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alphabetboyluvr · 10 months

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back to you | knj

REQUEST | @btsgotjams27

VIBES | angst

SOUNDTRACK | back to you - alexander stewart

HOLLY'S NOTE | tense jaw namjoon gets me feeling a certain type of way so thank youuuu for requesting this!! no warnings - references to shagging cos ofc and approx (1) questionable reference to Saint Augustine lmao. also joonie is 25 in this!! don't shout at me!! i know he's not 25 irl!!

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Namjoon watches the metronome on his desk tick... tick... tick..., ignoring the glare of the monitor screens in front of him.

There are two. One's open on the definition of a word that's been lodged in his frontal lobe for months, now, and the other is crammed full to the brim with dark grey producing software that he's sick of seeing. The windows open encase remnants of love songs that he can't seem to finish.

It's not for a lack of trying. Just impossible, he thinks.

They're an amalgamation of a love he never thought he'd lose, and the hopes of a future basking in it; notes of adoration dedicated to a devotion he didn't realise was quite so delicate, until his clumsy hands got a hold of it.

Mementoes for memories he can't bring himself to relive, they sit; solemn, unchanged. It's been like this for months. They're artefacts, now. Relics. Souvenirs. Trophies of a conquest he never entirely won; a bygone era in which his hair was lighter and the sun shone more frequently. Eventually, they'll be laid to rest in the paper waste icon down in the far corner of his screen.

No good. Not fit for use. Discarded before they've reached full maturity.

"Maturity," he mimics the screen with great contempt. He's 25. Brain's developed. Science says so.

And yet the loss he's mourning is all thanks to his perceived 'maturity,' or lack thereof.

It's not like you're dead, or anything dramatic like that. He knows he's being irrational. Knows his immaturity is shining through as he wallows in self-pity, four empty takeout cups of coffee waiting to be thrown away on the edge of his desk. He only leaves the studio to shower.

Doesn't even really sleep much these days. Has grown a little stubble; wonders if maybe that would make you think he was more mature. More grown-up. He sneers a little as he jots down a lyric idea; something about fine wine, how it ages, and how it was ironic you preferred cheap-as-shit soju instead of the bottles in his cooler.

In fact, when he really thinks about it, Namjoon thinks you were fucking mad to cite 'maturity' as a reason for you to break up.

He's old before his time; grew up quickly cause he didn't have a choice. Took it as an insult when you said 'we're at different stages in our lives.' Knows damn well he'd have stood on any stage with you. Fuck Wembley, fuck Jamsil, fuck SoFi. Fuck 'em all if they meant he couldn't have you.

But Namjoon would never give it up. You knew this at the time, and truthfully, so did he.

You would have never asked him to - but you can't dictate your life around him, and his plans, and his obligations. You've desires and goals of your own. Five years his senior, the impending pressures of your friends settling down - celebrating milestone anniversaries, moving back to your hometown to raise their families after their wild twenties spent in the big cities - was getting to you. It felt like you were lagging behind.

Whether either of you liked it or not, your relationship was a huge factor in that. You couldn't even tell your friends you were dating him. It's not like you ever wanted a huge legacy, but the erasure of your history together hurt.

A year of your life has been lost to a relationship that you can never speak of. There's an NDA. And even if there wasn't, you've too much respect for him to ever go against his wishes, or put him in a situation that could implode everything he's worked so tirelessly for.

So yeah, maybe you were out of line when you said he was immature, but no adult woman wants to live her life in hiding.

Nor does he - but he thinks the fact he that makes the conscious choice to live his life so privately is mature. Thinks if you were ever to call him, he'd block you. Show you what immature really looks like.

But you never do, so he never will.

Instead, he just scoffs again. "Immature," he mutters, shaking his head as he slouches into his desk chair. It spins ever so gently, Namjoon too irritated to stop it - but then he's facing the sofa and he's right back where he started.

See, Namjoon has been thinking a lot about you lately. It's time to submit his mixtape to the company; time for them to approve it for release. Trouble is, he hasn't been able to work on it since you left.

You've been in California for eight months. Since last August. Eight fucking months, and he hasn't touched a single thing, because it's all tainted with you. Stained. Ruined.

It's your favourite classical symphony sampled beneath the opening track; your lyrical suggestion in the bridge of his third track; your name he wordplays into obscurity on his fifth track. No one would ever be able to decipher it. It's just for him.

A little bit of you preserved forevermore; from a time when you were still his.

Kind of like the folder his mouse is hovering over.

It's password protected. Called 'drafts'. Looks inconspicuous. Just another plain folder icon. Nothing interesting. At least, it looks that way.

He can't bring himself to get rid of it - and yet the tick... tick... tick... of his metronome becomes the click-click-click of his mouse as he follows the electronic pathway back to you.

Namjoon enters the password. Knows he shouldn't. Knows he should also change the password, because typing in your birthday is fucking painful at this point.

There are six files in the folder. Voice notes. Audio files marked with dates and time stamps of last summer.

Above anything, he knows he shouldn't press play.

But he's 'immature'. Of course he'll do what he shouldn't - or at least that's how the voice in his head taunts him as he presses down on the play icon.

"Is it going?" Your voice echoes into the room. You giggle. Namjoon hears himself confirm that it is. He can picture it now. Remembers the shirt of his you'd been wearing after he'd snuck you into the company building. Knows exactly which part of his studio sofa you'd been on. "Okay, okay. Cool. What do you want me to do?"

"Just speak."

His voice sounds tender. Far softer than it does these days. He thinks he's grown since back then. Thinks he's matured. Thinks maybe if you'd have met him now, instead of then, perhaps it would have lasted.

