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#ace attorney#polls#apollo justice: ace attorney#apollo justice trilogy#winfred kitaki#DEEPLY SORRY EVERYONE I’M NOT DEAD JUST DEPRESSED polls will be back on their normal schedule again#also merry almost christmas
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i was so good this year, santa came twice
#me#selfie#merry christmas#and to all a good night#hehehe#you’re welcome#scheduled post#mirror selfie#hope you didn’t get coal#enjoy your gift#also i almost wore a sweater that said that to my family christmas
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Inexplicably found this image in my phone gallery from June 2021 and. Yeah this is just the DnDads S1 dads to me
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#mine#doctor who#dwedit#david tennant#camille coduri#noel clarke#merry crisis!!!#baby ten in nine's clothes#still sad we didn't get to see old man ten in thirteen's outfit#SIGH#oh well it's almost 2023 guys can you believe it#11 more months until dw is back!!!!!!!!! scream#update on my vivillon quest: i only need ocean now!!! 2 more ocean pins and i'm DONE#tomorrow i get to go pick up these christmas cream puffs i ordered and i am so excited#and i also get to dog sit for my cousin and i'm very excited for that as well
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Merry Christmas !!! and Happy Birthday to Chopper 🎄❄❤🦌
#this one is is based on last year's drawing and snow globes hehe >:Dc !! also choppy is holding a christmas tree cotton candy 🎄💖💖#i hope that all of you have a merry christmas and some amazing holidays 💖💖💖💖💖#tony tony chopper#chopper#one piece#one piece chopper#diamondsheep art#my drawings#my art#one piece fanart#chopper one piece#christmas#oh almost forgot MERRY CRISIS !! lol
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I think I'll be ok, Hilbert.
#pokemashe#pokemon#cheren piper#gym leader cheren#rosa contreras-alba#trainer rosa#MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE GUYS#and also happy birthday Mr. Piper i GUESS#i did... rosa + him art#their relationship is very important to me#so autism to autism communication#guy who's trying to be the best teacher he can be by teaching a girl who almost reminds him of his old self#girl who comes to accept herself through her teacher who understands her in ways people couldn't#i dont talk about them a lot but i treasure their relationship lots#growing through each other#i was listening to a lot of bemani music while drawing this btw. idk if it came through#dont tag as ship#btw#im outside your house with a rock#anyways happy birthday mr. piper
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Merry Christmas my loves! I hope you've all had a wonderful holiday season 💕
#christmas#christmas card#fantasy art#illustration#dnd#dungeons and dragons#faun#satyr#these only went in the mail one(1) week ago so I KNOW not everybody has gotten theirs yet lol oops#for this one specifically I almost... really wanted to wait for everyone who's getting one to get theirs before posting but#also idk how long that's gonna take :')#UNRELATED but my evolution from 'I have to Disguise this dnd art as A Normal Christmas Card' to 'merry christmas. satyr butt'#is very funny to me#my OCs#nyssa#dungeons and doodles
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#merry christmas guys!!#God with us#and also memes#ace attorney#almost christmas means it wasn’t christmas#christmas edition haha#someone’s probably done this but whatever
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Net hug collection • Dominic Thiem & Diego Schwartzman • Miscellaneous
#behold the ultimate domingo net hug gif set#domi reaching down to burry his head in diego's shoulder pleASE 😭😭😭#also diego rushing to domi and almost smashing into him in that last one...#I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR#they're so soft together i'm sobbing#that third row one lives in my head rent free#it's my ultimate favorite#also domi's 🍑 in those blue shorts *heaving breathing*#THEIR HEIGHT GAP 💀#dominic thiem#diego schwartzman#domingo#tennis#net hug collection#secret santa#Merry Christmas V 🎄♥️
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It’s a bit silly but I get a bit peeved when people fail to understand the complexities of things yet still pass harsh judgements. Or when people claim to support someone but then actively go against that.
A lot of autistic support I see isn’t actually very supportive methinks. They’re supportive of the idea of us. They like the idea of special interests and stimming. It loses appeal when we act weird and get irritable and miss out on events constantly. It’s no longer a tism moment when you’re seen as a bother.
#just a bit frustrating#i love the autism support#but sometimes#ough#autism is silly until I’m not like you enough#autism is fun until my behaviour is obnoxious and I keep changing the subject to my spin by accident#grrr#i beg of you all please autism is a disability and it can fucking suck#it’s isolating and exhausting and sometimes really lonely#and it has ‘ugly’ traits#i hate to be that guy#because I think some autism jokes are amazing#but sometimes I get a bit peeved#because if the person making the autism joke doesn’t actually understand what autism is#it’s not funny anymore#sigh#I’m going to eepy#also almost merry Christmas Eve#autism#ramble#autistic experiences
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Small rant in the tags!
