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suiheisen · 3 months

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women………….. | DOROHEDORO

(by the way. this is noi.)

#spiritually this too is yuri #do you like BIG BEEFY WOMEN. magic. blood. general bizarreness and hijinks???#then watch dorohedoro #and read the manga!!! (which is drawn by a woman. who draws big beautiful waifus)#dorohedoro #anime #q hayashida #manga #blood tw

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soracities · 1 year

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e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962

[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #e.e. cummings #in time of daffodils who know #the complete poems of ee cummings #life everlasting #and still i rise #reading #typography #m #x

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jq37 · 10 days

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I love Brennan being shocked at Siobhan translating elvish as if she hasn't translated Latin on this show without blinking. Come on, man.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #siobhan thompson #brennan be so real right now #who did you expect to answer that Q if not her?#they had to get 100% and they only had 2 passes!#how were you not banking on shiv getting that one?#also *I* know mellon is friend in elvish and I've never even read the books!#I have seem the movies though now bc of robin mostly #hi robin

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nat111love · 1 month

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THE ONES WHO LIVE ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode 4 ↳ What we

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lunarlagomorph · 4 months

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#A Manga About High School Boys Who Woke Up As Girls One Morning #q #screencap

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cchipollo · 5 months

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this is for the q fans i think

#star trek #star trek tng #video tag #edits #qcard #i think i have to tag it that #i think i hauve covid #shout out and apologies to the guy who motivated me to try star trek and now all i do is draw and think about q

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theacebard · 8 months

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Can I have my kids back

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp eggs #qsmpfanart #current brainrot like i--#i was going to work on fitmc fanart and then the eggs are GONE FROM THEIR BEDS #WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN #i also didnt know if i shouldve included richas' prosthetic in the shadow so he remains one legged OTL #this is gonna make no sense to any of my friends who dont follow qsmp but the brainrot must out #q!leonarda #q!pomme #q!dapper #q!ramon #q!richarlyson #q!chayanne #q!tallulah

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616nightcrawler · 9 months

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"actually joseph didn't cheat on suzie they have an open relationship" no he cheated he cheated so hard he happily cheated on his beautiful bombshell of a milf wife and was baffled and confused when his actions had consequences bc grandpa piss has been a self centered jackass for 80 slutty slutty years and then he hauled his geriatric ass home from morioh and suzie punched him in the head or something but like within a few week's joseph's love child is an anecdote suzie brings up at parties to embarrass him because i cannot stress this enough suzie q is a weirdo too and theyre soul mates

#do NOT deny joseph the right of being a dirty cheater who doesnt have the common decency of putting a condom on that is his TRUTH!!!#joseph joestar #suzie q #jjba

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51ft · 7 months

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I like how Astarion sometimes features in the background of your shartzel doodles. I feel like he would notice the sexual tension between them way before either of them clued into it. They are convinced that their obsession with hating one another is totally natural. After all, what's a little homoerotic murder attempt between friends? Meanwhile Astarion is keeping a mental tally of how many times they bicker before they finally "resolve their tension."

yes!! i agree with you!!

also in my brain he's just the funniest one to stick with the two of them as well

#doodle #shartzel #i just like to bully characters im sorry..#i think out of the remaining four origins astarion is the only one who can keep up with the snark #minthara is an option but i have not played with minthara yet...#...#shadowzel #q&a

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the-ace-with-spades · 2 months

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(I adore fics where Johnny’s family loves Ghost from day one, but, you know…angst)

Soap and Ghost had been together for almost two years. They never name the relationship, really, but it's serious and they both know it.

Thing is, Johnny's seen Ghost's face a total of four times, counting Las Almas.

Well, he sees parts of it regularly, more than others. Ghost will either roll the balaclava up when they're reading together in bed or when they're eating. Sometimes, when Soap wants to go out and Ghost indulges him, he goes in public in just either a face mask or a gaiter and Soap can see his short wavy blonde hair sticking all over the place and

The four times he had seen Simon’s face in it’s whole — obviously, Las Almas; one time when he was unconscious and bleeding from a head wound and Johnny had to check; one time when they took a shower together, Simon stayed with his back toward him through most of it, but when they finished, he let Johnny dry off his hair; one time, when Johnny asked him to see him for his birthday presents, a few minutes after midnight.