"About what?" You had said with a laugh, and Namjoon finds himself burying his head in his hands at his desk.

"Anything. Everything. Your mind fascinates me, gorgeous."

"You're the one with genius-level, IQ," you had fondly teased him. "No one more fascinating than you. Did you really have to wear those sweats, though? You know they turn my mind to jelly."

"I can take them off, if it'll help."

"Keep them on," your voice had lowered. In the studio, Namjoon groans into his hands. Knows what's coming next. "Wanna see how much of a mess I make when I ride your-"

His nimble fingers race to the space bar, pausing the audio clip. Has listened to it enough times to know exactly what happens afterwards.

It's not like he needs the recording to remember. He remembers it all.

Remembers the semi he'd had at the time, and how the way you'd looked at him had him growing to full stiffness. Remembers the way you'd carried on talking nonsense when you were straddled across his thigh; and the way the conversation had dissolved into you being incredibly vocal about exactly what you wanted him to do with you. To you. For you.

And so it had become a goal: he'd been after the perfect moan to hide deep within the layers of his closing track. Would record you every now and again in the midst of a fuck. Would tell you how good you sound, how much he wants the world to hear you. Would say shit like 'you've got a voice that'll ruin lives, gorgeous,' or something about Augustine, and how he'd have never converted to celibacy if he'd have met you. Would whine along with you, and thank the lucky stars his apartment spanned over two floors - his poor neighbours probably would have complained, otherwise.

He puffs out his cheeks and sighs. Tilts his head back against the top of his chair, and lets his hand fall to his crotch. He palms it slightly; firm from the thoughts of your clammy body sticking to his, and the musky scent that he wished he could have bottled up for times like these.

"Get a grip," he berates himself, and spins back to the desk. He needs to get his feelings out. Speak them into existence. Admit that he misses you, and that he's been a bit of a mess since you've been gone. His mental block isn't going away anytime soon, so he may as well try a little honesty in its place.

He opens up the software for the mic that he keeps on his desk for rough recordings, and clicks on the red circle. Kind of feels kind of like a stop sign to him.

"Stop what?" he questions into the void. "Thinking about her? Avoiding her favourite coffee shop, even though it was mine too? Wasting all this fucking space in my brain like it's a storage unit for memories of her? I don't want them. I don't need them. Why can't I let them go? Why is she still in my head? And why am I scared of the day she won't be?"

He rambles and he rambles. Cries not once but four times. Goes on and on about why you're the fucking worst, and then he spirals into how much he loves the way you laugh, and how he's never felt anything better than your arms wrapped around his waist. Gushes about how committed you are to your work, and how much he's in awe of the way you prioritise yourself. Is proud when he mentions your achievements; is pissed off when he mentions the little quirks of yours he didn't love.

They're lies, of course. He loved everything you did - but it makes him feel better to feign hatred.

Makes him feel like it was his choice. Like he's the one who left.

He's pulled from his thoughts when his phone begins to ring. It's on loud, so he lets it ring for a bit. Knows it could sound good on the recording. He reaches over for his phone and rubs his spare hand over his face to psyche himself up.

It's probably just Yoongi, he thinks, like it normally is, wondering if he's at the office building. He doesn't check the caller ID - just answers it and automatically switches to speakerphone.

"Wassup?" He says into the receiver, far chirpier than he was during his rant. He's still a little dry, but he's performing now. Pretending like everything is fine.

There's a moment of silence. Namjoon's eyes flick to his phone screen. Checks the caller ID. Blood runs cold.

And then, there's a 'hey.'

Namjoon is the silent one, now. Doesn't know what to fucking say - and thankfully, you hate empty spaces in conversations.

So you fill it.

"I quit my job," you tell him.

Why you think he would care is beyond him.

But the last he knew, you loved your job. Something feels... uneasy within him. He remains silent. Lets you speak.

"There's a red-eye flight that leaves in four hours. LA to Seoul. I know it's..." You cut yourself off, struggling to find the right words to say. "Look, I know it's been eight months, and I know it's been rough. I thought I could do this whole 'life' thing without you, Nam, but... Fuck. I don't think I can. I... I think maybe I was the one who needed to mature. I know I put you through hell, but if I get on that flight, will you be there at the other end?"

It's a simple question, really - yes or no - yet it feels so much heavier than that. Feels like commitment. Feels like something he isn't ready for. Feels like something you rescinded your right to a long fucking time ago.

And so Namjoon laughs. It's cold. Is guaranteed to make you cry. He doesn't care.

"No."

The call ends, his finger forcefully tapping on the red button of his phone. He knows it'll hurt. Thinks 'good'. Reckons you deserve it.

But then he's scrambling; dialling your number back, holding his phone to ear, stomach in his throat, heart in tatters, swallowing back tears that threaten to fall on his part.

Being a cunt was much less satisfying than he thought it would be. In fact, if anything, it makes him feel even fucking worse.

All he wants is to see you. It's the only thing he wants.

You take a while to answer. He was right. It did make you cry. Mainly because you know you do deserve it.

There's no 'hello' when you answer. You say sorry, instead. "It was out of line for me to ask."

"Yeah," he says. "Kinda was."

"I just... I had to know. Eight months is a long time, isn't it? It's really fucking long."

Namjoon pauses. Bites down on his lip as it shakes. Sighs. "The flight... when does it land?"

"Nine-thirty."

"A.M.?"

"Yes."

"Into Incheon?"

"Uh-huh."

He can hear the tears you're fighting. Wonders if you can hear his.

"Get the flight," he finally says. "I'll meet you there."

