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percy-the-enby · 1 year
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I have decided to no longer be something physical and concrete and shall become simply a wavelength. I want to be able to worm myself underneath the skin of those I find interesting and find a home there like a parasite. I want to be able to have my entire being affected by music. I want to inject it into my veins. I want to ascend into a higher plane of being and exist beyond mortal life. I want to become a god.
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marzipanandminutiae · 28 days
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"most allegedly haunted houses turn out to have gas leaks!"
no they don't. you are merely skimming the surface of mundane shit that can be wrong with old houses with your one puny little explanation that only fits a very small number of cases. try harder
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kenjakusbraincum · 7 months
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Sukuna is old. He is also weirdly cultured for the monster that he is. With so much time on his hands, he loves indulging in arts and literature, and as with everything else he tries, he's good at it. You wouldn't know this, of course, you are only his pet. The time you spend with him is limited and hardly consists of intellectual conversation. You are there to serve one purpose and you know that quite well. So when you wake up in his bed one morning, two things come as a surprise. First that you're even here. It's one of those rare occasions when Sukuna couldn't be bothered kicking or carrying you out of his chambers once your time together was up. Second, he's awake, bent over his desk and so concentrated on a little figurine in his hand that he doesn't immediately notice you've shuffled awake. Once your eyes focus, you see that he's holding a tool in his other hand. He's carving wood. You're almost hypnotized by the scene. The scene feels so private that even for a pet like you, who knows Sukuna in the most intimate way, it feels like you shouldn't be watching. But you can't look away.
"Awake?", he asks, without sparing a glance at you. You apologize for staring, and look for your clothes around the bed. You throw them on just precisely enough to cover up until you reach your chambers, just wanting to be as quick and innocuous as possible. You wait for Sukuna's approval to leave. He gives you a simple nod, once more avoiding to look at you. You leave feeling conflicted. Special, because he allowed you to stay and watch (even as little as you did), but saddened because he barely looked at you, once more solidifying in your mind that you're only interesting to him when you're naked and bent over. As long as you've been here, you could never stop wishing for his validation.
Sukuna knows when you get insecure too. He notices the way your eyes droop, the way you close in on yourself and seem absent in his presence. He justifies this excessive worry about you by telling himself he likes to be the only thing that bothers his pets. All the way until he realized he already is the only thing that can make you sad. This realization falls upon him one time he lashes out on you and sees the immediate change of heart on your face. Now, he isn't one to apologize, especially not to someone who is as low under him as his pet. But why does he feel guilty when he sees this one act of his ruin your day? When he catches a glimpse of you sitting in the garden with your head hung low, or leaving more food on your plate than you usually do. If only you knew the way you really made him feel.
He beckons you to his chambers, and you follow three steps behind him like a good pet does. You didn't expect this time to be any different than others. You've become used to serving Sukuna on days you loved him and on days you hated him. But when he tells you to close your eyes, you know something is different. You obey, of course, and listen to his footsteps as he fetches something from the room. His hand takes yours and opens it, placing a piece of wood onto your palm. You already know, but you wait for him to allow you to open your eyes. He lightly presses his thumb on your cheek under your eye, and when you look, you find a small wooden fawn, curled up and asleep in your hands.
"Master!!..", you start, but nothing else can leave your mouth. You turn the figure around in your hand, inspecting and admiring the details. He's given you gifts before, but not ones carved by his own hand. Not ones made with love.
"You don't have to squint anymore.", Sukuna says, almost jokingly. But his face is as serious as ever as he looks at you, his muse. He thinks of the first time he's exhausted you to the point of passing out right after your nightly meetings. You were relatively new and very unsure of your safety. He thinks of your small body curled up in sleep on the edge of his bed, knees pressed to your chest in a primal, subconscious attempt to protect yourself. His little pet, his fawn.
You slur on and on about how beautiful it is, how you don't know how to thank him, the usual when you receive a gift. And as usual, Sukuna shuts you up with a kiss. You welcome it and wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself in to him and letting him take you to the bed.
And he takes things slow tonight. He's gentle and so, so giving. Every sensation is delicate, prolonged and heightened to exhaustion. You cling to him, pull him impossibly close, and come apart under the comforting weight of him. Afterwards, you hold his hand to your face and kiss it softly. His hands, so large and strong, capable of such violence, yet for you they craft gifts, cradle, caress, love... in a very subtle and distant way, of course. With these thoughts your hands slip away from his, you turn around and quickly drift off.
He looks at you now, sleeping so close to him. Trusting him with your back, and turning your curled up form to the outside world. As if he is no longer a perceived danger. He smiles to himself in victory, and plants a chaste kiss to your shoulder to wish you one final goodnight.
