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majorbaby · 10 months
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Dreams, The Cranberries // MASH 1.06 Yankee Doodle Doctor // MASH 8.22 Dreams insp.
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izayoichan · 5 months
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Moments just for us. 🎶
(Pose by @simmireen )
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rosewaterandivy · 2 days
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Lies and Luster
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a/n: very much a vague drabble.
w.c.: 1k
Once upon a time, when all was young, verdant, and puddle-wonderful, you lived care-free and alone at the edge of the known world.
It was a solitary existence, but one you minded not.
For there was always something that needed doing— empires rising in the east and falling in the west, pilgrims desert-blown and woebegone desperately searching for you—
And then there was the business of striking fear into the hearts of men.
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There were tales as old as time, ones that spoke of an Endless One.
She had once been a benevolent and kind queen, beloved by her people and enchanting to those from far-flung lands.
Starlight sung in her veins, and from this came her renown.
Her people never knew of want, for her hand provided plenty. Nor did they know of war, for her wise rule provided peace.
Legend goes, one day she took a lover (or maybe, he took her).
A charming man, whose dazzling smile and kind countenance were merely a lacquered veneer that showed the queen and her people what they wanted to see:
A bridegroom, at long last.
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The Starlight Queen was so taken with her consort, that she failed to notice the cracks in the foundation of her kingdom.
Sickness in winter, floods in the spring, a paltry harvest in summer, and a blight in autumn.
The people cried for her guidance at the palace gates, begged for a glimpse of her face, only to be turned away with a brusque shadowy hand.
For the consort’s gift, was one of an absence of light.
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Her people, her empire suffered while the consort emptied the crown’s coffers.
The cries at the gates fell by the wayside as people abandoned their homes, mournfully turned their back on this land in search of better things.
The once resplendent glow of the palace, the stars twinkling in the inky sky above, faded with each passing day until only a dull glow remained.
Unbeknownst to the people who claimed to love her, their queen sat shackled to her throne.
Forbidden visitors, save for her consort.
Always alone.
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While her lover schemed and brought her empire to ruin, the queen bided her time.
She was a clever thing, knew that by playing the long game, she could outwit the man she had demeaned herself into loving.
Her heart, once open and tender, hardened with each passing hour of her solitude.
And by the time her lover was looking onto brighter pastures, it was too late for him.
The chains lay in ruins at the base of the throne, and bloody footprints decorated the worn stone floors leading to the consort’s bedchamber.
They say a servant found her seated placidly on his bed, and she greeted him calmly, all things considered.
It was only when she turned with a smile that the breakfast platter fell to the floor. She tongued her canine briefly, the pink muscle working its way across her white teeth.
Her chin dripping in blood.
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There were other tales, of course.
Those that spoke of her granting favors on brave pilgrims— blessings of fertility or wealth.
But there were more insidious ones, that claimed she was no better than a wild animal— only worthy of being chained and controlled.
A weapon to behold.
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On a small farm, far from the Wasteland, a young boy grew into a man.
He had heard the tales of the Starlight Queen, the Endless One and her kingdom of waste and ruin.
He listened to those stories all his life, harboring a secret of his own.
And when he came of age, he left the farm to go on a pilgrimage borne of loneliness and desperation.
He packed his bag and said goodbye to his uncle, making vague promises to return.
The older man advised his nephew to wait until sunrise, better to travel in the day than risk running into trouble at night.
The young man merely smiled with a shake of his head, the dark had never bothered him anyway.
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East of the farm, on a well-sized estate, a young man found himself at his wit’s end.
His father ranted and raved about responsibility and his duty to his family, to his people.
But it fell on deaf ears.
For his son had already made up his mind.
His bag stowed in the bough of the ash tree on the edge of the estate, his horse at the ready.
His mother simply remained in her room, though her wailing could be heard throughout the manor.
”If you do this, you’re no son of mine!”
The deep resounding bellow from his father echoed in the room.
His son sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with the man, and quickly turned on his heel to leave.
The day was young, not a cloud in sight, as he strode across the fields one last time.
He would ride as long as he could and rest a few hours in the night.
For there are worse things than a mere absence of light.
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In your kingdom of ruin, a Wasteland by the sea, you slumped upon the throne.
Chains, long rusted and crumbling away, lay in a heap on the floor.
It was a rare thing, for you to be awake and dithering the day away.
That was the thing about being feared and revered, it allowed for far too much time.
If the remnants of your kingdom weren’t turning people away, then it was you at the gates.
Greeting the pilgrims as they fell to their knees in supplication. Frightening the blustering men who believed themselves to be mighty hunters.
As if you were a prize to be won.
