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dramavixen · 4 months
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There Will Be Ample Time (故乡,别来无恙) – [ENG SUBS] (Complete) (link redirects to Captionfy)
As the old adage goes: leave no stone unturned, and leave no good drama unsubbed.
Summary: Four ladies return to Chengdu, the city of their youth, for a variety of personal and professional reasons. Through their friendship, bonds with family, and newfound romances, they discover how they truly want to live. More detailed recommendation post here.
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Same process as usual! I don't have a release schedule; I just update the playlist with episodes as I finish them. If you share any of the videos (and I hope you do because this show is excellent), please only use the Captionfy links and do not reupload to other sites.
**Also remember to turn off CCs from the actual video so you don't see the terrible AI subs! I mean...so you don't get double subs.
And if you're feeling generous, you can tip me with a Ko-fi.
Enjoy!
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souptomatobasil · 7 months
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Hello and welcome to the "ah fuck i skipped like two updates by accident" MEGA UPDATE Whoops <3 Anyway here's everything you missed ok im gonna go back to working on the rest of the comic now <3
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alchiimia · 4 months
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@experimentalfma
Rocket.
A vehicle that uses jet propulsion to accelerate without using the surrounding air. 
It was ironic, maybe even a bit laughable, that someone who'd seen chimeras, giant walking statues, stones in the color of blood made from human souls... that it was something as common as this throwing Edward's mind into shock and awe. Or, well - common in this world, anyway. A world not bond to the law of equivalent exchange, a world where Science reigned supreme and Alchemy was lost to the dark medieval times. His world, now. For the good and for the bad.
But, yes, rockets. Damn interesting things. Ed was by far a man of chemistry, rather than physics and math, yet learning about these equations was entertaining nonetheless; he'd always loved learning new things. The little mountain of books currently piled up beside him spoke for itself. He'd been in the library all morning, reading and learning and indulging into the perfect escapism while ignoring everything else wrong in his life - hours passing by and barely moving, save for the turning of pages and the occasional shuffling into a slightly different sitting position. That was, until he actually ran out of books in the mini-mountain.
And that's when God saw fit to remind him that, even by the other side of the Gate, he was still accountable for his sins and must repent.
Because, of course - the one book Ed now really wanted was out of reach; peeking down at him from the very top of the shelf. Downright mocking him with its shiny cover and rich colors. Come and read me if you can, I'm so interesting!, Ed could practically hear the siren's call. And what was Edward Elric once Fullmetal Alchemist if not stubborn and resilient? Taking the chair he’d been sitting on, he brought it closer and climbed on top and - there! Problem solved. Or, almost... for, in the end, he did not grab the thing all the same. Suddenly distracted by the very characteristic sensation of being stared at.
"What? Never seen someone who can’t reach the top shelf?"
A short person, in other words, but it would take far more than being stuck in a foreign, alternate universe for Ed to admit it out loud. And, yes, maybe he was being grumpy. Maybe the stranger, whoever they were, didn't even mean to stare and was simply also searching for a book in that same shelf. Maybe it was just Ed's paranoia kicking in, because the past had taught him over and over again that being stared at usually implied having to prepare for a battle. Either way, when glancing over his shoulder with a scowl and ready to shoo the person away, what Edward found was-
...A ghost.
Past and future mashed together, and no single explanation given. 
His gold-colored eyes widened and suddenly it was Ed staring, staring hard and helplessly, color draining from his features and every ounce of strength momentarily leaving his body.
"....Al...?" 
But could it be…? His beloved Alphonse, returned to flesh body and somehow here in this world…? give him back, he’s my little brother, he’s everything i have, you can even take my heart Ed's hand that had been left hanging absently found the book, then, but a different one and far heavier. And that, along with the discharge of entropy suddenly taking over his mind, the sudden screeching of his memories plunging all over again into that dreadful night, could really only have one outcome: Ed losing his balance and toppling right off the chair with a quiet gasp. And not only did he meet the library floor right on his butt and in a very undignified manner but, right after, that same volume came to drop on his head.
And, somewhere in the Gate, Truth was probably laughing hysterically.