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zweigpatrick · 10 months
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James Dean, Natalie Wood, Sal Mineo in REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE (1955) screen test
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father-killjoy · 5 months
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As someone who’s lived in the Deep South their whole life, this drawing of Engie as a lil kid personally offends me.
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I don’t know who that boy is, cause I know for a fact Engie was a chubby lil redneck child shooting at beercans and small animals with a BB gun he built himself.
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miumes · 8 months
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"i can lure forever anywhere if we need. i just have to message him something"
"oh you're pulling that card?"
WHAT IN THE AO3 IS HAPPENING HERE???
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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Daughter of delta Yu, show them that you're no fool!
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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sarcasticmothdraws · 19 days
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I'm back on my meds but due to the few days hault in between I feel icky. so im just drawing whatever sticks.
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lionfloss · 1 year
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samglyph · 11 months
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I can’t be the only member of the unhealthily obsessed with gravity falls as a kid to unhealthily obsessed with malevolent as an adult pipeline
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cyncerity · 4 months
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people really liked the tits clip apparently, so here’s a clip of the theater breaking down and being unable to play the movie properly
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just-french-me-up · 1 year
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Hyperfeminine characters 🥰🥰🥰
Hyperfeminine characters who aren't portrayed as stupid, vapid or vain 🥰🥰 Hyperfeminine characters who genuinely enjoy quote unquote feminine interests and aren't vilified or looked down upon because of them 🥰🥰 Hyperfeminine characters who are big on female friendships rather than thrown into jealousy and "cat fight" arcs 🥰 Hyperfeminine characters whose deep interest in fashion isn't considered superficial and silly, but interesting and respectable! 🥰 Hyperfeminine characters who aren't the butt of the joke and who are well-rounded characters with depth 🥰🥰
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pierppasolini · 2 months
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Natalie Wood and James Dean photographed by Dennis Stock, on the set of Rebel Without a Cause
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sha-ka-re · 3 months
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do you think that as spock went inside the warp core to save his loved ones, he thought of pike? do you think he thought about how this is probably the last thing that pike would have wanted for him, because he never would have wanted spock to have to put himself in mortal peril like that? do you think he wondered if pike would have been proud of him anyway?
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ghost-bxrd · 2 months
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Protective fae!Dick, please? This is my favorite AU, I can't get enough of your writing
That’s so sweet 🥺💚
Okay at this point I can admit I have thing for (over)protective characters so I’m all too happy to oblige lol.
Anyway, protective fae!Dick:
He doesn’t notice he’s being overprotective most of the time. When the people close to him mention a minor inconvenience his first instinct is to remove that inconvenience from the equation altogether. It’s a steep learning curve, because when Bruce first took him in he didn’t realize he’d have to stop Dick from killing half the Rogue gallery in the span of a few months. “But they hurt you,” he’d pout, “and it wouldn’t be really killing, anyway. I’m just… recycling them.” “…” “I could let them keep their consciousness—“ “N O”
Friends, while cherished, do not get to claim the same level of protectiveness. Dick would always come to their aid, of course, but for each request for help he keeps a tally mark in his head; accumulating favors. Only his family are exempt from this.
While there have been a couple close calls over the years, none will ever compare to the time he came back from a mission to find a member of his family gone. To this day Dick refuses to talk about the first couple weeks after he found out. And around the same time each year every plant and tree seems to wither and rot for a while before suddenly bursting back into full bloom. Jason has to return to the manor for this time each year, or Dick will absolutely track him down and drag him back himself. Neither he nor the manor lets him leave until Dick is back to his cheerfully self.
Any close calls with the family after that automatically result in several weeks of house arrest for the respective family member, courtesy of carnivorous deer and some over enthusiastic tree roots that enforce this rule with absolute prejudice.
If someone tries to kill a member of the family while Dick patrols with them/is close by, the only thing the batfam can do is damage control. Because while they can usually stop him from killing the perpetrator, it probably isn’t very ethical to allow a borderline eldritch being to cry their brains with his strange magic either.
Alrighty that’s all I’ve got for now <3
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strange-creature-222 · 5 months
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The neat thing about being a Will Wood fan is that you find this decently sized community of people who like this guy and you're like "wow look at all these people I can talk to!" But it definitely isn't that BIG of a community
But after a while you realize that they're everywhere, the best example I can give is that I'm in quite a few different discord servers, for quite a few different things, and I can't name one active server that doesn't have at least one or two Will Wood fans™ and its not like it's always the same people
Idk I just find it really Interesting and cool
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