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Waitttt the brainrot might be coming back after like half a year lmfaooo

Anyways here’s some Brance and a lil Vance doodle 🤞🏾

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GUYSSSSSSSSSS

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CHAPTER TWO OF TWNY IS OUT!! ^_^ please read the beginning and after notes, I’ve cleared some stuff up

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REAL ASF

(not so) patiently waiting for The Black Phone 2

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Aughhh the curls are so fluffy

TODAY'S THE DAY MOTHERFUCKER

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Watching the Newsies (1992) and getting intense gender envy of my life just to feel something

Jack Kelly I need to BE you btw

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Holiday Brance? (Should I make this a fic?)

The bell had rung about thirty minutes ago, and Vance was itching to leave detention as per usual. He managed to bitch at the teacher that was watching over kids enough that he let him go early–not wanting to deal with Vance’s bullshit at the very end of the day. 

He was on his way out, when he smelt something heavenly drifting through the hallway. It was so distracting that his feet had brought him to the home EC class just down the hall, he peeked inside the classroom to find no one there. No one but the oven and that amazing smell. 

He waited outside the door for a while, waiting for literally anybody to come by, but no one did. He wondered if a teacher forgot that the oven was on, and maybe that teacher left behind some cookies, brownies or something like that. One thing about Vance was that he had a major sweet tooth–much to his mom’s chagrin. 

So he slipped inside the classroom, to look around for any stray sweets, no one would know, he thought. 

There was one counter that was in use, everything weirdly organized, then he saw a walkman on the counter. And he couldn’t help himself, he snatched the walkman and put the headphones on, clicking the cassette which didn’t give him anything. 

He rewound the tape back a minute, and Jim Morrison's voice rang through, Vance scrunched his nose. The Doors? Really? He thought, now he was absolutely sure that a teacher was working late here, it had to be. 

Vance kept the headphones on while inspecting the oven, his mouth starting to water. 

“Hey! What are you doing–” 

Vance whirls around to find–Bruce fucking Yamada in a ridiculous apron. They both gape at each other in horror. 

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I fear I may be too old to be in this fandom LMAOO I’m going to college next year and the TBP fandom is full of little kids I can’t do this 😭😭😭😭😭

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I COLORED IT anyways Brance 4 ever 🙂‍↕️

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Avpol fic idea//short excerpt

Polnareff is afflicted with dreams of a dark skinned man on fire, yet isn’t touched by the flame at all. Unable to keep this in his mind, he takes his dreams to the sculptures, the dark skinned man getting clearer with every sculpture and dream. 

After countless busts and sketches of this mysterious man, the clay in front of him seems to blink, Polnareff chalks it up to sleep deprivation, torn between wanting to see the man again, and wanting to immortalize him in the clay. 

But with every day that passes the clay seems to breathe and move on its own, and one night the sculpture blinks and breathes, and suddenly, a man–the man standing before Polnareff, stares up at the man with awe.

 The man stares back down at him and smiles, “Do you remember me?”

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Alright TBP tumblr!! I’m humbly asking for any ideas for fics! If I like the idea enough I’ll write it! :3

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Chat do I color this

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Ehhh just some Bruce doodles

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Tenet. Neil/Protagonist.

Cared more about getting the foreground seamless than the background, so please forgive the sloppiness there, but I am very pleased to have finally gotten this idea out of my brain. (Better quality video version up on my instagram.)

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I'm rewatching Tenet again after a while, I'm at the scene where the Protagonist meets Neil for the first time and. Neil just seems like he's trying not to fall apart. Just. He cant seem to take his eyes off the Protagonist. His breath is hitched a little. He's sweaty. He's trying to not give it all away and blabbering about time.

You can't convince me that this man wasn't even a little bit in love with the Protagonist.

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If you wanted to read it it’s here :) it has a gender neutral reader so girls gals and those in between can enjoy !

Me writing Cooper x reader fanfic????? Pshhhhh

(I’ve written 3k words already)