"Wait... are you sur-"

He doesn't let you finish. He's had eight months of fucking torture without you. Eight months to think about all the things he wishes he could have done differently, eight months to play scenarios in his head. Eight months.

He can't go through it again. Can't be without you. It's too fucking hard.

"Get your ass on that flight," he says, stern in his tone.

"It's one-way," you warn him.

And even though you can't see him, you know there's a dimple in his cheek. Know he's smiling. Know it feels like a weight has lifted from his chest, because it feels that way for you, too.

"It better fucking be."

#namjoon fanfic #namjoon angst #namjoon ff #bangtan ff #bts fanfic #bts ff #byholly #so grrrrr @ tagging still !!

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estellaestella · 4 months

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I think Jennifer Lawrence is an acting genius. But her choices of movies really let her down. Watched NO HARD FEELINGS when I saw she was up for a Golden Globe but not only is it a below average film her performance in it is just passable. How does one get nominated for a GG when the expression on the top half of their face doesnt match with the lower half? For some reason she cdnt move her forehead and eyebrows...

I'm doubly saddened that she produced the film (please produce better stories than this!!) I think they/she put her full frontal in a nonsexual scene so as to not make it seem like a cheap cash grab but it was such an unnecessary scene that it's nothing but clickbait and marketing fodder. In fact that scene alone, where a woman hits a naked JLaw in the crotch, is enough to make this super offputting to women viewers. Maybe they needed that show of skin to make the rating R. Coz this might be the unsexiest R rated rom com you'll ever see, if you watch it. (Dont.) The boy is uncomfortable the whole goddamn film. And rightly so! Jlaw's character is terrrrrible at her *job*. There is zero seduction or romance so I cant even see this working as a date movie.

Oh and the direction was bad, with jokes not edited together right, reaction shots being missing or not shown close enough, or auditory jokes not landing right, like the shot revealing the car to sexy music was totally botched. And why would JLaw go with the writer of BAD TEACHER (2011) which has the world's most unfunny and unplausible storyline!? He took that story of a ballsy woman pretending to like a dude to gain money/goods, shoved it in the microwave and reheated it 12 years later. This is a waste of time and if you want to watch a rom com about a woman hired by a guy's parents to make him more worldly (!) go watch FAILURE TO LAUNCH (2006) instead.

Also, not sure why JLaw is reliving the trauma of her nudes being leaked by going full frontal in RED SPARROW and now this film.

#no hard feelings #no hard feelings 2023 #no hard feelings film #jlaw #jennifer lawrence #red sparrow

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wa-weirwood · 24 days

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Cyberpunk character sketches/aesthetic exploration

Been playing around with some character design ideas so here’s a dump with brief descriptions

Ex-mil gun for hire — when there’s no war, soldiers turn into cheap mercenaries. No price too low, as long as they get to empty their mags at someone.

Seraphim Monk — high orbit angels rarely leave the man made heaven of their satellite enclaves, and the revelations they deliver are rarely less than fatal. Their prices are unholy, but they live up to their lofty reputation.

Street style — style is eclectic and colorful, hairstyles are unpredictable, and new fashion trends are born every day among the urban youth only to be forgotten by the next. In a future where everyone stands out, it’s that much harder to blend in.

Port head — soft tech addicts may not be adorned with body mods or replaced limbs, but the software they slot more than makes up for that. Adaptors for drive types most people never heard of this side of the pacific, hardlinked neural ram boosters, and of course, portable compdecks modded and tricked out into the next decade. Hardcore port heads have seen every type of software on the net, but spend so much time there that their bodies go to waste.

Vampire cult assassin — dangerous business in the city is often conducted under cover of night, and it is said all that happens at night is the business of the vampire cult. Mystics who shun technological implants, they rely instead on biological modifications for superior strength and hearing. Enhanced eyes help by night, but blind them by day. The vampire cult eats only organic meat—hard to come by when synthetic protein is the standard for most, but their high prices pay for their needs… and tales of them drinking human blood still circulate, though only in daylight.

Junkyard diver — the massive scrap fields hold many treasures for those brave enough to venture into the tunnels and pools most have forgotten. Ancient technologies, lost relics, junkers claim every scrap of metal to be worth something… but most are no more than the junk they seem.

Bioelectricity vendor — the electric currents of one’s body are harnessed for many implants and hard body mods, but in destitute areas even electricity is a commodity. Some who can afford the equipment resort to charging batteries with their own body, wiring away their life watt by watt for less than dirt so some other beggar can power their tech for one more hour.

Third eye gang member — when they join the third eye, members have their first two removed and a new one implanted in their forehead and hardwired into their frontal lobe. Each member can see from the eyes of each other, and they never blink.

Street tough — those with the muscle and balls to earn their way in blood find many ripe fruits in the city, as long as they know which implants mean combat expertise and which are for looks. The good ones join up with a gang or become bounty hunters or mercenaries, the bad ones become another statistic.

#cyberpunk #art #cyberpunk art #cybercore #original character #original art

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crumbleclub · 11 months

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Masked Bully Gang Headcanon Stuff

Idk, I wanted to talk abt them lol

Freddy Mask:

I subscribe to the belief that this is Jeremy, the main reason being that he's one of few characters known to be alive (survived the frontal lobectomy and all), which matched the Fredbear mask sprite not having posession eyes, and that it wouldn't be a stretch for him to have known Michael (were coworkers later on)

So this also functions as Jeremy headcanons, just mostly prior to and immediately after the Bite

Anyway, very expressive kid. Generally pretty happy but it's easy to tell what he's feeling either way. Heart on his sleeve type

Extremely casual, not super interested in following any kind of formality. Gets away with it because he's a total sunshine and people find it charming

His relaxed behavior sometimes makes others assume he's lazy or incompetent, but that could literally not be less true

Jeremy is extremely well organized and efficient

He can be very goal-driven as well. Excellent multitasker.

