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arekayic · 1 month
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who’s better at predicting: me or tango
and side note: in scar’s stream mumbo’s mailbox was active AND had the package light on. we can only hope.
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nicnevans · 5 months
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him face
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harpoonsnotspoons · 1 month
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PREPARE FOR TROUBLE
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AND MAKE IT DOUBLE
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aston-one-77 · 16 days
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while I am procrastinating at work. here’s redraws of these hamsters (+rats) I keep seeing on Twitter
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trixibebe · 1 year
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Nothing in this game is more serious than darts
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agtavio · 7 months
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doobles
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kibo-no-akademi · 9 months
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When you can't say no to her
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vasfasan · 9 months
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pov: Belle takes a part-time job at Granny's
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muttsfangs · 10 months
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old art :3c (28/5/23) (d/m/yy)
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tazzanyt · 1 year
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ok so from what I’ve gathered my first day here is that tumblr is a social media where your feed goes from twitter screenshots to tbh creature to social justice to muscular women in that order with whiplash intensity
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goldiipond · 2 years
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my skrunkly have you seen my skrunkly
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arekayic · 1 month
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grian using mumbo stamps to communicate ;w;
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nicnevans · 5 months
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i present this without comment
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bonny-kookoo · 10 months
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Yoongi
Remember to Forget [Intro]
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He praises your work, he boosts your name in the charts, he asks for a song together with you. It would all be perfect; if he wasn't what you feared most.
Tags/Warnings: androphobia (fear of men), mentions of past emotional and physical abuse, medication, panic attacks, insecurities, miscommunication, eventual romance, soloist!Yoongi
!! This work is the rewritten version of an old intro I had. I wasn't happy with it however, so here's the 'new' version. All past warnings for potentially upsetting content still apply, however.
Length: 1.5k words
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Music hasn't ever been your first choice when it came to your future career. And even now, five years in, you don't necessarily think of yourself as a musician at all. It's just a hobby on the side for you- and it will stay that way, considering you can't really ever give concerts, no matter how many people would visit it.
So you'll continue your life like this- working from home as technical support for a company that doesn't mind your issues with human interaction, earn your regular salary each month, work on music as a hobby on the side, earn a little from that, and take care of the occasional foster dog here and there.
It's a quiet, uneventful life. And you like it like that.
But it doesn't seem like you'll continue on this path, as your phone keeps buzzing, loudly announcing message after message while you're under the shower, unaware until your phone inevitably falls from the side of the sink into it, clattering loudly as it moves around. As soon as you get out and dry yourself, you spot it where it's still occasionally buzzing- and after unlocking it, it's clear what's happened.
Your blood runs cold. Agust D had not only posted a simple Instagram story- but he's mentioned and tagged you in a screenshot of him listening to your most recent song on Spotify?
Of course that would blow up as it does right now- follower count rising on all social medias, good and bad comments flooding in. It's scary how quickly that flood is waving over your existence on the internet, like water through a sieve there's no holding back at all. And it gets worse once you notice the first messages come in- one of them from his account personally. It's a simple message. Obligatory compliments about your work, mentioned surprise of your lack of fame in the industry, and the question to possibly work together on a project in the very near future.
You're not sure what to say about that.
Agust D had been quiet for a little while, but that hadn't impacted his career at all- he was a massive name after all, able to produce the perfect song for people far away out of his own comfort zone. There was nothing he'd touch that would ever truly 'flop'. But watching him on videos, shorts on tiktok, clips of his past concerts and behind the scenes content he'd upload occasionally, you just know there was no way to work with him. He is a man that needed to get to know the people he'd work with at least by meeting them once. He is a guy who got most of his inspiration from meeting people. He's a man that-
He's a man. And that alone makes you too anxious to reply to his message.
And far away from you, in his own apartment, Yoongi re-reads the messages he'd sent, over and over trying to figure out what he might've worded wrongly. He'd messaged the right account- you had no company you worked under, after all, no management because it was truly only you and no one else. You handled your entire career, so there was no one else he could talk to in regards to his offer- or more so request- to work with you on his newest project.
