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here is something i haven’t seen people talk about.

RESPECTING YOUR DUPLICATES

no one is forcing you to interact with them, or follow them or even look at them. there is a blacklist for a reason if you don’t want to see them around. but people need to get rid of the idea that THEY own the character, and no one else can play as them. get rid of that mentality that no one else is allowed to have that muse that YOU DIDN’T CREATE, and that anyone who has that muse should be chased away because they aren’t you. that makes you an asshole quite honestly.

unless it’s your OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTER, you cannot tell people not to write a muse. it’s okay to be uncomfortable with duplicates, i think we all get a little anxious or nervous about them, but it is NOT okay to try and chase them all out. vagueing about them, sending them hate and telling them they’re not good at what they do? that’s fucked up. so stop. you do not own that canon character you’re playing and you should stop trying to chase them all away and acting like you’re the best of the best. everyone brings something to the table.

so just. the moral of the message is RESPECT THAT DUPLICATES EXIST AND QUIT TRYING TO CHASE THEM AWAY BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU SHOULD BE THE ONLY ONE.

that is all.

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this blog isn’t inactive, true, but this is a notice that i keep a statcounter on ALL my blogs. if you’re being weird and stalking my pages, i see it. 

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i hear you with the maria teaming up with the punisher thoughts but i counter with: a maria who hates the woman her husband has brought back with him in her absence. the overseas affair, the one he swore he was over. the war that stole him from her. 

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The Punisher | Frank Castle ► you have nothing but a war inside you

“Then it hit me. All of it, you know. The first time I felt how tired I was, you know, I was just… tired, you know? You ever been tired, Red?”

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did i talk shit? absolutely.

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[requested by: @littleredridingkira]

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“shit my coworkers say” sentence meme

adjust as necessary! 

“And the animal peacefully asphyxiated itself.”

“Are you guys debating how hot your sons are?”

“Are you trying to say hyperbole? Because that is literally the worst way you could have pronounced that.”

“Did you just call the boss Mom?”

“Exam week is where teachers go to die.”

“How to make friends and influenza people.”

“I’ll see you in the future.”

“I’m just a dude with a rocket launcher.”

“I’m salty today. I ate so much sodium it’s not even funny.”

“I’ve made mistakes. This shredder is one of them.”

“I am broken. I am extremely broken.”

“I can’t afford tiny trucks!”

“I can’t go. My water’s going to break tomorrow.”

“I have a wedgie.”

“I have to watch people fall into my trap.”

“I want to be a beautiful robot.”

“If it’s your birthday and I don’t know who you are, I’m unfriending you on Facebook.”

“INDUSTRIAL ACCIDENT.”

“It’s a lonely feeling, knocking on the Ghostbusters 2 door and no one’s there to answer it.”

“It is always sunny in Nunavut.”

“It is not just a fancy glove, my guy.”

“Let’s face it, the industrial revolution is the most exciting thing that’s happened to these twelve-year-olds.”

“Let Dad take care of this.”

“Librarians can choke, I need this book.”

“Making pizza, singing a theme song!”

“My cousin Jackie thinks your hat doesn’t fit, so I’m unfriending you on Facebook.”

“My foot is a table.”

“My mother never expected her child to give her a manicure in her coffin.”

“No need to check in here, no bodies!”

“One is the loneliest number…”

“Polar bears are no big deal. It’s fucking ticks you gotta look out for.”

“Rules of the sea.” / “WE’RE NOT NEAR THE SEA!”

“Shh, no more tears now. Only dreams.”

“Sorry. I thought you were canoodling teenagers.”

“Stop asking questions about my made-up story.”

“That guy is boating on land.”

“The capital of Canada is NOT America!”

“The kid is so far from getting on the train. He lost his ticket sometime last month.”

“Trying my patience with the inaptitude.”

“We’re teachers. We’re responsible for children.”

“We can’t rely on these children in our old age. We should get comfortable with changing each other’s diapers.”

“We gotta find a better word for this than ‘registration’.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Where’re you to, eh?”

“You’ll never get the antidote!”

“You’re literally mansplaining giving birth to me right now?”

“You took pictures of your dead brother?!”