Johnny wasn’t sure why exactly Simon didn’t want to show him his face. It wasn’t a trust thing — he trusted Johnny with more than his own life — and it wasn’t like he was ugly — he was downright sinful. He never drilled the topic because he didn’t care, if SImon wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready, but if he had to guess, it was all to do with identity and being seen. No one knew his face — people could know his name, Simon “Ghost” Riley, but they wouldn’t know the man behind the mask. Wouldn’t know the people behind Simon “Ghost” Riley.

(Johnny wasn’t completely off on the assumption — Simon didn’t want anyone to know his face because faceless people weren’t missed. Faceless graves — like his own — didn’t have people to leave behind, and faceless soldiers didn’t have loved ones to find and he was both. No one could get hurt if he remained faceless. Or at least that’s what he’d been telling himself.)

And Johnny is okay with that — if Simon never showe him his face again, he’d still love him all the same. Johnny’s family? Not so much.

They’re supposed to be in Glasgow for five days total, leaving after Boxing Day. Johnny gives them all a warning, that Ghost is a bit shy and doesn’t like showing his face, he’ll most likely stay covered the whole time, he might be wearing a balaclava, or a mask, he probably won't eat at the table.

When they arrive at his parents house, it almost seems like everyone forgot. Like everyone thought it'd be more mild or that Johnny was exaggerating.

There are looks. There is silence. People can't stop staring.

His mam takes one look at Simon’s balaclava once they enter the living room and looks funny at them. “Ah thooght Ah tauld ye boays tae strip doon.”

“Mam, lea him alane,” he tries but he can tell that Simon is getting tense and his mam is getting tense.

His mam, who is usually the sweetest person ever, is uncharacteristically quiet and curt whenever Simon is around. Simon doesn't really know how to make it better — Johnny's never seen him so silent outside of stealth missions, he just stands there like a sore thumb, not making anything less awkward. He didn't expect him to — Simon's social skills are lacking and he loves him that way — but he expected his own family to not make such a big deal out of that mask.

His da is stern and silent, which is as disapproving as he gets. His sisters are a bit weirded out, but mostly focused on teasing Johnny, even making fun of the mask. With a stupid grin, his older sister asks, “Does he keep it oan in bed?”

Johnny doesn't say anything to that, even though his face feels red. His sisters stop laughing.

“He does?” When Johnny tries to step out of the room and avoid the conversation, his sister’s tone changes. “Hae ye e’en seen his face?”

“O’ coorse Ah hae,” he spits out. He doesn’t specify it was only four times — he doesn’t think it’d help. “And ‘s a bonnie ane, alricht.”

It doesn’t save the situation and his sisters are also weirded out and wary from then on.

The kids do not care — they ask maybe two questions, tilts their head as Simon explains and that’s it — and Johnny breathes a little easier as soon as his nieces push Simon outside to help them build a snowman.

The judgment doesn’t stop. Johnny’s blood boils any time it shows and even though Simon says it’s all fine, he can’t stop feeling angry about this. They just can’t get past the mask.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are difficult to Simon and Johnny knows it. He’s given him the option to omit the family dinner on both those days if he’s not feeling alright enough to spend those days in crowdy house filled with a flock of loud and cheery people of all ages.

Simon knows this. He also knows that if he says he wants to stay at Johnny’s flat for the time being, Johnny is going to insist he doesn’t have to go either, that he’d prefer to stay in with him and not go for the Christmas dinner. Which he also knows is bullshit — Johnny loves Christmas, loves spenidng time with his family, that was basically why he kept on insisting Simon couldn’t stay alone at the base for Christmas another year in a row. It was the main reason why he agreed to go with Johnny in the first place, he was pretty sure if he didn’t go with him, Johnny would insist he stays, too.

So Simon stays in for Christmas Eve — or rather goes to a pub while Soap spends the day with his parents — but insists they go to Christmas dinner.

His family is disappointed to see him there, to the point the usual manuevering around politeness and disapproving go onto a backburner.

“John said yer nae a fan o’ Christmas,” Johnny’s mum says to him pointedly.

“That’s right.”

“And yet ye’r ’ere,” she notes.

Johnny is far away from the earshot and he doesn’t want to lie to her so he admits, “If I didn’t come, Johnny would insist on keepin’ me company.”

“How come ye dinnae try to hae a bit mair cheer fur th' holidays then? Put a bit mair effort in for ma baby.”

