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starstrike · 9 months
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I'm obsessed with how Shivers will outright tell you that the anodic music kids will fail. I think this implies that, even if you build up the club, nobody will ever visit it.
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I think this was one of the times in Disco Elysium that I really... got it. After reading this, I decided to tell the kids to scram. They wouldn't succeed anyways. It felt terrible. I reloaded my save; I couldn't stand to do anything else. Just because hope, beauty, or love are temporary, does that make them any less valuable? Just because you know something will be snuffed out doesn't mean you shouldn't try. That hope and love is valuable for its own sake.
At the time, I was going through a severe depressive episode. I was moving out in six months before moving cross country, so why should I bother investing into my environment? I had this old fish tank I'd poured effort into, once. Got some new fancy aquasoil that would be great for my plants, but it needed time sitting underwater. I left it like that for… oh, months. This damaged, empty, sad little thing that I had once loved immensely.
But building that nightclub with those kids made me change my behavior. I got myself a $6 betta fish, shoplifted some plants from petco, and built my tank up again. Even knowing I'd need to break it apart. So what if it ends? So what if the dance club never becomes popular? You build something and dance with your community, even if your dream fails. Even if it ends. There was love there.
And I think that's one of the things Disco Elysium is about. The kids and their nightclub is a microcosm of the knowledge that the pale is enroaching on Insulinde and the rest of the world. There is a literal, tiny, hole in the world inside of that church. The hole is another reminder of entropy, of the End. And all of this takes place in an edifice of a centuries-old regime and a religion of maintaining the status quo. A religion of broken glass and broken promises. But you take those shards and build on top of them, transforming their meaning. You grow, you build, instead of apathetically letting things remain the same. You find hope and beauty and love even though you know it's unsustainable.
Because the 'now' is valuable in itself. And I love that about this game.
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bakubunny · 4 months
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gentle reminder that you are always welcome to spam like or rb any of my posts at any time. it brings me joy. idgaf about engagement or if it’s considered ‘rude’ by others. you are allowed to enjoy what i post. that’s why it’s there.
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deadlynedly · 2 years
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i keep seeing posts about how jupe’s not the villain and that he “did nothing wrong” besides allowing the gordy incident to lead to him feeding himself and the others to jean jacket (which… ok), and while i largely agree with the former:
WHY is everyone glossing over what he was doing to the Haywoods?
he was extorting them for their only source of income in order to feed his phantom and fantasy. he was buying their beloved horses, FULLY knowing that they hoped to buy them back some day, with the clear intention of using them as bait for his personal gain. he treated the Haywoods as his own cash cow vending machine, despite probably having at least an inkling about what Really happened to their father. he sent his own children to torment them after they took one fake horse from his property, despite all the horses he took from them.
he told them “su casa es mi casa” moments before trying to buy their farm again.
the reason this character is so incredible (besides the fact that he’s played by the incomparable Steven Yeun) is his lack of status as a hero or villain. his intentions were never malicious, only he was willing to hurt others for personal gain. he never physically harmed anyone, but his actions brought otherworldly death and destruction. he provided for his family, and brought them to their end.
Jupe is an incredible character and i could literally write books about him, but guys, let’s not pretend he’s not at fault; we all know the reason the Haywoods lived and he didn’t.
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doctormargarine · 1 year
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Dr loboto when lobotomy idk I never
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visionsofmagic · 7 months
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⭑syzoth [reptile] icons ⭑ — mortal kombat 1.
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neptunesailing · 4 months
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even though im one of the last ones to say this HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! heres to a happy hiiai 2024 !!!
edit: you can see the full colored version here!
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rebornrosess · 1 year
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no but i need to know how hugh “phillip the baker dilf” grant pulled benoit “the greatest detective in the world” blanc??? personally i think it would be very funny if said greatest detective in the world was completely oblivious to hugh grant’s flirting until said baker dilf, in true romcom fashion, literally wrote his phone number with frosting on a donut for him or something.
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deuynndoodles · 1 year
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[id: nine images featuring lines from a poem and digital, uncolored drawings of various legend of zelda characters.
