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Silm characters a tiktok audios
Finrod: I'm Amanda and I'm six 🎀🐺
Thingol: SOMEWHERE IN THE WOLRD THERE IS A FATHER AND A MOTHER AND THE MOTHER HAS A SON WHO HAS A BROTHER 🎶
Maglor: fReSs leMoNaY, frEsSLy SqUee, poUr iT iNa cUH
Fingon: And everybody was kung fu FieTinGggggggggg
Sauron: I'm the alpha 🐺🐈 I'm the leader 👑🌊 I'm the one to trust 💍💋
Ambarussa: I just wanna be part of your SYMPHONYYYYYY 🌈🐬🐬
Fëanor: I'M SORRY I DIDN'T ORDER A GLASS OF YOUR OPINION!!! 🤬🤬
Celegorm: Sticking up your gyatt for the rizzlerrrrrrrrrrr
Curufin: You're so skibidiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii you're so fanum taxxxxxxx
Finwë: Very mindful, very demure
Caranthir: yes, and?
Lúthien: If you dance I'll dance 💃🕺 And if you don't I'll dance anyway 💃
Beren: Hey Mr. Po-lice-man I don't want no trouble 🙅♂️
Túrin: THAT'S NOT MY NAME! 🤓☝️
tftsd as chappel gnome songs
kyborg: casual (@imaginethisisagoodname said ot I think)
bart: red wine supernova(specifically that guy in arc 5 "maybe its a twin bed, and some rommates! dont worry were cool!" except kyborg definitely wasnt cool with it), HOT TO GO, naked in Manhattan (he would LOVE chappel gnome)
gum gum: super graphic ultra modern girl (I just think he'd like that song), kaleidoscope
mudd: pink pony club
every og infinight: good luck, babe! (I think. we know why.)
spectril: picture you
Some aliens thought it was a smart idea to kidnap Rick for ransom. You can imagine how that turned out.
Today’s super serious, extremely important, overwhelmingly plot-relevant discussion between me and @infernafiresword regarding Ice Walls Part 3:
Does Tango keep a cat plushie in his Deepfrost hideout?
HYBE or big hit or whom it may concern this is try 619382 i am once again pleading my case here🤣
my only hope for knives out 3 is a 10 second cameo of ben and phil’s adult daughter
i see plenty of fanfics about the Lost Light crew continuing their adventures in their alt-universe after the end of LL, but i see very little about our main universe crew (but everything I have found about them is ABSOLUTE GOLD), and how their life is on Cybertron.
furthermore, I don't think i've seen any works about Rodimus trying to chase the thrill of his old adventuring life by joining Thunderclashe's new crew.
TLDR; please give me fic recommendations! i want to read about Rodimus being sad because i'm in a heartbreak kinda mood!
From all the memories stored in my heart I gather up the ones of you, link them together Gazing at them projected across the room I feel you with every burst of pain
June is a simp.
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SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW
I LOVE THEM.
I have had this stupid thing in my wips since PRE Valentine's Day and I have finally finished.
Getting better with clothing and folds, but frankly it only makes sense 20% of the time 🙃 Also enjoy me dressing Aedes in progressively sluttier more breathable outfits everytime I post him.
i don’t think this man is actually that evil i think he just needs like a stim toy and a weighted blanket and his spinterest [undernovela] to watch and he’d be all good
Who am I if I don’t have what it takes?
So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.
Stay with me.
We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.
I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.
It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.
(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)
Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.
My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.
When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.
We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.
Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.
The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.
I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.
Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”
Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.
But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.
A gothic horror story where a gentleman from a good family gets haunted by something monstrous, which follows him around and keeps killing people around him at utter random, in cruel and horrifying ways. Specifically within circumstances where the protagonist has no alibi, and everything indicates that he committed the murders.
But the real horror is not that he would find himself accused of the murders, but that the people around him naturally assume that he did do it, but genuinely do not care, because the victims are never people that the society around him considers "important". The scullery maid of his household is found brutalised beyond recognition in a room where even the ceiling has been splattered with blood, and a constable of the local police brushes it off as a case of household discipline gone wrong, being horrifyingly casual with the assumption that the protagonist severely beat a girl in his service to death, and will dismiss it as an accident. The street urchin that the protagonist was seen talking with - wanting to help this poor little orphan - is found decapitated, severed head in the protagonist's fireplace. This, too, is calmly swept under the rug.
After every horrifying murder, the protagonist tries to seek help, to present the crime to authorities in hopes of getting some semblance of help, or at least clearing his own name of this, but every time it's brushed off. "These things do happen", he is reassured, like it's perfectly normal that a mansion of that size has a secret garden of unmarked graves in one shady corner.
The real horror is the ever-encompassing implication that this is perfectly normal.
Irondad fic ideas #142
Tony is replaced by an imposter (maybe a rogue Skrull or a shapeshifter or agent of some kind), but when Peter shows up for lab day, he doesn't realize immediately, too thrown by Tony's brutally cold attitude.
His spider sense is warning him, but Fake!Tony's remarks are so cutting he can't help but react with hurt and self-doubt. Later he assumes his sense was just warning him that his mentor was finally ready to kick him to the curb
He should've listened to his spider sense instead of his anxiety, though. Because the real Tony has been kidnapped.
It's Ned who gets Peter to realize something is wrong. Ned doesn't for a second believe that Tony would just drop Peter like that. His questions and determination (and maybe some open-mindedness- "What if it wasn't the real Mr. Stark but a bad guy in disguise?") eventually get Peter to rethink the situation too
Peter goes back over the day, and he realizes... Ned is right. Tony would never say those things to him. He needs to trust in the kind of person he knows Tony is. Which means something is really, really wrong.
Meanwhile, Fake!Tony has been busy, alienating every person in Tony's life who could possibly look for him. He says awful things to Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, May... By the time Peter tries to go to them, they're all too hurt and pissed to even listen
So, it's up to him (and Ned) to rescue Tony Stark
They figure out that he's been kidnapped, track down the location, and Peter heists his way in.
He finds Tony in a cell, hurt badly. But maybe worse than that... hopeless.
Tony is laying there like he doesn't think anyone is looking for him. Like even escape seems pointless, since there'd be no one left to escape to. His captors have clearly explained their plan, probably boasting about the awful things they'd had Fake!Tony say. After hearing it, Tony doesn't blame his family at all for leaving him to die.
He's definitely not prepared when Spider-Man suddenly drops into the room.
As they escape, Tony is so moved by how much this kid believes in him. Enough to not just accept that he was capable of acting that way.
They defeat the imposter and get the real Tony to medical. The others are guilty and horrified. Peter stays close. Even though he knows it wasn't Tony speaking before, he still craves reassurance - both that Tony is okay and that he really does care - reassurance which Tony is more than happy to provide