Johnny notices and soon enough, he’s next to him, their arms brushing, Johnny’s hand on the small of his back. “Lea him alane, mam.”

“It’s fine,” he says even though it’s not fine. They deserve an explanation, even just to know what they son is getting himself into. “My family was murdered on Christmas Eve. I’m—I’m trying.”

The silence falls over the room — Johnny’s mum, dad, his sister, all present, not looking at them. Simon closes his eyes, tries to breathe.

Johnny rubs his back. “Let’s gae home.”

“I’m not ruining Christmas for you, Johnny,” he says. Before Johnny can deny it — and he knows he’d try — he tries to placate, “Let’s just have ourselves a minute to calm down.”

Maybe it’s the way his voice is perfectly levelled or the way his hand trembles as he squeezes Johnny’s, but he lets him leave the room.

He steps outside — to the backyard. Sits down on the step to the garden and lets the snow soak through his jeans and the top o his balaclava.

The kids come outside, tripping over Simon’s legs. They were all oblivious to the trails and errors of Simon’s integration into the family, so they approach him as always

“Whit's wrang?”

There’s just something so innocent in having a six-year-old girl covered from head to toe in pink and glitter worry about you. Simon would never admit it in front of Johnny, but he finds the accent cute.

Simon takes off the mask.

The kids all look at him and look at him, a bit unsure maybe a bit fearful — it can be a scary sight, he admits, the elongated, jagged smile that sticks to him no matter the mood, makes him more crazy than he already is — but only one of Johnny’s niece keeps her eyes on Simon’s face.

Shily, she asks, “Does it hurt?”

“No,” he replies. When she smiles, he smiles back.

Not anymore.

This is Johnny’s family. Simon can deny it all he wants, but Johnny’s seen him as family, as someone he’d leave behind, and it hadn’t been unrequited. He can’t hide behind a mask forever and maybe this was the kick he needed.

He steps back inside when his hands turn numb. He doesn’t put the mask back on.

Johnny’s eyes widen. “Simon?”

Simon just—smiles. He can feel the scars pulling on the corners of his mouth, the stiffer skin, but he’s not faceless. He’s not been faceless for a while.

Edit (29/03/24): This is now a WIP for a minimum 15k fic, titled don't shoot me, santa, that will have 4 chapters and will be posted (hopefully) later in the year

#this is like a very shortened version with some points cropped out #maybe this will be a full-blown fic at some point #who knows? not me for sure #idk maybe closer to christmas or sth if i have inspiration #i headcanon soap speaks scots whenever he's home/speaking freely and softens the accent otherwise #i love glasgowian accents but im not good at writing them so #ghoap #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod #call of duty #q #charlie writes #op

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suncaptor · 22 days

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Been trying to not bother anyone, but I am wondering if anyone could send donations. I can't pay rent today (even if I pay the half I will on credit) and more fees are adding on, and outside of some help I've barely been eating for a long time here. I'm just struggling to afford rising costs of living with constant new crises happening, and I haven't been able to get someone to take over my lease, so I can't just couchsurf. Not at all asking anyone to over extend or send me more if they've had, but if anyone could help I'd appreciate it.

(I have seen as many case managers and financial aid advisors as I can and am using every resource I can too! There's just not much where I am now.)

Paypal suncaptor

Revolut remsun

#incoherents #desperately trying to get my bank to let me use a virtual credit card to pay credit but failing 😔😔 i am just so tired of living insecurity #soooo grateful to anyone who's helped me though even if i haven't been able to use it to fix everything it matters 🙏🙏#i wish that someone hadnt stolen my car fr #and that my apartment complex wasnt evil #things are bad #schedule #for right before my rent fees go through the roof😬😬#q

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wizardyandcheesesammich · 11 months

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Absolutely hilarious that most of the server has either 1) forgotten Wilbur or 2) never even met him, so everyone just assumes Phil has two kids?

Devastated at the fact I don't speak either portuguese or french, I need to know what the logic is for why one dude has two eggs and no one questions it.

(This post was brought to you by the uncountable number of times people refer to both Chayanne and Tallulah as Phil's son and daughter without much thought.)

#I know some are just doing it for the bit #but the ones who truly have no clue wilbur exist and see phil with two kids #i crave to know their thought process #qsmp #q!philza #q!wilbur #q!tallulah #q!chayanne #do people think he just got a funky deal? buy one get one free?

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thejackalhasarrived · 11 months

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