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moosu · 10 months
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Anders' flowers
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candyheartedchy · 3 months
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I want to wear his shirt.
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tiredpacdad · 5 months
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most exhausting hospital trip ever
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psyduckz · 11 months
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sweet dreams
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finn0cchio · 17 days
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aang broke two cribs by crawling in with xinyi while it was his turn to feed her. Zuko wasn't very pleased with him, but at least he got a really cute picture out of that mess
(still on break.)
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The amount of times i did this with my younger siblings are too many. The neck pain was worth it tho
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ylge · 1 year
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Hmm? 👁️👁️
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Isu:
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littledevilmobby · 1 year
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screenshot redraw
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thatindigonobody · 23 days
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it’s april so have some april ✨
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junimoonyart · 5 months
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y'know what
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more lisa panels i drew when i got bored‼️
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pen-of-roses · 7 months
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Longing
(TW: Implied suicidal ideation, potential self-harm, blood, references to death and being buried alive. It's a kinda heavy one)
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Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, I present Conor having angst:
This was not the type of place he ever lingered, if he had ever even visited. The very ground itself forbidden to him and him alone.
That was perhaps, not the truth, given that others, though few, shared his condition similarly enough, and it wasn’t as though it burned his very skin. But it took hold of something in his chest, wrapping it’s dark painful claws around that thing, and threatened to rip and tear until there was nothing left. And he had such little will to stop it.
That grip was not pity, nor grief. At least not for them.
It was not forbidden in the sense he could not touch it, because oh, had he so many times before. But he could not keep it, and it refused to keep him.
He was frozen, staring out over the rows and rows and rows of field and grass. Stones, statues, and simple markers some could only just afford stared back at him. Taunted him. 
We offer rest. We offer peace. We hold memories and proof that they were loved and someone cared enough to place us here.
His fingers dug into cold, smooth stone, sapping away his blood’s warmth only slightly, until it cut and brought it hot to the surface.
You still bleed, and you still live. And you will forever.
Perhaps he should be grateful for them. They were, after all, evidence that the dead were not immediately burned or discarded or carved up or worse, sent to the waves, here. As such, he would only have to dig through the dirt to freedom if something went wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time. Though those were often unmarked.
A group huddled around one now, a gaping dark hole in the otherwise well cared for ground. Or so he could imagine without being able to see through the bodies this far away, though not far enough for their cries to die in the wind before him. 
Mourners.
On some shards people were assigned to if no one was there for the dead. 
This groups’ grief was loud with many voices though, pressed tight together. 
His teeth ground together and his jaw ached.
Lucky.
Perhaps he did have one out there somewhere. Perhaps someone who had seen him fall or heard somehow, but couldn’t find a body, added his name to one of the simple wooden stakes. Perhaps it was enough that they shed a single tear over it too. Perhaps they had even given him a last name.
But if anyone had, it would have been long lost to time.
Like he should’ve been.
If anyone had, it was a pointless gesture anyway. Proof they hadn’t known him long enough to understand. And all that would be left to show for it was a meaningless empty grave for one who could never fill it.
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allaboardtheblankship · 8 months
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Day 10 of Kudaugust : Scars
Sometimes the worst scars are the invisible ones
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chibichibisha · 1 year
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Kuro doodles as a bonus from this post  🖤 Because I’m in love with him in @neyasochi AU 🙏
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sunshine-zenith · 1 year
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🧥but make it ✨fashion✨
In order: Designed by Ralph Lauren, worn by Priyanka Chopra (Met Gala 2017) || Designed by Saint Sintra, worn by Hayley Williams (2023 Jimmy Kimmel performance) || Designed by Alexander McQueen (2019 spring/summer menswear line, if I remember correctly) || Brand: WOLF&BADGER, Designer: Paisie plaid trench coat || Brand: Fashion Nova
(23 Met Gala version here)
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catunderwater · 10 months
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I watched my adventures with superman 👍👍
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Timothy Rand wanted to take piano lessons as a kid, but his dad said it was for sissys and even though his mom wanted him to learn piano, he didn’t
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huskymaine · 2 years
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Just two lovable taijutsu masters have a feeling/hunch/premonition about their respective adored person (Sakura in Lee’s case and Kakashi in Gai’s case) in the middle of the war. Feat Tenten who missed Neji (same girl, same).
Humain note : 
I use 2 different scanlation site for Gai and Lee’s dialogue because I want them to have the same line, since in japanese they use the same words :
[気が = Ki ga = (somehow) have a feeling/hunch]
In anime subtitle, Lee said “that’s super premonition!” and while that’s not necessarily wrong, what Lee actually said is :
[スーパ浦騒ぎですね?!=  Sūpa ura sawagidesu ne = super fuss/agitation/uneasiness, right?!]. 
Just my personal interpretation, but it kinda implied that Lee also feel the same uneasiness feeling as Gai at that time. Tenten who has no special feeling for either Kakashi or Sakura understandably can’t vibe with them at all.
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