All that aside, he's not the type to overwork himself for no reason. He prioritizes his friends and his own wellbeing over achievements unless there's something very important at stake

Bounced around a lot growing up due to his family situation. He has a single parent who's having trouble getting by; he's been in cheap apartments, homeless shelters, foster care, living out of his family's car, etc. Things start to get better financially as he gets older

His family is generally good to him but they don't have adequate resources. That being said he's been around foster parents and other adults who are really shitty at varying times as well

Spends a lot of time outside and doing structured activities just to have a place to go

Boy Scouts, school sports, babysitting, youth groups for churches his family doesn't even go to, he just has to be doing something

Probably becomes an Eagle Scout at some point actually. He's ridiculously competent

His biggest flaw is being unusually vulnerable to peer pressure

Probably had the most guilt of the three after the Bite

Tried to make up for it as much as possible by going out of his way to take as many opposite actions as possible. Getting involved with fundraising for children's hospitals, anti bullying stuff, etc

His response at the initial event was a complete freeze. He and Mike were the only two who didn't run, but neither were much help in getting Evan back down

Jeremy just kind of... stood there. He doesn't remember it.

Eventually jumped at the opportunity to be a night guard in hopes that it might help Evan and the other kids

Mike's most consistent friend through the years

Also the same age as Mike, they're probably 2 months apart or something like that. 13 when the Bite happens

Chica Mask:

I feel very strongly that Chica mask has a bowl cut.

Using he/him pronouns for him in this bc that's what he used his whole life but I do wonder if he'd end up identifying differently had he lived longer

From a big family, middle child but has mostly younger siblings still at home

And when I say big family I mean 10+ siblings. I would not object to it being closer to 20.

They struggle to make ends meet but not to the extent Jeremy's family does

Totally starved for attention

His parents love their kids, they just have way more responsibility than they could feasibly handle well + end up neglecting their kids out of a lack of parenting skill

They also don't really delegate responsibilities so nobody's really sure who's watching the younger kids at a given time

Nobody notices in all the noise when Chica kid leaves to go with his friends or comes back or gets into trouble etc

He's also not been taught some basic social stuff bc nobody had time for him. He doesn't understand boundaries at all bc he's used to a chaotic full house with little siblings climbing all over him and having to shout to get any attention etc etc

Probably the angriest of the three

He's a little younger than the others, 12 when the Bite happens. He's also small for his age and makes up for it by being Really Loud

Chihuahua energy

Probably the most likely to get into trouble even without his friends around (Mike is similar, but the other two aren't)

Ran when the Bite first happened. Terrified. The guilt never quite got to him because he couldn't get past the initial shock of what happened

He was scared, and angry, and confused. He hadn't expected it to happen; he was just lashing out blindly like a dumb kid.

The only one who didn't go to Evan's funeral

He reached out for help about a thousand times in a thousand ways but nobody ever did anything. His family didn't seem to realize anything had even happened no matter how loud he screamed for help or how badly he acted out

I don't know how he died yet. From the town's perspective, he wandered off one day and just disappeared

Idk if he got into substance use really early or if he did something self destructive on purpose or if he was just stressed and took too many risks goofing off somewhere dangerous or what, but I think whatever killed him in the end was how the Bite affected him, rather than William or anything like that

Bonnie Mask:

Probably the most well-adjusted, honestly

Quiet kid, smart

A little older than Mike, 14 when the Bite happens

Has a single dad; his mom died recently of an illness

Family does okay in terms of money; they're not rich but not struggling either

If he has any siblings I feel like they're far apart in age and not that close

He and Mike play baseball together or something. He's really into it but his skill level is pretty normal. Might be more into stats or trading cards than actually playing

Probably views his life in baseball movie format actually

Quick learner, more into the language side of things than like math tho

Probably learns foreign languages as a hobby but has awful pronunciation bc it's all from books

Another one who isn't likely to be cruel on his own, but he doesn't exactly feel that bad about it until the Bite, either

He honestly just. Never considered the consequences of his own actions?

Very out of sight out of mind type of kid. When he no longer sees someone crying, he figures they must have stopped. The upset he causes others stops when he stops looking at them from his perspective

Had trouble making friends so he just went along with whatever the few he did have did and didn't think about it much

The Bite was a very harsh awakening for him

He ran. Completely panicked.

In the most normal turn of events, he told his dad and went to therapy about it and stuff

Developed a fear of blood over it. Never went back to Fredbear's.

Probably visited Evan's grave more regularly than any of the others

Shut down to some extent afterward. Kind of stopped having friends at all

William killed him in the end. I'm not sure whether it had anything to do with Evan or not, but he was lured and killed much like the MCI kids

Despite being in his teens at the time, Bonnie kid had never had a lot of reasons to be wary of strangers. The adults in his life were kind to him, and he trusted William's intentions until it was too late

#fnaf #mike's actual writing #masked bully gang #masked bullies #michael afton #jeremy fitzgerald #freddy mask #bonnie mask #chica mask #cw neglect #cw abuse #child death mention #cw sui mention #sh implied #cw substance use #im shit at cws and tws but i tried

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themusedump · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

The following is a collection of quotes from Vinland Saga. These are taken from the manga. Chapter 1 - 54, the series prologue which is covered in season 1 of the anime. Feel free to change as needed. Warning for violence, slavery, and other dark themes.

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"Oh geez. The attackers just retreated."

"Idiots performing a full frontal attack on a fortress..."

"I'm not looking for some cheap reward."

