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shhhhimwatchingthis · 23 days
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just started the X-Files after years of Pop Culture osmosis, parody, references and memes
But holy shit did none of you prepare me for the pathetic wet cat rizz of Fox Mulder. Puppy dog eyes every other scene. He loses every stand off with every other government agent, military op, co-worker he bumps into. Sassy little quips in between getting his ass kicked and the puppy dog eyes. he's deeply traumatized. he has no social life. he never knows whats going on. he's one of the smartest people in any room he's in and knows more than most what's going on.
This guy is just sopping wet vibes, desperate need to believe, and love for Scully. Character of all time.
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beefy-the-stronk · 10 months
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Fake Peppino/Bruno, because he's adorable and I rlly should draw him more
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Also Noise, getting a brutal reminder that Fakey is, in fact, a copy of the one guy that hates his guts more than anything
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doctor-yoshi-soul · 3 months
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Current mood
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lenoeninade · 3 months
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read a really cool fanfic and couldn't just not draw fanart for it
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Vincent Price and Peter Lorre behind the scenes of a photoshoot for The Comedy of Terrors (1964)
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preacherboyd · 1 year
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House M.D. | 4x09 Games
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elliottsmithee · 11 months
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he cool
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twitteringthings · 4 months
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BUT HAVE YOU READ Naked Color??
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thedogeveryonehates · 13 days
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🐔🐤🐄🤠
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Ok coming out of Anon for this.
What is so appealing about the clown robots?? I don’t get it what is so cool about the fucking clowns. This is the fifth blog that’s fallen down the rabbit hole and I don’t understand!! Help!! I can’t keep losing fic authors, please!!
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Don't worry, I promise I'm not going anywhere- I'm still firmly in love with the skeletons.
As far as for why I like them? Well, I can't speak for other authors/artists here, but I like that they're just some. scrunkley boys. Just some mentally unstable scrimbly little skronks. Some nice but evil skingkly long leggy men. Some dangerous handsome scrumbly cryptids. 3-in-1 scromply boyfriends. Scrawny sckrunkly multi-husband knockout combination combo breaker,
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hejustcancelledit · 6 months
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Mikyxdaily delivering, as always, photos I am totally obsessed with
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tiredguyswag · 2 months
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are you being held at gunpoint to read that fic? are you okay bestie?
im enjoying myself actually
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ahalliance · 8 months
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Antoine (about Philza): “And he has a sweet ass.”
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pacinglikeghosts · 2 months
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just to see you (in another life)
ronance + lavender marriage stobin | future fic/second chance romance | 6.5k words
After all they’d been through—fifteen years of space, a summer of confusing emotions, and a spring break of nightmares—there was still a part of Robin that, just like Nancy, longed for what could have been. A chance to have a life where they stayed together, settled down, and attempted to share in the life Steve and Robin had. A life that Nancy thought she’d despise.
“Would you be willing to consider it?” Nancy blurted out as they stopped at the end of the street. “I mean, the two of us. Would you be open to trying again? Even if it was just a one time thing while we’re both here.”
Robin’s face softened, buried in her jacket. “Yeah,” she nodded, her voice cracking ever so slightly. “Yeah, definitely.”
The year is 2001, and fifteen years after closing up the Upside Down and packing up her life, Nancy Wheeler gets a letter in the mail with no return address. Inside the letter is an invitation to her class reunion, and a personalized note:
Nance: I know you don’t want to come back, but everyone else will be there. Come see your family and say hi to us. We miss you. She misses you.
as always, layout credits to bunivys!
read it here!
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goblincow · 1 year
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raineandsky · 10 months
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#38
tw: vampires, blood
Something dark has been festering in the city recently.
The hunter knew this even before it was obvious. The blindingly dark nights, the strange fear to walk anywhere alone. It was only after that that people started to notice—the odd disappearances. The hunter knows he could’ve stopped it sooner, but any attempt he made was met with scorn; they saw him as a man out of business, making up stories in the hopes he could scrape up a little cash. Now though, the mayor has called him rather urgently to his office, and has taken to holding back dramatic tears as he tries to backtrack everything he said before.
“We’re dying,” he cries, and his emotion is met with the same distaste the hunter always received on the street weeks ago. “Please, you have to find this thing before it takes anyone else—”
“Oh, it’s a thing now?” the hunter spits. He knows he should jump at the opportunity for work, but the cuts the mayor left as he laughed him out of his office still haven’t healed.  “I thought it was a fantasy before.”
“I– I’m sorry. I know I was foolish.” The mayor snivels pathetically, and it takes a lot of willpower for the hunter to not roll his eyes. “My– my daughter… it—”
“You’re only asking because someone you care about got hurt?” the hunter snaps, and the man’s sniffling increases tenfold. “You’re a poor excuse of a mayor. I’ll do it, but because I care about the rest of the people who live in this city, unlike you.”
The hunter turns on his heel, ignoring the rambling thank yous the mayor is throwing as his departure. He pauses in the doorway. “I expect double for your insolence, by the way.”
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The disappearances seem to be from all over, but they all triangulate in the woods just beyond the city outskirts; people were seen walking this way just hours, minutes, before they vanished.
He’s never seen this thing, but he knows exactly what he needs to do.
The hunter treks through the woods as quietly as he can, leather briefcase in one hand, sharpened wooden stake clutched in the other. He knows what he’s looking for—the moment he feels that uncomfortable nausea is the moment he knows to strike.
He finds exactly what he’s looking for not too long later. Maybe it’s a new type of vampire, he considers. The thing is rustling around in the undergrowth, sweeping his hands through the greenery. It’s luring people into the woods somehow. I didn’t know they could do that.
He needs to observe it. If things go bad as fast as they did in the city again, he can’t afford to waste time twice. He has to learn this now.
Someone calls from further in the woods, her voice echoing between the trees, and the vampire perks up at the sound. A new victim. The hunter can’t let her die to this thing—but he needs to know how he hunts, so he opts to stay in the shadows of the forest to watch.
A girl appears in the clearing the vampire is waiting in, giving him a bright smile. “Hey,” she opens casually. “Can this be quick? Cassidy said she wants to watch a movie tonight, and the first ten minutes of Legally Blonde are the most important.” 
The vampire laughs shortly, the most human he’ll ever sound. “You know I can’t be too fast,” he warns as she holds her hand out to him. “I’m sure she’ll wait for you.”
The hunter frowns as he bends down to her arm like he’s simply laying a kiss upon her hand. He must have his victims under some sort of spell to be so willing. He has to be careful if they’re getting this powerful.
The girl pointedly averts her gaze as the vampire’s lips brush her wrist, and from the way she flinches the hunter knows exactly what’s happening. Does he intervene yet? How much is there to know about this thing before he knows enough to strike him down?
The vampire leans back after a moment, dabbing his mouth like he just ate a five-star meal. Said five-star meal is still very much alive, somehow unbothered by this ordeal.
“It’s like a blood test. I just can’t stand looking at it.” The girl smiles, glancing at the inevitable holes in her skin. The hunter can see the trail of blood they leave from here. “You’re welcome to come with, if you fancy watching it again.”
“Seven times is enough for me,” the vampire counters with a grin. “Thank you for this, my dear. I have to prepare a bed for our newest friend, so you have maybe an hour if you need anything before I take flight for the evening.”
The girl frowns confusedly. “Oh, I didn’t notice someone else joined us.”
The vampire tilts his head, looking past the girl and into the trees beyond.
Straight into the hunter’s eyes.
“He hasn’t joined us just yet,” he says, almost to the hunter in the treeline, “but he will soon enough.”
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