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moog-enthusiast · 8 months
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i lost my tablet pen and drew this on ms paint with my mouse my wrist is in agony holy fuck
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the-midnight-sugar1 · 4 months
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I don’t think he hears genuine laughter very often
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wombywoo · 1 month
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spring 🌼🌧️
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egophiliac · 8 months
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I love the idea of teenage Malleus hating his new baby brother Silver but slowly falling for him
words cannot express how much I adore that Mal's reaction to seeing a human baby for the first time was "the fuck is this. why does it look like that. gross." (then he immediately got stuck on babysitting duty and the rest is history)
I am SUCH a sucker for that trope of "non-humans being fascinated by normal human behavior", so between that and all the delicious angst going on I was eating VERY well. >:) Malleus being so impressed that two-year-old Silver can walk, because it took him twenty years to stand on two legs! Lilia barging in on the Zigvolts at 2 AM being like "he won't stop crying what do I do"! Lilia trying to feed Silver rats and Malleus being like "...please just stick with what the books say to feed it"! it is all so. chef's kiss.
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barney-likes-kids · 1 year
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fjordline · 9 months
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puppyeared · 1 year
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Design notes (+ a little Portal clownery)
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sciencebees · 7 months
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Post cancelled everybody check out my new bat flip
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arseniy-arsenicum33 · 3 months
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DocM77 with a new Hermit!
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Docm77 wouldn't just spread lies on the internet... They are gonna be best buds!
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tblsomedoodles · 11 days
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The Preferable Alternative-prologue-part 2
Start - Previous (just start) - Next
And here we go! : )
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lunarw0rks · 7 months
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wait ong imagine something where the reader is loopy from the medicine she took an accidentally tells tf141 she’s in love with them
backstory; you broke your arm slipping on icy pavement. naturally, your first instinct was to call your long-time close friend, who's now your moral support at the clinic.
you're really putting his bedside manner to the test.
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PRICE
in the midst of stroking your hair, waiting for your eyes to flutter open after getting the cast put on.
“see? all better.” he smiles warmly, watching you examine the chunky cast now setting your arm in place.
of course, sluggishly and with sleepy eyes from whatever they have you doped up on.
after a series of tired questions; how long were you out, how bad is the break, etc… you started to sober up a bit — but still sedated and slurring your words.
his fingers continued stroking your hair, moving strands from your face when you’d twitch too much.
“you’ve always been good to me. a good friend… so good to me, john.” you give a loopy smile, cherishing the feeling of his caress. “i think i’m falling in love with you. how crazy is that?”
even in the worst of states, you get the better of him.
price’s blood runs cold, the caress of his hand stopping momentarily. “oh, sweetheart, you won’t remember this tomorrow.” he shakes the confession off, trying his best to maintain his role of moral support.
you’ve made it hard. very hard.
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SIMON
didn't know how to comfort you with words — but got there as fast as he could when you called him. even though he didn't say much, it was obvious you gave him a scare, and he was relieved to find it was just a patch of ice and not internal bleeding.
promised to get you a milkshake after, so that makes up for it.
and with simon, you've learned that's a big step for him. to make promises, and to nurture and spoil.
he wanted to stay in the waiting room, but since you were in pain and pleaded for him to stay, there wasn't much bickering he could do with you. besides, you were drugged up; what could possibly go wrong? ...right?
sat in the chair beside the exam table, he tapped his foot anxiously while the cast was being put on. he didn't say much, but his focus was mainly on you or what the doctor was doing with your injury.
one of the few perks the horrors he'd seen; a broken arm is nothing to squirm about.
the confession happened when you were about to be discharged. after all the paperwork, simon held all your things for you without question, to prevent any strain on the fresh cast.
you wouldn't get up right away. you needed to say something.
"wait, wait..." you shrugged off his hand when he attempted to help you climb off the bed, glossy eyes staring up at him. "thank you. for everything you've put up with. i'm starting to— to see things differently. with us, si."
years and years of tight friendship. could it even be labeled that anymore?
shifted awkwardly for a few moments, unable to keep eye contact when you were so vulnerable. he wasn't in a place or state to unpack his complex feelings for you. "c'mon, love. lean on me." he motioned, allowing you to stumble against him as he led you out.
even though you didn't get a clear answer, there were a hundred things he wanted to say.
