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lxghtbound · 2 years
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can random blogs stop rbing my posts
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saintprivateer · 8 months
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VW character designs for @shastafirecracker’s Trillium and Ivy, a modern au Trigun fic about a landscaping Vash and funeral director Nicholas! Something something the hardships of being dealt a bad hand in life and scraping all the love and peace you can get… but you’re in so much gay love so it’s all a little more bearable. c :
some close-ups under the cut!
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cistematicchaos · 5 months
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The Atlantic publishing a paper saying that the genocide in the Congo [which has killed and displaced MILLIONS of Black folks] is a win for climate change is so, so dehumanizing and anti-Black.
If the genocide of Black folks, of African folks anywhere around the globe is a "win" for climate change in your book, then your climate change is white supremacy and when you run out of Black and Brown folks to sacrifice for your comfort, there will be nothing left worth saving.
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nonranghaes · 3 months
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joshua stirs awake at the feeling of you climbing into bed. he usually does for a minute, just long enough to acknowledge your presence, and he's already shutting his eyes when you settle in. then he hears the quietest hiccup, and he's already starting to wake up.
"hey... joshy?"
even if your voice wasn't so uneven and wobbly, joshua would have known you were upset. he's never joshy to you unless you are. he's joshua when you're speaking to or about him casually, josh when you're on the phone with your mom, shua when you're tired, and my evil, pretty boyfriend pretty much any other time. joshy is when you're upset and need to say it without saying too much. he knows how much you hate talking when you just want to cry and be held.
"c'mere," he's already sitting up and opening his arms to you. "it's gonna be okay... i'm here, my love."
my love is his way of saying everything he needs to say in moments like these: i'll keep you safe and i love you and you can cry now, i've got you. it's not the only name he has for you, but you always know what he means when he drops it oh-so-casually (always so in tune with when you're starting to get upset). one instance of 'my love' is enough to tell you he'll have the car waiting if you get your coat, or he'll make up a lie to leave early if you say it back, or he'll follow your lead if you fake sick.
you take refuge in his arms, and he's already curling them around you to hold you, safe and secure as always. you let out this quiet, shudder-y breath as you finally let go and break down in his arms. if you want to talk about it, you'll talk about it when you're done. he just strokes your back, his eyes fluttering shut as he holds you through this storm.
and he'll hold you when you resurface from underneath those waves, too, sealing the action with a soft my love just to sweeten it all.
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babydarkstar · 4 months
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i just. i just…FUCK. i just really want harrowhark to go sicko mode when she realizes john has the power to resurrect whoever he wants he just chooses not to and even after learning about his own blood daughter he still doesn’t resurrect her he just makes her a construct. i would be alecto-levels of grief-stricken-enraged if my childhood nemesis/guard dog/whipping girl/codependent lesbian situationship that i lobotomized over/suicide-pact soulmate/only friend was suddenly here but not here haunting her own dead body and the only reason she’s present is because she was made into a fascist killing machine for a man with a power kink, and she’s not even happy about it but she’s going through the motions because all she knows of love is to be useful. (forever your sword.) and if i was harrow and i died and then came back to myself after switching bodies with the human cage holding the earth’s soul and realized all of this, i think i too would be accompanying the earth’s soul on her shoulder to go kill a man with eclipse-eyes and criminal levels of nonchalance. y’know. the one who guarded g1deon but not me, lord. the one who was so sure i had never seen that which lies insensate and with stilled mind, lord, who did not realize i was a lock and there was a key in the shape of a girl, lord. the one who looked me dead in the eye and told me i could never have my cavalier back, lord. the cavalier who came back haunted and empty and incomplete by your hand, lord.
i’m so team ‘harrowhark saves gideon for real this time not because she wants her cav but because she wants her other half’ i might lose my mind about it
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hatoddity · 11 days
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1970’s ARTHUR BENNET LETS GOOO (+ void!!)
Ik the 70s had a shit ton of vibrancy but do you think he would drop his emo ass aesthetic for one minute? No.
Also poor void, she can pay taxes & crunch them numbers but she can’t roller skate… :[)
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randomminty · 6 months
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Caitlin…..
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No mercy at all
Uhhhhh tag list
@qwerty99846 @soaricarus @shkika @iknowicanbutwhy @silkysong @georgetheblob-art @keksalot404 @rockrozma @joowee-feftynn @barin-mclegg @saturncoyote @snickerdoodlesart @agriocnemis @ater-nova @georgetheblob-art
Ymir come see this i cant tag u
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qbbhs · 3 months
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dapper, your dad is dying.
gabriela mistral, from a letter to doris dana // frances molina // shannon barry - tumblr tag // benjamin alire sáenz // 3CHO // ingeborg bachmann
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smallbunn · 2 months
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i will support sklonda gukgak until the very end honestly. she just wants whats best for her son, man!!! the bad kids are his first friends ever! it makes sense that sklonda would be worried about riz not knowing when or how to say ‘no’ to them. riz has been called names all his life, of course sklonda would be upset that his friends call him ‘the ball’ especially when it started as a demeaning name given by the school bully. sure riz insists that it’s said with love, and we know thats true, but i dont blame her for being worried that riz is just not understanding that he’s being teased again. she just loves her son so much, she wants him to have friends that respect him, she wants him to take care of himself or at least let others take care of him, she wants to see him rest and be carefree!!
