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#SCREAMING AND CRYING RIGHT NOW
mickeysclubhouse · 2 months
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Epic Mickey (2010) | Epic Mickey: Rebrushed (2024)
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9bitaleeeeex · 7 months
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I was rereading a story ive been making for a few months and i realized I accidentally stole a line in it. My story:
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A quote from Hollow Knight by Team Cherry:
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I have never been so sad I thought I was so cool for coming up with that line. I don't know how I managed to do this even.
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thesweet-shop · 6 months
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I forgot how amazing Pearl is. It’s so disturbing and awful and genuinely makes me feel sick by the end. God, now that I’ve rewatched it this is definitely in my top five horror movies. It’s so unique while also keeping the classic horror elements you see in older movies like Carrie. And don’t even get me started on the special effects and prosthetics OH MY GODDD THE PRODUCTION IS INSANELY GOOD!!! It’s so so sooo disgusting and I love how each death gets so much emotion and reasoning. Like Pearl isn’t just some crazy murder with no motive, she’s a GIRL who, yeah, has real problems like she kills everyone, it’s a horror movie. But she has dreams, trauma, and a need to feel loved. She’s human and that’s part of what makes it so gut wrenching. You can feel that humanity in her, she isn’t just some cold hearted killer. Every. single. thing. she does is to ensure that she has people who love her!! She’s miserable in her life and does everything in her power to work for what she wants only to screw up in terrible, awful ways every time. She doesn’t understand what she’s doing wrong and it makes her story not only terrifying but also so tragic. I can’t express how great it is but like, whatever. It’s not a big deal or anything. That’s how I feel if you even care.
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blushingzephyr · 10 months
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saw this
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and you KNOW it had me mind body and soul
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pov: they’re at your house
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+bonus! kendall and kendall undercover
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merakiui · 7 months
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I AM RABID. this version of scaramouche……. oh my oh my oh my OH MY orz i’m on my knees for him. \(//∇//)\ HE’S SOOOOO AAAAAAAAA
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AND THEN CIRCUS SCARA??????
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AND HACKER SCARA???????????
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SUMMER SCARA AS WELL!!!!!
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it’s a mouchey meal. i’m so not normal. i’m insane, in fact. OTL OTL OTL
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peace--n--love · 6 months
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ME RIGHT NOW: ⬇️
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baeshijima · 4 months
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[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] ‘GOOD LORD!’ [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] ‘WAAAAH WAAAAH’ [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] ‘WE’RE REPORTING LIVE-‘ [EXPLOSION] ‘MY LEG... MY LEG...’
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chanstopher · 4 months
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🐺🫧231228
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tygenco · 1 month
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Help?
The update on things is that the housemate is financially flat-lined. If 'thoughts and prayers' were actual currency then I'd be covered for a decade's worth of rent by this point.
For those who don't know: the housemate has become mobility disabled due to a life-altering injury, and then there's the other medical conditions that took the opportunity to go "hiiii, we're heeeere!" They're in a care facility at this point--they've been there since the beginning of December 2023.
I cannot cover the rent on my own, in its entirety, because I do not pull in enough income to do so. I've depleted my tiny buffer and have no other resources. Family is unable to help any more than they already do. Being Autistic, and trying to handle all my Things while dealing with this on my own is making it very difficult to maintain what little 'cool-headedness' I've had in my day to day. I am drowning under the pressure and therapy and meds can only get me so far.
Please, please help.
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Angsty teenage Dick & Babs melts my heart. LOVE how Hope Larson wrote them in Batgirl: Summer of Lies.
"Partners."
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"No matter what."
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fallen-elytrian · 9 months
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The code fundamentally misunderstood Phil
It saw how protective Phil was. How calculated and careful he was, the precautions he would take, the paranoia he had, how dedicated he was to keeping his eggs alive.
Surely, this meant that Philza would hesitate. That he would see his children, see their faces, and lower his sword. That he would let them wreck havoc because he couldn’t bare to see them die
But no, this is Philza Minecraft. This is the Angel of Death. This is the man who conquered the world. A man who keeps his heart close to his chest but knows who his friends are
A man who would do anything to protect his family and friends
And the code dares, dares, to impersonate his kids. To put on their skin and their faces and smile and wave and put on a grand performance. The code dares to mock him. To gloat. To say “I look like your kids, you wouldn’t dare harm your kids, would you?”
But it’s because the code looks like them that Phil attacks. If it just showed up as the code monster, he’d still attack. But it would be more calculated, more careful. He’d ask why the code was here, what it wanted, he’d wonder what it’s angle was
But it’s impersonating his kids, his kids, and Phil can’t hold himself back. The code signed it’s own death warrant. “This is for impersonating my f-ing son.” Phil couldn’t bare to stand the mockery of his children
It was the worst thing the code could have done. It thought it knew Philza. It thought it was dealing with a paranoid father. But it isn’t. It’s dealing with a father who’s a warrior, an emperor, a protector. And daring to challenge him is the last mistake the code will ever make
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stressed24seven · 5 months
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sketches I’ve never posted (until now)
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supercorp-land · 11 months
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It physically pains me to watch the “office overflowing with flowers” scene. like what in the gay shenanigans simpest simp was that?
