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stagefoureddiediaz · 8 months
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Actually obsessed with the story telling through the hands in rwrb - so so good and beautiful and powerful
It was so reminiscent of old Hollywood from the 30’s- 60’s - when it was the only way they could show intimacy and sexual attraction and sexuality and get it aired on screen without causing public outcry and being accused of being pornographic. That idea of suggestion and connection and expression. I adore it’s use in queer narratives here - because in the same way that audiences have become accepting of seeing more sexual intimacy in heterosexual on screen romances we are now seeing queer romance on screen charting a similar course to being seen as normal - it is the path to acceptance of queer narrative as mainstream.
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letsplayitcool · 1 year
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anyone else glad that they're not showing the last of us all at once. everyone can talk about the episode at the same time instead of watchers being at different stages. if you could binge the show i don't think the eps would be as memorable imo
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So Rick did this and I love it, Percy is so loved.
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But look at Nico's gift.
Tartarus=hell
Hellfire clubs design is very similar
Plus, Nico was very obsessed with Mythomagic right? And Mythomagic seems pretty similar to Dnd.
So where would he get inspiration for a club from?
A show based around Dnd
And Rick said Percy and his world exists in its own separate timeline
Does this mean they can watch Stranger Things?
Yes.
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celery505 · 10 months
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Throwing in another weird headcanon in this fic now. I’m a bit conflicted on it because on one hand it is a terrible thing for rimmers family to do but also it is weird and a bit random. Ill put it in the tags and ill still have it in the fic I just don’t know if people get what I mean
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warlenys · 1 year
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i’m so glad the child chase kissed was alison dilaurentis because it means i can i know you wanna kiss me my way through it
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yesterdayiwrote · 2 years
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Nothing sums up the UK’s weird relationship with F1 drivers more than the fact Stefano Domenicali is also at Wimbledon today but sat next to the Royal Box, while George Russell is sat next to some Twitch streamers.
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pertinax--loculos · 2 years
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Russian Roulette
Or, What Happens When The Bad Guys Devise A Test For The Precognitive They’ve Captured
Content Warnings: forced participation in a game of Russian roulette; graphic description of self-inflicted gunshot wound
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Travers looms over the table, and his grin is bright and keen and cruel.
"The game," he says, "Is Russian roulette."
He slams a handgun down on the centre of the table.
The other three people jerk backwards away from it. Ethos remains motionless, staring at the sleek shiny ugly gun.
"For those not up with the classics," Travers says, "This is a six-shot revolver. There's only one bullet in it. Each of you aim the gun at your own head and pull the trigger. The winners are those left at the end of the game. The loser, well..."
The grin widens, fervent and sick and deranged. His eyes range over the three other prisoners and come to rest on Ethos.
"Be helpful if you could see the future."
The others glance at him, varying degrees of curiosity. Each of their futures is so short it's impossible to tell just by length which one of them is the victim. It could be him. He'd never know.
"So, then." Travers is enjoying this immensely, resting a hand on the back of the twitchy man and the woman's chair, leaning down to beam into their faces. "Who wants to go first?"
A rustling around the table. Ethos flicks frantically through the futures and sees the once-muscled man consider throwing a punch. That ends his life almost immediately. Twitchy wants to get up and run and just see how far he will make it. He won't make it far.
"Well?" Travers prompts. Threatens.
The woman reaches forward, her fingers shaking. She draws the gun towards her, the scrape of metal across the wooden tabletop unbearably loud in the sudden hush of the room.
She's uncomfortable with the gun, beyond the threat it poses to her life; unfamiliar, might be a better word, though even Ethos has seen enough movies to know how this goes. She wraps her palm around the grip and lets her forefinger rest on top of the trigger. Hefts it upwards as twin tears bleed out of the corner of her eyes and make long shimmering tracks down her cheeks. She places it just in front of her ear. The room is filled with the anticipatory silence of a single held breath.