"Your warfare is pitiful and I can't bear to watch."

"We will pave your way to victory."

"Guarantee a reward for me."

"Ooh. You're so scary."

"I saw no deception in his eyes."

"We've got to get over this mountain before the moon rises."

"Just as I thought. They're powerless to resist."

"You're a tough kid, know that? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"That was the deal. I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Can it wait right now?! We need to get out of here!"

"Look at all the treasure."

"You'd be dead in three days, you klutz."

"Bring out some good liquor."

"Do you really love gold that much?"

"So anyway... Can you be a witness for me?"

"There is a different way to correctly control any person."

"Hey, isn't he kind of cute?"

"... You've grown, haven't you? How old are you now?"

"Things don't come back to you as fast when you get old."

"This isn't some big mistake inside your head, is it?

"Oh right. Now I remember! He was the fool who gave in life in exchange for his kid's!"

"Can't get emotional in battle."

"He is bound by his pride and past."

"If I had to live without pride, I'd kill myself."

"What a pitiful sight!"

"Every man alive is a slave to something."

"I suppose it would be a waste of breath to tell you not to get back at them."

"Are you a slave too?"

"For some reason, you remind me of myself."

"I wouldn't know how it feels to be a slave."

"I couldn't... kill."

"Enjoy your life as a slave then. You deserve it."

"I can't afford to be optimistic."

"That looks painful. What is it? Whips?"

"He's a slave on the run."

"But I don't have anywhere else to go..."

"He's stopped breathing!"

"A chain is the only necklace suitable for a man."

"Only steel chains around the neck will turn a man into something useful."

"Don't make me chain you."

"I shall not stand for those who make light of the law."

"Only by chains can an outlaw join the ranks of good humans."

"Do you really think you have removed his chains?"

"You will be joining us in this battle."

"A long time ago, I made a living by killing men. But one day, I came to hate it."

"I grew tired of killing. Tired of death."

"The time has come for me to pay the price of all my actions."

"The sword is a tool to kill others."

"Who are you going to kill with this?"

"Who is your enemy?"

"You have no enemies. No one in the world is your enemy."

"There is no one you need to hurt."

"Does that mean he's going into battle alone?"

"As usual, your men have no class."

"They just don't like the Christians."

"I'm just in it for the money. Consider the job taken."

"I didn't realize you were strong enough to jest with me so."

"Tell me about your heroics, man!"

"Do you think they'll let us go if we surrender?"

"He's more than a monster..."

"Aha! Very perceptive!"

"I like guys with a good brain in their head."

"Forgive me. I cannot spare you the brunt of my might."

"You're a strong man. Strong enough to lead an army."

"The only reason I am forced to rely on this sword at all... Is because I am immature."

"A true warrior needs no blade."

"Learn to treasure your life a little."

"Men are all talk."

"Run."

"Why did you come here?! Didn't I tell you to run away?!"

"I don't fight for money. I fight for the killing."

"If we want to stand out, this is the place to do it."

"... Promise me a reward."

"Only those that work on the battlefield get what they want. That's the way of the warrior."

"My life won't come cheap."

"This lovely fool is mine!!"

"I'm willing to indulge this boy's wild suicide mission."

"Uhg. What a mess."

"Looks like they left you behind."

"Poor guy. And you tried so hard too."

"Ooh? Dead already?"

"Still got your will to fight, eh?"

"Oh dear... There he goes."

"My shoulder is dislocated. My right ankle sprained... And a few ribs broken, I'd say..."

"Blast him. Damned crazy madman!"

"If you can't walk, we're just going to leave you here."

"Insane rat-bastards...! What's so fun about all this battle stuff!?"

"I want you to forget about revenge."

"Do you think that will make me happy?"

"You're up early. The sun has yet to rise."

"Too noisy for you to sleep, eh?"

"...... Don't talk to me."

"Are you getting the wrong idea? I'm not one of you."

"You might think you're so clever, manipulating me. I'll let you keep thinking that way. Until the day I slit your throat."

"Hmph! Very scary."

"Time is on your side."

"You will grow older and I will grow old. One day, you will beat me."

"... This is a tedious story. What's your point?"

"So impatient, we are!"

"You ought to listen to this old man's words of wisdom."

"The world of man is slowly but surely... Growing elderly."

"Look, one of the great ironies. Dawn of the age of twilight."

"It's the twilight of all time. No use in letting it pass without a fight."

"They're madmen. Fools drunk on battle."

"I'm here to rescue you. I'll guide you out."

"A man's faster on his feet when he's unnerved."

"Love is the thing that gives all other things value."

"Pathetic. Are you really the same age as me?"

"What? Are you sulking? A big lump like you?"

"Say what it is you've got to say with your own mouth. Your tongue ain't cut out, is it?"

"I am not keeping my silence because I am a coward! I... I am being cautious, I must be cautious!"

"I... I'm different from you lot."

"I am a prince. I have my status to think of."

"Hpmh. Not bad for an excuse."

"I have never seen such an impudent knave!"

"Nobody has ever spoken to me like that!"

"Then it's a fine new experience, ain't it?"

"Shut up and sit down."

"Bah... It's started to snow."

"I can't do anything about the weather no matter how much you complain."

"I'll free you from your worries."

"If only the whole world was always at war."

"There is... No father that does not love his son."

"Do you always eat alone?

"Looks like the battle is over."

"Hmph... The stew's gone cold."

"Unhand me, you knaves! You dare defy my commands?!"

"I can tell what a man's like just by looking at his face."

"I have hated every single one of you. You're worth less than swine."

"Not bad, you whoresons."

"You can't die until I kill you!"