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Sighhh
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cptnleviackerman · 6 months
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levi ackerman x reader
levi comes home and finds you relaxing on the sofa
content - kissing, clothes stealing, domestic fluff, modern au
words - 1k
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Keys rattling for a few seconds is all the warning you have that Levi is about to be home, a little earlier than you're expecting, mind you. He finds you reading a book all curled up on the sofa. He doesn't even take notice of what you're wearing at first, too focused on coming in from the cold and ridding himself of the many layers required to even step one foot outside during this grey november weather. His scarf and gloves are the first things to go, he folds them up neatly and places them in one of the entrance way dresser drawers. The next thing to go is his coat, which he places on the empty hook next to your own winter jacket. The final thing he takes off are his shoes—still slightly damp from the earlier rain—he places them on the bottom row of the shoe rack, allowing them to air.
You crane your neck upwards as Levi walks towards you, waiting patiently for him to greet you. You're not left waiting for long though, he is soon standing behind where you sit on the sofa, you feel his hands snake slowly around your neck, coming to rest just below your shoulders. You smile up at him, your eyes meeting his as he leans down and plants a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips are cool to the touch, a lingering effect of the winter air, and your eyes flutter shut upon the contact. A small hum escapes your lips, and you're sure you feel Levi smile slightly against your skin at the noise. As he pulls away and begins to move towards your bedroom you can't help but pout, already missing his touch. 
He finds his way back to you after only a few minutes, no longer adorned in his thick trousers and zipped hoodie, he is now wearing what you consider to be his best pair of joggers—the black ones with the white stripe down the side—and the emerald knitted sweater you bought him on his last birthday. You smile at him as he takes a seat next to you, your book long forgotten. He keeps one of his arms propped up on the back of the sofa, an unspoken invitation that he knows you could never refuse, and you shift yourself towards him as soon as you know he’s settled and comfortable in his seat. Your head comes to rest on his shoulder, your feet still curled underneath you, and you take a noticeable breath of comfort when Levi places his hand on your upper arm. His touch now almost envelops you completely.
A soft chuckle stirs you back to reality, you must have had your eyes closed for a bit too long, because when you reopen them you find Levi reading the book you’d carelessly placed down when he arrived home. It takes a moment for your eyes to readjust to the light, but it's not hard for you to guess the reason for Levi’s amusement.
“I told you when I bought it that it wouldn’t be your thing.” Your voice is quiet, the drowsiness making your words barely louder than a whisper. You rub your eyes, stretching your neck slightly as you sit up. “What are you doing with that anyway?”
Your question hangs in the air for a few seconds, and you watch as Levi places your bookmark back where you left it, before shutting your book and setting it down by his side.
“I was curious. Besides, you didn’t really give me many options, once you fell asleep there wasn't really much I could do in terms of entertainment.”  
You smile bashfully, feeling slightly embarrassed at the thought of Levi watching while you slept. You breathe out a quick apology, and Levi half heartedly rolls his eyes in response. 
"Don't be sorry, even though your choice of book was a little odd for my taste, I always enjoy watching you while you sleep." 
Your mouth falls open, heat flooding your cheeks, and you reach up to playfully smack Levi on the arm. He smiles at you, not his usual half smile, but a full, almost grin like smile, looping his arms around your body and bringing you back towards his chest. You settle haphazardly in his lap, half way between sitting on him and sitting on the sofa. Too busy focusing on getting yourself comfortable again, you fail to notice the quizzical look beginning to form on Levi's face. His eyebrows knot, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he takes a minute to look over you again.
“Do you own any of the clothes you're wearing right now, sweetheart?” 
You pause, stilling your movements as you turn your head to face Levi. His question would’ve sounded stern to anyone listening, the way his eyebrows are raised at you, and the lack of any smile on his face may have been cause for you to worry in the first few weeks you had known him. But not right now. You know him better now. You just smile at him, biting your lip, while your hands wander the back of his neck, scratching at his nape and fiddling with the collar of his sweater.
You know Levi already knows the answer to your question—he recognises his navy hoodie and the matching pair of joggers. So instead of giving you time to answer, he places a hand behind your head, bringing you close enough to him that he doesn't have to strain his neck in order to kiss you. His lips meet yours, softly, and you can't help but smile into the kiss.
“Quit smiling, idiot.” Levi breathes, the words sound mumbled against your lips.
Your smile threatens to grow wider at his words, much to Levi’s dismay, but he places another kiss to your lips nonetheless. You deepen the kiss this time, running your tongue across his lower lip ever so gently. You feel Levi’s arms snake around your waist, his hands coming to rest just under the hem of your—his—hoodie. Goosebumps cover your skin where his hands have settled, the coolness from the outside still seeped into his touch. You whine at the feeling, unable to stop yourself from shivering slightly. Levi is the one to break the kiss by smiling this time, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. 
“You could always steal one of my t-shirts if you’re still cold, you know.”
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girl-hobbit · 4 months
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i need to go out to some woodsy area and make a burrow in the dry leaves while it's cold out tbh. surely this would fix me
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