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sherlock-is-ace · 8 months
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I'm still not over the fact that in the book, Aziraphale and Crowley are supposed to look 30 and 24 years old...
This is what they would look like
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That's David in 1995 in The Bill and Michael in 1997 (not quite 99 like it's supposed to be) in Wilde.
Those are children! Mere babies!
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pixiefms · 3 months
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ostdrossel · 22 days
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Someone has woken up from hibernation and is visiting the water often. I am happy to see how healthy this groundhog looks.
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shakingparadigm · 10 days
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NOBODY is allowed to be happy and EVERYONE is doomed
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willowser · 9 months
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bakugou carries his little newborn around on his bare chest in the kitchen for a bit and then when she starts to get fussy, he lays her down on the couch to swaddle her back up, and she reaches her little arms high above her head and you can hear him quietly hum and say, all fondly,
"oooh, big stretch,"
and his sleepy face is all soft and his lips are curved up just a bit and he waits until she's done before carefully wrapping her up 🥺🩷✨️
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happyheidi · 2 years
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gloomy sunday
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bekkathyst · 2 months
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Bärlauch sammeln! 🥰
Foraging wild garlic: usually an early Spring treat brought to us extra early this year. Would you like to see what I made with this batch?
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ryllen · 8 days
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Sometimes i still think a lot how sebek VA really did a good job at making his voice quivers at that very end of line
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morganbritton132 · 10 months
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Eddie, shoving his phone in Steve’s face: Let’s try this again. Who is the most metal person you know?
Steve: Oh, it’s this guy that danced to a Bon Jovi song at of his wedding, you know.
Steve: You know the guy? He’s got big brown puppy dog eyes and great hair, wears all these rings. Big personality, love of my life, you know him?
Eddie:
Eddie: I can’t believe you publicly outed me as a guy that likes one Bon Jovi song
Steve, to the camera: He sings Bad Medicine in the shower!
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dabiconcordia · 2 months
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How Old Are You? Age is a quality of mind. If you have left your dreams behind, If hope is cold, If you no longer look ahead, If your ambitions' fires are dead -- Then you are old. But if from life you take the best, And if in life you keep the jest, If love you hold; No matter how the years go by, No matter how the birthdays fly-- You are not old. by H. S. Fritsch
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3zethe3zr · 3 months
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Working on a stp au, so take the designs of the protagonists: two dysfunctional and amnesiac detectives and their equally dysfunctional amnesiac client! This surely can't go horribly wrong!
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viperwhispered · 29 days
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Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.
At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 
However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.
You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.
So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.
It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.
At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.
“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.
Of course.
It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.
You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.
“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.
“Yes.”
“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”
“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.
Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.
“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.
Really, when did he get so tired?
And how did you not notice it earlier?
You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.
Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.
You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.
Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.
Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.
“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.
Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.
“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”
“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.
Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.
But sometimes you really wish it would be.
Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.
Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.
“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”
You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.
“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”
Still, Jamil frowns.
You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?
“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.
And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.
“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.
It seems he has accepted his fate.
You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.
And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.
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newtlesbian · 5 months
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theres no way the year 2006 is real. people made it up to prank me
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power of naturally pretty eyes opening minds
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I just pictured this for the light arts au
Wally: go here.
Frank: into the dark?
Wally: go into the dark.
LMFAO PERFECTION, THAT MEME WAS MADE FOR THIS AU-
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salty-an-disco · 2 months
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OK, making this theory its own post cuz I really think I’m onto something–
The Voices are a consequence of The Long Quiet still having pieces of The Shifting Mound within it.
They’re the pinpricks of light within an endless and stagnant void. If Shifty is flickering lights in empty cityscapes that need to be filled to become more, Quiet is dark alleyways that need to be illuminated to become more.
And that’s the Voices’ purposes, we’re collecting pieces of ourselves as we bring Shifty her own pieces, illuminating us both to our natures; Shifty, by seeing what her pieces are through the reflection of stagnancy, and us, by seeing our facets through the reflection of change.
And that’s by design.
Narrator needed us to have a bit of change within us so that not only could we actually act and slay the princess, but so that the world without Shifting Mound wouldn’t be just Nothing. But a consequence of that is the presence of the voices.
We’re the Long Quiet, stagnancy and nothingness, we are static, we can’t really change, just perceive, so we can’t really hold new perspectives within outselves, they need to be broken off — shards of broken glass reflecting back to us the perspectives we can’t hold — and because they also reflect part of Shifty (change), they are able to grow outside of the perspective that first molded them.
That’s also why I think Quiet will never stop breaking off into new voices, that’s simply how they experience the world aka. STP is a plural narrative evidence 237.
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Ever since I've started paying attention to how published authors use punctuation, I have stopped caring about sentence fragments, or overusing commas, semicolons, and em-dashes.
You gotta let your sentences flow naturally. Sometimes that means not using three em-dashes in a paragraph because it is distracting. Sometimes that means using three semicolons in a single sentence (*cough* Frank Herbert).
Maybe the rule is, don't use fancy punctuation/fragments if following grammar rules and conventions will do, but sometimes your sentence just sounds better with six commas, an em-dash, and no verbs.
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