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glossytoothpick · 13 days
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Spotify Stuff (April 2024)
My Most Listened To Artists:
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My Top Tracks This Months:
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creationtainted · 3 months
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Right, right, he's got this. Totally under control. He's handled more complicated situations than this and come out on top all the same. How is this one any different? The Hotel might be out of the question, but he still needed a place to stay—somehow, he managed to talk his way into a cheap, seedy motel for the next couple days. It's a start.
He's got a nice container of ribs to keep him content for the moment, or longer if he decides not to inhale them all at once. Doors locked, curtains drawn, and the TV droning on somewhere in the background. It didn't quite drown out the general cacophony and discord happening outside his room, but it was something.
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"Totally got this, homeboy," he murmurs to nobody in particular—there's nobody in the room to talk to, and that's almost just as disheartening as this situation as a whole. But it's manageable. If every other dirtbag manages to survive down here, then Adam, the Adam, can, too. "Just gotta... roll with the punches and see where it takes ya. You... got it."
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aparticularbandit · 28 days
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Meanwhile, Drive Away Dolls is Junko and Kyoko go on a road trip, only Junko has a southern accent instead of a valley girl one.
Junko: We have to stop here for all the dykes, and then we have to go here for all the BBQ, I know you won't like it, but it is the BEST—
Kyoko: It's a straight shot.
Junko: And we could stop here to see the world's largest Dixie Cup!
Kyoko: It's. A. Straight. Shot. And the guy said it's a rush job. We need to get the car there tomorrow.
Junko: But if we take an extra day, we can go farther and see girls in bikinis and high heels!!!!
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Kyoko: You shouldn't have sprayed anything on the back of the car.
Junko: It's art!!
Kyoko: And when we hand the car off, it stops being art and starts being vandalism.
Junko: It comes off with soap and water, sour puss.
Kyoko: No, it doesn't.
Junko: ...what doesn't
Kyoko: The graffiti. I tried.
Junko: It's part of my larger project!
Kyoko: ...what larger project
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musesofhororr · 6 months
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Starter Call !
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remnantsouls · 3 months
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@cutxratexradio
Able scoops up the deerman with his upper set of arms, and flips people off as he carried him off.
Fuck you thirsty bitched, this is hissss
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ask-sebastian · 9 months
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When I’m angry at the world (but songs like Run Boy Run remind me to keep going).
Posted The Phoenix before but fits the bill for channelling rage
A little darker
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silcntsinners · 10 months
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TEST MUSES (temporary until I add to my muse list)
NORMAN BATES - Bates Motel
RACHEL- Imagine Me & You
MONA - My Summer Of Love
JARETH - Labyrinth
(More added soon)
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deathwis-arc · 1 year
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honestly, it's really interesting thinking about how the events of the desert dream in 1998 would get blown out of proportion in the coming years ; hell, it already kinda is twenty-four hours later. not only does the fbi get involved ( and they get involved quick ) but the entire thing is immediately labeled as 'the desert dream massacre' which is ... simply not true. if tyler doesn't kill joyce and michelle isn't shot then the total body count is four cops, with two on life support from the motel burning down. this is literally confirmed in game!
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events get labeled as massacres if there's a huge body count, or if it's violent enough. the desert dream killings were neither. all the victims were shot, usually at a distance, or they suffered from burns ; which, while violent, it was more of an escape attempt on the holts' part than anything else. i also find it telling that, even if the holts kill a hostage or two, agent bradley doesn't bother mentioning that in private. all he cares about is the cops lost to the standoff. it's no surprise that killing an officer will get you a more severe punishment then if you kill a regular person, that it can sometimes send you straight to death row on its own, but the fact they don't even care about the deaths of any of the hostages ... it sure is something.
especially since the only hostage deaths in the desert dream can turn the only two kids in the game into orphans. or on the flip side, if the holts didn't harm a hostage, there's no mention of that either. or how the hostages were treated, which compared to usual hostage situations, they got it better than most. it's just the fact that they killed cops ( who were under the thumb of a corrupt sheriff, by the way ) that made this into a massacre. though i wouldn't be surprised if to the public the force would then heavily focus on any other victims, that's usually what happens normally, after all.
anyway, point is, classism does play a role in how cases and crimes are treated -- especially back then. the holts were poor, notoriously so, and they were a family full of drop-outs with nothing to their names. the very second they escape the motel, their names are plastered all over the country and their fates ( including jay's, who's merely an eighteen year old who was an accomplice at best ) are decided : they're going straight to death row. even if jay tries to do the right thing and come clean to agent bradley, tries to turn on his family, said guy immediately goes to pin all the murders on him, for seemingly no reason at all! it's very unjust, and ah ... shady!
the news and papers hype up their crime spree and i wouldn't be shocked that within a couple years, the holts would be presented as bloodthirsty rednecks who were simply greedy rather than a family that didn't have any help and got in way over their heads. the narrative would be twisted so much, especially if three of the holts were never found. there'd be no word from their side, no mention of the thugs who were threatening to kill them, just a true crime story where they were at the forefront of a very unfortunate situation and got away with it. leaving gossips to fill in the blanks as they please, and considering the police's and the fbi's behavior towards this case, they would only fuel the narrative that the holts were a family who did all this on purpose and relished in the aftermath, a family who loved doing the crime.
anyway, it's just something i love thinking about for post canon stuff when it comes to my adf muses. how wildly inaccurate the story's become in time, simply because people got bored or because of the classism back then that was so woven into the broadcasted crime that it's become impossible to separate the two. they'd paint the holts out to be wildly dangerous, cruel individuals and probably spin tales about unsolved murders and robberies and how it could be the work of a holt who had got away. their entire motivation would be obscured and would've gone unsaid, leaving random civilians and a force who hates them to speak for them instead. it'd be a whole thing! and the desert dream was dramatic, sure, but by the time everything is said and done you'd probably barely recognize what the media was talking about had you actually been there.
