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powdermelonkeg · 1 year
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gothwineaunts · 6 months
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" ...and this is my boyfriend's boyfriend... "
(shh shh it's just a meme it can't hurt you)
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Remember the time we met?
Sofia and Katya are happily ever after, I don’t care about anything else.
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livingjoke · 5 months
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James Somerton when someone on twitter politely calls him out for his blatant plagiarism:
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mizgnomer · 2 years
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David Tennant / Tenth Doctor / Fourteenth (!?!) Doctor for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)
Regenerations, What-What-What's, and Teeth
Bonus: Lizo Mzimba interviewing David Tennant about Doctor Who for BBC News
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allastoredeer · 30 days
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Hello I had this dream last night and I need to share it with you!!!
We know the whole crew is invited to the Cannibal Cookout for the weekend.
So I imagine Al is gonna let cameras take pictures of him and Lucifer, that way the headline of his relationship with the king of hell will reach the seven pentagram faster(it was showed that he can take pictures when he wants to, since vox kept one). But that also mean he is gonna be exposed for the first time in probably forever. Like he is known for his terrifying radio podcast, which means that not many ppl know about his true form, especially new born sinners. So I can only imagine the surprise of those people to see the radio demon , the scariest overlord of them all, being a cute deer with a a fluffy tail and all the package that comes with it. Also Alastor mentioned to Lucy to ‘Wear your Sunday best.”, which might imply that he is gonna wear something nice as well…
It would be hilarious if Half of hell will start simping for Alastor and downright ignoring Lucifer.
I can imagine the internet exploding with Alastor pictures and people going like 'aww his ears are moving’ or something, sinners go as far as make fan club about him, meanwhile a certain picture box is having a mental breakdown…
~Valentino: “u know u can just say it that u want him”
~Vox: “Alright alright fuck yea I do and so Does half of hell. God damn it”
Meanwhile Angel reading through the chaos Alastor just unleashed
“oh he is so stealing my job already”
Lmao
OFC In all of this Al is completely oblivious about the situation he caused, so the crew tries to keep him out the flow, to not freak him out, which it’s not hard at all, since the dude doesn’t have a phone, but he does get a bit suspicious when Lucifer makes him wear something to cover his upper body, almost as far as making him wear an hat and glasses lol(I don’t see Lucifer as being who enjoys losing himself on new trends and gossip on the internet, so Angel probably showed him a innocent picture of them, but Lucy made the bad choice to go read through the comments. Nonetheless to say he was scarred for life, and decided to take it upon himself to protect Alastor’s privacy)
Also Alastor can probably sense when someone takes pictures of him, twitching his eyes and tail but otherwise leaves it be for the sake of maintaining the charade.
This was it ehehe, I kinda felt bad I woke up from that dream, I honestly wanted to know how it ended.
Either way I can’t wait to see how u are planning to go with it. Cause I just know u are gonna make me love every second of it😆👌
thank you for listening
Ps I wrote this at 5 in the morning a week ago, and I am not sure if I already sent it to u or my mind is playing tricks to me…so I am sorry if u already got the message.
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Heheheheh I love this! You have the BEST dreams. I'm so in love with most of Hell not knowing Alastor, or not really remembering what he looked like, since he's been gone (and Hell is expanding by the thousands every day, so of course there would be people who don't know him).
And so they see him for the first time and it's such a stark difference to what they were expecting XD He's developing a fan-base and Lucifer has to scare them all of (otherwise Alastor WILL murder. He will).
And no worries! I did get the ask from earlier! Sometimes, if it takes me a long time to get to an ask, that's because I want to draw some doodles for it like the pics above ^.^
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midnight-m4ss · 7 months
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I think I'm incredibly funny
We won't talk about how long it took
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we’re Queen fans, of course we have a love/hate relationship with the movie
we’re Queen fans, of course we’re passionate about AIDS awareness
we’re Queen fans, of course we’re gonna argue about whether it’s spelled Deacy or Deaky (IT’S DEACY)
we’re Queen fans, of course we sing the guitar solos
we’re Queen fans, of course we’ve attempted Roger’s falsettos
we’re Queen fans, of course we hate Paul Prenter
we’re Queen fans, of course we mourn the loss of Roger’s great sounding maracas
we’re Queen fans, if we have guitars of course we’ve tried to play them with a coin
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Bruce: I have a plan. Alfred: I have the hospital and Clark on speed dial.
