sparsly accompanied burning, she'll learn her son was gone and she was alone. there won't be much of her left to care. she just continues dreaming, dreaming of her dead children and spiraling to madness until her broken heart finally gives out.
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[my previous post inspired this, cause all I can think about now is Alicent mourning her son and its gonna put me in an early grave]
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filmnoirsbian · 1 year
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I'll never forget this straight man who I was chatting with on the plane bc we lived in the same neighborhood and had similar interests and he asked me out and I let him down very kindly and let him know I'm a lesbian and he immediately was like oh that's chill wanna just hang out as friends sometime? Which doesn't happen a whole lot tbh because I am femme and almost never get "one of the lads" treatment from straight men so I was pleasantly surprised and agreed and then literally the first time we hung out alone together he said "I've had sex with lesbians" and tried to kiss me. Straight men dig their own graves.
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thewiglesswonder · 26 days
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I've been born!
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neverwasreddie · 1 year
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“Incoming, Spaghetti-o.”
Eddie’s barely though the door, his hands still tugging at the scarf looped around his neck, before Richie is chucking the crudely wrapped box at his chest. His hands are shaking so badly it’s a wonder his aim is as on-target as it is.
Eddie, on the other hand, whose hands are still gloved up, is not as dexterous. “Rich!” he yelps, fumbling with the package. “Warn a guy, c’mon!” 
Richie mourns all the vines he knows are sitting unopened in Eddie’s inbox, because it’s the perfect moment for an I could’ve dropped my croissant! reference, but he lets it slide for now, snatching the gift away from Eddie so he can properly disrobe. 
Or at least take off his winter gear. Richie doubts he’ll ever get a chance to see Eddie fully disrobe in front of him, but hey, a guy can dream. 
“Sorry,” he says lightly, shoving the box into Eddie’s hands as soon as he’s carefully placed his coat, hat, mittens, and scarf into their (their!) coat closet. “Take two.” 
“We said no presents this year, you dingus, I would’ve gotten you something nice --”
“Don’t complain until you opened it, man, it’s a handmade Tozier original.”
“So patented, name-brand trash?” Eddie lifts an eyebrows skeptically as he peels off the dollar-store wrapping paper and lifts the lid of the cardboard box cautiously. “Whatever kind of stupid prank is gonna pop out of here, Richie, so help me God if it’s a clown --”
“I’m not that much of an asshole!” Richie cackles, a little manic-sounding to his own ears. 
“Is this --” Eddie grimaces as he lifts the tissue paper out of the box. “Jesus, Rich, when you said Ben was teaching you woodworking I thought you were just being a fucking creep --”
“Oh, I was, don’t worry,” Richie agrees loudly, shoving his hands into his pockets so Eddie can’t see how bad they’re still shaking. “The woodshop lessons were just an added bonus.”
“If I get a splinter from this --”
“This is the thanks I get for a hand-made present? For dismantling the Kissing Bridge and risking a vandalism charge to get the finest lumber Derry could offer --”
“This is wood from the Kissing Bridge?” Eddie mimes a gag over his arm. “Christ, Richie, am I gonna get -- fucking ringworm from this, or something? Jesus, if you wanted to commit a crime to get some cheap wood you could’ve just chopped down a tree from the Paul Bunyon courtyard or --”
“EDDIE.” Richie grimaces, slicing a hand through the air in a very Eddie-like gesture. “Could you just look at the gift, man.”
Rolling his eyes, Eddie drops his gaze down to the box in his hands, immediately snapping his head up to look at Richie again. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“You made this?” Eddie carefully, as if it’s precious, lifts the hand-carved wooden picture frame out of the box. 
Richie knows it’s a little shoddy. He’s not great at working with his hands, which is why he went into fucking comedy as a career, and the detailing in the pattern around the frame is uneven and potentially looks like a child’s art project. 
But the picture in the center, of 11-year-old, pre-clown Eddie and Richie, arms around each other and ice cream cones clutched in their fists, is a priceless original, carefully mailed from Maggie Tozier in a padded envelope to ensure its safe arrival to Richie in time for Christmas. 
“Rich...”
Richie shuffles his feet, suddenly burning under Eddie’s attention and unsure of what to do with all that light and warmth. “Merry Christmas, Eds.” 
Eddie takes a step forward and throws his arms around Richie, the cardboard box and tissue paper falling forgotten to the ground while Richie feels the press of the picture frame against his back, clutched tight in Eddie’s grip like he never wants to let it go. 
If he doesn’t turn it over right away, if it takes a while for him to notice the carved but faded letters on the back of the frame (R + E), well...Richie’s been waiting over 30 years for Eddie. He can wait a little bit more. 
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metamorphesque · 11 months
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"The Emperor of Gladness" by Ocean Vuong ... I'm terrified
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fearandhatred · 7 months
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don't even try to talk to me about crowley irl because i will fall apart like a domino tower
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pumpkinrootbeer · 7 months
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im so normal. anyway here's me casting various Muppets in dear evan Hansen.
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Like a helpless, heartbroken little kid 🫤😔😔
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vexic929 · 2 months
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ooooh okay y'all I have ~IDEAS~ but I need your opinions so in the WestAllen raising baby Eo in the past AU I'm debating how and when they do it
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ily1-net · 6 months
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ara ♡ go! go! ily:1 ep 7
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lloydfrontera · 5 months
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i just realized how delightfully ironic it is that javilon rebelled because he thought it was shameful for the king and adeline to grant rakiel's request when just a few weeks later javilon will be fully enamored of him. completely gone for the man. like. yeah babe adeline had to live in his court for a couple weeks but you're gonna kneel at his feet and beg him to stroke your hair. you are not the same lmao
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wanyinchen · 9 months
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We all know that S3 is gonna be about the Second Coming-slash-Final Judgement blah blah blah blah blah but what i NEED is for Jesus to radiate so much little sibling energy™. I need them and Crowley to be a chaotic-sibling-bestie duo ok??? It's one of the only ways i can heal
#good omens#crowley#i need jesus to be a very chill dude (gn. they could be a little girl for we know) who pops out of the silver plane and surrounded by CIA#angel bodyguards and then they see Crowley and just fucking runs up to him to choke-bear hug hybrid him the way only little clingy sibs do#and then the angel operatives freak out#jesus: GASPS!!! HI BESTIEE🥰🥰🥰!!! how are ya doin?#crowley: what#angel mafia: !!!! AKDSKSDHASDJKL#and then crowley proceeds to kidnap him and then babysit him. they go to the barbie premier and the Eras tour and the bahamas and just went#around the world. leaving chaos in their wake. we're talking about confusion bafflement and maybe a whole ton of buffets being suddenly#replaced with fish and bread that could feed 6000 people. and then they fuck over governments without even trying and giving the poor the#queers the conspiracy theorists and all of the marginalized peeps everything they WANT#and where was aziraphale in all of this? stuck on heaven's top floor just seething that he can't go out cause the metatron locked him in.#the metatron angel-proofed the whole building just so aziraphale cannot leave. they're in lockdown and everyone is panicking. Aziraphale#the pedantic loophole-obsessed bastard that he is. was like "If they fucking angel-proofed superheaven then I'm gonna escape the good old-#fashioned human way. He then demolishes the glass with his bare fists. everyone screams and he walks out of heaven wearing#his tartan and shades because cool bamf angels don't look at the chaos they unleashed.
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