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philomena-famulok · 1 month
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hypewinter · 11 months
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After Danny exposed Vlad and his corrupt dealings, the older halfa got the last laugh by getting his blacklists from all engineering jobs. Desperate for a job Danny ends up applying for a personal assistant position and he actually gets it. It only takes him a week to see how detached Bruce Wayne is from his own company. AND he has his 16 year old son running it as CEO!? No way is he letting that slide.
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thyming · 4 months
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khytal · 9 months
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for love and for peace (of mind)
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typhlonectes · 2 years
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i-spilled-my-soup · 1 month
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its-a-beautful-day · 1 year
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This lil wooly bear is making some tree stump stew! Would you like a bowl?
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earththings · 7 months
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happyheidi · 2 years
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(via)
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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month
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His back against the earth, cushioned by grass, oh how much Arthur longed for stars above to reach out and ask,
"What do you yearn for?"
He envisions their silent presence, with all burdens they store.
Perhaps they have a haven where his secrets sleep, only to be awoken when the yearning's deep.
But with no stars to ask, his heart remained back, tucked away in the confines of inked pages, bound by leather and secrecy.
𑁦𐂂𑁦
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seasononesam · 1 year
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Sam Winchester + art 
Christ Wearing the Crown of Thorns, Supported by Angels by Annibale Carracci
Saint Francis in Ecstasy by El Greco
The Crucified Christ by Peter Paul Rubens 
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philomena-famulok · 1 month
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Cut a hole in a bag filled with seeds of any kind and place the bag where there is a wind. (Yoko Ono, "Painting for the wind")
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hermitshippingbigbang · 4 months
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T-Minus 3 Days!
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Posting for the Hermitshipping Big Bang begins in 3 days!
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llovelymoonn · 1 year
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favourite poems of april
daniel nyikos potato soup
mary oliver when death comes
walt whitman leaves of grass: “whoever you are holding me now in hand”
kazim ali refuge temple
d.a. powell republic
toi derricotte natural birth: “november”
cathy song the age of reptiles
dante émile sharing a cigarette with joan of arc
rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”
mary oliver new and selected poems: “the summer day”
d.a. powell chronic: “continental divide”
kahlil gibran the seven selves
franz wright night walk
mary oliver the black snake
martha collins day unto day: “over time”
ada limón the bird knows he is going to die and wishes not to (recommended to me by @craigslistening <33)
aish (@sapientes) rubin’s vase
tom pickard nectarine
alicia ostriker song
d.a. powell the expiration date on the world is not quite the same as the expiration date on my prophylactic
james dickey the whole motion: collected poems 1945-1992: “the strength of fields”
everett owens strength from a mountain
denise levertov o taste and see: new poems: “the secret”
david st. john the place that inhabits us: “peach fires”
robinson jeffers their beauty has more meaning
thomas centolella almost human: “the hope i know”
elizabeth willis address: “in strength sweetness
amiri baraka s o s: poems 1961-2013: “tender arrivals”
mary oliver the black walnut tree
stephen spender new collected poems: “song”
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weidli · 8 months
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4.07 / It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
i realize this is supposed to come off as haha dean likes pretty girls but like. what he's actually SAYING is that if he could pick any body to live in he'd pick one that looks like a pretty girl. which is not the same thing
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The more powerful the magic the witch possesses, the more in tune the witches become with their magic.
Scott’s heart stops beating, and necrosis sets in. He becomes silent and more withdrawn, focused on his goal. It is debatable whether or not he even remembers Milo’s face anymore.
Cleo is both in the future and stuck in the past. One part is withered and nothing more than stone bones, while another is alive and beating, blood flowing through it’s veins, only to spill out when it reaches a rotting stump.
Shelby becomes more wispy and temperamental. She can shine as bright as the sun, become one with the fog and mist, or rain down hail like bullets. She is the closest mortal to divinity, and her temper becomes more and more volatile, sparks flying.
Pris is like a Cryptid beneath the ocean’s waves. Scales litter her skin, with bioluminescent spots scatter upon said scales. Her hair are like jellyfish tentacles, while her maw is filled with razor sharp teeth. Fins sprout from her limbs and coral grows on her skin. Look out for the shark in the water.
Joey simultaneously becomes cold as ice and as hot as fire. His skin is a pure white and icy to the touch while his blood boils within like lava. He is always melting and giving off steam like a kettle. It hurts, it hurts so much, but it’s nothing he can’t handle, he just wants to be accepted again.
Tiff is one with the green. Her flesh, bark and stems. Her blood, nectar. Her hair, thick vines. The forest guardian will endlessly expand the border of her forest. Those who harm the forest will find their innards strewn around the branches, like a brutal celebration.
Eloise’s form is no longer humanoid. It’s horrifying, with a single look killing those with shock. She uses her illusions to disguise herself, but is no longer able to remember her face, so she pretends to be someone else.
Lauren is the emissary of the desert, her body as sturdy as limestone, and painted with intricate patterns. She trudges through the desert heat, her bread no longer edible and her fillings long gone.
SHAKING YOU SO HARD
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