#╰   *  OOC      :      mun      ⧽   ramblings of a fevered spirit .#(( don't mind me ... just musing about this because i find it endlessly fun haha#like. cannot stress enough tyler getting death row makes sense but JAY?#the fact they literally frame him for everything ... even if he hasn't committed a single murder ... speaks volumes imo#they did not care about any of the holts being innocent nor their reasons they wanted them to suffer that's it!#except sharon who doesn't get death row for some reason? like ... this entire case is so unfair and makes no sense#it's the way dante threatens the lives of all the hostages way more than the holts ever did and still got to keep his badge#as well as his corruption and assault on the motel not being brought up to the public. it's a matter that gets privately dealt with#like ugghh it really is about how little the justice system cares for poor people.#it's about how the holts felt like they had to deal with their lives being threatened by themselves!#they didn't feel like they could go to the police! or publicly ask for help! they didn't think there was another way#and in the end their original plan was harmless and was only hurting someone who deserved it ... they didn't just rob some establishment#they robbed a sheriff their ma had history with and who was literally corrupt#anyway. anyway! as much as it's crazy to me how the media would run with this story and make it about a family that was simply deranged#it's also ... fun to think about <3 for the victims of the desert dream and the holts#not only do they all have to live with this traumatic event that's changed all of them forever#they have to also live with a fabricated version of it -- a warped version of themselves being presented#imo this sleepy town in arizona was simply bored and they had one huge thing happen to them and so they exaggerated details#and the cops were just. well cops about it <3#ahem anyway your muse knowing about the desert dream from what the public's painted it out to be when? :smirk: ))#tw long post
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survifor · 1 year
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i’m sorry i just can’t get over it all rn………
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pctrkor · 2 years
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every time I'm on a road trip all I want to do is write road trip threads fldjlsh
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lcfthaunted · 9 days
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what type of villain are you?
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the mastermind
everything is a game for you, and being the winner is the only possibility that you can consider. people are nothing but mere tools for you, and you don’t hesitate to throw them out once you used them. be careful, because this throne is not a place where you want to let your guard down.
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dxrknessembr8ced · 11 months
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12:30 A.M.
Awaken from the constant screaming right outside of their hotel room, the oldest sister Mei-Ling peaked through the window only to witnessed a horde of zombies marching around killing and cannibalizing residents of the hotel. Setting her in a state of panic she had to get dressed and leave immediately with her sister still sleeping inside of her coffin. Even through all this chaos her sister sleeps through it all so well but regardless she can't leave the coffin. Using her strength after getting dress, placed the coffin behind her back she burst through the door and try her best to avoid the undead, no doubt still infected with the new strain of the T-virus Hsien-Ko had unintentionally spread, and began fighting her way through it all with her bare hands and magic, utilizing them into the journey to hell she placed them both in.
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As she continued fighting her way down the stairs she witnessed a police officer getting eaten alive by the zombies, tackling him on the ground where he drops his sidearm now in front of her. Noticing the sidearm on the ground that is a glock 19 she grabbed it off the ground, aiming at a few zombies now all swarming at her. Despite being experienced in weapons she never had experienced with modern firearms, until now.
" There's no end to this, this is all my fault, I made my bed and now? "
Beginning to feel shaky from the horrible suffering of her guilt to not kill her sister to not only end her suffering but to spare the lives of others but now? No longer shaking she regains her composer and finally the woman accepted her dark fate.
" I will forever lie in it in and protect my sister, no matter the cost! "
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With that Mei-Ling fired a few shots, killing a few zombies going near her by destroying the brain, killing them immediately as she continues pushing through the now zombie infested area to get to her motorcycle she came across the B.O.W.s to attack her being the new evolved hunters, the Vurdalak have arrived from all corners to tear apart and kill including killing Mei-Ling. The Vurdalak are not under Hsien-Ko's control due to sleeping in the coffin. Being hyper violent killers the vurdalak swarmed against the woman with fury she manage to hold them off killing a few of them with both sidearm and martial arts. However she know that she could not hold all of them off, not wanting to waste all her ammo she quickly avoided both zombie and vurdalak all together running towards her bike.
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Her heart beats with adrenalin and sweating in fear and desperation as the now evolved hunters give chase. When she finally arrive towards her bike she hopped on, starting up the engine and immediately drive away and narrowly escaping the area and those large sharp claws of the Vurdalak driving into the night panting heavily that she almost have died. The good news is she escaped from harm, the bad news is that now they have to find a place to live again so soon. She knew that she had to leave sooner, but not to this extent. Let alone being kicked out by both the undead and the B.O.W.s. after she just witnessed innocent people behind her just die like rats and converted into one of the undead. It sickened her, but it's either her or them and they won't hesitate to slaughter her piece by piece. Just like the raccoon city incident all those years ago.
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corbinbleats · 1 year
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wtf is gothic triad?? goth pumpkin?? EXCITED SILLY AND YEARNING??
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of course
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final card
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bitchboyblonde · 2 years
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HE STILL CAN’T GET OVER SARAH SETTLING FOR HIM!!!!!!
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pomshine · 2 years
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Maika and Maika Related Tags!
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pastelhooman · 1 year
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[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]
"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."
----- ID under break -----
A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.
"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"
"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.
Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"
the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.
"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world. After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.
Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?" "Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.
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