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labellerose-acheron · 2 years
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Wards, Wards, Wards *** [Bun]
@moon-yeongjun​
When Belle had agreed to work on the petition for magical wards on a few buildings in Swynlake, she had done it because she believed in the initiative. Was annoyed she hadn’t thought of it herself. So, she had eagerly accepted having some sort of mark on it.
And then, Simba had told her she would be working with Jun Moon.
Now, Belle didn’t know Jun very well. He had been two years above her in school and, obviously, he ran the Moon Market. She knew the rumors about him, which was enough to make her cautious, but at the very least, he had experience writing petitions.
She arrived at the Market a few minutes passed their scheduled time, having agreed to meet him there since he could not leave the shoppe.
“My apologies,” she told him when she found him in the back office. “I was held up at work. How would you like to do this? I have already gathered some of the provisions I believe should be included in the contracts. As well as statistics on the benefits of wards.”
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[outfit, without of the accessories lol and black flats ofc]
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soranatus · 8 months
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rthko · 9 months
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"In 1984, a few years before his death, James Baldwin explained to an interviewer from the Village Voice that queers could see the precarity of heterosexuality, even as straights kept it hidden from themselves. 'The so-called straight person is no safer than I am, really. The terrors that homosexuals go through in this society would not be so great if society itself did not go through so many terrors it doesn't want to admit.'
As Baldwin saw it, it is not simply that straight people are suffering and in denial about it, but that heterosexual misery expresses itself through the projection of terror onto the homosexual. One way to think about this is that homophobia is the outward expression of heterosexual misery; a kind of subconscious jealous rage against the gendered and sexual possibilities that lie beyond the violence and disappointments of straight culture."
-Jane Ward, The Tragedy of Heterosexuality
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somerandomdudelmao · 22 days
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Part 2 :>
Ward just got a shapeshifter roommate ehehehehehhfjfjg~
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sanjispudding · 8 months
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EVERYBODY SHUT UP NEW JEFF WARD BTS DROPPED
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traffys · 7 months
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peter is BREATHTAKING bro… god that SMILE??
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anthonysperkins · 7 months
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Francesco D'Macho and D.O. Raging Stallion’s Giants: Part One (2011) dir. Chris Ward and Steve Cruz
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vyorei · 6 months
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Here's an amalgamation of news from the last 2 hours
Schools, hospitals, the one road civilians are fleeing down, NOTHING IS FUCKING SAFE.
WERE YOU ANGRY ABOUT AL-AHLI? WELL HERE, THERE'S FUCKING MORE. BRING THAT RAGE BACK AND START MAKING NOISE.
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devilfruitdyke · 1 year
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we need to destroy the idea that girls should wear makeup. normalize bare faces on prom queens and flower girls and cheerleaders. no products at all instead of '7 product simple makeup routine.' no more 10 step skincare and regular facials and dermablading and gua sha just to be comfortable with yr natural face. i want to see eye bags on the funny librarian and acne on the swim coach and wrinkles on all our adult role models. i want to see a 16 year old girl that has never tried putting on eyeshadow. i want to see a 7 year old girl who doesn't have to go out and buy powder for her dance recital. i want to see trans women and girls everywhere to never have to wear makeup, regardless of how well they 'pass.' no more 'contouring to look masc' either. a post-beauty industry world is possible
reblogs are on but if you bring up the stage makeup point that i have addressed three times yr blocked on sight ☹️
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beif0ngs · 8 months
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everyone on tumblr @Buggy the 🤡 right now 
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zzoupz · 3 months
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faith: the birdy trinity
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bevirspnsblmnt · 8 months
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crowstarion saved my ass a handful of times during the game
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zylev-blog · 2 months
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Batman opened the door, catching the falling body that had come out of the tube. Glowing green Lazarus water flowed around his feet, but he didn’t care. He gently laid the boy onto the ground, listening for breathing sounds. But he wasn’t even sure if his species could breathe. The boy was no older than Tim, with stark-white hair, and pale green skin. The boy wasn’t human, that was for sure, but as to what species he was, Batman had no clue. The teenager hadn’t even opened his eyes since being removed from the tube.
The Lazarus water didn’t smell quite like the pits he was used to. The water smelled cleaner, stronger. Less like battery acid and more like a strong-scented cleaner that he couldn’t give a name to.
He grasped the boy by the shoulders as he picked him up bridal style. He needed to take the boy to the cave, and figure out if he was even alive. A regular hospital wouldn’t be able to do anything for him.
“Batman, we’ve apprehended the last of the men in white suits.” Red Robin said over the comms.
“Good,” His voice was gruff, “Make sure they don’t escape before police arrive.”
Tim didn’t bother saying anything else to him. Neither of them were in the mood for jokes. Not after what they had seen tonight. They had stumbled across a lab in Gotham in an abandoned warehouse. They had thought that it was a Joker hideout when they first arrived, but they had quickly found out that wasn’t the case. After they had began to investigate, they had found corpses of many people that had been thrown into a pit. The bodies had evidence of vivisection, torture, and experimentation. The bodies had ranged from children to adults, but the results were all the same. They were all dead.
They had found tubes like the ones used at Cadmus. They held a few humanoid-species, but most of them looked like they were in varying stages of death. The only tube that looked like it held someone living had been the teenage boy he now held in his arms.
The worst thing about all of this were that they had no idea what this place was, what they were doing, or why they were in Gotham. They had stumbled in by mistake.
He had a lot of work to do.
“No survivors.” Nightwing’s voice sounded. Not even Dick was in a good mood anymore, and he had been joking around for the last few hours.
Batman looked down at the boy in his arms. The boy hadn’t stirred once, hadn’t moved, and hadn’t breathed. He might be carrying a corpse for all he knew.
“And the files?” He prompted.
“Downloading.” Red Robin’s voice was grim. “You’re not going to like it.”
He didn’t like anything about this situation already. How could it get any worse?
“From what I can tell from skimming through the files,” Red Robin continued, “They were experimenting with people’s souls. They killed all of these people because they wanted to catch their ghost.”
“Hrrn.” He looked away from the teenager in his arms. Maybe he didn’t have a corpse in his arms—but a ghost. A ghost of a teenager he failed to save.
What if it had been Tim lying in his arms? Dick? Jason? Damian? Did this teenager have parents before he died, or were his parents in the pit?
The boy stirred, whipping Bruce’s attention back to him. The boy moaned in pain, starting to writhe in his arms.
“You’re safe now.” He said to the boy. “You’re saved.”
“Nnnngh.” The boy opened Lazarus green eyes to look at him. The eyes were hazy, as if exhaustion plagued them. “Batman?”
“They won’t hurt you ever again.” He promised.
“Where is my sister?” The boy asked. “They took her.”
Dick’s words played on repeat in his mind. No survivors. But the boy didn’t need to know that. Not yet.
“We’re still searching the base. She’ll be here somewhere.” He lied.
The boy closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. But even with Bruce watching him, the boy did not breathe. Maybe he didn’t need to anymore. Tears leaked down the boy’s cheeks, as if he knew Bruce’s lie.
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nights-at-crystarium · 7 months
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somerandomdudelmao · 1 month
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Part 8 ;)
Go Oscar. Hug the creature~
Also. I've gotten only one grammar check so far...Is this me being finally good at English, or are you just afraid of hurting my feelings by pointing out mistakes? I can’t tell :|.
Just in case. Please. Feel free to point out mistakes to me. I know it may look a bit rude, but I'd appreciate it, I promise:)
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galaghiel · 3 months
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michael's running out of options so he found the next best thing to a ghostbuster or something
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