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exclusive screening for nian’s new movie 2022

ref: chapter 39 of chainsaw man, but specifically this meme edit 

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Arknights Log 003

no snow leopards in this one, surprisingly

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If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.

Rick Riordan (via sunsetquotes)

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A Fall and Rebirth—Re:Plus 

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砦

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Curious Poll for everyone. How do you like info displayed on some else’s blog? Here’s a link, but feel free to discuss.

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Talk about Nian

Send “Talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!

He looks to his left - right - then back. There's the slightest touch of nerves to his voice, just enough to know he's on high alert.

"She's not around right now, right?"

It seems as though he hasn't forgotten how she'd taken him out for 'shopping' out of pure boredom. He's still tired from last time, and just remembering all the chaos she caused.

( Even if it was admittedly fun at first. )

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Talk about Priestess

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" .... Priestess .... ? "

It was a name he'd mentioned before, had asked about before, but no one had dared answered him. Even PRTS was unable to answer him (not until long after he'd left), and the event left him with more questions than answers.

" .... who ... is ... she? "

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there are seven clues. all of them are clue five. he’s sure he sent them to look for clue seven.

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           BOOK STARTERS VOL.57    THE SHINING    STEPHEN KING

❛ Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in. ❜

❛ Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live inside of us, and sometimes, they win. ❜

❛ The world’s a hard place. It doesn’t care. It doesn’t hate you and me, but it doesn’t love us, either. ❜

❛ The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge. ❜

❛ Pull your act together and just go on. ❜

❛ I had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there is nothing physically wrong. I hurt all the time. ❜

❛ Tough old world, baby. If you’re not bolted together tightly, you’re gonna shake, rattle, and roll before you turn thirty. ❜

❛ Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford? ❜

❛ Truth comes out. In the end it always comes out. ❜

❛ Living by your wits is always knowing where the wasps are. ❜

❛ No matter where you go, the same asshole gets off the plane. ❜

❛ We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives. ❜

❛ That’s your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. ❜

❛ Human nature, baby. Grab it and growl. ❜

❛ God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you. ❜

❛ Run away. Quick. And remember how much I love you. ❜

❛ How many times, over how many years, have I—a grown adult—asked for the mercy of another chance? ❜

❛ I was suddenly so sick of myself, so revolted. ❜

❛ You listen to me. I’m going to talk to you about it this once and never again this same way. ❜

❛ But those pieces, they’ll never fit just the same way again. Never in this world. ❜

❛ Dying is a part of living. You have to keep tuning in to that if you expect to be a whole person. ❜

❛ Officious little prick. ❜

❛ I’ve been sleepwalking again, my dear. — The plants are moving under the rug. ❜

❛ How I wish you were fear. ❜

❛ But it was a dreadful kind of curiosity, the kind that makes you peek through your fingers during the scariest parts of a scary movie. ❜

❛ All we have is time, you know. An eternity of time. Or shall we end it? Might as well. After all, we’re missing the party. ❜

❛ We all remember our pleasant dreams more clearly than the scary ones. ❜

❛ The way things should be and the way things are hardly ever get together. ❜

❛ Got to be regular if you want to be happy. ❜

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I want to feel what I feel. What’s mine. Even if it’s not happiness, whatever that means. Because you’re all you’ve got.

Toni Morrison (via larmoyante)

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pervicax​

     if not the movement , then surely the abrupt shift in weight on the couch makes them stir awake ; groggy . ( a tiny , disgruntled mrrp heard from them . ) added with the fact that said couch was annoyingly old , creaking with every small movement ; signs of wear after enduring every body that threw themselves against plush cushions in ache to rest . their ears twitch with the added presence regardless .

     they only give him a sideways glance , “ … you’re not comfortable like that , adjust yourself so that you’re not so stiff , it’s not like i’ll kill you … ” so drawled out , slow , fighting back a large yawn that’d surely bring them to fully awaken . they really were attempting to rest here rather than a power nap . surely people who stopped by the room as well , its silence mistaken as vacancy ; was met with their medical director curled up against the other armrest . the door , as quiet , quiet can be : clicks closed as they scurry away elsewhere , kal’tsit remains undisturbed . and the room will remain the same way until someone personally sees them walk out of it .

     the doctor was always so foolishly bold in such regards . shrugging off the circumstance of who and what because in the end , the two of them are overworked and exhausted . but really , if he sat on them , kal’tsit would’ve given more than just an earful of a lecture . at least it was better than being met with a frightening beast who prowls to protect its owner .

     whenever and however the doctor adjusts himself thereafter , the feline takes the opportunity to rest themself against him ; soft fwp of their blanket moving to cover him as well in shared warmth .

with an exhale, the tightness in his form seems to fade. the muscles ease, unwinding, relenting, allowing him to settle in that old, creaking couch. it returns when he feels kal'tsit rest against him, and the surprising amount of nostalgia ebbs it away.

it's strange and intriguing - how the slightest of contact evokes such emotion. curiosity claws at the back of his mind, threatening to stir him back to wakefulness. though he chooses against acting upon it, to interrupt one of the most basic necessities either of them require in these (always) trying times: rest.

he exhales, letting the spiraling thoughts fade for now, dwelling on the texture of the fabric beneath his fingers. old, like the couch itself, it lingers on his fingers until he lets it drop. heavy are his eyes. though his mind tries to keep buzzing, the limitations in his body and the after effects of the stimulants remind him how long it's been since he's last been this comfortable. even his breathing has slowed to a restful state.

his head turns towards them, resting on top of theirs, gently brushing up against a scarred ear. eyes closed, he takes another breath. the faint scent of antiseptic reminds him of where she's been, as does the warmth it comes with.

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I know I’m running late—I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.

Lang Leav, “A Postcard” (via larmoyante)

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All these traces of his life seemed to clutch him, and to say to him: No, you’re not going to get away from us, and you’re not going to be different, but you’re going to be the same as you’ve always been; with doubts, everlasting dissatisfaction with yourself, vain efforts to amend, and falls, and everlasting expectation, of a happiness which you won’t get, and which isn’t possible for you.

Leo Tolstoy, from Anna Karenina (Penguin Books, 2003; first published 1877)

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You’re so fucked up, and you know it too. Not the bad kind of fucked up. The kind of fucked up where life just hit you with a load of disasters that you couldn’t even begin to understand, let alone handle. Every day I watched you battle these demons; I hope the day comes where you don’t have to anymore. I hope you love yourself some day.

(l.p.)

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As light trickles through the blinds, the doctor takes the time to look up from his work. It’s understandable that Rhodes Island keeps a routine within the deeper confines of the land ship to promote healthy day and night cycles, but here - on Kazimierz - there’s no such difference. The light above may be quenched for the night, but there’s plenty to be found. Bouncing off the sky-stretched, steel structures is the light from the expanse billboards that never seem to leave. 

It’s different, plenty so, when looking at Nearl and imagining what the knight’s homeland’s like. Honor stained with thickly lined, sanguine pockets and assassination attempts no different than the weather.

Though, it’s likely he’ll never fully understand, he can see the look on Nearl’s face as she stares at her homeland and the growing determination as they drew near. Perhaps that’s why it didn’t surprise him when she turned in her resignation letter back then.

The light in her heart, does it match her title now?  

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