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#shit HAUNTS me
grayintogreen · 2 months
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I feel like the Otohan situation on a viewer level is very much not taking into account the fact that maybe she was boring to us, the audience, but I KNOW INTIMATELY that feeling of dread on Marisha’s face every time she yelled TRESHI SCRY BALL, like you have not experienced true fear like barely escaping an encounter with an OP Mook that’s going to take your ass down and how exciting/terrifying it is every time they show up no matter how unimportant to the plot they are. Like that was for THEM.
Anyway I swear I’m done having opinions on something I don’t actually care that much about because whatever it was, it was good and the players were emotionally compromised by it in the best way, but lol it does seriously remind me of my gaming days. I have been in that fight with that asshole and I was scared and had fun and had some of the most epic moments from it.
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glittter-vamp · 5 months
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everytime I see Eminem I just get reminded by my senior year english teacher who was so obsessed with him she had a wall in her classroom dedicated to him...
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sapsolace · 4 months
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obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]
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cryptickludovick · 1 year
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Random still unexplained moment of my life was when my college friend's grandpa was driving my friend and my very feminine presenting self back home after an activity we did downtown and then asked where to drop me off and I said "the girls' dorm" and he said "okay" and then later added "are you sure it's the girls' dorms ?" And I was like "yeah ?" And he asked again "the girls' ?" And I was like "??? Yes ???" Like it's not like he didn't hear me, I was right next to him and I speak loudly all the time because I'm hoh, and he clearly wasn't confused by the dorm part because he was already headed to the dorm buildings when he asked the second and third time, the man was fully just perplexed by me living in the girls' dorm specifically for some reason I never got explained because I wasn't trying to pass as anything other than female that night and like ??? I dunno could he smell the transgender on me ??? Am I that bad at pretending to be a woman ?? I need to know please why was he so confused it's eating me inside
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i'll be real whenever i gotta cook a steak, whether for myself or for others, that godforsaken letterkenny bit blares in my ears loud as shit
youtube
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kekisu · 5 months
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get out of that dusty attic and have a sleepover with your sister idiot
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lamina-tsrif · 1 year
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SEA MOON SEE YOU
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hualianschild · 6 months
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‼️spoiler‼️ (chapter 63)
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uhm so that happened...
(i was NOT ready omfg)
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rrogueamendiares · 11 months
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i just wanted to hold you in my arms
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danandfuckingjonlmao · 6 months
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ok everybody block dnp on all socials they have eyes everywhere. they know way to much. those omniscient fuckers are always watching. no one is safe.
like what do you MEAN you know about those stupid “real voice” compilations and people absolutely clowning about jumpcuts and smudged whiskers and what do you MEAN you’re aware of those 2009 phan theories people still debate to this day? what happened to “i don’t check my indirects” “i don’t go on the tags”?? i bet you’re lurking RIGHT NOW reading this very post. all men do is lie. can’t trust anyone 😤😪
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these stupid shows won't let me rest
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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Some night, he flew above the twinkling lights of Blüdhaven’s buildings, wind rushing through his hair and the feeling of weightlessness pushing at the curve of his back.
There were a multitude of things that Dick Grayson appreciated, loved, Bruce for. One of those things would always be that his adopted dad allowed him to fly once more, even after his parents’ wings were cut.
In the air, he was home.
In the air, Dick Grayson felt like he was living up to, flying alongside, the Flying Graysons. Every flip, every trick he used to go faster, to fight better, felt like his parents were there guiding his every move.
Time healed his hurt, but still, the hole in his heart remained.
So when one of his best friends, a ghost vigilante by the name Phantom, asked him if he wanted to see his parents, he froze like a deer in bright white headlights.
“What…?”
Phantom did a flip in midair. “Wanna see your parents? They’ve been asking if they could talk to you.”
“My parents… are ghosts?” That was the least pressing question he had right now, but it was all his mouth could speak.
“Kind of. It’s complicated,” Phantom side-eyed him. “It would require going into the zone.”
And just like that, Dick understood. After the Amity Park came onto the map and the Justice League fixed the human and alien and meta rights violations that were happening right under their nose, Phantom had permanently closed all access to the Zone. Save, of course, for himself and a few magic users, who all refused to anger the King of the Dead.
“The only way you’re getting to my people now, is through me. Should anyone try to get into the zone, without my permission… I will make sure that you and your family’s afterlives will pay the appropriate price.”
No-one wanted to test his threat. The afterlife is something few fucked with and came back whole.
The Phantom they’d seen on the news then was incredibly different than the one in front of him now. Dick knows, understands now, that it was because Phantom trusted him. After years of being denied help, years of struggling all by himself to keep reality from collapsing while avoiding getting experimented on by humans understandably closed his heart.
“You’d take me into the Zone?” Dick didn’t know what he was feeling. Hope, fear, trust, touched, happiness, something.
A lot of things.
Danny shrugged. “Yeah. I trust you,” he said as he glanced back at Dick-at Nightwing. “Only you, though. No one else.”
The question that remained was whether Dick trusted Phantom too. And considering the fact that the ghost king ironically saved his ass from being killed a couple of times meant, “Yeah. I- I’d love to.”
Danny smiled, all pointed teeth and solemn trust. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Now?!” Dick stood up anyways, his heart in his throat. Danny held out a gloved hand.
“Yeah, now. Haven’t you heard that death waits for no one?” At Dick’s concerned look, Danny added, “Don’t worry. You won’t actually die. You’ll come back whole and alive, I promise.”
“Oh, okay. Let’s go, then!”
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Clark Kent threw himself out of the window, Superman suit already on.
Seonds later, he was hovering in front of Bruce’s shadowy form on top of a gargoyle.
“Clark,” Batman greeted in his gravelly voice, irritated. “What.”
“Batman, Nightwing’s heartbeat- it disappeared!”
Bruce’s heartbeat stuttered.
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chappelroans · 5 months
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TRAVIS MARTINEZ in Yellowjackets (2021-) [insp]
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eternalfrowning · 11 months
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pffouh
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prideprejudce · 1 year
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critics truly have no idea how to rate horror movies like some of the best horror movies out there have the worst ratings ever
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strawberrystepmom · 3 months
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okay but the intimacy and trust of letting your lover attend to your personal grooming is something soooo magical to me
letting them shave your pubic hair, your legs spread wide on the side of the bathtub while they’re kneeling in front of you.
when they offered to help you out you felt embarrassed and flustered but undeniably thrilled by the level of attention something like that takes. the sight of their narrowed eyes and the tip of their tongue poking out of their mouth in concentration quickly takes you from flustered to hot. your glance down at them grows heavy and arousal beads out of your spread cunt, diluting the shaving cream enough it runs between your thighs.
if they notice your arousal they only smirk at it, mixing it with the shaving cream and spreading it over your lips. precise, careful strokes of a razor everywhere you usually make them performed by the person loves you, knows you, sees you the most.
by the time they reach for the shower head to rinse you off, you’re already squirming and the warm water hitting your clit makes you moan aloud.
“aww, did you like that?”
the clean you off, everything running down the drain. your eyes roll back in your head when the pressure of the water is replaced with the press of warm lips against your tender bundle of nerves instead, back arching. lips kiss you, fingers spread you wider, a tongue laps at your freshly shaven skin like the soft flesh of a ripe peach.
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