"it's you. it's always been you in your stupid little hat. it's always been you and your stupid bleeding heart," says the poem. link from skyward sword clenches his fist, glaring off into the distance. his sailcloth pinned at the shoulders covers a cartoonish heart drawn on his chest.
"you're given a holy blade, sharpened with the souls of those who've held it before. you cant imagine turning it on anyone," says the poem. link from twilight princess holds the master sword up, a look of awe and shock on his face. midna hangs over his shoulder with a similar expression.
"secrets hide in every corner. it's only up to you to find them," says the poem. link from minish cap talks with a minish on the road, ezlo sitting up on his head. the minish says something excitedly, gesturing with her hand. link points a finger at himself, confused.
"you set out on an adventure," says the poem. link from wind waker uses said item, riding a humongous wave on the king of red lions.
"it's a story everyone knows—evil rises from the depths of the earth. a hero appears with golden light on his side. he wins, despite REDACTED," says the poem. zelda from breath of the wild splays her hand out, the triforce coming to life. guardians claw through the grass, just about to reach her. zelda is crying but determined.
"you lose. you may have won, but you still lost," says the poem. link from link's awakening drifts on a log in the ocean, ruins of a boat floating around him.
"if the one in your reflection isn't you, did you ever really shatter the mirror?" asks the poem. green link and blue link from four swords (adventures) stand over the remains of a shattered mirror. green balls his fists. their faces are not visible.
"is what they tell of the true tale?" asks the poem. link from ocarina of time, in his child form, is listening to navi whisper in his ear. navi is excited, tucking her hand around her mouth.
"you write your own story, everyone says. but what if fate already has one for you?" asks the poem. the master sword stands in its pedestal, framed by two silent princesses. end id]
its finally complete! i wrote this poem in december and ive been wanting to draw stuff to accompany it and its finally done. phew. im really proud of it <3
full poem, punctuated and paragraphed as intended, under the cut!
this is a story all too well told
a legend of zelda poem
it's you. it's always been you
in your stupid little green hat
it's always been you and your
stupid bleeding heart
you're given a holy blade
sharpened with the souls of those who've held it before
you can't imagine turning it on anyone.
secrets hide in every corner
it's only up to you to find them
you set out on an adventure.
it's a story everyone knows
evil rises from the depths of the earth
a hero appears with golden light on his side
he wins, despite REDACTED
you lose.
you may have won
but you still lost.
if the one in your reflection isn't you
did you ever really shatter the mirror?
is what they tell of
the true tale?
you write your own story,
everyone says
but what if fate already has one for you?
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ofpd · 6 months
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hey besties ive decided im changing my name on here :) call me chana (pronounced like 'chanukah' but without the 'uk' in the middle) instead in posts etc! i don't mind my previous name in private like dms etc but i'd rather go by a different name in public on tumblr!
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skachacharealsmooth · 2 years
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Actually obsessed w the way sonic looks at shadow
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teruthecreator · 4 months
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Every day, in every way, I'm happy to say I'm getting better...
okay babys first ACTUAL amv!!!!!! i finished this in like 4 days bc i've become so obsessed w amv making and i've had this idea in my head since forever
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lunarelly · 7 months
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stevenyeunloverfr · 10 months
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SHOULD’VE NEVER LET YOU GO
Warnings: Character death, Strangling, Attempted murder, Slight smut, Making out, AU.
Summary: You and Daryl are divorced with a daughter named Raven. Daryl has been hooking up with Leah, until she attacks you and Daryl tells you the truth.
Era: After Betas death / end of S10.
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You woke up to horrifying screams coming from your daughter. You practically flipped out of bed running across the hall to your daughters room. She was wailing , almost sounding like she was in pain. You virtually knocked her door down. Come to find out she dropped her blanket. “Goodness Gracious Ray, you can’t do that.” You said breathing heavily, your heart still pumping in your chest. You grabbed her blanket and tucked her in again. You got back in bed and went to sleep.
