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Okay, I know we all want 2012 TVA Loki to reunite with main timeline Thor, but remember, 2012 Thor needs his brother too. If 2012 Loki stays with main timeline Thor, 2012 Thor won't have his bro.
Se ne và un autentico mito, grazie Alain
Les Félins (1964) René Clément
The Girl on a Motorcycle (1968) Jack Cardiff
La Piscine (1969) Jacques Deray
Le Samouraï (1967) Jean-Pierre Melville
L'Eclisse (1962) Michelangelo Antonioni
Rocco e i suoi fratelli (1960) Luchino Visconti
I wrote an entire headcanon list for the upcoming Christmas, but my computer decided to be a dick and shut down before I could post it.
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I’m not rewriting it. It took too long to do it the first time.
We will breathe for the dead. They cannot suffocate all of us. Honor their legacy. Rest in Power kings and queens. ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿
Lost an absolute legend today and I can’t believe it happened so soon. RIP MF DOOM, Victor Vaughn, Daniel Dumile. My main inspiration for chasing this music shit and producing. “On Doomsday!, ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went, that's what my tomb will say Right above my government; Dumile Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?” DOOM will forever be your favorite rappers favorite rapper. #mfdoom #madvillain #doomsday #yourfavoriterappersfavoriterapper #legend #rip #allcaps #rap https://www.instagram.com/p/CJenjTBgaAb/?igshid=wb15ouwereyf
R.I.P, Racetrack Higgins.
You would have loved, Adventure Time.
My friend is a techno blade fan and I send my deepest condolences to all who loved him. He will be remembered through you all who loved him.
rip Symon Holl you'd love pivot tables
Completely forgot flash man lmfao
Suzanne Marie Somers; October 16th, 1946 - October 15th, 2023. R.I.P. "Chrissy"🕯.
🎭 Remembering actress Mae Clarke; August 16th, 1910 - April 29th, 1992. During Hollywood's Pre-Code Era, she appeared in some of the classic films of that period including: "The Front Page", "The Public Enemy", "Waterloo Bridge" and "Frankenstein". R.I.P. 🎞 ⚘.
willthewize:
Will looked up from his sketchbook as a familiar figure approached, a surprised smile forming on his face to see him out of the blue. Cole hadn’t called to let him know he was stopping by, but it wasn’t an unwelcome visit by any means. But then something about the nervous tone the other guy spoke with—or just the words themselves, there’s something I wanna talk to you about, which were never usually the opener to a pleasant conversation—clued him into the fact that this was maybe more serious than a friendly little hang-out, and his easy grin faltered.
“Sure, wanna…?” He motioned to the bench, the space next to him, offering a seat before Cole continued on to say that he had talked to Jonathan, and…why would he feel the need to tell him that, anyway? What was this all abo…Lonnie’s my dad, too. Oh. Oh. That wasn’t the last thing Will had expected to hear: it wasn’t even on the list. His gaze suddenly focused on the sling Cole wore, the loose threads he fiddled with and he replied, “How is your arm doing?” It was almost funny that he would rather talk about the aftermath of the carnival, with its explosions and casualties, than his—their—father.
He had to answer the massive revelation that was just dropped. Paradigm-altering information. His dad was Cole’s dad, too. But what was he supposed to say—my condolences? This shouldn’t be quite as much of a rug-pull as all that had been happening this summer with the border and the doppelganger and the cabin and who knew what else. Was it really surprising that Lonnie Byers had had another son with someone out there (even one whose age made it clear that the man had had an affair?) Not really. But Will couldn’t help the feeling that in all of this, he was the butt of some cosmic joke right now.
It was like he was always the last to know anything, like he was always the one who walked into a room right after something cool happened, always just missing the moment. Or in cases like this—like nobody thought he could handle the truth; he was just too fragile, too sensitive, or at least that was how everyone viewed him. Jonathan knew? Will didn’t even think he and Cole were friends. How long was ‘a while back,’ anyway: a couple weeks or even longer? When the hell would Will become an active participant in his own life, instead of stuff just…happening and him learning to deal with it. Not today, evidently.
Rather than allowing himself to get upset, Will had to remember that this wasn’t just a big deal to him, in fact it wasn’t about him. It was Cole’s news to share when he felt ready—the fact that they were…they were brothers. They were half-brothers. They were related. They have been this whole time. Well, obviously. Cole has known it, the whole time…? Will forced himself to look up and meet his eyes. “That must have been really difficult for you,” he said. “Thanks for telling me.” That wasn’t what he wanted to say. He had so many questions and no way to verbalize them, because the moment he started, he just stuttered, “So, when did…I mean, have you always…Did you…What?”
