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andy-clutterbuck · 6 months
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1x04 | The Ones Who Live
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somnimagus · 11 months
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did some vesperia chibis, i always forget how happy i get drawing these guys. i love them dearly
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I generally don't make posts like this, cause I don't wanna start an argument or disagreement, but I do find the "Is Hyde really a person?" discourse, a bit odd...I know it's a comic, and maybe I'll be proved horribly incorrect but...
Does he have emotions, with personality traits and preferences? Yes.
Does he insist he's a person? Yes.
Then he is, in fact, a person.
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jrueships · 2 days
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' you throw Such a Friendly Balllll 🥰🥰'
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hylianane · 3 months
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I wanna thank the Zoro novel for reminding me that in-universe Zoro is considered a bit of a country bumpkin… the fake Mihawk calling him ‘just a countryside swordsman’ hit so good for me cause it reminded me of when I first saw OP and thought the leaf baby Zoro was always chewing on was a piece of wheat and I was like COWBOY SWORDSMAN CONFIRMED????
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admircot · 6 months
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I get it man
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dailyicarus · 16 days
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if icarus was a modern human born in this generation, what would he look like?
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DAY 103
you spot this baddie at the hardware store wyd
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addicted-to-the-knife · 2 months
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are there finally any fellow John Labat enjoyers? please? I'm so down bad for him and feel lonely with it, dhsdhfkjshkfhs </3
[I'm gonna watch MaXXXine tomorrow again. for him. my therapist and social worker said I should, so who am I to not do it, then, dsjfkhsdjf anyway, if I am able to, I'll write some x Reader fics for him. I'll be posting them on my main (@littleoddwriter) when I do! <3]
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ahollowgrave · 8 months
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WIP Wednesdays
Tagged by: @thefreelanceangel & @lavampira (a week ago (':), plus a handful of people who tagged me weeks ago! Thank you so much for the tags, I really appreciate it! Tagging: You (: Please, if you feel moved to do so, share a WIP you're excited about and tag me so I can also be excited about it. I struggle to share things when they are done, let alone still WIP, however! I have been trying to write every day this year so I do have something to share! A little snippet from a longer piece, trying to nail down Odette and Odile's complicated relationship.
“Blessing?” Odile’s greeting is delivered in a sun-bleached drawl from the direction of Odette’s office. No doubt digging around in her research. The nun felt invisible hackles raise and she drew a breath, exhaling a prayer asking for patience. Always patience. Heeled footfalls announced Odile's movement and when she rounded the corner Odette started. She will never get use to her own face on another person. 
“Aunt Odile, I had no idea you were coming,” She injected as much warmth as she could into her smile. It doesn’t reach her eyes but that’s alright; it is an important survival instinct to watch predators. 
Odile’s lids remained half-lidded, shuttered like an abandoned home. Despite their faces being nearly-exact copies Odette has always struggled with reading her Aunt’s expressions. Now is no exception. Fear scraped hot fingernails against the back of her neck and her heart gave a sluggish squeeze.
Odile’s smile is sudden with too many too white teeth on display, momentarily blinding. There is little warmth in it only a smug satisfaction; she has read Odette’s fear and part of her cannot help but relish in it. This is a woman who never tires of her reputation being black as pitch. They stared at each other for some time in the yawning silence.
Odile spoke first, setting her satisfaction aside in favor of furthering her goals, “I let myself in,” Odette hears: this is still my home. “I came to give you this but when Flower told me you weren’t home…” Odile trailed off, letting her niece’s imagination do the work, and a moment later she offered forth ‘this.’ A thick envelope of cream colored stock sealed with a healthy wad of red wax.
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waterloggedsoliloquy · 5 months
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well. i cant speak for later episodes but Tales episode 2 thrawn does not seem to me disproportionately zealous to how he appears in rebels, and only marginally so than his book counterpart. i might be giving the writers too much credit after Ahsoka set my standards in a fucking shale deposit. but Thrawn very notably does not answer when Morgan asks what he cares for about the empire. then he points out the lie in her motivation she gave, that she wanted glory for the empire. and then he says long live the empire. like. those thoughts are probably connected ppl. he also did not have his Rebels Once Per Episode Obligatory Cartoon Villain Line unless we count "long live the empire", which is so tame in the scale of Star Wars Cartoon Villain Things To Say that it barely pings on my radar.
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jeffros-lawn · 1 year
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he is so………. mmmmmmmm
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year
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9x04 | The Obliged
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leonsdolly · 1 month
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joelsdolly... 💭
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rdng1230 · 3 months
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I don’t know what CRACK Chappell Roan put in Pink Pony Club but it makes my “Midwest/southern queer kid who left home and moved west and everybody back home still hates her for it” heart SHATTER.
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katabay · 2 years
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star trek ocs :)
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zushimart · 9 months
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aside from tht the sleep study was weirdly intimate. it’s in a hotel room, quiet & clean, & someone hooks u up to all these wires, gently pasting things to your scalp and moving your hair and caressing your skin and wrapping things around your chest and waist. it takes close to an hour to finish prep. and there were times where we were quiet & just listening to the sound of the fan. they help you get into bed with all your cyborg attachments. and they watch over u while u sleep in the room over. the surveillance felt inherently voyeuristic. my sleep tech had been doing his job for as long as i’d been alive (he started three years after i was born) so all his ministrations were so practiced. it was really interesting. it made me feel like a child.
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