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skeleslime-phantom · 3 months
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I gotta say, anyone who likes monster catchers, you GOTTA give Cassette Beasts a try. I've had so much fun w the game and I'm not even done with it yet.
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https://www.cassettebeasts.com/
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wolfstargazer · 3 months
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I appreciate and understand the love for Dead Poets Society in the Marauder-era fandom. The aesthetic is immaculate.
As a Brit and an older fan I would like to make a public service announcement that you're all sleeping on The History Boys. And would encourage everyone to go watch it.
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stxrshxpxd · 10 months
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“make me kiss you”
pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader
word count: 1.378
warnings: none
prompt: reader is jamie’s childhood best friend and she finds herself enthralled by damon after a blur gig
requested by @stxrshaped <33!!
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I had only seen Blur once or twice in a magazine and knew they were on the rise, but I was surprised I hadn’t remembered Damon more. Now that they were on stage and we were watching them from the side I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Jamie was my old childhood best friend and we had fallen out of contact with each other for a few years, with me having to move away across the country just before turning seventeen. When he invited me to check out his mate Damon’s show I couldn’t possibly turn down that offer.
“You think he’s preeetty?” Jamie sing-songed teasingly in my ear. I laughed too loud and the blood in my cheeks simmered. He had definitely caught my staring and grinning.
“All the girls do,” he chuckled. “And, well.. Alex gets a fair share of them too.”
I had never been in the entourage of a band of this magnitude before. The audience was roaring left and right. Blur clearly had a bright future. You could feel it building by the minute.
“Don’t you get any?” I pouted playfully, referring to the girls Jamie was talking about. He laughed and shrugged.
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
The show had ended a few minutes ago and I still wasn’t fed up looking at Damon. He had sunk down in an armchair with a warm beer in his hand and he was pulling on his sweat-soaked long sleeve, contemplating if he should take it off.
“This is Y/N. I told you about her,” Jamie said, sinking down on a sofa opposite Damon.
Damon looked up at me and I was suddenly aware of my body and the fact that it was just standing there in the middle of the room. The rest of the band had sat down with their beers and sweaty fringes and legs sprawled wide. Alex indeed had a pretty girl on his lap and wasn’t listening to the conversation in the room.
“Hi,” Damon said calmly through big eyes. You would think he had taken something with his pupils nearly cancelling out the pretty colour in his irises. Of course that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary with guys in bands. But his demeanour was completely normal, calm, nice, present.
“Hi,” I echoed, shoving my hands deeper into my jean pockets. I wished I could stuff my whole body in them. Damon wouldn’t break eye contact and his pupils only kept growing, along with his soft smile.
“Were you mates in school?” Graham asked and we all looked at him.
“Yeah, since we were like six,” Jamie answered, took a sip of his beer and then he handed me a bottle. I finally sat down on the armrest of the sofa, next to Graham. He was the only one without his legs spread. He hopped in closer to Dave and made space for me, crossing one leg over the other. We exchanged quiet smiles and I slid down on the leather sofa.
“Here,” Damon said loudly. I could tell he had been watching me intently and observed my friendly encounter with Graham. He was reaching his hand out towards the bottle in my hand. Without hesitating I handed it to him and he lined the cap up with the edge of the table. He gave the top of it a hard bump with the bottom of his own bottle, and the cap came right off. My beer had clearly been tossed around a bit because it fizzled up and some of it poured onto Damon’s hand. He reacted quickly, sipping some of the last overspilling beer from the bottle and when he handed it to me he licked the back of his hand clean. I thought about his mouth as I took a swig from the beer.
Half a moment passed and then Damon grumbled in discomfort.
“Ah, fuck this,” he muttered under his breath and stood up while opening and closing his sticky hand, grimacing at it.
“Y/N,” he said in a friendly tone and nodded his head in the direction he was going, out of the room.
Part of me felt like a dog being called on but I decided to push that feeling aside and follow him. I couldn’t understand why he had needed me to go with him but his charisma made it hard to say no to him.
