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alright official announcement because i will not be critiquing my boys whatsoever, i save that shit for during the season :) i WILL however go ballistic at lou at some point in the coming days. i’m so proud they crawled their way into the fight.
will be bandwagoning panthers (solely for the rat. i’m not proud of it but what can i say) & wild (also solely for boldy. the kid has a face that’s very easy to root for, okay.) if they can make it out of the first round.
no matter what, canes have made my shit list 🙃 was kinda indifferent before cause we only see them so many times a year and their style is so… bland? idk. but playoff version of bland is just whiny apparently so. fully hoping they get upended by a young, equally annoyingly whiny devs team or eventually just crushed by another hard hitting team like the bruins/panthers since they didn’t like getting physical at allllll (or sneaky leafs??) (literally anyone but tampa because then i will turn off hockey and say screw it until september preseason). maybe they get off the shit list next year maybe not but i’m going to be bitter and petty about it for a few months.
til next year, isles lb… or maybe just until the annual frankie borelli foreplay pod/isles golf youtube extravaganza ep drops this offseason because you already know i will be losing my mind over it
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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ruegarding · 7 months
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i never understood ppl claiming percy has never suffered the consequences of his loyalty. you're talking about percy "i know the prophecy said my friend would betray me but these are my friends they wouldn't betray me" jackson, who walked into a remote part of the forest with luke and almost died in book one. you're talking about percy "kronos told me point-blank there was a traitor but i can't imagine any of these ppl betraying me" jackson, who decided to stop looking for the traitor and moved on. you're talking about percy "nico is acting suspicious and very clearly hiding something from me but he's my friend and i trust him" jackson, who walked into nico's very obvious set up and almost got himself held hostage during the titan war. percy is so loyal that he cannot fathom betrayal until it's happening, and it has nearly killed him multiple times.
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feelin-frazzled · 5 months
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Bold of you to assume I can tell apart gender envy, romantic, sexual, aesthetic, and platonic attraction
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glo-shroom · 2 months
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yes & no by Natalie Wee | Trigun Ultimate Overhaul
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dandylion-s · 1 year
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Anyone feel like too much goddamn stuff is happening at once
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it’s their’s to burn
sharing a cigarette with joan of arc - dante émile ( @orpheuslament ) // photography by brendon burton
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salted15 · 5 months
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"No, I'm no~ ...girl's toy!"
(commission link)
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nyxofdemons · 6 months
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THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????
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faunandfloraas · 21 days
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"A New Day Will Dawn."
-Said some guy named Luke probably.
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Welcome to my #HHStargazersAU! Stay Tuned~♡? -Bubbly💙
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bluegiragi · 1 year
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the prettiest pets you'll ever see (happy valentine's day!)
nsfw version on patreon
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radioactive-mouse · 2 months
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i keep thinking about like. how the brutality levels vary between seasons and how secret life is the natural culmination of everything these people have been through and the watchers pushing everything to extremes. i’m going to try to articulate how crazy this makes me
3rd Life: god. 3rd life was a clear cut war. we haven’t seen a season since where nearly everyone has such an intense devotion to their chosen faction. the fact that there’s no precedent that they’re coming back next season, the fact that as far as they know, dying means staying dead, makes just how much they’re willing to go down with the ship that much more heartbreaking. grian ended the season exactly how it was played by damn near everyone else— i love you, i would do anything for you, i would rather die than keep going without you. the season of widows.
Last Life: and then they come back. and then ending things isn’t an option. and all of a sudden it’s not a war, it’s a death match, and damn is the competition is vicious. deaths are more often than not a vague, impersonal thing— not get away from my king, my husband, my charge— just the flash of a knife and a quick sorry, just playing the game! if 3rd life told you to hold the ones you love close, defend them to your last breath, last life urges you to burn that love out of your chest entirely.
Double Life: but everything slows down eventually. no more dying for the one you love— just learning to live with them. double life is about knowing that when you die, you will go together, hand and hand into the dark. a soap opera, the players joke. a small kindness, the universe replies. again, pearl wins the same way everyone else lost— no, not yet, please, just give us a little longer together, i’m not ready, i’m so sorry—
Limited Life: but the clock, unyielding, ticks ever onward. and god, everyone is starting to feel it. that sick, nauseating feeling of dread creeping up on them: what if it never ends? what if this is it, this is all that’s left for us— tearing each other apart over and over and over again, and for what? for a show? to feed those hungry things lurking in the dark? we’ll give them a show. bombs rain from the sky, the world shaking under the weight of it. there isn’t a thing left by the end that’s not rubble. we’re all doomed! the players cry, laughing with nothing but nihilistic, unrestrained joy. none of it matters! we come back again, and again, and again, have a little fun with it! light the fuse, collateral be damned. when death means so little, what’s the point in pretending they don’t take a little joy in it? we settle this like grian and scar before us, scott jokes, armor and weapons tossed to the side. are you insane? martyn thinks, remembering the hollow look that would wash over grian’s face when he thought no one was watching. it ruined him. it will not ruin me. this is a death match for a reason.
Secret Life: and here it is. the natural conclusion. this season is candy colored, the map dotted with cute pink houses and silly builds, the players all running around doing these ridiculous tasks. it’s so easy to forget how bloody this season was. unclosing wounds, bruises that don’t fade, the sting of fire or falling from a simple misstep. the hurt never goes away, but it gets easier to ignore— distract yourself with something silly to pass the time: spyglasses and frogs and the ugliest house you’ve ever seen and matching leather jackets and the doghouse and the relationSHIP and a weird tunnel full of doors and secret soulmates and god it’s almost, almost, enough to forget how much it all aches, how much the grief weighs on you, how many times someone you love has died, sometimes to your own blade. almost none of the grudges you hold are real by now, not really. not when you’re going to live and die with these people for as long as the hungry, many-eyed things delight in your suffering. you love each other, in the strangest way— sure you’ve all killed and betrayed each other in a thousand different ways, but at the end of the day, they’re all you have. clinging to each other in the face of the vast, unknowable horrors that drive you to slash each other to pieces. it’s still a game, after all. they’ve gotta figure out how to be good sports about it eventually.
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fexiled · 2 months
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@stanuary Week Four: Strangers & Brothers
who are you again
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fettiowi · 9 months
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Sonadow fans when
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intotheelliwoods · 7 months
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ahahahah whoops my hand slipped :3 ahhahahaha ow
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