Usually, he gets a reply instantly, no matter from whom he'd message- but its been days by now since he'd sent it to you, and he just knows you must've seen it, considering how the news outlets online had been picking apart the simple short instagram story he'd posted. Like vultures with the chance of new prey they had dug up anything they could about you, frustration evident in not only the reporters but also fans and others curious about you, because there really wasn't much to find. And he'd cleared up on a livestream he'd done recently that he also didn't joke about genuinely enjoying your music, despite the rather contrasting genres. He'd also taken the chance to tell his fans to stop the rather impolite digging in your backyard, so to speak. If you didn't want certain information out, you'd have your reasons.
Maybe you just didn't want to work with him? He sighs to himself, leaning back in his office chair, crossing his arms.
Of course that's a possibility, and he doesn't usually beg for anything. He doesn't have to- he can find someone else of similar quality, probably, and just work with that person. But there's something about your work that just captured him at this point, every little track you'd uploaded on various platforms making your passion for the art of music pretty clear to him. Even the ones he'd call rather low quality still held something precious in them. Honesty, something raw and unique, perfectly imperfect.
He really wants to work with you- you seem perfect for what he's got in mind.
So he tries again, a little less formal in an attempt to maybe be seen as a bit more gentle than he appears to most people. He knows how intimidating this all must be for you- from what he's gathered, you're not a full-time musician like he is, you're rather doing it as a hobby on the side for reasons unclear. You've got the clear potential to make it big. You've got fans, people who'd happily pay for even just a tiny concert in a basement somewhere, just like he'd started years and years ago. But you don't really do that- you decline any venue offering to host you, and he doesn't know why.
Well, some people don't want the fame. Maybe you're one of those.
'I'm sorry, but I can't.'
So he adds another message.
'I can simply keep you as a ghost-writer or something on the track. Or tracks- I'm not sure yet.'
he writes you, sighs before he types another message. But before he can, you've finally replied- and it's not quite what he hoped you'd send him.
And for some reason, that just makes him all the more curious. Because you wrote that you can't- not that you don't want. So what's holding you back?
'Can I ask why not?'
he wonders, and it takes a good little while until you reply again.
But it's nothing like that, as you finally answer.
'It's going to come out at some point either way now.'
you write, and he's biting his own lip as he can't help but let his mind run to reasons you might not be able to work with other artists, or why you need to stay anonymous this badly. Are you a criminal? Wanted murderer? Or have you done other things in the past that would make you turn out to be a bad person?
'I'm scared of men.'
'I'm sorry.'
you write.
'Diagnosed androphobia from a past relationship gone south.'
You dryly reveal, and for some reason, that's even worse to him. Because now he worries he might've made you uncomfortable with his pressure- even though he didn't know what you were going through up to this point. It explains a lot, now that he thinks about it- why you don't do concerts, why you tend to stay out of the media, why you don't really post any pictures of yourself. If you're this scared of men, you must be absolutely terrified now that he's put you on the inevitable pedestal to be gawked at by thousands.
he writes because of that.
'I didn't know- if I had, I wouldn't have put you into a situation like that.'
he regretfully lets you know, but you answer a bit quicker now.
'It's fine.'
you tell him.
'like you said, you didn't know. There's no undoing that now anyways.'
You write, before you give him another message.
'I appreciate the compliments though :) '
you offer, and his chest feels a bit lighter.
'Of course'
he sends you.
'we can always just work together remotely. Is that okay for you?'
he asks hopeful, and it takes quite a while before you respond again.
'But you don't work like that'
you tell him back.
'And truth be told, I should maybe work on my fear anyways.'
you write.
'Would you like me to help?'
he sends without thinking. And before he can even take back his words, you've replied already.
'no one can really help me with that..'
you text him, before another one is received quickly after.
'but judging from the way you write, you might be my best bet'
'what do I write like?'
he asks with a questioning emoji to lift the mood, and you laugh on the other end in your apartment, unbeknownst to him.
