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sunnnfish · 1 year
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“If you just do everything you’re supposed to do you’ll eventually end up where you need to be.” Infinity train book 4 you fuck me up so bad still. “You can mess up even if you stand still…” MIN-GI PARK…..
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ink-the-artist · 7 months
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Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.
The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.
You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character
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risibledeer · 13 days
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I think I draw too much of him... I should really stop lol
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ruporas · 1 year
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the song of humanity will continue to be sung
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orionsangel86 · 3 days
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I am four episodes into Dead Boy Detectives and I cannot bring myself to skip this title sequence ever. This is Good Omens all over again. Like how can you not love skeletons dancing in bisexual lighting to upbeat spooky music?!?
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dizzybizz · 2 months
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cute date idea: feel a bit homesick while watching aurora borealis for a bit before absolutely destroying yourselves on black sand
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birdperselias · 4 months
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working on something soooo diabolical n twisted rn
unknown/nth by hozier x birdrick save me
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trobeds · 1 year
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i know the hunger games isnt about romance i know it isnt a love story but. theres just something so beautiful in the way peeta is the personification of what it means to heal and he /is/ the dandelion and the bread and the hope that things can be better even if they wont be fixed. even if the nightmares dont stop he will still hold her. wake her up and tell her shes alive. shes safe. and when its over and done and theres no more saving or protecting or trying their absolute hardest to die if it means keeping the other alive, the horrors dont stop. but katniss will still find that comfort in peetas arms.
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glitchedmagic · 9 months
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just when I think I can't get any more obsessed with decked out, Tango announces that one of the things you can buy in the crown shop is a "dungeon master lackey". basically he will join the player in the dungeon and follow simple orders to help them (but not do anything that relies on his knowledge of the game).
its gonna be so much fun and i really hope he records all of them and releases his pov of these
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cemeterything · 1 year
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idk if it's an actual trope but i really love it when there's a scene in a film or tv show where someone tries to defend their position but gets overwhelmed and told to lay down their weapons and rather than slowly, carefully laying it down while trembling in fear, throws them down with an expression of visible disgust and barely repressed boiling fury, because it's such a powerful gesture of defiance. like, sure, i know i'm beaten and there's no way i can fight my way out of this, you've got me cornered exactly where you want me, but why the fuck should i accept surrender with grace? what dignity is there in repressing my honest feelings about how much this fucking blows? what good is there in being a 'good sport' about it when you're against everything i stand for? no, actually. you don't get to see the shadow of defeat in my eyes just because you're holding a gun to my head. you'll never know the satisfaction of breaking my spirit. i'll deny you what you want until my last breath. kicks my sword angrily and scowls.
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bigdsgirl · 2 months
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I know that people are going to have mixed feelings about this premise of "Queen of Tears" but I am having a fucking ball.
Does he deserve a better life and less stress? Of course. Does she need open the fuck up and stand up for him to her family in front of him? Hell yes. Is his behavioral and joy at her diagnosis throw people off? Well duh. Will they fall back and love in this thorny predicament? TBH, I want it to happen! I know it's great when everyone is all fantastic and roses, but seeing two morally grey characters dealing with this moment. Oh I am eating it up!
We are only two episodes in, I am so excited to see where it goes next.
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cartoonpigeon · 1 month
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thinking about how its implied that Paul WILL eventually ecologically destroy dune. how in his quest to bring them "paradise" he will destroy their way of living. the way my heart sunk whenever it was mentioned. the way we see how badly water effects the worms
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saryasy · 8 months
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AND I'M DONE
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(don't worry he's just missing his angel)
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muleumpyo · 3 months
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ChanBig inspired by the amazingly beautiful fic At the end of your fingertips, us by nubeazul on ao3 💕💕💕
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Chan asks, and it’s suddenly very obvious that it was not disappointment what he thought he saw in his expression. It was worry. Concern. There's a lump in Big's throat. He can't get any air in. “I didn't think it was important,” he says truthfully, his voice coming out in a whisper. Something flickers in Chan's expression, quick as lighting. It's gone before Big can pinpoint what it was. *** Or: Chan helps Big get dressed in the mornings. Big tries to pretend he feels normal about that.
Below the cut, the scene from the fic that inspired this:
Chan takes a step back, looks him up and down, and frowns.
“Where is it?” he asks, his eyes wandering around the room.
“Where is what, sir?” Big says, confused.
“Your—ah, there."
Big doesn’t fully understand what he’s talking about until he sees him walk up to his bedside table and pick up the hair band he left there last night.
And then, because apparently the universe has a twisted sense of humor, Chan gestures to the bed, and says, “Sit.”
That can’t mean what Big thinks it means.
“Sir, there’s no need—”
“Big,” Chan cuts in, his voice carrying a bit more weight this time. It makes Big straighten his spine immediately. “Sit.”
And Big can’t say no. If Chan asks him to give a logical explanation, he won't be able to. It's not an option, after all, to say that he’s afraid that if Chan stands too close, if his touch lingers for too long, he’ll be able to somehow read between the cracked lines of Big’s practiced expression and see all his hidden truths lying there, bare and breakable and weak.
Before his eyes betray him, Big ducks his head in a nod and does as he’s told. He sits down and turns to face the bed’s headboard, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall and keenly aware of Chan’s presence as he moves to stand behind him.
“Has anyone told you you can be absurdly stubborn?” Chan asks, right before his fingers begin threading through Big’s hair.
Big closes his eyes against the sensation, willing himself not to lean into the touch and locking his muscles to stay still.
“Not recently,” he answers truthfully, and hears Chan huff a short laugh behind him. He ignores the way that sound makes him immediately want to smile back.
“I’m glad I remedied that situation,” Chan quips back, and Big is glad he can’t see him roll his eyes in response.
When Chan's hands fall away, Big misses his touch immediately. But he doesn’t get much time to process that, because Chan walks around to stand in front of him and Big has no choice but to look up and meet his eyes.
Chan seems to be assessing his work and, after a few seconds, he nods, seemingly satisfied.
And then—
Then he's reaching out, gently grabbing a loose lock of hair that sprang free from Big's ponytail to slowly place it behind his ear.
The intimacy of the gesture makes Big’s breath stutter; it catches in his throat and, in the silence of the early morning, it seems to resonate loudly in the room.
The moment must last only a second but is more than enough for a clear image to cross his mind: Chan’s touch, lingering, and him turning his face to place a kiss to the center of Chan’s palm in response.
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ofswordsandpens · 4 months
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actually I do love getting comments on my criticisms of the pjo show that are like "it feels like you're just nitpicking" cause its like yeah I sure am!! welcome to the blog!!!
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 11 months
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He's the biggest kid here. Large and In Charge.
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