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eatyourdamnpears · 11 months
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I hate the fact that I couldn’t get out if I needed to. I don’t have a car or license. I can’t work. I can’t afford any rent in my area with disability. I don’t have control of my finances. I can’t take care of myself. I’m just… stuck here. I’m stuck living in a house that can become so easily volatile and I don’t know how to get out if the time comes where I need to
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stinkrascal · 2 years
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me and bf went shopping for accessories for the renaissance festival and then we went to a local festival in our town and ate so much food and drank sooooo much beer ! very fun stuff but wow im so exhausted now
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zkretchy · 2 years
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Finally fought my brain into giving Kiyan just any design to get the accumulated brainrot out onto digital paper
Said brainrot was getting the design more down with just some waiting in rain, chibi-doodle of the one mission we actually know about (giving mental-hello to Adrien for giving us any extra info as well) and letting him just nap in a tree cuz cat
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larchelle-ffxiv · 1 year
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okay THREE HOURS LATER, i think i've FINALLY FINISHED wanted to get more poses done bc i'm still Very Very Normal about the fic i commissioned lmao (nsfw, beware)
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and if you wanna see The Goods (TM): https://privatter.net/i/6970427
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csmeaner · 2 years
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Omg, Rejam, just stfu and stop whiteknighting for Stygians. It's not the worst CS group, but it's far from faultless.
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smiledotdeer · 2 years
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"I like your suit!" // from poppy
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This is not the first time he's come across a talking doll...but Alastor is still surprised by it. He's also still polite, despite being taken aback, and he winds up bowing gracefully in response. "Why thank you, madam! Your outfit is rather lovely as well, if I may be permitted to say so!"
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agcntkennedy · 4 months
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@maximoffweasley
He really must have been a deadass complete bastard in a previous life, Leon was certain. He must have been Genghis Khan or Nero or something like that, to deserve the karma that had befallen him nowadays. How else do you justify being sucked into not one, but TWO zombie apocalypses? Though, to be fair, he wasn't sure if the current state of affairs could be blamed on something like a virus. The villagers were surely hostile, to put it mildly, but they were still human - they acted crazed and absent-minded, but at the very least they looked human. Nothing like the decaying horrors he'd seen back at Raccoon City, nothing like what Marvin Branagh had become-
Yeah, okay Leon. Deeps breaths, buddy. That's enough with the vivid imagination. He hadn't been hired for the job to understand how a cult of maniacs was born, or any of the like. The job consisted, precisely, on eradicating as many of the fuckers as necessary in order to find the President's daughter and safely bring her home - and that's what he would do.
That's what he was doing at the moment, to be accurate. Dodging punches and kicks and grabs, dodging pitchforks and shovels, jumping over wood fences and hopping up and down rooftops, shooting bullet after fucking bullet and just trying his goddamn best to goddamn survive. What else was new. On second thought, maybe some sort of BOW enhancement was involved... because there's no way a regular human being could withstand so many shots to the head. Or Leon would like to believe that, anyway - he'd like to believe he was good at headshots, thank you very much, and if it was taking so many to drop a single angry grandma then there had to be some kind of explanation he wasn't yet privy to.
More than blows to his ego, however, what he really ought to worry about were blows to his body. Because he would surely drop dead if one of those axes decided to collide with his skull. And yet... all of a sudden, it was like none of that mattered anymore. He wasn't just hallucinating, right...? All of a sudden, the vicious mob that'd been relentlessly chasing him around the village square collectively decided he didn't matter anymore and, instead, dropped weapons and objects alike and began their docile way towards what seemed to be a small chapel.
What the actual hell.
Still catching his breath, Leon simply observed as the strange scene unfolded and tried his best to stay out of their way. They truly behaved like they were brainwashed, like a switch in their brain that screamed UN FORASTERO! had been turned off and, in its stead, another had been pressed that compelled them to follow the toll of a bell. Also, why was the bell ringing all of a sudden...? So many questions, absolutely no answers. To the point where, baffled as he was, Leon could only blurt out the first thing coming to mind.
"Where's everyone going? Bingo?"
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aridadne · 1 year
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therapized!
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innerkittenthoughts · 2 years
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tgcg · 3 months
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we do a bit of trolling
CG: OKAY DAVE, I KNOW WE CAME TO A TRUCE ON THE WHOLE FOOD WARS SHTICK, I'M NOT ABOUT TO HURL TWENTY MORE INSULTS AT YOUR EARTH CUISINE, BUT.
CG: BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.
