My family: Hey you wanna come to lunch with us today? We’re gonna make you anyway because when was the last time you left your house?
Me: Well I WOULD but you see I’m neck deep in an obsession about my OC for a mobile otome game and even though I’m not editing his story like I should be right now, I am fleshing out his relationships with the canon characters & my other OCs just for my own knowledge and like yeah I could leave it for a bit but I am just in the MIDDLE of it right now-
My family: 🙂
Me: Yeah okay lemme get my shoes on.
This is how it would go if I even bothered trying to explain the OC stuff to them. But while my parents are aware of the shenanigans, they don’t get it & I already know that excuse won’t work. So fine I guess I’ll leave my house today.
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So I started to watch 9-1-1 with Shark and can you imagine her face when we reached S02 E11???
“911? A shark bit a man! Beach, no, we’re on the freeway!”
“Oh, yeah, she’s a tiger shark and we’re bringing her back into the wild.”
They lose the bite on the guy’s arm with the jaws [insert joke] of life.
The rescuers immediately start to slosh water onto the shark like it’s a dolphin, then they strap it in front of a fire truck to drive it to be released at a beach, and that’s the moment when I heard Shark make her usual “pained by media portrayals of sharks” sound, but like tripled.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
911 fandom, if you see this:
I need gif sets of the shark strapped in front of the fire truck, please, because there are definitely downsides to being a marine biologist.
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hi so i just finished bridge to terabithia and now i’m unwell and my eyes are red because i’ve been crying before i’d even reached 20 minutes of it for i actually knew what was going to happen and by the time i reached an hour something something i just straight up sobbing screaming into my pillow. and now it’s 12 am and i’m still thinking about them. because god, look at them, how they were, the little world they lived in, wouldn’t you just love that, to run away, to escape, to grasp that childhood naivety and innocence that you lost a long time ago, to feel the sun in your skin and the air in your lungs and to paint fantasies and laugh and play and run hidden away from the world and find an old run down tree house and decided to make it your own little shelter and pin up canvases on the worn wood and paint and let your creativity goes wild and have someone understand you and gets you and do it with you, and wouldn’t you just love to have something so constant, so sincere, so genuine, so pure, so real, that there wasn’t anything else. if i knew i was going to cry this much, if i knew how much space this movie would make in my life, i wouldn’t have started this movie tonight. i would have been in peace on the floor of my room, not realizing how badly i actually want something like this even though i would never unironically admit this to anyone in my life or even myself when i’m outside of the familiar place of my mind, for that matters
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Sorry I’m just so curious over poppy playtime rn but I wonder if DogDay isn’t a kid but is Richie
Y’know the guy in the tape we hear before meeting DogDay? I wonder if the guy he was talking too set him up to be turned into Dogday
If it’s true that kissy missy is the employee that tampered purposefully with the paint machine and ended up being “fired”, I think at this point the last things you’d want to do in playtime co as an employee is either:
A.) disagree with what their doing like what Richie said how he didn’t like that the orphans were kept in an underground orphanage and no one was allowed to speak to them, aka being deemed a “Heretic” to playtime Co.
B.) Purposefully sabotage development and research like who I believe to be kissy in chapter 2 did
or C.) try to dig in to what’s going on at playtime Co. and being a threat that’ll report them to the proper authorities and shutting everything like that I.T guy did when he thought that pedophiles where putting nanny cams in their “Robotic” giant toys eyes built for security and was super close into finding out that the toys were alive and were made from children
They’d either turn you into a toy or use you as food for the “Bigger Bodies”
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i’d really like to do full costume renderings of designs for the lords in black (and also probably ghost max cause i have a couple things i’d really like to do with that costume…)
i really wanna lean into the whole eldritch Vibes of the lords & make some more explicit connections to their plushie forms, while still maintaining the silly childish veneer on top .
and with max i wanna incorporate the actual death wound . there’s not really a ton else i’d change because i adore that costume but like come on. there’s a whole prosthetic with the shirt ripped open and gore exposed when he’s dying and there’s not even a hole or a patched hole on the ghost costume? it just feels like a missed opportunity
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Something that I need to revisit — a pain I keep burying, and words I wish I could have said.
This is very out of character, especially for someone like Jumin. Feel free to skip this piece; I couldn’t come up with an ending.
“Do you… do you not want to be with me anymore?”
“I don’t.”
Your heart paused - then hammered with a vengeance in your chest.
Jumin’s words - so immediate, so decisive - were worse than any punch to your gut. You had done it. You pushed your… husband…? So far away that he couldn’t find his way back.
And he didn’t want to.
Realizing you weren’t breathing, you shakily turned to face your desk. What were you supposed to say? What were you going to do, now? The man you had been with for so much of your life didn’t want you anymore.
The man who had promised you forever decided forever was too long.
Jumin spoke your name - loud and firm - but all you could hear was a sharp ringing in your ear. Like a bomb had exploded near you. Or inside of you.
“You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll have the divorce papers filed and faxed to you.”
“Jumin —”
“Forgive me. But I don’t want to hear any more excuses from you.”
So cold — so unfeeling. You had done that to him.
“I… I’m sorry —”
“I know. You’ve said it many times before.”
“Jumin.” You stumbled towards him. You didn’t like begging anybody for anything. But there were always firsts for everything. Clasping your hands in front of you, you stared into his eyes, void of any sentiment. “I know I haven’t been easy to live with, but you can’t…”
Jumin crossed his arms definitively over his chest — blocking himself from you completely. “I can’t what. I can’t leave? Is that what you’d like to say?”
Power surged through your voice. “I promised you till death do us part, and you promised me the same!”
He didn’t say anything. His expression towards you didn’t change.
“You — you saw me at my worst, and decided that it was too much?”
“Every time I tried to help you, you shoved me away. You were always angry with me over something — something.” A trace of emotion escapes Jumin’s lips. “Each time, you’d apologize. But nothing came from it. You remained closed off, hostile, insufferable.”
You trembled harder now. “Have you stopped to think that I’ve put up with your imperfections without complaint? I’ve always had an open ear for you. My arms were always open for you. And — when things were too hard for you to talk about, I’d show you more compassion than you had ever shown yourself.”
Jumin’s eyes stayed trained on yours. “You didn’t sit in front of our bedroom door, stressed beyond belief because I wouldn’t open the door for you. You didn’t have to chase after me —”
“I didn’t?!”
Jumin closed his mouth and clenched his jaw. The vein on the side of his neck started to swell.
You swiped hastily at the tears in your eyes. “I know I can be difficult. I know that I still have a lot to heal from, but I am not the only one.”
Jumin’s brows lowered.
“When you proposed to me, did you stop to consider that I am my own person suffering from my own demons? Or were you too absorbed in what you wanted in the moment?”
Jumin didn’t say anything. His body language didn’t reveal anything to you. His silence was deafening.
Frustrated beyond comprehension, you broke the skin on your palms, nails digging too far in. “When you saw me… all of me… you decided it was too much. But the surface level of my soul would have sufficed, right? The honeymoon phase of us was enough, right?”
Jumin finally broke eye contact with you… and checked his watch. “Can we wrap this up? I have a meeting in ten minutes.”
Your fingertips tingled. Your head pounded. Finally, your knees buckled — and you retched into the trash bin beside your desk.
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