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bittsandpieces · 4 months
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Inspired by @lustfulghosts gorgeous pic (x)
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audrinawf · 1 month
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unpopular opinion but if a man likes you all you have to do is be loyal and pleasant to him. you don’t have to be paying his bills,you don’t have to prove anything to him, you don’t have to be cooking him him 3 course meals every single day or be his maid. A man that has you doing all the emotional, physical and psychological labor in the relationship doesn’t love you
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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best BEAST!!
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pbnmj · 10 months
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i deserve a spider-woman nepal..... miles doesn't have to be the only teen spider with a terrible bisexual mentor (enter my own sketches of the world's most annoying spiderperson, who i fling towards pavitr, complete with a design that's subject to change)
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thesmpisonfire · 3 months
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huidol · 3 months
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happy valentines 👍 day
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yellowjacketsource · 2 months
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Jackie & Shauna (Yellowjackets, S01E10) "End of Beginning" by Djo
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kyymie · 1 year
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//throwing tantrums//
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audrinawf · 1 year
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A man telling you you’re hot is not a compliment. A compliment is him wanting to marry you, take care of you and respect you.
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comradekatara · 1 year
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i think about their relationship so often.
the chiastic parallels between kanna risking her life to travel to the other side of the world during a war, only for katara to make the same perilous yet inverse journey north two generations later. how the shot with kanna looking on with tears in her eyes as hama is taken by the fire nation, the ship's hull closing as she looks out at her decimated tribe, her best friend with tears in her eyes, is a beat for beat exact callback to katara looking on at aang, the only difference being that aang attempts to smile hopefully for katara before his face, too, ultimately clouds over with despair. the fact that kanna is constantly nagging katara to do her chores, to stop messing around, to follow the rules, to stay put, to listen to her brother. she knows katara, knows her intimately, because she once was her. that brave, daring, hopeful, adventurous girl who wanted nothing more than to escape the confines of her of her monotonous existence, who wanted to travel and find freedom and hope elsewhere.
but katara is now her responsibility, and she knows all too well that a girl like that can be trouble, can be a danger to herself and others. especially if she's a waterbender. kanna saw her people massacred, her best friend taken by the fire nation, her daughter killed sacrificing herself for katara, the girl who carries the hope of her entire people on her shoulders. and she loves katara, she loves her so much, sees so much of herself in her, but it is also her job to rein her in, to keep her indoors, doing domestic busywork like sewing and laundry so she doesn't try to run off, try to run all the way to the other side of the world, so her antics, through her bending mishaps or otherwise, don't cause her to accidentally alert the fire nation and have their entire fragile existence come crumbling down after she and sokka have done so much to maintain it, to protect katara, even when katara feels like she is being smothered and overdisciplined and robbed of a childhood.
katara wants the opportunity to train with a master. of course she does. she considers her waterbending the most important part of her identity, the part of her that brought hope to her tribe and killed her mother in equal measure. she's the only person left who holds the key to their cultural artform, this crucial piece of their heritage. and of course kanna would love it if katara could hone her craft, but her first priority is always keeping katara alive, and if that means she can't become a bending master, then so be it.
raising a teenager is hard, really hard. they don't like being told that ordering them around and telling them to stay in the borders you've drawn for them is "for their own good." the only reason kanna doesn't have the same problem with sokka is because he doesn't actually consider himself a teenager (although he very much is), and he not only follows her rules but enforces them. they are on the same page; safety is the priority, katara is the priority. but katara hates how restrictive their rules are, hates how sullen and strict and serious they are. how hopeless they are, how resigned they are to leading lives of misery in the fraught safety they've created for themselves. she wants to see the world, to have fun, to have friends, to help others instead of being the one constantly being protected and sheltered.
