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Today on absolute buffoonery
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astrolavas · 1 year
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thinking about the... potential clawthorne woodcarving mentorship.
+ bonus cuz also thinking abt how if hunter ever met dell's palisman and got reminded of flapjack, he'd probably feel bad abt making that association cuz he knows what it's like to be seen only as someone's different version (even though the bird wouldn't mind much so lol)
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#eda having that palistrom seed.. hunter saying he wants to learn how to carve palisman... his relation to clawthornes. it HAS to mean STH js#the owl house#toh#hunter toh#toh hunter#hahaa always thinking abt hunter growing a soft spot for palismen and loving creating and bringing them to life#but never being able to replace flapjack no matter how many palismen for other ppl he carves. I'M GONNA-#:((((( :///#like he's not going to want to replace flapjack just like that rn. cuz he LOVES that bird. it's gonna be so hard for him to just.. Move On#and flapjack's a PART of him.. so very curious where they'll go with this because..... HM. HM like he serves as his disability aid almost#and he can't just REMAKE him. but he cannot also just.... ignore what happened straight away. but it's also important to heal#but whatever he decides to do i feel like he'd love to just............ create. whether it be for himself or others#BUT GAH. ANYWAY XKJSJSK wrote an essay abt this already don't need to write one in the tags TOO. so uh .. yea#little guy.. pls find happiness#my art#fanart#hunter#hunter noceda#hunter wittebane#eda#eda clawthorne#dell#dell clawthorne#dell's palisman#toh art#edalyn clawthorne#also like...... if flapjack and dell's palisman were caleb's and evelyn's palismen...... and knew each other........#and while flapjack was waiting for his new person at the bat queen's cave dell's palisman was being passed down clawthorne generations#OUUHGHHHHGHHHH they were probably friends..... they Knew each other#what's up with you you mysterious yellow bird with eyebrows...... what's your story
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evilroachindustrial · 5 months
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A bunch of creators knowing Hbomberguy was working on a James Somerton plagiarism video throws a lot of new context on the spats James got into with Dan Olson and Todd in the Shadows over the last year.
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gihwosk · 21 days
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doodled some bots S2
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blighted-beak · 9 months
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I'm not saying I would listen to an entire audio drama based around the Demeter, but I WOULD listen to an entire audio drama based around the Demeter
The Demeter sections have been my favorite part of Re: Dracula thus far. They sound like found footage horror audio dramas (i.e. The White Vault) and I LOVE this genre. I want an entire series about the Demeter
Big damn props to the entire Re: Dracula team for the time and effort put into producing this podcast. It has been top tier quality content
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kvetchquest · 5 months
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literally. akane kurashiki character of all time.
the way she literally spends all of 999 larping as a version of herself that never existed. maybe she was once carefree and young but it was taken from her. and ever since then she's been forced to play 1000 different roles just to survive, just to set things right, all of them and none of them her. multifaceted in the same way shards of glass are.
do you think she enjoyed getting to be the gentle ditzy heroine that lives only in junpei's mind, or do you think it was suffocating like so much fire filling the room? this girl she could have been, maybe, in another lifetime -- but she doesn't have the luxury of dwelling on that.
she will never be that girl again, or the person that girl might have become. something something that house burned down long ago there is no home to go back to. she will never be her because that girl died in those flames, regardless of if she made it out alive. and -- maybe she was never going to be her. but. she has goals that are bigger than herself, bigger than any of this. and that some version of herself might matter enough, alive or dead, to accomplish them has to be enough for what's become of her.
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stealingpotatoes · 6 months
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I was just catching up on your posts and YOU CAN PLAY JFO AND JS IN A LAPTOP the past few years of my life have been a lie
And I definitely dont have the money to get even one atm
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and-make-it-double · 1 year
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Television peaked when Five destroyed that donut shop full of people with Istanbul playing in the background
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yuriiofthevalley · 9 days
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god made me a girlblogger because she knew i'd be willingly friendless and going to bed at 8pm otherwise
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Sadism.
I want a sadist so bad. One that gets in those moods where they just have to hurt someone. An undying, furious, dangerous craving. To cause pain but nothing like nipple clamps or spanking- to cause real pain. To look at me while we're on a date and want to carve my skin. To cuddle me as we movie-watch and want to strangle the life out of me. To sleep beside me and want to punch my ribs and kick my gut. Because oh god, inflicting pain on a weak, helpless girl is everything he wants. And the idea is just so overwhelmingly satisfying, he just has to. Let it be a borderline psychotic urge to cause hurt, only to satiate himself.