#FUCK andrea wagner#like wtf???#i know a few people are leaving the securitywaiter dreamtheory because of it#but personally I'm just saying nuh uh. I simple do not agree with Ness being a teenager.#He's literally played by a guy whos almost in his 40s.#so no. I am not leaving. I simply not going to look at that.#To me it's the mpreg in the fasbear frights.#or fucking fazgoo.#i simply don't vibe with it so I will not act like it exists.#also I don't know when the book was written but to me? It feels like Ness was changed after the fact to mess with the shipping.#And just. No. I do not agree.#I will ship these two middle aged white men. BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERALLY FUCKING MIDDLE AGED WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ANDREA WFTUDYGUW#btw I'm not like /mad/ this is just..#so fucking annoying!#Scott and co. didn't do shit when people were shipping adults with dead children in this franchise but now that there is#(Within the narritves people are writing) TWO CONSENTING ADULTS now is when you pull the plug?#(I do not BELIEVE that this is what actually happened but it is suspicious!) There (to my knowlege) isnt a reason for Ness to be a teenager#outside of all this#anyway. Wack.#merry christmas#securitywaiter#ness the waiter#dreamtheory#mike x ness#fnaf#five nights at freddy's
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Haiya!
I just realised that we've not really interacted much at all recently so i thought i'd check up on my mutual :)
How ya doing?
(Hope you're having a great holiday!)
AH HELLO
I'm doing pretty great, except for the fact that i have three hours to write an essay from scratch (i had to start over bc my thesis was not working)
but yeah otherwise i'm good XD
how are you? :D
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Joe had built his career around words. As an investigative journalist he knew the weight an article could carry when filled with facts that labeled the atrocities, and injustices, he had come across. He had given himself a sense of purpose as he navigated the dark corners of the southern coast for the better part of his twenties. But his most recent endeavor had been to publish a book about the Temple Brotherhood, a local compound that some in the small city of Blythewood, whispered was really a cult. Joe had been researching the group for the better part of a year now, never expecting to land an interview, but a late night call invited him to spend the weekend with them so he could “see the truth for himself."
And what a horrible truth it was . . .
Or. Joe and Nicky meet under the most horrific circumstances and Joe helps Nicky find his voice as they navigate several complex roads to healing. The path is long and winding, with twists and turns, and the question remains: can hope, and love, be found after so much pain?
Read it here on AO3
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A digital collage header with the words “Mark of Cain” in a dark gray cursive font, with the words “a TOG Cult AU fic” in a similar colored font underneath three themed mini collages. Each one contains four images to cover the first arc of the story, with various clues for the fic.
The first one has a kind of gray overall color pallet and shows a portion of a man’s nude upper body as he reaches for his collarbone, as well as two people walking down a path in similar clothes, as well as a man standing nude in the water - a circular array of hands reaching out around him, and lastly, a woman’s hands holding a scythe.
The second collage is in a blue green pallet, with the first picture being a close up of a bloodied iris, the second, a wounded hand reaching out from a thorn bush, the third, a nude bruised man lying in the grass, and the fourth, words on paper being burned in a fire.
The third collage is a beige color pallet, and features the upper torso of a man being bandaged, the second photo, a scattered set of photos with two hands hovering over them, the third, pinned photos on a board, and the fourth photo, two hands reaching for each other tentatively.
#merry almost Christmas - here have the darkest shit I've ever written#weekly updates - about 8k a chapter#tog fic#the old guard#tog#joe x nicky#please mind the tags - this one has no less than three archive warnings#comes with an introduction of the major themes so you can also make an informed decision#this was about a year late#but I promise it's all outlined - all fifteen chapters#first three all the way written#mark of cain fic#<- please feel free to blacklist that tag if you'd prefer to keep it off your dash#I'll mark chapter updates with that one#tw blood#tw bruises
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The Gilded Cage,
the world of dreams
Orodreth dies. Orodreth dies, but his spirit is caught and locked, added to the dragon's hoard. The reality mends and twists, creating a new life for the dead king.
CWs: unreality, implied character death
[This is my @officialtolkiensecretsanta gift for @elyksina! Merry Christmas and happy New Year!]
You are tired.
You are lying on the ground, staring into the thick grey mist through the half closed eyes.
Eru, you are tired.
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Orodreth woke up. His chambers were still dark.
He could feel Finrod awake several rooms away - he was certain the man hadn't even slept. Orodreth sighed.
He supposed it was his call to get up.