TG: man
TG: ok look i was kinda preoccupied with the seven minute voice message i left you about the infinite jump glitch in sonic 06 and it turns out i cant measure water and talk at the same time
CG: DON'T SLOSH IT!!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!!! IT LOOKS LIKE BILE!
TG: yeah well its the last pack of mac n sheese and im gonna eat it whatever viscosity it decides to have
TG: i can make this work
TG: is cheese soup a thing
TG: nah theres no way in hell
TG: k so what is your cooking proficiency like what are we dealing with here
CG: OH, I DON'T KNOW. I WOULD SAY I CAN PROBABLY FOLLOW BASIC INSTRUCTIONS, POSSIBLY LIKE THE ONES THAT WERE ON THE BACK OF YOUR SALIVATION-INDUCING SLOPFEST YOU'VE GOT GOING ON HERE.
TG: alright cool i got a pitch
TG: might work might dont
CG: THAT ISN'T SO MUCH INSPIRING CONFIDENCE IN ME AS IT IS TAKING WHAT MORSELS OF FAITH I HAD IN YOU OUT BACK AND THRASHING THEM IN A DARK ALLEYWAY.
TG: alright so im basing my operations on like the core features of water im talking the ten commandments of h2o-logy
TG: as the component responsible for the shlop of my shlock presented before you
TG: it can evaporate right
CG: … YEAH?
TG: ok but cheese doesnt evaporate does it you cant get a cheese mist
CG: OH NO.
TG: cheese doesnt evaporate it just like melts
TG: or dries
TG: so my theory is if i jam this shit in an oven or maybe the microwave
CG: NEITHER OF THOSE WERE IN THE INSTRUCTIONS AND YOU KNOW IT
TG: but the problem is the pasta is already cooked and all up in there so if i microwave it the pastas gonna go soggy and i cant have that
CG: DAVE.
TG: so microwave is out of the picture im assuming oven heat will keep the pasta dry while also evaporatin the water without removing the cheese
TG: that checks out doesnt it
CG: CUT THE BULLSHIT. STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF.
CG: YOUR INSISTENCE ON UPSTAGING YOUR OWN STUPIDITY IN FRONT OF ME ISN'T CUTE OR ENDEARING. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO PULL AND I'M NOT FA--
CG:
CG: WAIT… NO… WOULD-- WOULD THAT…?
TG: real brain wrinkler huh
CG: OH SUCK MY FAT FUCKING SHAME GLOBES
TG: dude you even pointed out the tripwire and you still went ahead and threw yourself over it what kind of troll are you
CG: I DIDN'T FALL FOR SHIT! OBVIOUSLY MY ATTEMPT TO HUMOR YOUR RAPIDLY DETERIORATING SENSE OF "INTELLIGENCE" WENT CLEAN OVER YOUR NUGBONE! YOU'VE PROVEN YOUR POINT, MY FAITH IN YOU IS COMPLETELY MISPLACED.
CG: WOOPS! SILLY ME FOR BELIEVING IN YOU! WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?
TG: hahahaha oh man
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me tagging a writing draft so I don't forget the overall vibe: #retired?? #HUSBANDS????
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neinofthem · 6 months
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the aeor arc is so beautiful like the nein are having the shittiest time of their lives they find out that essek’s in eiselcross they are EXTREMELY suspicious but they go to check it out because what the hell they just fought a dragon might as fucking well. so they rock up to vurmas and essek is having the worlds’ longest most awkward panic attack which they politely ignore. they tell him about the dead member of the wizard cabinet in caleb’s back pocket and essek overcomes five separate complexes to ask them to please leave which they do but then they come back and are like uh. hey. ikithon’s after you. woops. and essek is like um ok well i will die which is like whatever. and THEN caleb’s like well we actually want to ally with trent are you cool with that and essek’s like fuck no but i’m still in love with you :( so the nein lock themselves in his office to debate whether or not they trust him while essek paces outside and considers killing himself and then when they let him back in they’re like ok essek we trust you more than the child torturer like we don’t trust you that much but you can come with us. and essek is too busy staging a dream ballet in his head after he heard the word ‘trust’ to listen to the rest so he gives an impassioned monologue about trust and friendship until the nein are like. well :/ sure buddy if it helps you sleep at night. i guess. and then when they saved the world together for actual real essek helps ONCE and it’s to assist in taking a nap. absolutely insane that this happened on my screen and i’m still here to tell the tale i don’t know how i’m still standing to be honest.
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