The woman sobs. It crackles through the air like lightning, and she pulls the trigger.
The gun clicks and she practically flings it away from her. It skids across the table and skitters to a halt directly in front of Ethos.
"Now, we do have rules to follow." Travers reaches over Twitchy, making him flinch, sliding the gun into the spot in front of him. "Around the circle to the left."
Twitchy is shaking all over, and the jerky movements he makes as he lifts his hand seem to match the frantic hammering of Ethos's pulse. He keeps his finger straight, not curled around the trigger, as he raises the gun to his head. A single breath, not long enough for the anticipation to take hold, before he shifts his finger and pulls the trigger.
Another click. Twitchy places the gun back onto the table with almost reverent care.
Travers grins as he slides it over to Ethos.
It's impossible to tell what's going to happen, now, his own future a total blank. Ethos skims his fingers over the metal and wood of the gun. He's never fired one before. Never had a desire to. Doesn't have the desire to now.
There's not a lot of other options. He knows they'll kill him if he refuses.
It's heavier than he expected. The effort the woman appeared to put in makes more sense as he shifts his fingers around the grip, keeping his finger straight like Twitchy did. He doesn't want to squeeze the trigger accidentally, doesn't want to ruin his one chance. The whole gun is warm, and Ethos wonders if it's been fired recently. If it's just warm because wherever Travers kept it had to be close to his body. Whether it's Travers's personal weapon, whether he gets some sick sense of satisfaction or gratification out of watching it be used to slaughter the innocent.
He wonders if any of them sitting here are truly innocent, and he presses the barrel to his temple and pulls the trigger.
The resultant click is like water rushing through his muscles, and his hand falls heavily to the table, fingers still wrapped around the gun. It takes until Travers moves for him to find the strength to release it, and then he shoves it away from him quickly, violently, disgust roiling sickening and hot in his stomach.
Once-Muscled stares down at the gun, his jaw working, eyebrows twisted together enough they almost merge into one. His hand doesn't shake as he reaches for it. His grip doesn't hesitate as he lifts it, left-handed, to his head. His jaw doesn't have time to unclench when the bullet explodes from the chamber and shreds half his skull.
Blood and brain and shards of skull shower Ethos and he'd jump from the sensation, if he wasn't so preoccupied with the fucking explosion ringing in his ears, the sound of the gunshot magnified what feels like one thousand, echoing rancid and final around his skull, and when he licks his lips he tastes the iron tang of blood not his own and his stomach wrenches, twists and tries to empty itself of everything that's not in it, and Travers is grinning wider than ever and speaking even though Ethos can't hear it over the piercing whine drilling into his ears and--
"Well?" Travers prompts. Threatens.
Ethos reaches across the table. Wraps his fingers around the gun. Lifts it, heavy and violent and warm, to his temple. Curls his finger around the trigger and pulls it three times in quick succession.
Jerks it away from his head and sights down the barrel towards Travers's skull.
"I'll show you the future," he says, and pulls the trigger for the fourth time.
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butchfalin · 5 months
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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miniaturecatmentality · 2 months
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guys I just found the greatest video on the internet
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nouverx · 2 months
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"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind
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cognitiveinequality · 6 months
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So... a bunch of NFT grifters threw a party in Hong Kong this weekend and reportedly a bunch of attendees are now at risk of permanent eyesight damage because the promoters used unsafe lighting, and people are going to the ER...
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vivi-scera · 13 days
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last rb HUGE implications for [REDACTED]
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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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callisteios · 8 months
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Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!
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batemanofficial · 1 month
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that smoking in public poll got me thinking. you don't get to waffle about being neutral with these options you gotta choose
i personally like the smell of weed but dislike the smell of cigarette/tobacco smoke, but combing through the notes on that poll indicates that this opinion may be unpopular! idk!
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greencarnation · 6 months
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"ukraine invasion" vs "israel-hamas war" hm. something something wording and western media bias and propaganda
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