~
"Did you sleep good?" Finrod said, trying to break the deafening silence of the breakfast. Orodreth looked up.
"You weren't even sleeping, Uncle."
"Oh," Finrod looked aside, reaching for the butter. He stopped midway through, looked away, stilled. Pulled back. "Oh. Yeah, right, I wasn't sleeping. I still want you to sleep well, kid."
Orodreth sighed. "I'm not a kid a few hundred years already, Uncle. There was that paperwork I needed to work through, right?"
~
"Gwindor!"
Finduilas giggled, pushing away the dark-haired ellon, and hurried to Orodreth.
Orodreth smiled at the elf-lord.
Gwindor's face remained stone-cold. Gwindor grinned back.
~
It is over. It is over.
You lost.
Dust settles in your lungs, and you cough.
It's alright. You will be dead within hours anyway.
~
"Did you sleep well, Artaresto?" Finrod grinned, addressing him during a lively breakfast. Orodreth saluted him with his coffee.
"Better than ever, Uncle," he smirked, ignoring the ever present feeling of dread, doom dangling on a thin hair above his head, and passed the jam to Celebril.
"Oh," Finrod grinned. "I'm sure your father would love to hear that!"
"My-"
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Dirty hands grab you, and you gasp for air - no, you'll be dead, you'll be dead, you'll be-
You miscalculated, little gold, didn't you?
~
"Better than ever, Uncle," he smirked and passed the jam to Finduilas. "It's a shame father… isn't here with us. He'd be glad knowing we're doing alright."
Finrod's face softened. "Yeah," he smiled. "I think he would."
~
It's funny. It's funny! You thought you'd escape - you thought something as inconvenient as death would save you.
Poor, poor little gold.
It's alright. I'll keep you safe.
I'll keep you in check.
~
"No," Orodreth sighed, rubbing his temples. "Please, this decoration goes here. Yeah, like that. A bit to the left. Perfect, thank you."
"This looks spectacular," Finrod said, coming from behind. "You truly outdid yourself, nephew."
"Thanks," Orodreth smiled softly. "I want the wedding to be nothing but ideal, Uncle. Thank you for your help."
"I understand," Finrod took a sip of wine from his glass. "And it's nothing, I was bored out of my mind anyway. Can I ask you a question, though?"
"Sure," Orodreth shrugged, not taking his eyes off the decoration.
"Why have you chosen gold?"
"Wha- Uncle- these are clearly white."
"Are they?" Finrod whispered, and Orodreth turned to him.
"Were you sleeping well, Artaresto?" the dead king asked, looking at him with empty eyes, and Orodreth-
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"I understand," Finrod took a sip of wine from his glass. "And it's nothing, I was bored out of my mind anyway. Can I ask you a question, though?"
Orodreth inhaled. "No, I- I don't think I'm in the mood for questions, Uncle."
"Oh! Oh, that's alright," Finrod said, surprised. "No, it's fine. Do you need some wine?"
"No, I don't," Orodreth whispered. "I have to go now. Thanks for help."
"Finduilas said hi," Finrod threw to his back. Orodreth hurried out of the room.
The decorations were golden. The hallway was endless.
It was fine,
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it is fine, it is fine, it is fine it is it is, little gold. You're fine. You're alright.
You're so amusing, by the way.
~
They were in the middle of a sunflower field.
"Hi," Angrod said, and Orodreth's breath hitched. He fell into his father's arms.
"Dad," he sobbed, and his shoulders shook. Tears ran down his cheeks and fell on Angrod's soft robe. "Dad, dad-"
"Hey, it's alright," Angrod whispered, rocking him back and forth. "It's alright. You're safe. You're safe now."
"Dad, dad, dead, dead-"
"Shhh," his father whispered, kissing his forehead. "It's alright. Stay with me."
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Stay with him, huh? It would be a fun scenario to watch now, wouldn't it?
… I'll let it play out. I've got a whole eternity here with you anyway.
~
He was lying in the field. The skies were purple.
"It's peaceful, isn't it?"
"How are you here?" Orodreth scoffed.
Finrod shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not real."
"You- you are."
"Huh. That's new, little gold."
"Don't call me that."
"As if I have a choice," Finrod said. "Were you sleeping well?"
The sky was pink. The sun was setting.
The sunflower field was endless.
~
"Finrod's been all weird lately," Orodreth proclaimed, walking in the room. Angrod was pouring tea in his cup.
"That's Uncle Finrod for you, Artaresto," he scolded, but smiled soon enough. "In what way was he weird?"
"We were talking," Orodreth said, sitting in a chair. "He called me-"
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"He called me-"
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"He-"
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Come on, Artaresto. You can do it.
