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rottenbodysworld · 11 months
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My morning✨☀️
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yenvengerberg · 2 years
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i hate what bingeing culture has turned the consumption of media into. the pressure to watch everything all at once as soon as it drops otherwise you simply can't go onto social media or 'it's your own fault, you should know better!', the way it forms a dread around shows you know you can't watch straight away because of life commitments when you should be excited for them, and the way buzz only lasts for a few days before inevitably, everyone moves on and forgets about it. i just wish i could return to the excitement of weekly releases that kept me guessing for months on end and fostered a discussion around media
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intotheelliwoods · 2 months
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HELL WORLD
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what's yalls most "oh you did not lie about your kitchen experience" question at a new job? Mine's usually "what's the heat distribution on the grill" or "what side of the grill is fucked up" (depending on the vibes of the restaurant)
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rivsimpersonator · 3 months
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Agh. Tried drawing Pebbles with a limited color palette . Color theory makes sense now
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yokiamine · 3 months
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save me fem labru.... save me....
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nen-kaii · 1 year
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juliforu · 2 months
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someone said that they’d like a time stamp of all the times lore was dropped in erik’s livestreams, I don’t have a life during the weekdays so I’ve decided to take up that mantle if no one has done it yet
so
bare with me, this is gonna be a long process
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d0d0-b0i · 10 months
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don’t got time for much else, but here’s a kitty!!!
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taikanyohou · 5 months
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Mashiko Atsuki As Tanada Yoh.
TAIKAN YOHOU (2023). Episode 7.
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rottenbodysworld · 2 years
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Сегодня 4-й день осени🍁 За эти четыре дня очень похолодало.
На сегодняшнюю прогулку надела пальто и зимние ботинки🧦 Не припомню, чтобы в первые дни сентября у нас было холодно. Обычно холодало только в конце октября. Сентябрь был всегда самым жарким месяцем осени.
Сегодня мамина подруга отдала мне подарок, который привезла с Западной Украины. Это тёплая жилётка. Говорит, этой зимой неизвестно что нас ждёт. Поэтому купила её, чтобы я не мёрзла🍂
А в это время в магазинах появляется осенняя выпечка, а в кофейнях невероятно вкусные какао напитки☕
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toxiccaves · 4 months
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the usual sketchin around
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aurorangen · 21 days
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To summarise: Casper's having the time of his life, Petrah's glued to her seat and Marco came for the free food 👍 But hey everyone's having a great time and we get to meet the newest addition to the Apple family...Briar!!!
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The cousins meeting for the first time 🥺
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devilfic · 1 month
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Reading right place, right time and found myself kicking my feet and twirling my hair at the thought of Bruce writing about the surgeon in his diary after their first encounter . 🥺😂 (Sorry, I’m being silly) 😭 but I really do wonder what he wrote. Would he have added any personal thoughts of his own or keep it about his routine? 🤔 sorry for this weird message. I love your writing 💕
this is not weird at ALL. I've been itching to talk about this! unlike in where two are joined, I'm trying not to tell any of it from bruce's perspective so that the reader can be immersed in their own pov. therefore,,, this gives me an excuse :)
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when bruce gets home, he is not thinking about his diary.
in an uncharacteristic turn of events, he puts his body first and passes out on the couch in the terminus. he gets about an hour or two of sleep, something he deprived himself of in your apartment out of fear of letting down his guard.
he sort of jolts awake after that second hour, thinking that he had fallen asleep in your home. his chest heaves as he gathers his surroundings, registers the pain in his side, unaware of the hour. it takes him a few minutes to collect himself and then he's pulling off his suit piece by piece, assessing the damage at his desk. to his surprise, your stitches have held together pretty well. he pops a few main meds and pulls out his journal.
Wednesday, November 16th.
I made a miscalculation with the smugglers. The weapons they're moving are military grade, and from the communications I was able to intercept, they've got several buyers I can't afford to let get their hands on these guns.
I managed to put a dent in their inventory tonight, but for every shipment I hit, there are two more I miss. I can't be everywhere at once, which means I can't afford to lose momentum. I can't let up.
I sustained injuries from tonight including one gunshot wound. I was able to remove the bullet once I found somewhere safe to retreat, but the wound was worse than I anticipated and I struggled to keep the bleeding at bay. I made another mistake and intended on finding a place to rest—a nearby apartment I assumed to be empty—where I could at least stop the bleeding and send Alfred my location. But someone was there. Before I could escape, I passed out from the blood loss.
I must've been out for a few minutes. This stranger could have unmasked me, and I'm still not entirely sure they hadn't. Regardless, they were a doctor. They managed to stitch me up, and after some convincing, I rested in their apartment for the next three hours. I had no intention to, but I'm certain I wouldn't be writing this now if I hadn't done so. If it wasn't for them, I would be
I was desperate. I realize that now. I put myself and potentially someone else in danger. Someone who chose to help me. Their intentions seemed innocent, but I need to know for sure. I can't make any more mistakes. I won't.
after that, I think bruce just throws himself into researching you. he starts with gotham general, looks for all the surgeons, eventually finds your name, and he falls down this hole of finding out whatever he can about you: your age, where you went to school, your relatives and past jobs. he wants to know that this freak twist of fate was just that: a twist, an abnormality.
alfred finds him like that, ready to retrieve him for the tour (which bruce definitely forgot about). he's about to make a comment like "you're up early" and then he sees gauze taped to bruce's side and god, if alfred doesn't have steam blowing out of his ears by the time he's done yelling at him.
and later, when he's standing in front of you as bruce wayne, he's caught off guard again because what are the odds that you could save his life as some freak twist of fate once, only to have him run into you again not hours later?
and you're... whip-smart. kind. he hears you talk about the work you do and he can see how much you care about the people of this city. it's not in his nature to trust easily but when he gets home later that day he is poring into everything he can about you, searching for the chink in your armor. there must be something. maybe he's missed it or you're good at hiding but all of this feels too good to be true.
it takes him a few days after he finds your file for him to think it over. the stitches have held up. he's replacing his gauze in the bathroom and asks alfred if he thinks it's the right call.
"are you certain there's no one else?"
"a vigilante doctor?" bruce laughs, stretching his spine. "how would I take applications for that, exactly?"
"they're a civilian."
"they saved my life."
alfred holds his tongue, nearly chokes on it, "you must be prepared for this not to work out. or worse. you may never pick up that cowl again."
bruce stares at his hands, scarred from his long nights. he doesn't remember much after passing out, only the split second of finality and the regret that followed... until you brought him back, "I've already made peace with that."
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Amphibiuary Day 16: Giant (in comparison)
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miralyk · 3 months
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starting monday mood
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