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whitedahlia13 · 1 month

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She remembers how his eyes fluttered open when her small hand slid over his larger one. She remembers how he released the blanket he was clutching to grasp her palm.

She tells him about the drowsy but rather adoring way he gazed up at her when he sighed, “You came back.”

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” she weakly reprimanded.

“Thought I told you... I sleep better when you’re with me.”

Not bothering to suppress a smile, she recalled, “You did say that, didn’t you?”

“Mmmwhat are you waiting for then? Get in.”

“Stiles, there’s hardly any sp—”

She remembers the droplets that leaked from his eyes when he appealed, “Please. We can share. I wanna... I wanna share everything with you, Lyds.”

And she was done for.

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radioactivezone · 6 months

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THIS PLACE IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR.

NO HIGHLY ESTEEMED DEAD IS COMMEMORATED HERE.

NOTHING IS VALUED HERE.

WHAT IS HERE IS DANGEROUS AND REPULSIVE TO US.

THIS MESSAGE IS A WARNING ABOUT DANGER.

this is an rp blog within the ctrlverse. entirely based on personal interpretation &. will likely not be entirely canon-accurate. run by hazard ( 13yrs , she / it pronouns ). asks and interactions are encouraged !

ABOUT CT!TUBBO . . .

tubbo is afab &. does not identify as a particular gender or sexuality. it, in technicality, uses he/it pronouns, but does not care what you call him in the slightest. he is autistic, has bpd, and has adhd. none of these are treated.

tubbo is a hybrid, a sheep to be exact. do not bring up that it is such. if necessary to bring it up, he is a goat.

tubbo is incredibly trusting, and may sometimes seem too kind—which, ironically, makes him seem untrustworthy. it tries very hard to please others. he will sometimes act immature, or even too mature, in an attempt to get the older people surrounding him to like him.

in the moment, tubbo is around 16.

tubbo gets very easily attached to his friends, thus making him easily swayed. you will not see him with a lot of the people he attaches himself to, as he has to see them secretly.

OOC TAGS . . .

general ooc : #treading lightly

angst : #getting stung

trigger warnings : #( trigger ) tw

ooc asks : #spilling honey

IN CHARACTER TAGS

general : #talking very loud

in character asks : #speaking of the devil

reblogs : sharing memories

CHARACTER TAGS

@amongfeathers : #working hard

@kindagirl : #baking a cake

@lackhumanity : #slipping down the road

@mistforest : #looking at the sky

@raccoondiscs : #finding a way home

@divisiveexplosions : #tuning a guitar

@citrusdoctor : #treating a sting

@solarshadows : #staring at the sun

#treading lightly #treating a sting #spilling honey #talking very loud #speaking of the devil #sharing memories #working hard #baking a cake #slipping down the road #looking at the sky #finding a way home #tuning a guitar #getting stung #staring at the sun

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tetsunabouquet · 8 months

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Oh my fucking god, my mom found this old poster of years ago, and I just had to share it because this place did play a role in my artistic history. I blurred my face, as I do not want to do a face reveal, but this is me when I was like 17, wearing Miku cosplay at my local art cult. I'm saying cult, because that was how our art teacher always jokingly called us. We even had this secret code word like Tumblr has 'I like your shoelaces'. De Garenspinnerij is basically the local art center, and they have this art club for teens where you are taught comic-specific drawing, from drawing itself to practising storyboards. At the end of every year, our stuff would be compiled together to form the yearly Fat Raid Comix edition. Because of me being good looking but also having a unique sense of fashion, my art teacher loved to take photographs of me. I also posed for his adult sketching class twice in my old lolita clothes. This wasn't even the only photo of me that ended up being used by De Garenspinnerij in the late 2010s. Weird how when I was a little kid and under a modelling contract, I never booked a job, yet when I let it expire and just stay clear of the spotlight I ended up as the face of a place. LMAO

#tetsutalk #flashback #memory lane #sharing memories #art center #art #model #modelling #comics #art club #being the face of something #late 2010s #sharing a bit of me as a teenager #hatsune miku #vocaloid #cosplay #i like your shoelaces #secret code

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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 5 months

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These two kids are Hamza (the oldest) and Qusai (the youngest).

Their mother shares this video and bids them goodbye. They were both killed by Israeli bombardment 5 days ago. She says:

[Two days before Hamza and Qusai were killed, hamza asked me: "mom, when we die, where will I go?" And I told him: "you will be a bird in heaven, my love." He said: "and Qusai?" "Just like you inshallah."

And indeed, two days later, he left and took his brother with him. It's like he was preparing me for saying goodbye to both of them. Heaven is more beautiful than any place on this Earth, habibi. We will meet and be reunited one day, me, your dad and you two].

Our kids don't deserve to die already thinking about what will happen to them, they don't deserve to die already terrified, anticipating their death because the world failed them and decided their lives mean nothing. We are not numbers. Remember their names and their stories.

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theoldaeroplane · 8 months

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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

#writing #art #music #games #things i have to remind myself of daily #anyway ive found those things you're worried about sharing are often the most powerful things you CAN share #i hope you write #<- i would like to replace that tag with something that is less conversational #it makes reblogs awkward #anyway good morning. i have so many things to do today but instead i am crafting a memorial to my partner's best friend in my fanfiction.

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cinnamonchaos · 1 year

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oh how i love being a woman

#sisterhood #sharing memories #i love being a woman #smoking together #illustration #sunnny wu

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wickedlarkspur · 4 months

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a very major part of being in the doctor who fandom is watching critics say that “doctor who has become too political” or “doctor who has become woke” as if it wasn’t political the last ten times they said that

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kisstytea · 1 year

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My grandma was a huge LGBTQ supporter and when I came out to her she promised she wouldn’t tell anyone without asking me. One day she bought me these pride socks because she said they “reminded her of me.” God I miss her, that woman was so sweet!

#sharing memories #the gay speaks

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squidpedia · 2 months

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Clover’s Memories

Part 1

You were prepared to die, but did you ever stop to think of what would come after?

Beginning / Next

#uty #undertale yellow #undertale yellow clover #clover undertale yellow #clover uty #uty clover #clover #utdr #clovers memories comic #YALL IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS FINALLY BUT ALSO I AM NOT THE BEST WRITER SO PLEASE BE KIND THANK YOU #this is made purely for fun so I hope its enjoyable on some level #undertale #pedias art #comics

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heartfulselkie · 9 months

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Lady Noire sure is a delightful creechur

#been moving art stuff around so I've rediscovered a bunch of sketches and drawings i never finished/posted #i don't think i shared this one before?#if i have then oops there go my bad memory again #i really need to draw more kwami swap stuff #i love it so much #misternoire #lady noire #mister bug #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanart #miraculous fanart #selkie draws

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whitedahlia13 · 2 years

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She was happy.

And there were stars everywhere – in the winter sky outside her window, all over the ceiling and the walls, even on his cheeks and in his eyes.

Drenched in serene comfort, their faces mere inches apart, she gazed at him. His expression was soft, relaxed, content. The incandescent glow from the Christmas tree was tossing flares behind his head like a halo. Stiles was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen – all of the light from the inside somehow visible on the outside. Within it, she saw her best friend, the person who knew her better than anyone else, the person whom she trusted with her secrets and her life.

Two years earlier, Lydia never thought she could feel so close to anyone. But everything that she and Stiles built since then had brought her to a place where she couldn’t imagine a life without him. She wondered if he felt the same, and when he spoke to her, she knew that he did.

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 118

Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t-

Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into.

Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?