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Too nervous to sit down, Cole leaned against the porch rail instead, his nervous fingers moving between picking at the cast to tapping on the splintering wood Cole’s expression betrayed his bewilderment at Will’s question. Had he heard what he’d said? Had he said it aloud at all? But, autopilot kicked in and he answered with a shrug, “It’s fine, I guess. Just a fracture. Should be off in a few more weeks.”
He studied Will’s face, trying to read any emotion he could detect, and also trying to find any similarities, any features they shared. Growing up, Cole had always been told he was the spitting image of his mother-- he had her dark curls and her eyes and her cheekbones. Maybe he hoped he had her temperament too-- her easygoing spirit, her openness. But lately he’s wondered what all he’d inherited from the other side: the drinking? The standoffishness? The thought itself made him want to reach for the flask in his back pocket, but he could investigate that urge later.
Will seemed upset, which was understandable. It was a lot to take in, and Cole’s lingering feeling of being exposed intensified. Maybe Will and Jonathan were upset at him-- maybe he was right in thinking that his very existence was a scandal. It certainly made sense, even his own grandparents had wanted to hide him away, to let his mother and aunt raise him in New York. For a brief moment, Cole entertained the question: what would his life look like now if he’d stayed in New York? Who would he be? Would it be better for everyone in Hawkins if he’d simply stayed gone?
When Will finally spoke, Cole’s shoulders relaxed in relief. Whatever it was, it was better than the silence. But he certainly hadn’t expected this. Cole opened his mouth to respond, then clamped it shut again. Will was... thanking him? He couldn’t make sense of that. Will was a sweet kid, he’d always known that, but this level of empathy felt like too much to ask for. “No, don’t... I mean... I’m sorry,” he managed. He was lost, wondering how Will was being so nice about it all. Maybe it wasn’t a huge deal to him, but... wouldn’t it be to Cole if the roles were reversed? He’d probably be furious, but maybe Will hadn’t inherited the rage gene from Lonnie.
Then, when Will tried asking for more information, Cole clicked into gear. That he could do. The minefield of what each of them were thinking and feeling, not so much in his lane. “Right. I found out five years ago,” Cole admitted, with an apologetic smile. “There was sort of... a lot going on for you guys. I didn’t want to, like, make it worse.” Cole shrugged, not sure if Max had told Will that Cole knew, but not sure it even mattered at the moment. “Then, I... guess I thought it wasn’t a big deal for a while. But, with everything...” he gestured vaguely, hoping to communicate that he meant the bigger picture in town.
“I wanted you to hear it from me,” he settled on. Not that Cole’s life was in any immediate danger, other than the way that everyone’s was all the time. Still, it felt like an urgent enough need to come here today.
Long story short someone on my dash was doing beautiful screenshots of Anders in Dragon Age so I had to do a redraw. But I don’t have the time to finish it today. SO another wip. (also I ‘ll look for the person doing the screenshots tomorrow).
In the spirit of dashcon 2.0 approaching I have decided to go to my neighbours house and piss in her ballpit ( she has a child and is throwing it a birthday party I don't think she usually has a ballpit) I will update on the experience later.
Wakanda Forever 😔🖤💜
Who's ready to wind down to a good ol' American family/comedy movie? SIGN ME UP! Just kidding, we don't require those.
Watch Mrs. Doubtfire now on SHOWFER: https://goo.gl/1VY9LV
I know we are all mourning the loss of Blingee, but. I made this in Instagram stories before I even knew what Blingee was. Something something cathedrals everywhere…
when my fav woso ig account gets deleted
the desire to be mysterious is such a pothole... like wdym u didn't work on shit at home bc u didn't want anyone else to see u work
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one of the most interesting ( and sad ) true crime cases i've read about was that of Andy , the footless goose . Andy was born in the late 80s in Nebraska and died in '91 , killed in a murder .
Andy was born without feet and had gone through several different attempts to give him mobility , including "a skateboard-like prosthesis" . none worked . Andy's owner then "fitted [him] with [special] baby-sized shoes" , which gave Andy the mobility of a typical goose .
Andy became a role-model for disabled kids ( since his shoes allowed him to walk , swim and fly with the efficiency of a typical goose ) .
Andy's story is a sad one , ending with him being found dead in a local park , dismembered . the local government stated that they had found the perpetrator but opted to not reveal their identity .