Continually taking sips from my beer I followed Damon through a long hallway, lined with amplifiers and instruments.
“How come I’ve never met you before?”
“You have. Two years ago. I guess you just have so many girls at your feet, you don’t remember me,” I said and beamed a mischievous smile into his sweaty back as I walked behind him. I thanked my lightweight self, the beer already giving me some confidence. Damon waited a beat, slight panic oozing off of him for a split second, then he turned around with a smirk of his own and two dark eyes.
“Cruel.”
I laughed and leaned against the rough concrete wall, sipping my beer again, as he had stopped now and entered a small bathroom.
“I don’t have that many girls at my feet,” Damon stated soberly over the sound of running water.
“Jamie says so.”
“Jamie says a lot of crap,” he explained with a chuckle and met my eyes again, outside in the hallway.
“He says you and Alex are the big womanizers.”
“Now, Alex has a ton of girls at his feet, that’s true!”
We walked again but I noticed we were heading in a different direction.
“If you ask me, you’re the one they’re trying to get to but they settle for Alex cause he’s willing,” I shrugged as we walked side by side now.
“He is a big slut,” Damon laughed heartily. He had missed, or chosen to ignore, my attempt at flattery.
“You’ve really got us all figured out quick. Quite the people reader.. Do more of me,” he said eagerly, as he steered us out through a back door. We entered the black night outside and both took deep breaths in of the fresh august air.
“Um,” I laughed and thought for a moment. “You thrive off of attention I think... You’re very charismatic in a sort of calm way.. Kind of controlling and manipulative, but I don’t know if it’s in a terrible way.”
Damon was quiet for a second and he stared down at his dingy, once white, sneakers as we walked down a quiet street, in and out of soft circles of street lights.
“Well, Y/N, I haven’t ever heard anyone be described as manipulative in a positive way,” he chuckled lightheartedly.
“Hey, did you not hear me say you were charismatic?” I laughed and nudged his tricep with my fist.
“Thank you,” Damon chuckled and glanced up at me. “But, really, how am I manipulative?”
He had stopped now in the middle of a street light circle and I stood opposite him, watching the long shadows play on his soft face.
“You just led me out into the street in the middle of night and I just followed without hesitating.”
“That’s on you,” he pointed out, stole my beer from me and took a sip. Impulsively I sighed, annoyed. It felt like the two of us already had a well-rehearsed dynamic, despite being just a step or two up from strangers.
“What? Are you scared of my germs?” Damon rolled his eyes playfully inside the ovals of shadow there under his brow bones. “Please, I bet you imagined kissing me all night.”
I felt the hit, him having seen right through me, but I didn’t let it show.
“Right there! Charismatic and manipulative,” I pointed out, poking my finger into his chest.
“Manipulative?” he echoed.
“Yes, cause obviously that comment is gonna make me kiss you.”
“Obviously.”
Half his smug grin was hiding in the shadow as well and there were sparks twinkling in his eyes brighter than the light above us. Another sigh of playful annoyance escaped me before I morphed my pointing finger into a fist, squeezing his cold sweat into my hand as I pulled him by his shirt into me, pressing my lips against his.
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eponastory · 2 months
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I would love a list of zutara fics. Anything you have. But I also love humor. So if you know any fics with some humor in it. I'd love that too.
I absolutely love this story!
It's got all the stuff.
And I read it a long time ago when it was still being written. It must have been close to ten years ago when I started reading it.
It is long though. Like 70+ chapters.
But it's soooo good.
And I read this one recently
Please leave kudos for the authors though! Or better, leave some comments!
These are to start you off. I have 30 bookmarked to read right now and at least 50 that I've already read through the years.
