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yeesiine · 1 year
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When you actions don't match
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nora-berkeley · 22 days
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@mobscene-starters Location: St. Catherine's Hospital. Date: Early morning, 22/8/24.
They'd officially confirmed the rumours via the BBC.
Of course, she already knew. The blood on her shirt was almost certainly more her brother's than her own.
Patching her up hadn't taken long—the wound to her arm a papercut in comparison to his suffering—and she was almost certain they'd only hit her with the strong painkillers in a merciful attempt to dull her panic. Nora was so used to being calm, composed, put-together no matter the circumstances... But faced with the very real possibly she might lose another brother, she was struggling to hold it together. Maybe her grief was a blessing in disguise, though, because she certainly hadn't had time to process just what the hell had happened back there, either.
"My sister is calling. Don't move. I'll be back," Cassie had told her.
As if she had anywhere else to go.
They'd completely closed off the section of the hospital Spencer was being treated in to anybody outside of those attending to him and government security. A precaution, she understood, but difficult when all she wanted was to be by his side. And so she was left, waiting for her mother to finally make it back from Scotland, utterly helpless to do anything but stare at the sterile white walls of the waiting room in anticipation of any update on his condition. So far, nothing.
There were so many people coming and going. For all her years working here, she wasn't sure she could remember such a tense atmosphere. Crying, arguing, reporters trying to subtly sneak their way through... Nora (maybe with a little help from the opioids) was doing a good job at shutting it all out. Until someone wandered into her path for just long enough for her to look up at them.
"Sorry. Did you say something? I was...a little out of it for a second."
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inescroy · 1 year
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arnauld.
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her doctor had prescribed a healthy dose of fresh air and friendly faces. the air is sticky and the obnoxious sunglasses that mask her face do very little to dispel the paranoia of critiquing eyes as she leaves the house without the stroller. would arnauld's face be considered friendly ? friendly enough, she assumes, that he would not judge her for craving just a second of peace. friendly enough for her doctor to commend her efforts and fill a new scrip. she offers a smile, grateful that at the very least, her shades hide that the crinkles don't come close to her eyes. " your majesty ! " were they friendly enough him to be refered to on a first name basis ? " the duchess of aragon sent me a case of those wines. which one was it that you recommended ? " * / @vrnvuld
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hansoeii · 1 month
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the honda odyssey, huh?
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canisalbus · 6 months
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Today's tumblr experience.
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wentian · 4 months
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Zagreus finding his mother in HADES vs Melinoë finding her father in HADES II
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nataliescatorccio · 4 days
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"Originally it was not called 'Good Luck, Babe!', it was called 'Good Luck, Jane!", but my co-writer and I kept getting in arguments about it, so it became 'Good Luck, Babe!'." CHAPPELL ROAN on 'Good Luck, Babe!'
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r-aindr0p · 3 months
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✨The shroud brothers (and yuu) wish you a happy pride month ✨
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dogearedheart · 5 months
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stanford era
"I'll cut your throat! That'll shut you up!"
"You're beautiful..."
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blumineck · 2 years
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For when you just need to get rid of as many arrows as possible...
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selenityshiroi · 1 year
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Zelda travelling around Hyrule after the Calamity and people are tripping over themselves to tell her stories about the Hero because they love that feral cryptid mad man and are so proud of him
'I met him when I was about to get eaten by a Hinox...he jumped off a horse, fired 12 arrows in the blink of an eye and then got smacked in the face with a tree...but then he came back and hacked away at it's legs with this stupidly big sword until it finally died'
'He was wearing this weird patched together mask that looked like a monster but he made enough curry for everyone so we didn't like to ask'
'But...the hero was a girl? She wore these lovely green silks and every time she came out of the Gerudo Canyon she had a bag full of electric safflina to sell to Beedle over there. The Gerudo think she's an amazing fighter, which says a lot, and she always thanked me for looking after her horses when she went into the desert'
'I swear to Hylia that he ran through here wearing nothing but his underwear and a mask shaped like a leaf...claimed he was looking for the Children of the Forest. Sorry, Princess, but I'm not sure he was quite right in the head at the time'
'He used to creep in here silently wearing this grey mask and with enough lizards and beetles that we could make enough elixirs to last for a month. Not sure I ever saw his face without it'
And the entire time Link is stood neatly dressed, three steps away, listening to every word and no one pays him the slightest bit of attention. Because none of them cotton on that 'prim and proper Royal Knight' Link and 'I will defeat this Lynel with a stick, a pot lid and a bucket load of adrenaline' Wild Child Hero is the same man. Especially with how many masks he owned.
When they walk away and are out of sight and earshot Zelda just raises her eyebrow with a smile and he is like '...I can explain...it made sense at the time'
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loregifs · 3 months
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#siri play one of your girls by the weeknd
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merrigel · 8 months
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I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward
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milkywayes · 9 months
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dress blues [prints]
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faeriekit · 10 months
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I'm not going to lie, there's some sweet, sweet allure in a premise based on "Johnny 13 ends up in Gotham just for shits and giggles only to accidentally settle down there."
This dude just happens to be Haunted as Fuck™️. His vibes are rank and he's rude as shit. Negative rizz. You literally can't pay him to do your goonery for you, but if you phrase it as a bad enough idea he'll do it for free...? But then like the whole building will explode for no reason or something else as equally as catastrophic and improbable?? What the fuck man
Just. This dead dude and his supernatural manifestation of bad luck is completely indecipherable from Gotham's natural toxicity to the point where he just...makes friends. Is a shitty upstairs neighbor. Shops at the corner store. Despite the odds, he's just Some Guy™️. He gets signed up for the Goonion. He reasonably could be any age between 19 and sixty. Two-Face kicked him out of his gang twice.
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starfish-spencer · 4 months
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Happy Mothers' Day to Lassie's lesbian moms and Lassie's lesbian moms only
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