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bakahimesama · 6 days
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So everytime Redspring posts something new, I go back through all the information they've posted previously to see if I spot anything I didn't notice before. I got to the flower section and-
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Sounds like there's a lot of dogwood in the ruins of Lovent. Okay, alright, cool, so the flowers are hinting at story beats, awesome. What do the others have to say?
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This one's obvious, Kuras has ties to the Senobium.
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I can't really find anything specific in this one, other than Ocudeus is shady. Maybe everytime something drinks from the Seaspring, a new flower blooms? Idk
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Vere and Kuras are not escaping the divorce allegations with this one.
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And Leander is not escaping the undead allegations.
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angeart · 2 months
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a cuteguy design
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little-pup-pip · 3 months
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25 Days of Agere Moodboards! Day 1: Favorite Animal!!
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rain-eats-stars · 8 months
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these two tragic little gay men will be the death of me (art creds to @/hausmakes)
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idiot-swanwich · 20 days
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How am I meant to explain to people that one of my favorite ships is basically just Kakashi from Naruto and Shrek.
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Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Information Pt.2
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Apprehension
TW: Torture, graphicish violence, angst Summary: Backstory time >:)
A Study in Torture, Rescue
1 Month, 3 days ago
You grunt softly, hoisting yourself over the wall and dropping near silently to the ground. You cradle a fractured wrist to your chest, cursing Ghost and his inability to fly a helicopter. 
“Hang on kid!”
“I’m trying!” 
“Shit! Ghost you’ve got to level the chopper!”
“I’m! Trying!” 
“Don’t let me fall, MacTavish!”
“Y/N!”
“Oh my God.” 
“Ghost you have to turn around!” 
“I can’t!” 
“Y/N!”
You shake your head, breaking out of the reverie. Focus, you tell yourself. You creep silently through the enemy encampment, sticking to the shadows. Your eyes dart back and forth, constantly scanning your surroundings for danger. 
You crouch, moving behind a tent as voices sounded from in front of you. You watch as soldiers walk past you, sighing in relief when they don't seem to notice you. That relief is short-lived however, as cool metal is pressed into your back.
“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Heavily-accented English sounds from behind you. The man holding the gun pulls it away, then slams the butt of it into your temple. You don’t even have time to respond before the world goes dark. 
You come to in a dark room. Grunting, you try to sit up, but stop when spikes of pain flare through your wrists. Your head spins and you look down, blinking sluggishly. Your eyes widen as you finally notice that you are handcuffed to a table, hands up above your head.  
“Good morning, pretty bird.” Slightly Russian-accented English sounds from behind you, “about time you woke up.” A man comes into view, and though it takes you a few seconds, you recognize him. 
“Colonel Kravchenko.” You mutter, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. 
“So you know me.” You say nothing, just follow him with your eyes. He sighs softly, moving next to the table you are strapped to.
“So, Y/N L/N. You know, you really should not be in enemy territory with an I.D. on you. As it is, I now know pretty much everything about you, including the fact that you are a member of an...elite team I have been hunting.” He double checks your restraints as he speaks, circling the table and stopping by your side. 
“Being as such, you have information I want.” He grins, “You can give this to me the boring, easy way, or you can let me have fun.” 
Fear coils in your belly, but you do not let it show. You are a trained, battle-hardened soldier, and you will not give up your team for anything.
“Well, pretty bird? Are you going to talk to me?” You remain silent, watching him. He grins sharply at the silence, almost eager. 
“Good. I hate the boring ones anyways.” He moves out of your line of sight, returning with a covered cart next to him, “There are a few rules we’ll have to go over before we start, of course. But we can introduce them slowly, I don’t want to…overwhelm you. The first, and most important, is that you will address me as Sir whenever you speak.” You snort, rolling your eyes at that.
