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#i can't do this alone anymore
worm-on-the-moss · 27 days
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danny zuko'd gideon nav save me
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sweatermuppet · 4 months
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im not paying $25 to submit a poem somewhere man i could buy groceries with that :'/
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moghedien · 1 month
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Shipping Cassandra and Leliana is so funny because I feel like the only people who actually do it have either only played Inquisition or don't think much past "Well they're the Left and Right Hands of the Divine" because you KNOW they only get along to the extent they do in Inquisition because they've never had an actual conversation because the second Leliana opened her mouth about her theology in front of Cassandra, they would have been trying to strangle each other
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I think the worst (best) thing Twst could have ever made is making Malleus just a little Lizard dude, like what do you mean the once silly looking little guy is destroying everything he can so his dad doesn't leave him??? you think I can take him serious??? the little guy who still throws a tantrum like he's an egg??? you want me to take this man serious???
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lloydfrontera · 6 months
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thinking of javier having to be psychically restrained from following lloyd into the reincarnation portal, only being able to be stopped because he's already half-dead from all the blood he lost trying to protect lloyd from helkaros. javier struggling with world-shattering power to free himself and crawl after his best friend, being told it's useless it won't help even if he follows there's no certainty they'll meet each other in their next life and him, delirious in pain and grief, thinking that it would be worth it. whatever happens next, whatever comes after, if there's even the slightest chance, the smallest possibility that he could find lloyd in his next life... it would be worth it
it takes arcos and marbella both to finally talk him out of it and it's not so much what they say as the reminder that he still has a duty there that he can't abandon it no matter how much it tears him apart. because he swore to protect the frontera family and he swore to protect lloyd and he failed at the latter but lloyd would never forgive him if he failed at the first. because lloyd died protecting his family and javier can't leave them behind now no matter how much he aches to follow him.
because if it were only him javier wouldn't hesitate to live countless lives and die even more countless deaths just for a chance to find lloyd again but it's not and javier can't justify not spending the rest of this life protecting the very family lloyd gave his life for.
and besides, he reasons once the grief has settled deep into his chest, a solid weight he knows he will carry for the rest of his existence, he will cross that gate at some point. it may take months or years or maybe decades but he will cross it. and then he can follow lloyd to wherever he may have gone just like he swore to.
it's only a matter of time.
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robo-dino-puppy · 10 months
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horizon forbidden west | talanah 9/?
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lionheartedmusings · 8 months
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i slept through mike getting yoinked and like at this point i don't even react anymore? like "oh, a brazilian qsmp man was taken? ah, must be a monday" bc we all know the feds' favourite pastime is kidnapping brazilian men. it's pencilled into their collective schedules weekly. they do it for fun. they hate them, hate that they're there, and will kidnap them for giggles.
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ratinthevoid · 14 days
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why did i believe i can ever come out to her
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wesavegotham · 6 months
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The different parts of Gotham War not lining up at all in terms of plot, character motivation and characterization is bad enough, but now that DC is suddenly trying to explain when other titles like Detective Comics and Batman and Robin are taking place in relation to Gotham War it gets even worse because now all of these storylines make so much less sense too.
#Gotham War#Listing all the reasons why Gotham War and Ram V's Tec run don't fit together would be complicated#Because they are doing similar things with a similar cast of characters but in extremely different ways#And I don't have the energy to go through both storylines to get the details right#But Batman and Robin is simple#You can't have a cozy father-son-story and Bruce going insane and shoving all the parental responsibilities onto Dick#to be a brooding loner again taking place at the same time#Is the entire Batman and Robin book supposed to take place during the few days that Damian was the only one on Bruce's side in GW#Before Bruce abandoned Damian?#Because unlike when Death in the Family happened you can't even use the excuse that Damian changed his mind#And decided to stay with Bruce even though dinf ended with everyone including Dami not showing up at the talk Bruce wanted to have with the#Which was what they did in B&R 2011#Because back then it was the family that decided they didn't want to work with Bruce anymore#In GW it's Bruce who tells them to leave him alone#He very explicitly abandons Damian despite the fact that Damian didn't betray him and stayed loyal#So this time Damian can hardly change his mind and decide to stick by Bruce because it's Bruce who rejected him#I'm still so confused by Zdarsky putting that in the story in the first place because he clearly has very little interest in Damian#Out of all the male Robins he played the smallest part in this#It probably would have been better for B&R if Damian had been somehow absent for Gotham War like in a lot of previous batfam events#And left the time B&R takes place unspecified#So that it just takes place in its own bubble#I'm usually all for DC telling us how things fit together but for that to be good things need to actually line up#And not outright contradict each other
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sisterdivinium · 1 year
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She broke off the kiss when she felt the top button of her shirt be undone.
Panting, Jillian took a step back, eyeing Suzanne’s black veil, her vows. A pair of concerned eyes stared back at her while a pair of hands still at Jillian’s shirt trembled slightly. She caught them with her own and kept them in place.
“Are you sure?” Jillian breathed out, before raising one and then the other of Suzanne’s hands to her lips, bestowing delicate blessings upon hardened knuckles.
A tender smile lit up the face a scar had once darkened. Suzanne leaned into her again and pressed a soft promise upon Jillian’s mouth.
“Are you?”
The candlelight flickered. Silence reigned gracefully over the convent and the city below it while their breath mingled hot and nervous, alive amid stillness.