You woke up to three almost identical knocks on your front door. You knew it was Daryl. He usually came around to say good morning to Raven. Most of the time he even stayed on the couch with her overnight. You missed him so much. His warmth and comfort every night. His strong arms pulling you in and his heavenly lips against yours. “Y/n” He discreetly yells with a scratchy, growly voice you couldn’t get enough of. You realized you had been zoned out. “Coming!” You murmured. You set Raven’s sippy cup down on the counter. You picked her up and held her on the sides of your hips. You opened the door and gave him a weak smile. “Hey.” He said in a low growl. You stared into each others eyes for a moment. “Hey. I’m guessing your here for Raven?” You said snapping out of your trance. “Nah, am actually here ta’ see ya” Me? You thought to yourself. “We’ll here I am.” “Jus’ wanted ta’ see yar face.” You turned bright pink. “Yeah?” “Ya, we’ll I oughta go.” He said leaning in to kiss Raven’s forehead. “Hey, wait.” You said, he turned around to face you. “I’m going out on a run today. You mind watching her?” “F’course not.” You smiled briefly at him, handing Raven to him. “Appreciate it.” You said sending him another weak smile. Daryl left with Raven while you went to grab your bag and shotgun.
You were at the closest convenience store to Alexandria. You had managed to grab a couple things. Before your eyes, it was already dusk. You decided to just find shelter before the walkers start swarming. You managed to find an abandoned cabin. Not knowing you were basically on the Reapers property. You fell asleep, your head leaning on your bag. You woke up to somebody on top of you. A familiar face with blonde hair that was graying. It was Leah, Daryl had been recently hooking up with her. You tried to grab the knife from sheath, but she slapped your hand away. “He’s mine.” She said in a furious voice. “I’m not with him an- ymore” You said struggling to breath due to her hands wrapped around your neck surely leaving marks later. She let out a soft chuckle. She starts punching you repeatedly in the face. You finally get a chance to flip her over and force her down, but she caught you off guard, you still practically half asleep. She took her knife and cut little scars into your face, purposely terrorizing you. She kept hitting you with all her strength until you were about to pass out. You heard loud footsteps coming from the cabin entrance, then an arrow went through her skull, she dropped on top of you making it even harder for you to breathe. You recognized the footsteps and the arrows. You were pretty sure they were Daryl’s but you just had the shit kicked out of you. You really weren’t sure. “Daryl?” You asked settling the question of if it really was him. “R’ya ok?!” He yelled pushing Leah off of you, not even caring that it was her. “Does it look like it?” You joked. He scoffed. You woke up in your bed. Daryl was asleep on the floor leaning against the wall with Raven in his arms next to your bed. “Daryl!” You whisper yelled. He jumped. “Yar awake.” “Why are you on the floor?” You asked. “Didn’t want to make ya uncomfortable.” He said. “Seriously? We’ve fucked at least 30 times and we have a kid together, your worried about me being ‘uncomfortable’” You mocked him. “We’ll shit woman, sorry if I’m tryna be considerate.” He argued. “Get up here.” You said. He stood up with the baby. “Without the baby.” He went over to her room and put her in her crib and shut the door. He climbed into bed next to you staring at the ceiling. You were cleaned up , and in new clothes. “Did you do this?” “Nah, dog did.” He teased. “Yar eyes lookin better.” He said. “What you did… yknow who that was right?” You asked. “Tha hell kinda question is that, f’course I knew.” He said. “But you loved her.” “Nah, she was just a distraction.” You turned your head to him confused. “Aight maybe I liked her a little. But that was before she almost killed my wife.” Your eyes widened, he called you his wife. “Ex, ex wife sorry.” You smiled. “No, wife is better.” He looked at you and you stared into each others eyes for a couple of moments, the sexual tension creating a heat in your pants. “I’d kill anyone for ya. I don’t give a fuck who they are. They ain’t ya. Shit I fucked up Y/n, I love you. Should’ve never let ya go.” The tension broke when you crashed your lips into his. Your lips surrounding his, he bit your top lip causing you to whimper. “Fuckin missed those sounds.” He said. You straddled him, his hands on your hips. He grabbed your neck causing you to wince from the pain of when Leah strangled you. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.” He said. You nodded and layed on his chest. “So what are we.” I asked. “What we’ve always been. Husband and wife. He said.
a/n : i honestly don’t like this but it took to long not to post, im not the best at writing but this came to mind and it was to good to not write. any tips for better writing??