'like a guy I could trust.'
you text him back.
Unaware of what those simple written words mean to him.
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trixibebe · 2 years
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Him.
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orbmanson7 · 1 year
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I'm bored at work so I decided to screenshot and list all the random crap you can see in Herbert's room in Re-Animator, for anyone curious.
(heads up, the third screenshot contains a dead animal)
On our first glance, we can see the following:
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-An obligatory poster with multiple diagrams of the human brain with extensive information relating to each part
-A mini-fridge containing multiple chemical solutions, Herbert's reagent, multiple petri dishes with some kind of sample growths inside them (some of the jars may also contain samples), and a dead Rufus
-Atop the fridge, we see a binder filled with a documentation log, a thick reference book, another smaller textbook, a metallic bowl with some sanitized cloth under it, an additional sanitized cloth under Dan's hand there, a small tube with a screw-on cap that could contain just about anything, and a wrapped power cord with an old-style plug that may or may not be connected to the small lamp sitting above it
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-In the wideshot, we can see a nightstand of sorts (it's more like a coffee table that runs alongside Herbert's bed) that holds a small old-style lamp, more reference books and papers, a few more sanitized cloths, a closed but not sealed cardboard box, at least six miscellaneous bottles that appear to be liquid and/or tablet-form medications, a larger bottle of chemical solution, a cup or mug with a stirring implement sticking out of it, and what appears to be an infrared thermometer but I don't know that those even existed in 1985 so it could be a large inhaler or other medical device instead
Next, when we revisit the room in the Integral Cut, we can see there's a few new items added, especially the contents around Herbert's bed.
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-There is a typewriter that was there in the earlier scene, but we can see it more clearly now, with paper inside and half a page already filled
-There's a desk lamp switched on to illuminate the typewriter and multiple books stacked on the desk next to the typewriter, as well
-A human skull has been added to the pile of contents atop the fridge, along with several more reference books and papers (and the brain poster has now been moved behind it, blocking the window shade, for some reason)
-On Herbert's bed is a suitcase with an exact copy of his current wardrobe of a white, long-sleeved button-down shirt and a black tie (and probably pants, too)
-Next to his bed, on that long table, we can see a new cardboard box that's open and contains large bottles of what are likely more tablet-form medications as well as what looks like a can of something (likely a chemical)
-Next to the box is the same closed box from earlier, but the cloths have all been used up save for one. On the other side, there's what is either a well-used magazine or a workbook sitting under a thermos among a large bottle of chemical solution, six more bottles of tablet-form medications (two still inside boxes), two boxes that seem to either be bandages and/or nylon bands (both used for injections), and that same old-style lamp from before
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(I don't think it's worth mentioning the large white board on the bed that is likely there for white balance in the shot rather than an actual prop, especially since it's not there in the immediate next shot)
-On the bed behind them appears to possibly be a swiss airline luggage tag (those big ones you can use to make it easier to locate your luggage at baggage claim), likely still connected to Herbert's suitcase
-On the other side of the bed, there's far more innocuous items, such as an open can of diet 7-Up in front of a small biohazard sign, an overturned open book, a large canister for water (likely used for tea or coffee), another reference book, and memo pad papers scattered back there, too. There's also some kind of large implement of some sort (maybe just the weirdest paperweight to exist), if it was upside-down then it could closely resemble what someone may use to polish shoes? It could also just be a bizarre lamp that's not plugged in, I don't know
-Also interesting to note that Herbert kept the window next to his bed slightly open, his bed is always messily made, and he never has anything on the floor despite the mess of clutter he stacks everywhere else in his room
Anyway, that's it! I always find it interesting what gets chosen by set design when cluttering a lived-in space (especially in 80s movies) for these kinds of shots, even if it's haphazardly done on a cheap budget. They can say a lot about a character, and I think there's certainly some unique notions to made about Herbert based on what can be seen here.
Do what you will with this information.
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