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#it kind of broke my heart
naturecalls111 · 7 months
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Me, consuming any other media ever: how can I make this about zosan
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orcelito · 10 months
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ok forreal. in trigun 98, vash singing Rem's song alone while looking at the stars & then Meryl joining in as she goes to sit with him... means So Much to me...
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they are Everything...
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medicalunprofessional · 9 months
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flood
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~♫
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crazyspookies · 11 months
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“You know that’s not one of your strong suits, right?“
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itscuntingseason · 16 days
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playing disco elysium again, but this time i'm really paying attention to all the side quests and making the most of it (i literally finished the game on day 5 in my first run), except i took on the case of "finding working class husband" and then i remembered..... the dead drunk guy i found during my first run :(
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katagawajr · 3 months
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i don’t think i saw anyone post it, but this is the conversation haru has with yusuke about why her weapon of choice is an axe 🥺
(bonus:)
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Might f*ck around and get a Dood tattoo
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mandyfem · 1 month
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Those "four simple words" are stripping women of their rights,buddy.
It's also an incorrect statement.
If supporting trans rights is the most important thing you've done in your life so far,it's quite sad tbh.
He is a nerdy guy who used to discuss about videogames.
He began his transition 5 months ago and not to coddle him,but he said in a live that he lost his mum some years ago and now his dad is sick too.
This guy desperately needs someone to talk to so of course he would feel welcomed by a cult community that constantly love bombs you as long as you comply.
The trans movement preys on vulnerable people and it shows.
Transitioning isn't gonna alleviate your pain,work on how to build confidence and develop a personality! Therapy works.
(would work on this case at least)
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windy-apple · 2 years
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chilled-ice-cubes · 7 months
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deon in intkot c1: kyaaaa~! i'm a human, but i'm a commander in the demon king's army?? i need to make sure they don't realise i'm just a weakling >_<
deon in intkot c161: i am alone in the world and have destroyed all the people who loved me unconditionally. i am a pawn in the games of those more powerful than me. i force myself to keep living for revenge and enact the cycle of violence on others because that's the only thing i know.
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lyriumsings · 4 months
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baldurs gate is so funny it’s just
laezel &shadowheart: let’s break you outta this religious cult!
wyll & gale: let’s break you outta this unhealthy relationship!
astarion & karlach: let’s break the people who broke you!
that’s it that’s the game
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fvcking-panda · 1 year
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Here's the thing:
Gareth is not canonically short, in fact, the actor who plays Gareth is actually around the same height than Noah Schnapp, both are in the average height.
BUT he looks smaller besides the Corroded Coffin members and that’s why everyone thought that Gwydion was short, but he’s kinda not, just has the bad luck to have a lot of giant co workers 💀
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53v3nfrn5 · 1 month
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“So be careful and be kind”
Sadé Adu from ‘Somebody Already Broke My Heart’ (2000)
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thesadboy · 11 months
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Fuck what the maesters and Jaehaehae have to say, I personally think that Saera and Viserra did  regularly bicker and fight as siblings do but they also did love and look out for each other. Let me have healthy sister relationships in the ASOIAF world for once.
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ctrl-lupin · 6 months
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He's too nice!!
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mishapen-dear · 8 months
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(ao3)
The worst thing, Bad knows, is the way that nothing changes. 
The clouds move slow across the sky, gentle giants on an eternal trek. The waters dance with fish; the brooks burble and sing. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. 
On, and on, and on, and on. 
Bad breathes in, slow, and holds it. 
It’s enough to go mad over. To become enraged for. To rip everything down just so that everything can match the- the keening lack in his heart. Grass grows. Grass has always grown. There is nothing that could ever stop grass from growing. 
His hands are curled into the ground at his sides. He clutches handfuls of the wretched plant and pulls, almost gently, and doesn’t snap a single blade.
He exhales, slow, and doesn’t inhale again. What point is there? He’s alone. No one will know whether or not he needs to breathe. He’s been alone before- days that Dapper doesn’t wake up, days where the other eggs are with their other parents. Days where he falls asleep in his chair and the ghosts are left to amuse themselves. He’s been alone before. 
He’s lost before. 
There is a sob in his throat. He refuses to let it out. It chokes him, and he takes another deep breath to try to settle it. 
There’s always- he misses Skeppy. Of course he misses Skeppy. He can’t lose Skeppy, but Skeppy isn’t here.
Dapper isn’t here. Pomme isn’t here. Richarlyson. Leo. Ramon. Chayanne. Tallulah. They’re-
Bad tears the grass out of the ground. He stares at his hands, dark claws curled around torn green plant. He tries to imagine the grass is white fur instead, but he can’t find the enthusiasm. That’s okay. The anger will be back later. 