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"Artaresto?"
"Artaresto, are you alright?"
~
Are you sleeping well, little gold?
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Come on, Orodreth. Wake up. Please, I can't be with you any longer-
~
"You're- you're-"
"Hey, hey, everything's fine, alright? I'm here, you're here-"
"Dad-"
"It's alright, I'll make you some tea. You love- you love mint, don't you? Yep, mint and honey, mint and-"
The tea tastes like nothing, Orodreth thought absently. The tea tastes like nothing. I'm surrounded by flowers, and yet they have no smell. It's evening, but I feel no cold.
"Dad."
"Or do you want some warm milk? I can do that, I can do that too-"
"Atya!"
Angrod stilled and turned to his son.
His eyes were too blue and his movements were too stiff.
"I have not been sleeping well," Orodreth whispered. "I-"
"Ever since Bragollach," he choked. "Ever since you- ever since you and Uncle and Celebril-"
"Oh," Angrod whispered, and the next second his arms were around Orodreth, hugging him tightly. "Oh, Artaresto."
"You're dead," Orodreth whispered. "You're dead. Uncles are dead. Finduilas- Finduilas is dead."
"I am dead, too."
Angrod didn't move.
Orodreth inhaled and laid his father on the ground. Angrod's hands were cold and unmoving.
"I don't want to sleep forever," Orodreth whispered. "I don't want to sleep forever, but there is no escape."
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Your new world is beautiful, in the same way a gilded cage may look perfect to its owner.
Sometimes, you are in a field, surrounded by beautiful flowers that never had a smell. Sometimes, the sky is painted in unreal colours. Sometimes, the sun is almost warm, almost alive.
Sometimes, you're in the middle of empty cities, with chimeras staring at you from sharp roofs, with architecture twisted in the most beautiful, in the most distorted way.
You're always alone. Your world is always empty, safe for the golden eyes of your beast warden.
There are no sounds.
There are no tastes.
There are no smells.
You start forgetting. You're too tired to keep fighting.
Until,
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The world cracked, and Orodreth thought he was dying for the second time.
He was dying, because the world screeched and roared and twisted and Orodreth heard, Orodreth heard for the first time- for the first time in eternity, and he screamed and fell and it was pain and it was agony and
and Turin stood with black sword in his hands, blood hissing on its blade,
and Orodreth screamed and ran to him,
but he fell,
and he was falling and falling and falling and falling and then
Orodreth died.
His father cried and reached to him with bodiless arms.
~
"I'm sorry," Finrod said for the hundredth time. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do more."
"It's alright," Orodreth whispered.
The sea was dark and grey. A seagull cried in the distance, and wind brushed his cheek, and it smelled of salt and algae.
It was cold, and the rock underneath him was rough, but it was so unmistakingly, so goddamn alive.
Orodreth wanted to cry.
"It's alright. After all, I'm not asleep anymore."
#official tolkien secret santa#silmarillion#tolkien#orodreth#finrod#by accident this has major wandavision vibes#now! some trivia!#orodreth can't see those who aren't dead. that's why at some point finrod disappears#finrod is somewhat self-aware because a) he is almost alive already and b) he was a kind of mentor figure during orodreth's life#think of him as of agatha in wandavision: he's aware he's in a play but he also tries to give orodreth hints about that#(hence mention about angrod during nargothrond breakfast and mention of finduilas during the wedding preparations)#orodreth stops seeing people the second he becomes aware of the «cage»#anyways this was a disaster i finished it a few days ago and accidentaly deleted the draft. it was still fun writing it!#merry christmas!!#tss2022
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that's an interesting choice of wording
#he's more known for everybody loves somebody and that's amore#also baby it's cold outside was popularly controversial almost 4 years ago#(this article is from last month)#also...if we're talking christmas songs#why not say i believe and have yourself a merry little christmas for sinatra?#what is this wording#this article isn't even about frank#this is about nancy calling out bullshit about dean on twitter#typewriter dings
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Marlo also interviewed Meredith Lee/Derek Moo who identifies as "dual gender." They have been out publicly for six years, and in "various semi-private spaces" for up to 20 years. "I pretty much live openly as either presentation, and it seems to work. I go to work as either Meredith or Derek. My kids are fine, my kids are almost adults. All of my family knows, all of my relatives know," they say. "The software company I work for has been pretty proactive in terms of the whole diversity and inclusion thing. I was the first openly trans person in the company, to my knowledge. "When I first presented as Merri, it was at one of the Christmas parties, which is the classic way to do it, right? Might as well wear a dress to the party!"
from this article about trans and gender-diverse elders in Australia. I just love hearing about older multigender people so much <3
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