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dcency · 2 years
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midnightripping · 10 months
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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?” ~ Dream Jackson || The Minds Journal
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aoitakumi8148 · 4 months
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...𝓘𝓯 𝓘𝓽 𝓘𝓼 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓦𝓮 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓲𝓮, 𝓦𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓐𝓽 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓲𝓮 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻.
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my gifs#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#Lies Of P#2023#game#NG+#Winter Holiday Edition#license version#v.3#PC#[𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲] 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀...#the missing crushed organ x its pieces retaining heat...#except for the traces of dried and flowing -salt water- [...] what remains?#...phantom pain -feeding- the empty insides with blood#...you don't need what you ask for... for you already have it...#~#the last inmost LO𝓟 post in 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 x#the first chance to get the -sleeping- anger off my chest /#𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗩𝗜𝗣𝗘𝗥...#who brands it as a -copy of 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝔹𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖- [etc] x caustically calls it -fake- [etc] without proper grounds/consideration x#devalues the game due to the fact it's a soulslike that doesn't belong to the Japanese x influences the rating negatively [etc]...#𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗚𝗢 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟#you've been offered a pure art ~ and yet you've some nerve to discredit all the magnificent work so reprehensibly ~#your business to j--k off to 𝔽𝕊 ad nauseam... but don't you dare...#to minimize the glory [LO𝓟/ℝ𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔻𝟠 𝕊𝕋𝕌𝔻𝕀𝕆] by judging it through the prism of 𝔽𝕊 -placed on your f-g pedestal-#I'm not sorry for being x having been straight honest... Arrivederci
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palmofafreezinghand · 11 months
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Since the summer before kindergarten, when Charlie Swan tripped over his two left feet and fell into an unaware Billy Black — changing the course of both their lives forever — the two had only spent one summer apart. 
Nowadays they didn’t speak of the disastrous three months they threw themselves into the arms of others, in the hopes of ignoring the fact their friendship had, without either intending it — in fact both fighting desperately to prevent it — morphed into something that could no longer be defined as merely friendship. 
The two did not speak of the woman traveling through their small town who wore Charlie’s grandmother’s engagement ring for two whole weeks before she broke up with him on a sticky note. They did not mention the woman Billy had grown up with, who he had politely courted through the summer only to lose her to a full-ride scholarship to a school five hours away. 
Shortly after being utterly embarrassed and broken-hearted — although the hurt had not stung quite as much as when they had stormed out of each other’s lives months prior — they bumped into each other in the only bar in town, Charlie tripping over his own two left feet and spilling Billy’s beer over both of them. It was the first time either had laughed in days. 
By the end of the year the two men had pooled every cent to their name and bought a creaky old fishing boat together; it was a reasonable decision, Billy coming from a long long line of fishermen and Charlie having the worst case of sea sickness in history. 
The little ship would disappear into the vast ocean for a week at a time, away from prying eyes and the hushed whispers of shore. When the boat finally sputtered back into port it was full of enough fish to feed the entire town for weeks, they gave most of it away to those who could use it, selling only enough to pay the slip rental and the occasional trip to the laundromat to keep their shared collection of flannels somewhat clean. 
One day a scraggly orange cat wandered on-board, greeting the men on the swim step as they came back from their monthly breakfast at The Lodge. Old superstitions of good luck forced them to keep the stray, arguing only over what to name the thing. They landed on Anchovy. 
The two odd fishermen, and their cat, lived on that dilapidated boat, together, long after they could both afford apartments to themselves. 
They did not mourn the lives they could have had. They lived the one they had never dared to hope for amongst the choppy seas and the constant smell of bait, cursed the fact they had ever spent even one summer apart, and thanked everything they would never be just friends.
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beatupcorpse · 9 months
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I drew pep pep from memory
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maryibgarry102 · 3 months
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looking up stuff to try and see if amy is gonna be in the third sonic movie and having to see people being like "amy shouldn't be in the third movie" "should amy really be in the third movie?" And i just gotta say i hate y'all. She should be in the movie, she's been around for way longer than Shadow and the only concern isn't her presence, but is hoping the writers don't fuck up her character by making it more about "liking sonic" than how he inspires her to do more and be more as a person, to help people. How she's compassionate and loud and willing to fight for what she believes in. Plus, in sonic adventure 2 she has a moment with shadow where she, in pleading for him to help save everyone and give them a chance at growing and finding happiness, reminds him of maria. And that is what finally helps him move past this idea that the world isn't worth saving, that he doesn't want to be controlled by his pain but to overcome it and do what he really wants--helping people, just like he promised maria he would, but finally in the way she really wanted. Like. Y'all are so boring for not wanting amy in the movie istg, get out of your "she's the girly character who likes sonic and is annoying and that's it" mindset cause at that point you're just accepting and perpetuating shitty writing of her character instead of wanting the best for her character, which is something she DESERVES after being flanderized so many fucking times
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autoboros · 1 month
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(something about the immortality of vampires) Is Kim getting old at all, or is he forever young? And does he drink blood like ordinary vampires? Is he even a real vampire at all?
I need to study this man under a microscope like a neat bug.