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SOAP
he was with you when it happened. a night of hanging out in front of a movie and enjoying takeout. you stepped out to take out the trash and ended up slipping on the ice and landing all your weight on your arm.
you phoned soap, who was still inside your place — completely oblivious to your injury.
already, it wasn't a good ending to an almost seamless night. you were enjoying his company, still stifling feelings like you had been for so long.
and now, sitting in the hospital bed. a scowl on your face while brandishing a new cast. "do ye want me to sign it?" soap asked, half-joking and half-not. you shook your head, getting chills as he placed a gentle rub on your shoulder.
you dizzily sat up on the exam table, handing him your belongings so he could carry them. "i ruined tonight, didn't i?" you asked, despite having no cause for the question.
soap scoffed and chuckled, knowing it was most likely the heavy sedatives talking. "oh, don't be like tha'. it's not a night out without some broken bones." well, he wasn't wrong. nights with him often ended in accidental bruises.
softly, he let your head rest on his shoulder as he walked you past the waiting area, and out to the veranda, where his car was already waiting.
"johnny..." you muttered against his chest, your words garbled from the medications. "i love you."
shaking his head, he opened the passenger door and helped you inside. hovering over you as he buckled you in, you smelled his cologne — the scent you'd learned to crave. "aye, i'm irresistible. but you're off your face."
he brushed it off with humor, but his expression didn't lie. the feeling in his chest didn't lie.
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GAZ
determined to stay in the room with you while they put the cast on, in case you wanted to hold his hand. even though you wouldn't feel any of it, seeing you in agony on the drive there was enough.
when the nurses finished, leaving you with an inconvenient sling and cast, he did his best to lend you support. "i broke my wrist once, during gymnastics. think you can top that?" gaz spoke to distract you, probably fluffing the details of the embarrassing juvenile memory.
your senses were foggy and sluggish, but you were lucid enough to speak. and the sedatives gave you an inkling of confidence to confess, which you otherwise wouldn't have.
your uninjured hand clutched his, playing with his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze, "i think we should be more than friends. i mean... you're always with me, i'm always with you. it just... makes more sense." you murmured nonchalantly, as if not dropping a major bomb.
his natural reaction was to shake his head and smile, despite a flood of nerves arising at the confession. whether he felt the same or not—and he did—he couldn't admit it like this.
with you, halfway lucid and in a sterile environment. it wasn't right.
gaz did his best to change the subject, sure to try not to bring this up tomorrow, "how about we get out of here first? let me set you up at home and then... we'll go from there."
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dracoj · 1 year
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glass onion demonstrates how great satire often seems prophetic since it draws on what’s plain to see in the present. fake-elon Miles Bron waters a crowd of sycophants to do his bidding, throws money around until smarter people turn his idiotic ideas into something workable; worse-elon bought twitter in what looked like a childish fit of pique, grand proclamations to finally rid the platform of bots and meanies*. but that can’t be what’s going on right? theres gotta be something we’re not seeing, no one would make such nonsensical, expensive, dangerous decisions just for notoriety. there’s gotta be some master plan. but no, glass onion says (way back in 2021!), the center is clear. to see it, you just need to accept that he really is that fucking stupid.
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pseudophan · 1 month
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dan's no homo era might have gone over better if he wasn't actively tweeting shit like this as it was happening. nothing inherently gay about it, your pants can be on the floor for many reasons, but it's not exactly dispelling any rumours when your entire fanbase thinks you're fucking for looking at each other
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lunarlivs · 9 months
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a typical night in gryffindor tower
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Killua: “I just want to be a kid and have a friend my own age who’s nice and do normal things like hanging out with them” :(
Killua: *befriends the least normal 12-year-old known to man*
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kitamars · 4 months
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heyyyyy have a dump of twitter ghg doodle reqs weeeeeee
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