“You think that's a funny, pretty bird?”
“A little, yeah.” You snark, trying to hide your fear.
“Sir.” He says, annoyed.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t.” 
“You are a soldier, no?” You nod instinctively, confused at the turn in conversation. 
“It would be a shame for you to never be able to hold a gun again, wouldn’t it be, pretty bird?” he croons. He slides his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers. If you weren’t concussed, maybe you would be able to guess what he was about to do, but your brain is foggy, thought process muddled. So it comes as a surprise when he jerks his hand up, forcing your fingers back. There is a crunching noise as your bones shatter, fire lacing up your arm. He squeezes the broken fingers and you scream. 
“Pretty bird, you and I are going to have so much fun together.” The man laughs, letting go of your hand, “Now, we’ll start off simple. What were you doing in my airspace?” You say nothing, teeth clenched, eyes watering. He turns his back to you, flipping the cloth of the cart. You watch through blurry eyes as he pulls something from it before flipping the cloth back over. In his hands is a towel.
“I’ll ask you one more time. What were you doing in my airspace?” You say nothing, just stare at him. He smiles, delighted by your decision to play hard to get. 
“Your choice, pretty bird.” He drapes the towel over your face, obscuring your vision. You panic, breaths coming in rapid bursts at the inability to see anything. You calm down slightly as the towel is flipped down so you can see again, still covering your mouth and nose. You blame the concussion again for not being able to put two-and-two together, but you are confused until he returns, bucket in hand. 
You squirm pointlessly, trying to get away. The man simply chuckles, pouring the water over your face. You hold your breath for as long as you can, but eventually you exhale, gasping as your lungs demand air. Immediately, the wet cloth is sucked to your skin, suffocating you. You panic, no longer able to control your breathing as you inhale sharply and gag at the water running down your throat in a vicious cycle. 
Though it feels like hours, you are only under the water for about a minute before the cloth is pulled away. Your body heaves as you choke, gasping greedily for air. 
“What were you doing in our airspace?” You say nothing, just sob softly. 
“Have it your way, pretty bird.” The cloth is placed back over your face and the water is poured again. And again. And again. 
~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~
“Bloody hell.” Ghosts snarls as he brings the chopper to a rough landing. He jumps out, followed by Soap and Gaz. Price stands in the hanger, waiting for them.
“I heard.” He says solemnly as Gaz opens his mouth, “They are sending men out to look for them, and it took every favor Laswell has ever owed me to get us sent out.” He turns on his heel, not bothering to check if his men were following. He leads them to a briefing room, slamming the door shut behind him. 
A map of the enemy territory is projected on the white board, upon which Price draws a small red circle. 
“This is our best guess as to where they landed. We have received no communication from them since they fell.” He pauses, sighing softly, “Officially, they have been marked K.I.A and this is a body recovery. Unofficially, this is a rescue op. We don’t lose hope until their body is on the table in front of us, okay?” 
“We are rolling out tomorrow.” He continues, “So get to the infirmary, get checked out, and get some sleep.”
Sounds of agreement echo from the room, and Gaz and Price exit, leaving Soap and Ghost alone in the room.
“Not your fault Johnny.” 
“Not yours either Lt.”
Neither of them believe the other. The guilt lays heavy in the room, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. The minutes drag out for hours as they sit in stony silence.
"If anyone can survive out there, it's Y/N. We'll find 'em." Soaps voice trembles slightly as he breaks the silence. Ghost nods in agreement.
"Lets hit the rack." It's not a suggestion. They walk out of the room side-by-side, both thinking the same thing.
My fault.
 Soap still holds the glove that had slid off your hand as you fell from the chopper. 
Okay question. When you finally get rescued do we want major PTSD or only some PTSD?
Also do y'all want more torture scenes or do you want the rescue?
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zarvasace · 11 months
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The last Linked Maze update was REALLY PRETTY
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