This was nothing new; they were both aware of what lovers did, of course — only the memory was so distant, the idea so foreign… Suzanne had married heaven, Jillian knowledge; fleshless spouses such as these could never adore them back. Years, lifetimes of neglect suddenly made new what was old as time as they stood together at the precipice of this unfamiliar intimacy.
Love had simply happened; circumstance allowed a word, a gesture, a touch — this rarest of benedictions, this uncanny discovery science would never fully explain, faith never fully accept. Touches were made bolder, hands dared to clasp one another, pull, hold tight, invite the inevitable kiss to seal the contract and tear down the veil…
The veil.
Jillian touched it solemnly, waiting. With tremulous fingers, she began to undo it as soon as another button on her shirt was tentatively pushed out of its place; they spoke in their own mute language, echoing the question and the questioning answer with every timid move: “Are you sure? Are you?”
In this languid ritual, no inch of skin was taken for granted. Every revelation was adored, slowly, slowly, ever searching for certainty — a kiss at the base of the neck, another at a shoulder, hair coming lose, are you sure, are you sure, are you sure...? There was something blasphemous, there was something sacred in each curve, each joint, each scar; Jillian needed not envy Suzanne’s repertoire of hymns, for they would both compose their own with every kiss. Divine rhymes in the tongue of quietness littered the warmth they so carefully exposed.
Hesitation darkened the shadows around them — how pathetic, how ridiculous, how adulterous, for who would now worship god or numbers, the invisible deities who had hitherto kept their beds so cold and spacious? How audacious to display a birthmark, a crease, a patch of unkempt hair, mortality itself, when the holiness of prayer or genius had so long carried the privilege of guarding them…
A total embrace, two hearts reaching out to one another madly, terrified of beating so near, so alike — but more frightened still to avoid this, to part.
Night time is god’s asylum for sin, for shame; so they remained where the orange flame could yet paint them out from shadow, where they could quickly notice whether the answer had or had not changed — are you sure?
A gasp, a moan — quiet, slow, pure, unlike any of the songs of devotion or the groans of dying enemies Suzanne was so used to, unlike the inhuman humming of machines Jillian herself had hallucinated into being.
Fumbling thumbs, accompanied by giggles only the girls they had once been had any right to utter, travelled uncertain, insecure, knowing their desired destination but losing themselves in the infinite invisible roads that led everywhere. An awkward angle elicited embarrassment, but what was there to be embarrassed of? Theirs were other sorts of experience. Killing, healing, creating, inspiring… The nun and the immaculate mother would have time to learn together what worship was, with less questions at every touch, less fear at every breath…
But never without wonder.
And as Suzanne sighed and Jillian heaved and neither deigned to contemplate the cross on the wall when religion lay down right beside them, entangled with their very limbs, they kissed once more.
The first few rays of daylight lazily coloured the trail of smoke which the melted candle had left in the room.
“We’ll have to get up soon enough… Morning service.”
An incredulous guffaw of laughter shook bare, radiant skin, catching in the folds of discarded clothes mixed in a heap of black and white upon the stone floor.
“Are you very sure...?”
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feralnumberfive · 1 month
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My followers amount is about the same as the population of my town right now. Heyyyy small town in Iowa how are you guys doing 👋
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fellhellion · 9 months
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tbh i don’t even think miguel’s breakdown rant about miles’ existence as “anomaly” spiderman causing the death of 1610 peter is even about peter, or even quite abt miles. it’s about the idea that somehow 1610 peter could’ve shut down the collider if it weren’t for miles, even though miles’ presence didn’t actually affect peter’s death in any way. it’s about the idea that peter could’ve prevented a reality - that is, anomalies getting slingshotted throughout the multiverse - that miguel feels like he’s buckling under the emotional burden of (”And all this time, I have been the only one holding it all together!”). But even that’s not quite it, it’s about the fact that Miguel has been sitting on the resentment of feeling like he’s utterly alone in this burden, when in reality he’s not. When he created a structure designed to help share that burden between people who should understand it the most. But he won’t - can’t - ask for help bearing the emotional burden because it’s not even quite about the anomalies, it’s about Gabriella. But you deserve to suffer for it, you deserve to hurt. You dwell and grieve her and a mistake you won’t forgive youself for over and over again, all while hiding away and refusing to confide in the people who care about you how badly you’re spiraling, all while a part of you resents them for not knowing, even as they couldn’t know. 
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visdiefje · 3 months
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(shaking with rage) yeah no I will come visit you during my work hours because you forgot about hanging out with me in the evening and scheduled time with your partner then. No this is great. No I actually love being presented with the choice of Work During Your Evening OR Be Alone All Day Yet Again
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mirai-desu · 1 year
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Bonus » Series 3, Episode 6
“Eliza. I assume she is the reason you're late.” “She... she was working the same case as me, yes, but that's no--” “William, you talk of her incessantly. The things she says and does, her triumphs and disasters. Of course you claim she vexes you so and causes you nothing but trouble, but the truth is there for all to see.” “My relationship with Eliza is purely one of friendship.” “You are in love with her. ... Unless you can convince me otherwise. ... Well, I wish you luck. You will need it.” “Arabella--” “And I say this out of friendship, not malice. Eliza's ambition will outweigh everything, even her feelings for you. Nothing will ever be enough for her. Certainly not the future you envisage. You can see yourself out.”
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dietitian warned me the other day i may need to go inpatient if this keeps getting worse and it hasn't left my mind ever since. partly because i don't see the reason. i am literally gaining weight. and also because a non-zero part of me wants to go back inpatient and i don't know why
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