"Lay a single finger on him and I'll kill you!"

"Touch him and I'll kill you!"

"Your courage ain't bad."

"I don't know if you'll be in any condition to talk once I'm done teaching you your lesson."

"Are you telling me to live in this world alone?"

"Do you truly think I can survive?"

"Don't go... I love you."

"Now nobody who loved me remains on this earth."

"Death is that which completes man."

"Is there no love in the heart of man?"

"It seems that the battle has come to an end."

"I grow tired of this."

"I do not wish to see any more fruitless struggle."

"This fight has no meaning. Do not die for nothing."

"Didn't ask for your help. Look after your own wounds."

"Get away from me! Don't touch it!"

"Good. The sentries have gone away. Let's go."

"Damn it... How pathetic."

"Fuck off. I'll kill you, you bastard."

"I was hoping that you'd show a bit more guts."

"Are you wounded?! Are you alright?!"

"Are you in position to fight?"

"Are you shittin' me?! Do you have a death wish!?"

"You've grown to be quite the smartass in a short amount of time, haven't you?"

"God is probably watching us right now, as we speak."

"We will take back what has been taken from us."

"You had me scared shitless back there."

"I had to change. And now I have to change everything."

"If I ever see you on the battlefield, I'll kill you. Ally or not."

"You're smart and strong. I admire you."

"Aren't you lonely?"

"I wanted... to be your friend."

"Aye. You're my... only friend."

"Do you understand what I'm saying? The fight is over."

"Someone had to save her. Not a god. Not a hero. But somebody."

"After spending all that time in the middle of those bastards, I'd have happily killed all of them."

"I can't let that debt go unsettled."

"Bah... Bastard making me chase after him..."

"You're alive..! What a relief!"

"So... you are seeking revenge..."

"Everybody's obsessed with conspiracy bullshit."

"You're disgusting,"

"That's not the face of a true king."

"....? Screams...?"

"Is this the first time you've ever stabbed someone?"

"..... Well done."

"Stand up straight. This is a crucial moment."

"How could you act so stupidly reckless and get yourself stabbed, you idiot!?"

"Come on! Get up! We can get you fixed up later!"

"Cone closer so I can talk to you..."

"Just kill me."

"So kill me. After all, aren't we enemies?"

"Are you really going... to... die...? You're lying, right?"

".... Still looking down on me, you bastard..."

"I'll never forgive you! How dare you die on me like this!"

"What will you do with your life?"

"That's enough. It's time to move on."

#sentence meme #sentence starters #Rp meme #Inbox meme #Askbox meme #Ask Meme #Prompts #roleplay meme #/// long post

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453 to go

Dance, Girl, Dance (1940, dir. Dorothy Arzner): This movie is flawed (the dialogue and editing in particular are very clumsy at times) but I love it so much. Lucille Ball absolutely steals the show but Maureen O'Hara deserves a lot of credit as the rare "good girl" of the era who actually got to show some claws. Not to mention her monologue at the end, truly one of the most electrifying moments in 1940s cinema!

The Evil Dead (1981, dir. Sam Raimi): Weird, scary, and gory as all hell. Obviously it's cheap and none of the characters get even a hint of development but it's a lot of fun anyway. It did get a bit too gory for me at the end, but I'm a sensitive soul and the effects were still very impressive.

The Lady Vanishes (1938, dir. Alfred Hitchcock): An all-time great Hitchcock film to me. The mystery is gripping and the characters lovable, and most of all it's a lot of fun (not to mention much less pessimistic than Hitchcock usually is)!

Senso (1954, dir. Luchino Visconti): That's a lot of trouble to go through for a man with an ass that flat.

Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974, dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder): Rooting for those crazy kids even though she's kinda racist and he copes by cheating. And it figures that the German remake of a sweet, beautiful American melodrama would be so bleak and show so much full frontal nudity.

Dancer in the Dark (2000, dir. Lars von Trier): My search for a von Trier film I don't like continues because he knocked it out of the park with this one. Björk might deserve more of the credit here, though, and also jail time for weaponizing her powerful voice to emotionally destroy me like that. Now excuse me while I go cry for days and days.

#1001 movies #dance girl dance #the evil dead #the lady vanishes #senso #ali: fear eats the soul #dancer in the dark

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the-empress-7 · 9 months

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“Drinking wine and watching Red White and Royal Blue on Amazon Prime, and so far all the BRF references are like nails on a chalk board”

WHY put yourself through that?

The trailer made me think it’s just a cheap gay pastiche of Jilly Cooper’s “Riders”.

I never read the book, so I thought I’d give the show a chance. It’s not well done, I lost interest pretty quickly.

Btw the way the actor that plays the POTUS’ son did full frontal nude scenes and then some in the show called Minx.

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Ngl...I feel like the Spartan-IIIs, or at least the ones before Noble Team, were kind of set up to fail by ONI trying to pump out a lot of them for lower cost. Yeah, sure, you get a ton more Spartans...but they're not of the same quality as their predecessors, like John, Kelly, or even their teacher, Kurt.

Their armor was meant specifically for recon assignments, not most of what being a UNSC Spartan calls for.

I mean, hell, in Ghosts of Onyx, I remember very vividly, towards the end of the book, a Hunter point-blanked Kelly and one of Kurt's Spartan-IIIs, a chick named Holly.

Kelly, IIRC, got just a concussion, but was otherwise just fine. Holly, on the other hand, literally ceased to exist.

They basically screwed over Forerunners-know how many kids because they tried to make a bunch of Spartans for less cost, by cheaping out on the armor that keeps them alive.

And I think that's why when they eventually went to Spartan-IV, they realized their mistake and chose instead to use GEN2 MJOLNIR armor for them.