He just- he can’t feel much beyond the loss, right now. The lack. The empty, quiet island where sheep eat grass and clouds keep moving and no eggs place any signs at all. That’s not okay, but he knows that, at least, will change. That’s how grief works. The world ends, and you end with it, and while you claw yourself up from the rubble the world ends again and sends you back under, and then again, and then again, but by the third go around you know what the tremors look like. You start to predict where it hurts the most. Then the world keeps ending but the ending just becomes a part of your world, and sometimes everything shakes but you shake with it and it’s not okay but it’s better. You get so used to the shaking that sometimes you forget that your world ever ended at all. 
How long will it take for him to forget them? 
Bad leans forwards, slowly, until he slumps into a miserable little puddle of limbs. He presses his cheek into the cool grass and when the sob rises up again he bites it back with teeth. The sun is blocked by a sombrero, now fallen awkwardly over his face, that Foolish had cheerfully placed on his head hours before. Bad doesn’t know why Foolish had put it there- except he does, and he’d seen it in the in the slightest tremor of Foolish’s smile, and so he’d kept it on. 
He can’t see them, but he can hear them laughing. Mouse, Jaiden, and Foolish, just around the corner. There have been so many people ‘just around the corner’ today. They’re so loud. They’re not the right type of loud. He feels guilty for the way that they’re comforting him, that he’s taking up their time, and then he feels angry that he feels guilty because he remembers the cage, and he knows what he really means to them, and-
They’re still here. The eggs are gone, and they’re still here. 
Forever isn’t here. 
Forever hasn’t given him a gift basket yet. 
…It doesn’t work. It’s a close thing, though- there’s a flicker of irritation at the thought of Forever’s awful, handsome face. Not anger, not nearly enough emotion to fill the void that is Bad’s heart, but maybe it could be. He’ll try again tomorrow. Isn’t that fun? Isn’t that something? There’s so much emotion he can’t feel any of it at all. 
Maybe it’s a bad dream. There were no remains. There was just Dapper’s top hat, and Pomme’s beret. No shell, no dead eggs. No eggs. It’s driving him mad, the maybe-yes maybe-no nature of his children’s fate.
He thinks, maybe, that tomorrow he will build a drill. 
Today, the world is dark beneath the sombrero, and the grass is scratchy and full of small twigs. Foolish laughs once, too loud. Automatically, Bad pushes himself up, because he knows Foolish, and knows how long he’s been away from the group, and he feels sick. He fumbles for his warpstone and- Foolish’s head pops around the corner- Bad freezes. Too late. 
Foolish looks at him, grin bright and neverending. Bad looks back. He can’t bring himself to say anything- he drops the sombrero at their feet. 
Foolish’s smile fades. Bad activates his warpstone again and, though the particles, he sees Foolish give him a sharp, left-handed salute. Bad can’t bite back his little laugh; Foolish knows him, too.
And then Foolish is gone. The world is purple. Then the world ends, once again, in Bad’s home. All of Dapper’s machines have stopped. Echoing noise to almost-echoing silence. Ah. Right. None of the island’s machines are working correctly. Bad will have to make a smaller drill. But he will build his drill, and he will dig, and he will find his son. 
“Dapper?” he calls, his voice cracking. The sound echoes. Only the animals answer back- they’re the only thing that stops the base from being completely silent. Grass grows. Sheep eat. Grass regrows. There’s so many animals here. What good company. It occurs to Bad, suddenly, that they’re good company. Dapper is gone, and his animals are still here, and Bad- 
He won’t kill Dapper’s pets. He is suddenly holding his scythe and he won’t hurt his son’s pets because he can’t trade them for his son and there’s a special sort of heartache to the fact that his son left behind instructions to machines that don’t work and so many animals that can’t keep Bad company the way Dapper kept him company and Bad- 
He’s holding his scythe. He’s holding the Sunshine Protector. He tries to take a breath but it comes out stuttery and he bites his tongue and. Dapper was-is always so sweet. He made Bonnie to keep Bad company, and Bad is always haunted by little ghosts but now most of all he is haunted by the love of his son. 
“Where are you?” His voice cracks on the third word. He stumbles to Dapper’s room and doesn’t think about the fact that they never got to build one for Pomme.  
The hole in his heart could swallow an island. 
Please don’t take- 
The scythe gets left outside. Bad can’t bear to look at it. Protector. There is a secure door in front of him that keeps nothing secure because now there is nothing to protect and Bad- 
-my sunshine away. 
He falls to his knees next to the empty bed. He chokes out, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, Dapper.”
When the sob rises again, he lets it.
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