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thorinsbeard · 1 year
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A movie for every year since I was born: Fern Gully (1992)
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a-todd-illustration · 4 months
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Merry Christmas
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nap-mak · 8 months
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Someone: How badly did you want to be Crysta as a child-
Me: Not much, i wanted to be best friends with her, not really be her
Someone: -I wasn’t finished, in this particular scene, how badly did you want to be her?
The scene:
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Me: ….HOW BADLY DO YOU THINK-
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bitterflykiss · 1 year
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A comic in progress titled, "Don't Forget Me"
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franollie · 16 days
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rewatched one of my all time favorite movies and now I have brainworms
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themancorialist · 9 days
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Oldham Street, Manchester.
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mossymeteor · 9 months
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❤️💚Ferngully Redraw💚❤️
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puppetgutz · 1 year
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I watched Ferngully recently and was reminded of a forgotten crush
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A greatly underappreciated 90s gay crush/awakening
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astudyincontrasts · 2 years
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Imagine silco fucking reader with the handle of a knife 😳
Imagine I actually participated in those five sentence NSFW prompts.
Psyche, its five paragraphs bc you know I don’t fuck with brevity.  
With Pips, the reader OC from Partition:
“Nnnngh!”  You ground down upon the knife, riding both it and the swipe of Silco’s thumb across the swollen torment of your clit, kneeling upon his desk before him, fucking yourself on the knife buried blade down into his blotter, bound hands before you holding your short skirt up for him and bared breasts spilling over the cups of your bra bouncing gently with each little bucking thrust.
It was always this way between you two; needling at each other until one of you broke and let temper get the better of you, and then the real fun began.  You’d overstepped mightily this time, though.  He’d managed to get ahold of one of your knives in your enraged tussle, cut the panties off you and drove it hard into the desk.
Beneath you a puddle had begun to collect, turning the pale green paper of the blotter you knelt on into a slick, dark verdant shade.  The rippled and ridged hilt of the knife with its gently curved pommel, cold when you’d first lowered yourself onto it, now felt molten hot as you rode it.  Silco’s thumb picked up its pace as he watched you in veiled amusement while you gasped and shuddered out the third orgasm he’d managed to wring from you.
He tsked as he eyed the spreading damp upon the blotter and leaned forward to spread your dripping cunt, ready to take up the work of his thumb with his mouth next.  Thighs were trembling with the effort to keep going, and you were sure the second you felt the warm lick of that tongue on overstimulated, throbbing nerves you’d break.  He wasn’t having it, though.
“Don’t stop now, pest.  I told you, this doesn’t end until you’ve soaked that entire paper.” 
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gears2gnomes · 1 year
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Pipin is rather annoyed from Cheris impatience.
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phijodo · 6 months
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Pip designs! I’m making a playing card deck based on fantasy beasts. Lots left to do but I wanted to establish the suits before getting too deep into the face cards or the layout of the cards.
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nap-mak · 9 months
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Eyyyy, it's me, what's up, my vacation is almost over and so i've decided to give you a lil something i've been working on, enjoy :)
Incorrect quotes staring Ferngully (it's mostly just Batty but i try to even it out)
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*the gang in general*
Batty: I think we're missing something.
Crysta: Teamwork?
Zak: Cohesion?
Pips: A general sense of what we’re doing?
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*how Zak and Pips quarrel really went*
Zak: *Screams*
Pips: *Screams louder to establish dominance*
Crysta: Should we do something?
Batty: No, I want to see who wins.
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*take one of Zak trying to teach Crysta slang*
Crysta: Zak, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?
Zak: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later
Crysta: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Batty.
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*take two of Zak trying to teach Crysta slang with a Batty who tagged along*
Zak: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?
Crysta: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Batty?
Batty: Probably “road work ahead”.
Pips: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.
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*Batty locking himself in Zak's room*
Zak, banging on the door: Batty! Open up!
Batty: Well, it all started when I was just a lil pup...
Zak: No, i meant-
Crysta: Let them finish.
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*unapologetically spiteful*
Batty: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
Zak: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
Batty: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
Zak: edible
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*jebaited*
Batty: Don't worry, I got a plan.
Crysta: Alright.
Batty: TraitorSayWhat?
Zak: Excuse me?
Batty: What?
Crysta:
Batty:
Batty: No wait-
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*More of Zaks and Pips rivalry*
Crysta: You have to apologize to Pips
Zak: Fine.
Zak: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.
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*With how many times he's been hurt this might as well be true*
Batty: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
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*The writers when they decided that killing Batty in the end of the movie was a bit to much*
Batty: What’s up guys? I’m back.
The whole fairy colony: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. We literally saw you die.
Batty: Death is a social construct.
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*Zak’s job sucks ass*
Ralph, addressing the other workers: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.
Zak: But – that’s just a trash can.
Ralph: It sure is!
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*Pretty in character*
Pips: You often use humor to deflect trauma
Batty: Thank you
Pips: I didn't say that was a good thing
Batty: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny
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*Batty's treatment towards Zak summarised*
Zak: I was arrested for being too cool.
Batty: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.
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*The fucking saxophone solo in Battys rap*
Crysta: What time is it?
Batty: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out
Batty: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*
Pips: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING
Batty: It’s 2 am
THIS. THIS MY FRIEND, I LOVE YOU FOR!
ITS SO GOOOOOOODDDD AAAAA
i will be rewatching the movie at my earliest possible convenience
(also thank you for the Pips in there my man is underrated)
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mitchelldraws · 28 days
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Pips will give you a taste of real FernGully wildlife
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goblinthehoard · 5 months
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nicholasdsutton · 1 year
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for: @philippaed
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Eyes blue and serene, round as beads; fascinatingly pretty, in her highest spirits (unperturbed by fear or dullness) and exceedingly delightful at the prospect of shining before the English court - the entrance of Philippa Grey, his bride, transfixed him with excitement. Pippa possessed a fair, fragile style of beauty which one was entirely incapable of enduring - in taking such a wife, Nicholas had prepared to guarantee her an existence of all sunshine. By mere glimpses of her, it was easily proved that genuine love - if not ardent admiration - was at her command. Nicholas invariably bored his wife with compliments - but how beautiful she looked, so fresh, with a shape altogether English. He took her hand, and bade her to turn airily round, as to undergo a cooler inspection. Never was the distinction between duty and ambition better exemplified than in her - he suddenly felt the dishonour of his own diffidence, of his pusillanimity. "Be sweet to me, Pips, and allow me to award you compliments a woman of your order deserve. Your dress is spellbinding, even if your beauty requires no ornamentation. Have you yet been approached by eager panting courtiers, wishing for a bit of sweetness from your lips?" 
  Flattery and fiction both ran from his tongue, but her presence invoked glibness. "Your sisters are equally beauteous in every way, though I think you rank chief among them - though you shall spare me my love? From their wrath should this information be repeated; I know your sisters to be deft with wielding slippers, and as cunning as they appear sweet." Nicholas bore a mischievous smile about his lips, and in his eyes a look of elation. One never tired of gazing at Pippa, her cheek with its wholesome bloom, her eye with its temperate blue light - she pleased not with moderation, but with consistency) 
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