of course, kanna and sokka are not hopeless and depressed and numb by nature; they have been hollowed out into shells of themselves by the war, by the promises they've made to keep katara safe. sokka grows so much by traveling the world, absorbs so much new knowledge so quickly, makes new friends and lovers, gains new perspectives, reaches his full, incredible potential by being dragged out of the comfort zone he clings to in the pilot. and kanna has already undergone her bildungsroman, lifetimes ago. she knows what it is like, what it means to experience the adventure katara desires. but she never told her. she never once mentioned to katara that the south pole is not all she knows, that she too once longed to leave the place that was stifling her, suppressing her freedom. she is afraid to tempt katara, to be anything other than the strict authority from which she once left everything she ever knew behind to escape.
until the avatar returns. until the legend she used to tell katara before their world became too hopeless, of the old days when the avatar kept balance and the world was not at war, is made real again. when katara, who found aang, who believed in him from the beginning, brings the avatar back, through her desperation and her rage and her indomitable hope for a life that can be bigger and better than kanna and sokka's dour little pocket of resignation and grief.
kanna has always believed in katara, has always known that there would come a time when katara was to bring back hope to their tribe. so now, trusting sokka, katara's sworn protector, to stay by her side and do right by her, she ushers them on their journey. katara, her little waterbender, hero of the southern water tribe, and spitting image of kanna.
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I read a hundred and twenty six chapters of space mystery and all I got was this stupid hyperfixation
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viverridae · 1 year
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🖤💀🐈‍⬛
(1999-2021)
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soaked-ghost · 1 month
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ink who motivates people because he doesn't want them to give up on themselves like he gave up on himself (!!!!!!!!!) ink who wants people to create and live the life he never had the chance to live because of his soullessness (!!!!!!!!!) ink who will never give up on anyone because he knows what it feels like to be gave up on (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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Happy 10th anniversary to probably one of the most formative animated movies in my life, and still one of my favorites to this day ~ Rise of the Guardians!
❄️🌙🐇🧚🎅
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apalapucian · 21 hours
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he walks after lily down a corridor. she's fast, turns a corner, doesn't wait.
they end up at a dead end. she faces him then, with no choice. her cheeks are red, and she looks like she's about to cry, but she takes a deep breath as his steps slow down, raises her chin as he stops in front of her.
"whatever you have to say — " she starts.
"evans, i'm not going to — "
"no, listen. it doesn't mean anything, alright? it doesn't have to mean anything. so my patronus matches yours, so what, that happens — "
he feels the sting of that somewhere in his chest. "okay," he says. "but just — hear me out, will you?"
she crosses her arms. a self-hug, it seemed, more than the usual act of resistance. she looks up at him, purses her lips. he takes it as a go-signal.
"you have to know i never stopped fancying you," he says, the words rushing out, now or never. her eyes widen. she opens her mouth to say something, but he doesn't let her interrupt. he can't. "no, just — let me say it all first, please, okay? i need to — you have to know, it's not true, whatever you were told about jeanne. it's you. still you. always been. there was never really anyone else. and this... if you really, really think that the matching patronuses don't mean anything, if it's just some freak coincidence, then — then i'll drop it. i'll drop it forever. i'll try my fucking hardest to forget all of it." his hands curl into fists at the thought. he opens them, fingers flexing at his sides, high-strung. "but if it means something, evans," he pleads, "if there's even a slight chance, tell me. tell me now."
she blinks at him, the tears pooled in her eyes clinging to her lashes. the furrow in her brows isn't promising. he braces for a no. he braces for an entire life spent getting over lily fucking evans.
the moment feels like an eternity.
then she steps forward — snaps eternity in half just like that — surges up at him, on her tiptoes. and kisses him. long and hard.
"i hate you," she says eventually, both hands still on his face, her thumb grazing over his bottom lip. (why doesn't this one last forever? how do you choose, he thinks, who do you talk to?) "god, i hate you so much i could kiss you all my life."
he smirks. "same," he says.
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askbendyandpals · 2 days
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I hope this isn’t an incentive question, but how come there’s two Bendys? :0 Does it have something to do with how they were created, perhaps?
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