But on this day, there were no pilgrims or hunters, just a simple knock on the grand door that gave way easily under a hand.
Leaving the throne room, you spirited yourself away, feet light on the dusty stones of the floor.
By the time the traveler had passed the threshold, you were long gone with a smile on your face.
”Hello?”
The palace shuddered at the sound, and your sigh falls upon not one, but two pairs of ears.
The door behind the travelers slams shut.
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missusbenzedrine · 9 months
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perhaps I will always be obsessed with edward elric. and we’re all just going to have to be okay with that
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shaunashoochiebae · 20 days
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creativity is failing me.. groans loudly
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bayoubodycount · 1 year
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After watching Mayfair Witches when it first aired, I posted a speculation on Cipirien Grieve's sister, Odette. Ciprien himself is a combination of book characters Michael Curry and David Talbot. Since neither had a sister that was ever mentioned, I thought it odd and intentional that they made her up simply to be a surrogate for "two nice daddies," as she described. I wondered if the "two nice daddies'' weren't Lestat and Louis, given that the showrunners of both Mayfair and Interview have confirmed crossovers in the future.
Yet when the clone/son Viktor is finally presented to Lestat in the book, "The Prince Lestat," he is already in his late teens/young adult(?). If we get that far, perhaps the show might reveal his existence to Lestat sooner, as in the books he definitely expressed regret at not getting to raise his "son" himself. Either way, I'm now curious if the "two nice daddies" could instead be Seth and Fareed, since in the book they were heavily involved with his rearing along with another doctor. 
Of course, I might be completely wrong about all of this and nothing of note will come of Odette and/or the baby she carried for the two nice daddies. However, shows don't often include characters and loose strings like that for no reason. It's just interesting to think about and perhaps bookmark for later… 
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arytha · 1 year
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oh i have polls now :3
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Tumblr pole function when should I take a melantonin 2night or nah
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majorbaby · 1 year
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40 years since we first said Goodbye, Farewell and Amen
On my last rewatch the brief shot of BJ and Mulcahy watching ducks on the water really struck me. I can't think of many scenes that actually show the characters observing the natural beauty of Korea. Mulcahy, who's just lost his hearing, is taking in the landscape with his remaining senses. BJ is the only person who knows, and so he shares this moment with him, in quiet solidarity. They could be anywhere, watching ducks on a pond. Of course we know they're in the war, and we're still looking at two of our cast members - but they're not looking at us, they're looking at Korea. This is one of the few times we got close to Korea being framed as more than just the setting of this show about Americans in a strange and faraway land, in a war that was later "forgotten". A real place, with real beauty and real life.
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wi-fier · 2 years
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so the old clock which every Vecna victim see has a lock
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and the suspiciously connected to all victims counselor lady has something to do with clocks since she has a necklace and it has a shape of a key which may or may not lead to something like she is a "key" to fight Vecna maybe idk just saying maybe that's nothing
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also i took a look at the clock at her house and it is strange like what does 31 numbers do there like represents month? not every month has 31 day and it is simply not functional just numbers
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ardri-na-bpiteog · 2 months
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Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.
For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.
I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.
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petscoboba · 29 days
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I want Toby Fox three years after the last chapter to make a game where it's just the Fun Gang going on a road trip to the east coast to go fishing. They raid a gas station on the way to grabs snacks for the road (and the lobsters they catch). Happy April Fool's.
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ssalballoon · 6 months
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Atlas
Can rest his weary bones
The weight of the world
All falls away
- after the initial fright of a wizard losing one's magic, i imagine it could feel like respite similar to how flying to a new country and being unknown and a complete blank slate is... among the sussur blossoms he is just gale dekarios
- lyrics from good riddance by Darren Korb (play hades/supergiant games and change your life forever)
- his embroidery has roses in it, apparently it's a term of endearment in waterdeep :') cute
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runicsorceress · 8 months
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ive... succeeded i guess. dont feel like i accomplished much. accomplished anything. of course it wouldnt change anything. not doing enough shit wasnt the problem.
it never was
the problem is me.
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guardian-of-soho · 8 months
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The more I think about the last minutes the more I’m sure Crowley was saying goodbye from the minute Aziraphale told him he’d said yes to Heaven. He doesn’t confess his love like he’s hopeful, he confesses it like a eulogy. He doesn’t kiss him to make a beginning, he kisses him to seal the end. He watches him go like it’s the last time.
Crowley knows Heaven. He knows they’ll want to either make Aziraphale just like them, or destroy him. Either way I think he believes he’s seen his angel for the last time.
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canisalbus · 1 month
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A handful of (tastefully cropped) work in progress shots.
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