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jaanwangji · 9 months
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You listen to songs a lot, sometimes when you're on the road busy looking this way and that so you don't accidentally step on someone's feet, or get in someone's way. You do that a lot, because you get lost within the space you hold by yourself, so lost that you forget anyone else exists in the world besides you. You don't always mean to seem so selfish, so detached, so...not present, so someone they don't want to be around anymore because you make them feel unloved.
You don't mean to be any of that, but you can't help how you feel too big for your own body sometimes even though you're like not even that tall. Sometimes you feel like you're so big you'd surpass the Eiffel tower twice over, and sometimes so insignificant that even an ant wouldn't look twice at you.
There's something about listening to songs when you're not fully present in the moment, when you're staring out the window of a moving vehicle and wondering when your stop will come but at the same time not really paying attention to your surroundings. (Your stop might've been long gone, but in the present moment, you don't seem to care.)
The song travels through your ears inside your brain, and if you close your eyes you can almost see it swirl around in lavender within the dark corners of your mind: a momentary spark before the void sets in yet again. You think, if I were to take off my earphones, lavender would probably gush out my ears, and perhaps if I shake myself hard enough, they'd travel down my brain beneath my skin in waves lighting up the hair on my skin as they go.
There's something to be said about how everyone looks at you with concern set deep in their features. As if they're just waiting for the pen to drop, for the inevitable glass to shatter, for you to drop down on the floor and never find a way to get up again. There's something in the air that heaves a sigh everytime you laugh around people as if before that everyone was holding their breath, still in fear of setting you off again.
When the same song starts up again, because that's how you consume music, one song at a time, until there's nothing left of the song but static noises in your head that you'll remember once again a decade later and feel an epiphany, the kind you'll never get used to no matter how many times it has happened before.
When the song starts up again, you take a deep breath and you step into the room without looking up at anyone, trying to be discreet as you move, so they wouldn't look at you, so they wouldn't know you're here again, so they wouldn't know how much you need the help.
You find a seat at the very back as usual, you're trying to blend into the wall, but the walls are a bright blue (the kind you really like) and your clothes are black, a stark contrast that makes you uncomfortable, because you stand out. You think, anyone can look here and see me sitting. The thought disturbs you, so you turn up the volume high, so that the music blasts in your ears so loud that they drown any other voices in your head from speaking.
Don't speak tomorrow in the room, you had mumbled into the dark, face smushed in the pillow. Don't come out, I don't want you there. One of them let out a loud scream, so loud it hurt your ears, another laughed in their shirll voice and said, you think you're the boss of us don't you? It seemed like they didn't expect an answer, so you didn't give any, just sinked in deeper into the bed. Just don't talk tomorrow, you heard yourself beg. Let me talk, I promise I'll handle it.
But you always need help, you can never handle anything on your own. If we weren't here, you'd be nothing at all. Not even the things that you pretend to be. (That was the most vicious one of them, who hissed into your ears.)
None of them talked today, none of them came out, just like you told them to, and yet you couldn't talk, couldn't say what you had to say, couldn't utter anything even when you were pinned with the weight of thousand different stares. You stood there like a fool, and sat back down like a loser, because they were right, that's what you are, and that's what you'll always be.
You hear each of them laugh loudly. You can hear them celebrate your failure, a big feast with your head right in the middle so they can eat pieces of it and make you scream in their mouths.
You'd go to bed, just like you do every night, all the while they continue feasting on you, with you, for you but always, always against you.
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realsafari · 15 days
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im analyzing tumblr rn dw abt it
this is to gauge how many people i annoy on a daily basis.
rb / share for me to know more stupid shit pookies <3
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visionsofmagic · 8 months
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Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 "Shibuya Incident Arc" - Official Trailer
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