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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months
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Please take my low effort shitpost of our two Aston flopboys
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Basically:
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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]
saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS#REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT#NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS#THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of#another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her#idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had#when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think#i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that#AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE#I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME#THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL#in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad#this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi#gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show#i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM
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cyanide-sippy-cup · 4 months
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Po offering the guy who killed his parents and was thought at the time to have genocided all the pandas a second chance to change and heal but not offering the same to Tai Lung keeps me up at night.
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jesse-cosay · 8 months
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Have I told you guys how much I hate this show.
I just realized why we see Jesse's harpoon pack fall when the exit closes. It isn't just a quick way of explaining that stuff from the train can't leave the train. It isn't just to show us "Hey! The harpoon pack didn't really go with him, even though you see him wearing it while inside the exit!"
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If that was their point, they could have just made the harpoon pack fall off sooner. They could have had Jesse take it off and throw it at the Apex to make a statement.
And if it was about Lake's escape- or the next episode being off the train or how they were cuffed to one of the flecs- it would be possible to reframe it. They could have had it be something to do with the train car or Alan Dracula. There are a million different ways to get a similar result. But that wasn't what they wanted to do.
No, no, the framing is so important in this scene. The door closes. We watch it drop to the floor.
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And I remember seeing this and thinking- why? It isn't necessary. We already understand that "train stuff" doesn't go off the train. It's a two second clip of it falling. It's not needed. Why.
Because the next clip is Lake.
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It's a comparison.
Do you see this harpoon pack? This silly, little thing? To the train, Lake is no different. They are just a thing.
An object.
It was just another way to show us how the system and the train viewed Lake. I hate it. I hate it here.
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evelili · 10 months
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every time someone tags my art w the wrong version of twilight a piece of me strangles my past self for being too lazy to draw her hair in a bun or ponytail
anyway, here's a handy guide to check if ive drawn scitwi or not!
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jelluf1sh · 7 months
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y/n teaching malleus how to crochet! :D
୨୧ ༉ ‧ ₊˚ ❝in cold weather, we stick crochet together!❞
★ synopsis. with the chill fast approaching, you, the ever-dependable prefect, take it upon yourself to prepare for the fall weather with a certain some-fae.
★ featuring. malleus draconia.
★ formatting. oneshot / short fic.
★ notes. established relationship, fluff, gn! reader, silly fae humor. reader is yuu in this scenario.
꒰— ๑ author’s note. HI VAYNE !! ♡ it’s so good to have u as my first official request. i hope this was good !! this feeds my soul, actually, and i'm so glad you requested this, because cozy fall fics are some of my favorites. i dont think i've ever actually written for you, have i ?? ꒱
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Delicate. That’s the word.
Crocheting is a delicate hobby. Emerald eyes follow the tenderness of your fingers as you weave and you curl and you go in and out with that small needle and that one piece of yarn, and eventually, those eyes watch you begin to weave something resembling a... scarf.
The concept is endearing, but Malleus still feels out of place with something so delicate.
“Child of Man,” he pauses to start on another row, albeit slowly, “is this right?”
You look over, keeping your fingers in the same places within the tangle of yarn you plan to turn into a scarf, and purse your lips just slightly. He frowns when your eyebrows furrow, and assumes bad news.
“Not… quite.” And he watches again as you reach that tender, gentle finger out and point to a previous row that he messed up on, one he hadn't noticed prior, your needle bumping against his knuckles. “See that?”
The housewarden huffs, and you chuckle out loud as an angered puff of smoke breezes through his nostrils along with it. Now both determined and frustrated, Malleus sets his mind once again on completing the beanie he promised to make you mere hours ago. You had been so patient, guiding his hands, showing him where to hold the needle, where to thread, where to start new rows and different stitches (the magic circle in itself was a struggle), so he had to see it through.
Lilia had always complained about his ears going cold when the snowfall started. Silver had mentioned that having a new pair of gloves would be nice, and Sebek... well, unbeknownst to him, Sebek would appreciate a singular piece of yarn, had it come from Malleus's hands, but even still, he wanted to do something kind. And for you, he'd planned to make a hat. He remembered you had let it slip that you needed more winter clothes for the approaching holiday, too. You'd done enough and more for him: the least Tsunotaro could do was crochet a few garments.
"You'll get it, Mal, don't get pouty," you assured him, those same delicate fingers he so loved running up and down his back in soothing waves. "You've gotten better, y'know?" you offered. "Remember what you were like the first time you tried to do this? We had so much scrap yarn!" With that, came a sweet laugh.
It was true. The young prince had improved, but he didn't do it himself.
"Look. Are you having trouble with the shape?" Even as you spoke, your fingers never stopped working that yarn through the needle. Leaning over to support yourself on his broad shoulder, your squished cheek against his upper arm, you told him, "Keep your stitches loose, Mally, you don't need to be so tense."
He looked down at you just as you were telling him not to be so hard on himself. From an onlooker's perspective, anyone would be able to tell he loved everything about the predicament he was in, even from a single glance.
"You are a very good teacher."
Pausing, your head raises to meet his eyes. They flicker down every so often as you finish up your final stitches (goodness, you really had been working all that time?), finally giving your fingers (and poor needle) a break. A grin breaks across your pretty lips, stretching into your cheeks in that way your lover so adores. You hoist the muffler up just above his shoulders, wrapping it around Malleus's bare neck until only his plush top lip peeks out.
He takes in the green and black pattern of the new gift, careful not to tear the yarn with his nails. He had to be delicate with it, because now it was precious.
You open your mouth to answer, cheeks pressed against his shoulder once more.
"And you are a very good learner."
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