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Best of Neil's stage directions/commentary in the good omens s1 script book

I went back and read this to help me cope after s2, as one does

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The thing about AO3 tags is that almost any of them will function as both warning and enticement, regardless of which the author intended it to be.

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It's OK if you don't know if the reason you identify with ace or aro spectrum labels is because of trauma or not.

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No matter how progressive or well-read you are, there are always going to be moments in your life where somebody pushes back against something that's so culturally ingrained you never even considered it before. And you'll say "Huh, it never occurred to me to challenge this but you're right" and that doesn't mean you were "morally toxic" before, it means you're a non-omniscient human capable of growth.

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Wine grand sensei Orochimaru

Orochimaru: *sipping a Long Leaf Iced Tea, dressed in his thottiest robes, titties out and thighs shining* Shika-chan Jiraiya’s weak on his left side and deathly afraid of mice.  Naru-chan, darling, what have I and my darling Anko-chan told you a million times already?

Naruto: *brightly* Always aim for the throat!

Orochimaru: Exactly!

Jiraiya: *already bloody and in tears* Orochimaru! Please! I need you to just not for ten seconds!

Orochimaru: *crunchin his ice* And that sounds like a personal problem to me.

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Team ticking time bomb, Chunin finals, Shika v Sasu: Sasu: *is going to die* *make comment about Naru anyway* Shika: death becomes you

Sasuke: *aware that Death is being expressed mailed to him but too Uchiha(TM) to Not(TM)* Narut-

Shikamaru: *drop kicking him before he can finish* Knock knock Uchiha, it’s me, Shinobi FedEx, here to deliver your first class murder live and in person

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re: fox bride, I'm a big fan of Kakashi having to adjust to having an actual person who cares about him around all the time

Naruto: *cooks, cleans, hugs, and loves up on Kakashi*

Kakashi: ...what ... is this?

Naruto: Love and devotion

Kakashi: .....

Kakashi: ...gods, do it again

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Naruto fandom is so hilarious because it's basically all of us arguing over who our favorite little war criminal is, who's our uwu little murderer, which of these child soldiers tops your list, etc etc

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“You’re Asexual, so how could you possibly enjoy watching/reading/engaging with sexual content?!?!”

The same way I’m able to enjoy horror movies without having murdered an entire cabin full of teenagers before, Barbara you pedantic piece of pipe cleaner.

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I’ve never related so hard to orochimaru

Naoka from Visionary thanks to @esamastation

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Finished reading Digging for Orchids by betts this morning. I'm really vibing with Xie Lian's garden💚

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Hey Old Friend

Do you know why she screamed?

I remember. I remember everything, even if you don’t. Even if you chose to forget, like a coward. I remember how dark it was. How empty, and cold, and silent. I remember. I won’t forget. Not ever.

The silence was the worst part. It got into everything, poisoning it, like a plague of rats hunting for a bit of cheese, raging through the house after a single scent. It hurt. It ripped everything away. Swallowed it. Every sound from a shriek to a breath. Gone, hidden in its belly.

There was nothing to do there. Nothing to do but wait, in the silence and the pervasive fear. You couldn’t eat, although there was food. Couldn’t drink, although there was water. It all tasted like ashes. Like the ashes of the dead.

They say I’m crazy, do you know that? They’re telling me I’m insane, that I imagined it, every moment of it. I’m not though. They’re the crazy ones, not me. It was real. I know it was.

You would know too if you weren’t such a bloody coward. You could have saved me. Just one word from you and I would’ve been fine. All you had to tell them was that it was true. That it was real. That you saw it too.

But you didn’t and now I’m here, in the madhouse, with all the freaking crazies. It’s your fault. I wouldn’t be here if not for you. I hate you. You know that? I hate the goddamn hell out of you.

They scream here too you know. At night, I mean. During the day, there’s always someone to make them be quiet. The nurses in their pretty white outfits, all acting like they care. They usually shut them up pretty quick. But not at night. At night, you can hear them, wailing like they’re losing their minds.

Not that they haven’t already.

It’s driving me to distraction. I’ll probably join them sometime soon, with these goddamn white walls closing in on me like they want to eat me. Bet you’d like that. Me finally gone for good, just another screamer inside the looneybin, never to be heard from again. You’ve always been cold like that.

Wait. Wait. I’ve gone off-track haven’t I? This wasn’t what I was talking about. That stupid doctor distracted me, with those stupid meds they stuff me with at every opportunity. What was I talking about?

Ah yes. It was back then wasn’t it. The good old days. Do you know, I miss them a bit, now that I think about it. At least they were honest about what they were playing at with us. Not like these guys with their plastic smiles, like they think we’re too crazy to see through them. At least they were honest.

Do you really not remember a thing? I know you said you didn’t but… really? How could you forget? How? I don’t understand. It was…everything. The house, the cold, the pain… how could you just forget like that? Is it just a gap in your memory, like amnesia? Or did they fill your mind up with fake memories, like they did the other girl? Amanda, or whatever her name was. The one who got taken away.

I heard you got married soon after it ended. Did they fill your mind with memories of you meeting her? Is your wife one of them? What did they do to you?

Whatever. You chose this. You chose them over me. You deserve whatever it is you got. I hope it hurt.

…Wait I’m still off-track. I was talking about the food wasn’t I? What are you eating these days? Home-cooked stuff I suppose. Your wife’s a good cook isn’t she? I bet it’s nothing like what we used to eat back then. That food was good too, you know. Not the best, but not the worst either. Filled your stomach didn’t it? Better than nothing. Better than the ones who didn’t get to eat anything at all. You remember that at least? Remember the way they starved until they realized the only food they had to eat was each other?

It was kind of funny, looking back. The way they all started out, proclaiming that they were best friends and would never hurt each other and then ended up tearing each other to pieces with their teeth? Blood everywhere. The whole room dripped with it. Stank to high heaven too.

I remember, at one point one of them literally started scooping out someone else’s brain with their bare hands and then just shoved it in their mouth. So much for best friends.

The doctor’s back. Hey, do you think you’ll come visit anytime soon? We can chat a bit more. Reminisce, about those good old days, you know? I can’t talk about it with these guys, they all think I dreamt it up. Idiots. Wait until it’s their turn. Then they’ll wish they’d listened when they had the chance.

Hey, I’ve really got to go. Come back okay? Let’s finish this chat. There’s so much I haven’t told you yet. So much else to talk about. I’ll make you remember everything, I promise. It’s all your fault anyway, why should I be the only one suffering? No way. If I have to hurt and hide behind these white walls and fakers, then so do you. So visit soon, okay? I’ll be waiting.

That’s me signing off-

Wait you haven’t answered my question. Do you know why she screamed?

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Chadwick Boseman’s final performance as T'Challa Marvel’s What If…? T'Challa Became a Star-Lord? 1x02

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According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.

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Is it true that aspiring writers should first write for themselves?

Aspiring writers should write. I don't think it matters much who they're writing for as long as they're writing. And if they do that, then pretty soon they stop aspiring and just become writers.

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I love how people here will see the word ‘frog’ and immediately reblog it lmao

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