“Your head looks like a squished watermelon.”

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@seiismic && @interniisms are bad influences

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frank: did you know? billy: i knew frank: she loved you ghost of maria: loved you PAST TENSE BITCH, CHOK,E

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Eighth Generation is what modern Native American design looks like without cultural appropriation 

Louie Gong describes his company, Eighth Generation, as “a Native-owned, community-engaged small business that began when I started putting cultural art on shoes.” It’s true, in 2008, Gong began decorating sneakers and skateboarding apparel with indigenous Nooksack patterns — a move that, as a Nooksack himself, set him apart from the non-Native designers who’d been doing so for years. As demand grew, so did Gong’s ambition.

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liisacastle:

Now, there was a voice Lisa hadn’t heard in a very long time. The blood slick knife dropped from her red coated hand, clattering to the ground. Whipping around, she saw a face that haunted her dreams. “Mom,” shock and confusion coloring her voice. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Her mother was dead, that was what this whole problem was. She was doing this for her.  Lisa took a step forward as if to embrace her, but halted. She took a quick look down at herself, making a face. Innards clung to her clothes and pieces of the man’s skin were dropping off of her. If she recalled, she put one of his fingers in her pocket after telling him that she was keeping it as a trophy (she wasn’t). “This-listen. Wow, holy shit I can’t believe you’re…no listen. This has to wait. I have to finish something but I’ll explain everything ok? Just…holy shit, I can’t believe this.” Joy, fear, and rage all colliding inside of her and Lisa was having a hard time pinning down which one she wanted to focus on.  

you can't be a mother without your CHILDREN. it's a fucking bitter thing, but it's the truth isn't it? it's not the first time the thought has crossed her mind like a statement, FRESHLY PRINTED for headlines, as if it's an announcement. maria's never been good with children; she's pretty sure they love frank more. the nights where she was the most bitter, all alone in her two-person bed, she told herself she only loved frank because he gave her THEM.

( he practices his SHITTY GUITAR playing outside under the shade of a park tree, where anyone can see him. failure comes not as a fatal hit but a constructive criticism, the vulnerability of learning - do teachers love each student? if so, frank - wherever he is now - must absolutely adore lisa. )

she knows this. she knows this. she knows he loves his baby girl. loved. they're all dead now.

❝ young lady! ❞ maria cries out at the second curse, also for the audacity of FINISHING SOMETHING when she's covered in blood like this.  ❝ god, you are just like━ ❞ she cuts herself off, unable to speak ILL of the DEAD ━ or rather, the dead to her. she can’t send her little girl, her eldest, to that same grave that she shoved her husband into.

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maggie's muses

                 @atrocities​   ╳   —    lucifer morningstar   ╱   lucifer (tv show) - vertigo comics

                 @mrcstgln​   ╳   —   maria castle   ╱  punisher (tv show) - netflix marvel

                 @synviant   ╳   —   thanos   ╱  mcu - marvel comics

                 @threeclaws   ╳   —   james “logan” howlett   ╱  xmcu - marvel comics

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@liisacastle liked for a starter !

her  ghosts  are  like  hearts  and  knives  all  at  once,  commanding  blood  to  their  will.  they  summon  blood.  they’re  covered  with  insides.  she’s  seen  the  news;  her  man  is  on  the  front  page  of  every  paper  with  that  damned  skull  on  his  chest  ━  insides  covering  the  outside  ━  and  she’d  thought  it  was  just  the  two  of  them  left,  living  on  the  fringes  of  their  city,  unable  to  enter  the  walls  that  sheltered  them  and  their  children.  their  house  was  ash.  FRANK  had  done  that.  coated  himself  in  blood  and  guts  and  bones  to  keep  away  the  winter  chill.

and  lisa ━  

she’d  always  looked  like  her  father  to  maria.

❝  what is this?  ❞  she  asks,  her voice  scraping  her  throat  a  little  as  it  comes  out,  like  painting  the  sound  of  her  with  the  inside  of  her  neck.  she  trembles  as  her hands  fist  at  her  sides,  and  she  spits  out  viciously,  ❝  what  the  hell  is  this,  lisa?  ❞