Of course, this is just my own opinions, speculations, that kinda thing, you're free to agree or disagree as you see fit. I just saw that you were talking about MJOLNIR armor and that reminded me of this, so...nyeh

Oh they were absolutely set up to fail, they were made to be expendable shock troops and covert ops that they could afford to lose during or after missions. Just look at how the first two or three companies were deployed, in a huge suicidal frontal assault against a Covenant fuel refinery, where only a handful of them survived. Most of those survivors then went to train under Kurt, because they didn't know what else to do with the poor bastards.

The SPI armour was even worse in terms of the armour capability, they also had no shields at all to enable the cloaking capabilities. Even the Mark V B variant has shielding, despite it being a stripped down version of regular Mark V.

The poor IIIs never stood a chance in an open engagement, but they were deliberately made that way. Kurt could see this, and he hated it, he even reflects on it when one of his IIIs dies in his arms after not realising half his torso was missing, thanks to his brain's pain receptors being switched off due to combat stims.

While I don't particularly like Spartan IVs (especially their armour, don't get me started on the abominations that Gen3 brought about), they are at least good soldiers and well-equipped for the wars they fight in. Main thing I don't like about them is how cavalier they are. They are just stereotype Marine "jocks" in knock-off armour and hardly anywhere near as much augmentation done to them. They tried to make Spartans into an "everyman" sort of thing, but that's not what they're meant to be, it never has been.

Sorry, I'll cut my ranting off there. I just can't stand how they've been written since they first showed up in Halo 4.

#mun speaks #anon #ranting

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astaldis · 10 months

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Monster Attack - How to Kill a Troll

@whumpers-monthly

The Witcher - Whumpee: Cahir / Caretaker: Geralt

Words: 7,612 Chapters: 3/3 (Published: 2023-05-07, Completed: 2023-05-11)

Excerpt from Chapter 2: Towering Trolls

With a big bottle of some unidentifiable dark liquid in one and a huge boulder in the other hand, the monster finally appears on the riverbank. The troll draws itself up to its full height and gives a loud, rumbling roar. The flickering light of Cahir's torch casts shifting shadows onto its ugly visage that is towering high above the tall man. The small, glowing eyes are set lower in the face than the gaping holes of the nostrils, the skull is flat with a low forehead, hinting at an underdeveloped frontal lobe of the brain, and merges into the bald rock-like pate. The wide open mouth with the big and pointed, brown and rotting teeth has no lips. The disproportionally large hands and feet are adorned with cruel, disgustingly yellow-purplish claws. Utterly at variance with the regular troll, this one here is not wearing any pieces of clothing, not even a loin cloth. It is not hard to notice even in the dark that it is a male specimen. The stink of putrefaction and cheap alcohol wafts over from the ghastly, giant creature, almost taking Cahir's breath away. Fuck, reading about the monsters and actually standing face to face with one is a hell of a different story. Maybe by day the troll would look more ridiculous than frightening as it is standing there, swaying a little from intoxication and dangling its grotesquely large dick, but at night it is a horrendous sight. And even more so when the troll raises its arm to throw the boulder at the monster hunter who has so brazenly disturbed its drunken sleep.

Despite the troll's inebriated state, its aim is shockingly precise. Cahir has to hurl himself to the side to not get squashed by the massive missile. Agile as a feline predator, he gets back onto his feet, both torch and sword still in his hands. Quick and repeated attacks, that's the way how to slay trolls, the only chance a human has against those beasts. Use their sluggishness against them, and their vulnerability to toxins. Like to the ogroid oil. Without hesitation, Cahir charges at the colossal creature, his sword raised and ready to strike. By the time he has closed the distance, though, the troll is ready, too. His heavy fist comes down at the monster hunter with vicious vehemence. In the very last moment, Cahir manages to dodge the blow by rolling to the side and out of harm's way. The powerful impact of the troll's fist on the ground where just a fraction of a second before the human was standing, makes the earth vibrate.

Darn, that was fucking close. Hidden behind the big, solitary oak tree he has tethered the horses to, Geralt watches the fight with bated breath. As long as Cahir does not want him to interfere, he is not planning on doing so, however, it is hard to just stand by while his friend is in danger for his life. Vesemir must have felt exactly like this when Geralt fought his first couple of monsters, supervised by his mentor. No, perhaps this here is even worse as Vesemir did interfere several times. It was frustrating, but he was only a teenager then. It felt normal that the adult would get involved whenever things looked like they might go south. Cahir, although still young, is as different from a teenager as a poodle is from a wolf. Geralt can hardly treat the former Commander General of Nilfgaard as if he were nothing but a snot-nosed kid. And this in spite of him not being a real Witcher. This is fucking harder than he expected. Almost as hard as when he let Ciri slay her first monster all on her own. Damn it, what if Cahir was right and he is turning into old Papa Vesemir? Well, his friend cannot really object to him doing his watching and worrying from somewhat closer, can he?