Oohh I like this question... I hadn't thought about this
I think Kim wouldn't be immortal, but given how it seems that in Splatoon, lifespans can grow up to 100+ years (Cuttlefish, Octavio - unless theyre just special cases, idk)... and how vampire squids can have 2-5x the lifespan of octopus, Kim could potentially live for a damn long time. I doubt he'd want to, though. I think he would age, but the process would be way slower, visibly at least
As for the drinking blood part, if you were to ask him, he'd probably pass that off as a stereotype of vampire squids. But he also wouldn't be opposed to the idea. He's probably even done it before, since him and his partner are bitey - it would have been an accident though since he wouldn't want to make Acht bleed like that
He's probably closest you'd get to a real vampire in Splatoon, but he wouldn't be a traditional one
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soda-pop-kandy-krush · 8 months
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what is it like having normal family who does not constantly guilt trip you :)
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it is, actually, you idiots
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tipsybees · 1 year
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me: im gonna try playing again! but only minimal cc! also me: ooo but i cant play without this mod also me: and this mod also me: and hairs?!?!
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meteorstricken · 8 months
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Something that's really crystallized for me in recent months is that the kind of performative hype (or pre-emptive disappointment) that goes on in social media spaces is simply not something I can be heavily party to if I want to have an honest experience with a game.
Rumor-mongers, streamers, influencers-- what are they to me? What is their opinion to me? They are not me. They have not lived my life nor do they have my specific set of biases. They are not possessed of the specific lens through which I would naturally experience the story and mechanics. They cannot give me my opinion, nor am I motivated in any way to adopt theirs because of that whole authenticity issue.
But if I try to divine what the "acceptable" or most common opinions are, it does little but destroy my ability to enjoy anything at all. It makes me want to hide it if I do enjoy it for fear of punishment. And let's be real here--there's a metric fuckton of poison and faux anticipation out there that's generated for no other reason than engagement.
Truth lies in the one on one experience with the game, relatively free of influence or the social pressure to agree to anyone's take.
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dcency · 1 year
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flippedorbit · 5 months
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do you want me to fucking go off on you? do you truly fucking want that mother?
#“oh you and your sister never listen to me and blah blah blah” we fucking do (or at the very least i do)#“you guys never help out” does me doing the litter and taking out the trash and on occasion hand washing the dishes mean#fucking nothing to you? does me sweeping the floor every once in a while because you chose to keep us in an area that is ALL SAND/DIRT ROAD#for whatever stupid ass reason also meaningless? does me doing my damn best to help out mean fucking nothing?#do you want me to kill my self. do you want to lose your eldest child to something YOU could have fucking prevented all because you can’t#stop being a bitch to him all the time? do you really fucking want that mom? because at this rate i am once again on the road to fucking#attempting it. i’m so god damn sick of how you treat me. the only time i can do anything i want is at night. i stay up super late playing#games with my friends because its the only time in the day when you aren’t bitching and whining for me to do something you don’t want to do#for the past several days i’ve been up until five in the damn morning just to do something that makes me happy.#you misgender me. you deadname me. you refuse to accept any aspect of my identity. you don’t treat me like a god damn person.#i have so many different ways i can consider attempting if i truly wanted to. the only thing keeping me alive is my friends. because they a#least show that they fucking care and actively want to do things with me. like group drawing or playing video games.#YOU on the other hand; mother; yell and get mad at me over the stupidest shit and never fucking apologize.#i cannot recall a singular time you’ve apologized for being a complete bitch to me over something so fucking unimportant.#and yet i’m expected to be completely fucking fine and happy all because you provide me with the bare fucking minimum.#”i clothe and feed and provide a place for you to live” THAT IS THE BARE FUCKING MINIMUM. sure you could argue over the fact i’m 18 and#should be out working somewhere. but you give me so few opportunities for going places and even considering getting a job or finally gettin#my driver’s license. plus i would rather fucking die than work any food service or customer service job. because i’d be going somewhere#where i’d mostly get talked down to or yelled and then come home and have the same shit done after working for hours and getting minimal#pay. i’d rather work on my own fucking terms with commissions than go into any job where i have to interact with others in public for any#reason. where i’d be treated just the same as at home. like someone who isn’t a person and doesn’t deserve anyone to be nice to them.#i constantly so desperately wish that maybe one day soon i’d find someone to be with romantically and that i could maybe live with them and#get out of this hell hole that i’m supposed to call home. to go somewhere and have my efforts appreciated. to go somewhere where i’d#actually fucking be loved. i shouldn’t have to wish so god damn hard for a better life all because my mother can’t fucking treat me like a#person with hopes and dreams and thoughts and feelings.#i’m ending this rant here before i get too angry and upset. see you all in maybe an hour.#suicide mention#ask to tag
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iamlisteningto · 9 months
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Sandwell District's Feed Forward
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petrichorvoices · 8 months
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sometimes we get so desperate to try and out on some weight for the first time in two years that we get tempted to count calories because at this point don’t even think that we’re getting the amount we need much less excess, but scared that it’ll end up leading to disordered eating even though goal is to gain weight
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gustedesign · 1 year
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"Feed Your Head" Art Print
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