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mostly--bees · 9 months
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This is a nice little song it says sweet things like
"When you're near me I have difficulty respirating-
When you're near me I have difficulty concentrating"
But it also says things like
"I'm feeling like a jelly fish
Just a spineless walking jellyfish"
While making wobbly jellyfish noises in the background
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sweetguillermo · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hisoka/Illumi Zoldyck Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Enthusiastic Consent, Blood Kink, Light Dom/sub, Sadism, I mean with hisoka involved there's bound to be sadism, Blood and Violence, Mild Gore, Gratuitous Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Emotional Sex, (as emotional as these two are capable of), Blood and sex, also having sex in a room full of blood, they both like blood what can I say????, Marriage proposal of sorts, Power Dynamics, fighting makes them horny ig, Sexual Tension, a lot of it, it gets resolved don't you worry, general assassin tomfoolery
Ambered eyes find Illumi the moment he enters the dining hall, flickering up as if on instinct. Hisoka has always been sensitive to the presence of Nen; Illumi’s Nen is all consuming, apparently, volatile and swarming under the surface, and he believes it, if the look in Hisoka’s eyes when he nears is anything to go by.
Have you ever seen an outbreak of locusts, Hisoka had asked him, when they were both still teenagers. A long time ago; Illumi remembers it well, remembers how reluctant he’d been to engage with Hisoka, the elastic pull of allure he’d felt despite the annoying set of his bubblegum pink lips. That’s what your Nen looks like. To an outsider, at least. Don’t give me that look. I mean it as a compliment. I like it.
The memory makes his jaw twitch. Hisoka grins, sharp white teeth proudly displayed; he can detect Illumi’s discomfort like a shark scenting blood. “Illu,” he croons. “I was starting to worry that you weren’t going to show.”
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newreputations · 9 months
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Watching I’m a Virgo on Amazon and one of the characters makes this big anti-capitalist speech and I’m just like thinking, I bet the Amazon studio executives that see these things in scripts are just like, “yeah let the poors have their little fantasies about breaking our chokehold on their lives, what are they gonna do, change things? Hahahaha.”
Good show though. Story is thought provoking, good actors for the roles, and the visual effects are really fun.
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lilyflxwers · 9 months
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i loveee telling people that i think they’re lying when they’re obviously not
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negrowhat · 1 year
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alright lay it down, what's up with big dragon? is it worth watching? the fact that it's only 8 episodes appeals to the lazy ass puta in me but I need a second opinion lol
I mean...highkey...I enjoyed it.
The first ep was...interesting...never seen a uno reverse quite like that but it didn't bother me the way I thought it would, but that's probably because I knew it was gonna happen.
The series is both funny and surprisingly romantic and of course toxic. The love scenes are great the music is good and the cinematography is really nice too.
One the mains is really bratty but his back story is a tear jerker. The series also has like this fated to meet sort of thing, and it sort of ties into Chinese culture a bit too (highkey made me want to rewatch the yinyang master).
I say go for it, at the very least you'll laugh a lot because some of the shenanigans had me in stitches.
It's on Viki, IQIYI, and GaGa uncut and I think the censored version is on YouTube.
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zaraki-oriented · 2 years
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Heyo - It’s happening. I’ve started a new Fic! And you’re goddamn right it’s first and foremost KenUno. Of course, as per the usual, I’m multishipping, with a healthy dose of KyoUkiStarrk and UlquiHime! Check it out now - first two chapters are live - and if you like your fics full of Soap Opera drama, and smutty smuttty smut smut to come after a bit of a slow burn, then this is for you! Enjoy, Heathens.
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Bleach Rating: Explicit Relationships: Unohana Retsu/Zaraki Kenpachi, Kyouraku Shunsui/Coyote Starrk/Ukitake Juushiro, Ulquiorra Cifer/Inoue Orihime, Ayasegawa Yumichika/Madarame Ikkaku
Kenpachi knows how to make engines work - not relationships. When he meets the elegant florist Retsu Unohana, how is he supposed to understand that he's feeling romantic attraction? Should he ask her out? Run away? Kill all her enemies and offer her their heads? This might just be the toughest challenge he's ever faced!