🎀🎀🎀
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achlyisdumb · 22 days
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boops tdl and teleports away giggling
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sherlokiness · 2 months
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[...] Keep a good long spoon on hand to beat the squires off, sweetling. You will not want green boys underfoot when the knights come round to beg you for your favor."
"Who would ask to wear a bastard's favor?"
So basically Sansa's favor is a bastard's.
[Harrold Hardyng] grinned. “I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney?”
“You may not. It is promised to…another.” She was not sure who as yet, but she knew she would find someone.
And that it's been promised. To a mystery knight.
Bonus :
If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward.
"Saving yourself for Lord Robert?" Lady Myranda teased. "Or is there some ardent squire dreaming of your favors?"
"My steward and squire, Jon Snow."
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celestie0 · 5 days
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when ppl get too caught up in the accuracy of situations in fanfiction or if things are super realistic or as they should/would be in real life etc etc im like. my tumblr user in christ. it's fanfiction.
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h2llish · 3 months
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just a headcannon ig
vil has never had feelings for anyone. i mean, like, romantic feelings. his entire life has been spent on screen, behind a camera, acting, modeling. what interaction he did have with others weren't anything memorable enough to form even a simple kiddy crush.
so, i think when he does first find himself liking anyone, romantically, it's completely new. a crush for him is a slow build up, and he only realizes after the crush has festered for months. he's an actor, he doesn't fumble over his words around the one he likes or shy away, but he doesn't know what to do about it.
maybe i'll expand on this later. i'm tired rn so that's all.
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ride-a-dromedary · 3 months
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Wyll taking Halsin to the Wilden Oak after observing how much he was struggling to adapt to the City, thinking it would cheer him up *and* be special enough that maybe he can work up the nerve to ask him something important. Telling him about how he used to daydream about the stories it could tell him, and how it brought him comfort - how it may bring him comfort as well. And maybe he thinks he's talking too much, too fast, but it all pours out of him with heart-aching sincerity.
Halsin listening thoughtfully to Wyll's fanciful dreams of dragons and the Weave, and chuckling fondly at how eager he is; how whimsical he makes everything sound. Bubbling over with how happy it makes him to hear Wyll so beautifully matching the splendor of this tree with such fanciful tales, admiring it for what it is.
Wyll's face heating up, thinking he must be laughing at his stories, and ah, hells, he's gone and fumbled this, of course an Archdruid would think fairytales of trees to be foolish and childish. Mumbling it must sound silly to him.
Halsin frowning then, brought out of his affectionate thoughts. "Oh, no, not at all. I think it's wonderful. Here, let me show you something."
Halsin bringing Wyll's hand up to the bark of the tree and pressing it beneath his own to the ridges and grooves, encouraging him to listen closely again as he had as a boy. Telling him that trees speak to those who care to hear them, even if they cannot understand them. Wyll closing his eyes, flustered at how close they are, but - after a moment of quiet - hearing the barest tendrils of something touching the edges of his mind. Nothing he is able to understand, but he swears he feels it; more than he ever has before.
Halsin himself listening and catching the discernable memories the oak is able to give him amidst the transfer - the tiniest glimpses of generations and magic long past. Perhaps even a dragon cutting its lightning path through the sky, eons ago. He passes anything translatable gently off to Wyll, who listens, enraptured.
The Wilden reveals other things - other terrible things. Other sad things and tragic things, no where near the fairytales that Wyll spins. Halsin does not pass these memories on, but judging by the frown on Wyll's face, he senses it.
But there is something else - something closer to the heart - it calls Wyll "tree friend" - flashes of Wyll as a young boy, collecting its leaves from the ground. Of an older Wyll curled in on himself in the tangle of its roots, heartbroken; an even older Wyll turning his face to the dappled sun and smiling, little golden bands sparkling in his hair.
Halsin taking Wyll by the hand and bringing him deeper into the forest, scouting a good spot to plant the tiny wishing acorn Wyll had pressed bashfully into his palm with stories of his mother. Burying the seed deep into the ground so its roots may grow anew, just as glorious as its parent - waiting to bring joy to another a century down the line. Just as their lives have taken root within one another, tangled and new, but full of life.
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the-carnival-of-time · 5 months
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