Read the story on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46389604/chapters/116797561

#whumpers-monthly #issue no 18 #the witcher #the witcher netflix #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #cahir #geralt of rivia #Geralt #monster attack #witcher cahir

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diabolus1exmachina · 2 years

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Volkswagen Golf GTI W12-650

VW decided that they would create one of the most fantastic GTI concepts to date by combining different mechanical elements from other companies within the VW Group, and do it in just two months.Past and current automotive companies often use the communal parts bin to build and finish cars for cheap, but it is done under the assumption that they will make money from it. In Volkswagen's case, they had no intention of selling a single Golf GTI W12-650, meaning they had no pressure and absolutely nothing to lose. The first order of business was to give the new Golf concept some real power. Enter: Bentley W12. Now you know how it got its name. The Bentley W12 was the twin-turbo motor used in the Bentley Continental GT, which has grown into a very capable coupe as of late.The only problem was the sheer size of the W12 engine itself. The stock Golf GTI packed a little 2.0-liter turbo four-cylinder under the hood, which is a whopping three times smaller than the big 6.0-liter W12 they were intending to use.n rebuttal to this setback, the team decided they would keep the plans to use the W12 and mount it in the largest part of the compact Golf: the middle. Thus, the first VW-built mid-engined Golf GTI was born.With the engine sitting behind the driver and passenger, there would be room for adequate safety and comfort for occupants, but there were further challenges up the road. One of them being the 641 hp the W12 was capable of producing.In order to keep the car from twisting itself apart under throttle, VW installed performance parts from other brands including rear axles and brakes from a Lamborghini Gallardo, an automatic transmission from a Volkswagen Phaeton, front brakes from an Audi RS 4, and the rear subframe from an Audi R8. Volkswagen says that the Golf GTI W12-650 could scoot from 0-60 in "less than four seconds" and continue accelerating until it topped out at a shockingly fast 201 mph. The 0-60 figures seem completely doable for a 641 hp Golf, but a 201 mph top speed is nuts. We must find the person who tested that and give them a medal.When going 200+ mph in a hatchback, aerodynamics is also a key factor in not dying. The Golf GTI W12-650 was lowered 2 inches on all four corners to cater to high speeds and reduce the frontal area for drag. The rear glass was also redesigned for aerodynamic and packaging purposes. The body gained 6.3 inches in width to accommodate for larger tires and the shifted balance of the car. The wider area also allowed for larger front air ducts to feed the 6.0-liter monster.

#volkswagen #golf gti #Bentley Continental GT #Lamborghini Gallardo #Audi RS 4 #Volkswagen Phaeton #Audi R8

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wernerherzogshave · 1 year

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Polished criminal etiquette

Sam vibrates in and out of the year, scene to scene, bone to marrow to song; I was never much of a dancer; performance art was a cheap trick I pulled to get deliverables; cash stuffed down his angel's pants, it only hurts him immeasurably to smile with full frontal pearly whites; his nicotine patches are all wet from the rain,

and he's still trying to finish his dream; a script for his own original movie; cigarette after coffee mug, the tendency is to push the art out of the filament, get it to respond, ask its own questions, talk back, love you.

#poetry #writerscreed #poeticstories #tumblr writers #tumblr poetry

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what if I told you I just saw a typo

you hurriedly press anon on your message, laughing to yourself about your little joke. Sighing contently, you roll onto your stomach, exiting off of tumblr onto another stimulating app, already forgetting the comment. it's no lie, no joke, no matter how many badly cropped stock images of people holding guns—there are typos, and grammatical errors and the images only get funnier when you spot them. It enhances the comedy, doesn't it?

mindlessly, you roll around the twin-size mattress that's housed your body every night, fidgeting as you scroll through several memes you've already seen, your lips are dry and god you're so bored, aren't you?

in between your mindless rolling, there's discomfort on your side, a lump against your midriff that presses uncomfortably against you. startled, you sit up, heart racing just a bit, looking down to where you lay down, where you always lie down and find an unfamiliar stuffed bear laying on its front. its little tail, flat from when you rolled on it, puffs up again from the lack of pressure.

it actually takes an embarrassingly long time for you to pick it up as if at any moment its head might snap backward to look at you with human eyes in place of usual ebony beads. taking it by the left arm, you hold it with your index and thumb, like it could harm you. the bear is standard, any kid under the age of four would be happy to receive it, to hold in close on dark nights. charmingly enough, there's a little plastic crown sowed onto its head, the cheap gold material reflecting your face to you. the bear's beaded eyes are empty, with no soul, no evil spirit watching back, just a regular bear.

where did you get this?

unafraid, you put your phone down next to you, holding the stuffed animal with both hands. the fur is soft but flat, you have to run your nails through it gently to revive the fluff on the bear's belly. this isn't a new stuffed bear; it's worn out with love, in fact, you now notice how its plastic crown is hanging by two loose threads. there's something nostalgic about the toy, but then again, there's something nostalgic about every toy. holding it by both its arms, you make the stuffed toy wave its nubs around, doing a little jig.

somewhere out there, a kid is missing this bear, so really, where did you get this? you don't remember picking it up from somewhere, but it's in your bedroom, on your bed, the one you've been on all day.

you hum to yourself, going over your entire day, your entire week, trying to see where in your memory this bear pops up. but then you feel something.

it doesn't hurt. A lot of people say that a bullet through the head is a painless death, but that doesn't mean it comes without sensation. because you defiantly feel it. you feel it make an impact with the skin of your head and graze your skull, and for a split second that does hurt, and if you had any real time to react you would've flinched, but the bullet is already past the skull. the rounded metal kisses the outer membrane of your optical lobe, you know, the part that handles vision? that becomes obvious when the corners of your eyes blacken and the colors become wrong.

if you had the ability, you compliment how the bullet is going straight between the left and right side of your brain, ripping through your auditory and hypoglossal nerves, along with many others. when it passes through your cerebrum your muscles tense, though there's no assuring you actually feel it. as it rips to your frontal lobe, your lungs give out their last breath, and you think a lot of things, and you want to verbalize them, to say anything, to say "ow" or something else like that, and to your benefit, your jaw does slack and you look like you're about to say it.

but it's too late for last words. what are your last thoughts?

#there are no typos anon #oh wait #im talking to a ghost #anon.txt

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