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malwarechips · 1 year ago
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HELP IM MAKING AN ICON FOR GRIMM FOR FUN AND I ACCIDENTALLY HIT THE BUTTON ON MY TABLET FOR PASTING
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woahits-transformers · 1 month ago
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ITS HIM?????? THIS IS HIS DEAL? FOUND OUT THROUGH ENERGY STICKS ON THE GROUND????? FOOL.
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shikai-the-storyteller · 4 months ago
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"Last day on the Island, last day to see people. So many things we could say, but I said little because words aren't capable of summarizing the stories we lived."
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kneworder · 9 months ago
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like five was always my favorite and allison was always right behind him. extremely slow character assassination two hit KO over the course of two years. just to spite me specifically i guess.
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cactusringed · 7 months ago
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/57376573 the fic o7
🥺🥺🥺 That was so cute and the idea of Joel confessing to Jimmy while playing Minecraft is really funny to me in an endearing way LOL
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orcelito · 2 years ago
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Linkin Park rly does still hit
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redlegend-a · 2 years ago
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The night before they all decided to tackle the mansion in search of Yuri, there came a dream.
There were no definite shapes or sounds, yet if you squint enough, maybe you'd make out something. Or maybe you're just having wishful thinking.
There is a young woman, or maybe it's a girl. Sometimes it's just a mist of silver. Nothing stayed the same, the images were transient. Yet you can't help, but to make out 'her'.
Small, yet spunky. A little thing that you'd raised from a small Eevee...
Baby was dancing around the silvery light. Prancing around like it was nobody's business. You can see a hand, reaching down to pet her little head. But just as soon as you concentrate on it, it's just mists and wisps.
There is a sense of *something* when you get up that morning.
--thescarletmansion
Dreams were coming to him in startling volume these days. Not a night went by that his sleep wasn't filled with portent images of things, or textures and colors that were too real to be imaginary.
He kept sleepwalking.
The weighted blanket that he'd tried was just an inconvenience to somnambulism and not an actual fix. Sometimes the dreams were more concrete then the one he wakes up sweating from.
What are you doing here, sweetheart?
Red had fallen asleep on the couch, his eyes cracked open just the barest bit, catching the silvery outline of his companion.
You can go, honey, I'm okay.
His eyes slowly opened to nothing there but the bottom floor wall and the curios and photographs hanging from it.
The feeling of soft fur against his fingertips didn't leave, even though his nerves had not truly felt something like that in years.
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grunklebongrip · 2 months ago
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When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written
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lieutenant-sarcastic · 4 months ago
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Fuck moon’s taking poison damage
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zhoudadudugongjin · 3 months ago
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Look I love unconditional devotion love stories as much as the next person, but there's really something so deliciously raw about conditional devotion.
I have served you and I have loved you for decades, but I will not give up my principles for you. You cut out part of my heart and took it with you down that path that you insist on walking, but you walk it alone. Even when the bleeding, gaping hole you left in my chest kills me, I will not follow you.
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ryderdire · 4 months ago
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Really interesting thing I glimpsed on rednote today
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I think We- we’re developing international class consciousness 
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cinamun · 3 months ago
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What a time to be alive.
Happy Black History Month to all and to all a good night ❤️🖤💚
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swedenis-h · 5 months ago
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Wife lovers till they die
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hychlorions · 2 months ago
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generally you shouldn't write run-on sentences because they get confusing and it doesn't give the reader a break. that doesn't apply to me though my run-on sentences are fun and understandable and they have a rhythm to it that makes you want to keep reading
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thestuffedalligator · 6 months ago
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What's the process if you're a superhero and you come out as trans
Do you tell your villains?
Do you keep it a secret so no one can connect Spider-Man with your secret identity for a while? Or do you pop a pronouns pin on your costume and the next time you web up Doctor Octopus and he goes "I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME SPIDER-MAN" you go "Spider-Girl actually! I've been figuring out some shit"
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