Orihime is being practically stalked by one of the creepiest men she's ever seen - so why is she having such a hard time remembering that? Could it be the mysterious new client visiting the store, offering her a glimpse of something dark and addictive?
Shunsui, Juushiro and Starrk are happily settled into their new life. They contribute and support each other as they work and raise Starrk's daughter Lily. However when forces from his past bring trouble he can't control, will the three be able to hold onto the new life he's so desperately fought for?
Post Arrancar Arc. Modern AU. Human people?
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cbbred · 1 year
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If you need a Xena Warrior Princess pick me up, visit the lovely videos of : Muwuext
New artist for videos, saw them again and it's honestly making me want to make one, been years.
Good vibes.
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A moment of appreciation
For the original composer of Divinity music, Kirill Pokrovsky, who set off to travel Rivellon 7 years ago.
You can download his music for free from his website here.
Just like the majority of the newer fans, I started my journey with Divinity from D:OS2 and I deeply regret it. Still, Kiril's music evokes such a powerful nostalgia I feel as if I never truly missed out on the journey, thank you Kirill. Walk the Hall safely.
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mcapriglione-art · 11 months
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what do you want!!!!!!!!
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selfhealingmoments · 4 months
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the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"
just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible
#due to the Great Data Decay academics write viciously argumentative articles on which episodes aired in what order#at conferences professors have known to engage in physically violent altercations whilst debating the air date number of household viewers#90% of the couch gags have been lost and there is a billion dollar trade in counterfeit “lost copies”#serious note: i'll be honest i always assumed it was english imperialism that made shakespeare so inescapable in the 19th/20th cent#like his writing should have become obscure at the same level of his contemporaries#but british imperialists needed an ENGLISH LANGUAGE (and BRITISH) writer to venerate#and shakespeare wrote so many damn things that there was a humongous body of work just sitting there waiting to be culturally exploited...#i know it didn't happen like this but i imagine a English Parliament House Committee Member For The Education Of The Masses or something#cartoonishly stumbling over a dusty cobwebbed crate labelled the Complete Works of Shakespeare#and going 'Eureka! this shall make excellent propoganda for fabricating a national identity in a time of great social unrest.#it will be a cornerstone of our elitist educational institutions for centuries to come! long live our decaying empire!'#'what good fortune that this used to be accessible and entertaining to mainstream illiterate audience members...#..but now we can strip that away and make it a difficult & alienating foundation of a Classical Education! just like the latin language :)'#anyway maybe there's no such thing as the 'greatest writer of x language' in ANY language?#maybe there are just different styles and yes levels of expertise and skill but also a high degree of subjectivity#and variance in the way that we as individuals and members of different cultures/time periods experience any work of media#and that's okay! and should be acknowledged!!! and allow us to give ourselves permission to broaden our horizons#and explore the stories of marginalized/underappreciated creators#instead of worshiping the List of Top 10 Best (aka Most Famous) Whatevers Of All Time/A Certain Time Period#anyways things are famous for a reason and that reason has little to do with innate “value”#and much more to do with how it plays into the interests of powerful institutions motivated to influence our shared cultural narratives#so i'm not saying 'stop teaching shakespeare'. but like...maybe classrooms should stop using it as busy work that (by accident or designs)#happens to alienate a large number of students who could otherwise be engaging critically with works that feel more relevant to their world#(by merit of not being 4 centuries old or lacking necessary historical context or requiring untaught translation skills)#and yeah...MAYBE our educational institutions could spend less time/money on shakespeare critical analysis and more on...#...any of thousands of underfunded areas of literary research i literally (pun!) don't know where to begin#oh and p.s. the modern publishing world is in shambles and it would be neat if schoolwork could include modern works?#beautiful complicated socially relevant works of literature are published every year. it's not just the 'classics' that have value#and actually modern publications are probably an easier way for students to learn the basics. since lesson plans don't have to include the#important historical/cultural context many teens need for 20+ year old media (which is older than their entire lived experience fyi)
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astearisms · 7 months
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catalysts, protectors
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