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congrats to batman forever riddler for being voted THE riddler sexyman!
[for more fun dc polls like this…]
the sexyman competition family <3
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Going through some shit rn.
Lost my job a month ago and I’m having a hard time finding a new one. There’s a promise of one on the horizon but unfortunately promises don’t pay bills.
I think I’m going to continue hiding out here for a while, away from the real world.
I got five words for y’all:
Please be nice to me.
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zarvasace · 2 days
YO! for your lil writing thing, vidow using the word: bird! Only if you want to of course lmao
Course I wanna :D An excuse to write Vidow in yet another unexplained, random AU??? Count me in.
Shadow had to hold his floppy hat onto his head as the wind tried to steal it away, rushing over his face and freezing the tips of his ears. He grinned into the clouds that parted before the airship, blown by the propellers and fading just enough to see the sparkling country below. 
The door slid open, then shut, and Shadow held out his hand behind him. Vio's fingers laced through his in response, warm. Maybe a little too warm, actually. 
"You're freezing," Vio said, speaking up to be heard over the rushing wind. He stepped in close so their shoulders pressed together. "It's a bit dangerous to be out here without a coat." 
"Danger? Who cares about danger?" Shadow leaned just right, so his chin propped up on Vio's shoulder. He had to admit, the scratchy wool felt nice. Maybe he really should get a coat. 
"I do," Vio answered, adjusting to make the position more comfortable for them both. "I don't want to lose you again."
Shadow scoffed. He didn't discredit Vio's worries, but he felt invincible now. He threw his free arm out to the sky like the wing of a bird taking flight. "You won't. We're free!" 
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mydetheturk · 2 days
man. im reading trimax and ive watched the 98 series and tristamp, and i gotta say two of the biggest themes I've come across in trigun are grief and hope. i gotta rewatch the 98 series to fully absorb it and and tristamp has Consumed Me, and its slow going on trimax, but those are the two big ones.
grief and hope and the intersection of the two
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mudwerks · 2 months
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(via Saw this giant plug at goodwill and have no clue where it goes to. : pics)
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stil-lindigo · 6 months
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a blank page.
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feralmoonlight · 4 months
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cowboys are ok I guess @castercassette
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luvgianni · 12 days
you’re gonna look me in the face and tell me mike wheeler would not be the clingiest man ever as soon as him and will start dating. you’re gonna look at me and tell me that mike wheeler wouldn’t need to be touching will at all times to function properly.
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wormspoodle · 2 months
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one day I will figure out how to make my doodles have a cool layout like other artists but until then here we are
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riacte · 9 months
This is a cruel joke, Grian thinks as he squints at Scar’s backside. Scar’s completely oblivious even as Grian feels his pulse thrumming into tune with Scar’s. There’s an ache in him, itching and clawing at his heart, the tell-tale sign of a soulbond. It feels an extra limb, an odd jolt in his heart. Grian’s hungry. Scar’s hungry. Grian’s hurt. Scar’s hurt.
Grian knows. Scar doesn’t.
At first, Grian thinks it’s all a joke. But he watches Scar chase after allays and Jellie pandas and proudly proclaiming them as his soulmates and Grian’s heart sinks. Just a little bit.
Do you not care, Scar? Do you not care that we’re soulmates?
And Grian hates himself even more because it was him who weaved up this world. Him who designed this, crafted this from his visions, and the universe decides to give him and Scar another chance. Like the last two times wasn’t enough. The universe is nudging and pushing its creator into the same direction, time and time again— but for what? It all ends in tragedy anyway, rings of cacti and bloodied fists, so why bother? Why Scar, of all people, again?
So Grian sighs and picks up the dripstone. It’s his duty to look after Scar, it always has been. And Scar has to know. But Scar doesn’t care, doesn’t spare him a second glance, he cooes over his Jellies and then smiles at him, so oblivious yet so excited about his cats.
“Look directly at me,” Grian asks as he puts the dripstone on top of Scar. It falls down and hits Scar, and Grian winces at the sharp pain.
Scar doesn’t look at Grian. He’s gazing at his Jellies in adoration.
(They’re soulmates, and he doesn’t care, doesn’t care doesn’t care—)
“Scar!” Grian barks sharply, and he can’t even bring himself to be mad because that’s how Scar is. He’s falling into the same trap the universe set him up, he’s going to have to protect Scar again, and Scar’s disregarding himself as always, because that’s how they work, and—
Grian has one more dripstone. One final try.
“Ready? Look at me.”
And Scar’s green eyes meets Grian’s; curious, earnest, yet so oblivious.
“I’m looking!”
The dripstone falls. It lands.
Scar cries out.
Grian just sighs.
Matching blood splatters on their armour, a shared pain coursing through them. They’re mirrors of each other. Their eyes are locked. And Grian sees that Scar finally understands.
There’s a long pause.
“Oh,” Scar says softly. “Oh.”
(The universe murmurs to itself in glee, pleased that it’s done its job again.)
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kruelsaffron · 5 months
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pangur-and-grim · 7 months
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pangur is the only thing stopping me from adopting one of these crusty white grandma dogs. I dont know why they call to me so strongly, or why they’re always 9+ years old. I don’t think they have a larval form, I think they spawn pre-aged with their eyes pre-crusted
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paintuesday · 3 months
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startistdoodles · 4 months
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wis-art · 10 days
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women love each other
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shepscapades · 6 months
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Did someone say Talk About Etho Tuesday?
(Yes, this is a thing now, or something. It hath been so decreed. Talk About Etho Tuesday. send tweet)
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