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deadsh33p · 1 year
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honestly kind of sad the changelings stopped being hardcore goths
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sun-wukong-kinnie-2 · 4 months
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They are the couple ever okay
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witchkittymeow · 1 month
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Shes finally here!
I'm really proud of those heels idk how I managed to balance her so she stands
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I'm running out of space SO fast
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misspoetree · 1 year
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KinnPorsche + Text Posts: Vegas Edition - Part III
Bonus: The Struggle
[Character Editions: Pete Part I & II | Vegas Part I & II | Tay | Tankhun Part I & II | Big | Porsche Part I & II | Kim | Porchay | Chan | Kinn Part I & II | Macau | Pol]
[Themed Editions: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ?]
[Episode Editions]
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jennifersminds · 5 days
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happy tortured poets day to all who celebrate
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Nothing like having brainrot for 3 different fandoms and trying to cure one with the other and just rotting more
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yangjeongin · 1 year
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😼✌️
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six-white-venus · 2 months
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MY FAVORITE WORD EVER
rot
OR!!
gone
you find my corpse on a bright summer morning.
you break into my freezing cabin with a raised eyebrow. unphased. curious. then, a slow smile appears. i am immediately wary.
it has been years since i’ve had visitors in my humble abode and i like it that way. the cold keeps me safe. my body rots like a bruise swells; slow, painful, with withering purples and blues. it stretches the time of my body in this land into an endless limbo that i clutch with my cold, dead hands. my heart is still and i am numb, have been so for a long, long time. i am safe.
you find my corpse on a summer morning and stomp into my home/hell with eyes ablaze and teeth flashing and if i was alive, my heart would’ve seized at the sight. you lug my body to my backyard, unflinching. the sun burns my skin and everything hurts and i want to kick and scream and thrash in your hold because you idiot, you stupid motherfucker, don’t you know the rot sets in faster when life is around?
but dead men don’t scream, don’t move. you drop me on the grass with heaving breaths and all i could do is burn while the cicadas sing of my second demise. then, you start talking.
you tell me about your day and ask me about mine and barrel on when all you’re met with is silence. you tell me of the sky, the wind, and your favourite sundress. you must be insane. out of your fucking mind. don’t you see this rotting vessel of mine? my unseeing gaze and blue lips and cracking skin? don’t you smell the rot, the death? you surely do. then why aren’t you running? no, stop. stop moving closer. you madman, leave me in this wretched place. the warmth of your touch will only make me fester, don’t you see?
but you stay. you tell me how the crisp apple bursts into a delightful sweetness when you sink your teeth into it and pull my head to your lap. you tell me about your mom’s cooking and let my cold seep into your skin. my mouth is sewn shut and you are holding me so gently and i want to scream for mercy, for an ounce of cruelty. give me back my home, you villain. give me back my hell.
ice melts. the heat thaws my flesh and the rot digs into my body with its talons unsheathed and merciless. you pitch a tent next to my body and spend your nights here. night after night, i listen to the lull of your heart and watch the rise and fall of your chest as my body breaks itself down from inside out. i am warm.
and you, stubborn, baffling, ethereal you; you stay. the next day and all the days after that. the stench is getting unbearable now. i can see it in your eyes, in every ragged breath of yours. a corpse will remain a corpse no matter how much it is loved. there are only so many stories you can tell without gagging at the sight of this monstrosity. the sun always sets. stories end. love lives where life does. your kindness never did have a place between my blackened teeth and diseased heart, my dear.
but you come back with a gentle brush of lips against my decaying forehead. your hand cradles my rotten head. my sweet warmth, there you are. won’t you leave?
you won’t, right?
you dig my grave all by yourself. six feet deep, seven feet tall because you want me to be comfortable. what a useless gesture. i learn love feels like the glow of the moon and feather soft touches and a grave dug with bare hands.  you lift me in your arms, careful not to jostle me too much, lest i fall apart. kindness feels like a siren’s lullaby and i can feel my eyes droop. it’s dangerous and so very beautiful.
things are different in my new home. numbness feels so far away. there is life thrumming in my veins and eating away at my flesh. you bring me flowers everyday- chrysanthemums, dandelions and tulips- you tell me they remind you of me. how foolish. how very wonderful.
soon, i will bloom into all the flowers you can dream of from this very earth you laid me in. soon, i will rise, petals unfurling, laugh booming. i will weave myself in your braids and take root in your chest and spread down to the very tips of your fingers. my darling, my sun, my rose; i promise i will find you on a bright summer morning.
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ssoupcup · 1 year
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i am 62 episodes in and the brain rot has begun. uhhh i do not know what any of the characters really look like so i’ve just gone off of fanart?? but here is jon! i can only assume he has eyebags big enough to carry a family of 4’s shopping and probably has the posture of a candy cane so enjoy ig lol
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fiendishartist2 · 7 months
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KEEP GAME CONSOLE RUNNING
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fleouriarts · 6 months
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feeling bad about my art lately. will probably not post for a while. but i wanted to at least dump some stuff here before i retreat into my hidey hole
#hivemind tv#riley savage#graydon weaver#hmfcu#quadeca#jane remover#eden burke#my art#2023#fanart#doodles#its like. augh. longtime fleouriarts followers are familiar with my eternal tango with posting art online#doing this since i was 11 has like rotted my brain and made me rely wayyyy too much on external validation to motivate myself#and every year or so it gets bad enough that i take a break. but the break usually only lasts a month before i miss the feeling#and come back and then the cycle repeats#its probably worse now bc this is a fandom where getting seen by the creators is not really that hard#so there have been times where im like 'well idk if i wanna draw this. but if i do maybe hivemind will rt it :-)'#NO!!! THATS NOT WHAT ART IS ABOUT!!!!! i cant keep letting myself get addicted to the numbers going up man i gotta get out of here#and i was reading a quad interview from around when idmthy got released. cus hes also brain poisoned like this. but he managed to get out#and now just kinda comes online to release music and then leave#i need to be like that. i need to take a break from art posting thats so long that i come back as a changed man odysseus style#idk. its been so long since i drew stuff that no one gets to see but me. all the art i keep to myself is just out of embarrassment#i need to relearn how to draw stuff just for the love of creation and not “maybe people online will like this one”#or “this new thing came out i need to prove my love of it by drawing it”#sometimes it leads to good art but more often than not it just makes me feel worse#whatever. if any of yall are in the hivemind jane or quadeca discord i MIGHT still post stuff there. but otherwise ill keep to myself and m#friends for a while i think#woooooo this is queued to post while im in orgo lab everyone wish me luck with my thin layer chromatography
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kettledemon · 7 days
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It’s about the gentleness, anyways more xueyu!!
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settingorange · 1 year
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"I will cast abominable filth at you, make you vile, and make you a spectacle." Nahum 3:6
If We Were Villains - M.L. Rio / Twenty-four months - Everymanhybrid / Paparazzi performed at the 2009 VMAs - Lady Gaga / Class Trial 6 - Danganronpa V3 / Ricky "Jupe" Park - Nope (2022) / christmas. - Everymanhybrid / The Wicker King - K. Ancrum
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lycanr0t · 1 month
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the thing about aplatonicism is that just like aromanticism and asexualism, it doesn't inherently mean you don't want friendships, every individual apl person has different needs and wants in regards to friendship and each person will go about it differently.
I for example am aplatonic and don't specifically feel platonic attraction as in, i don't feel a drive to befriend people. I don't get "friend crushes" or ever get the desire to befriend specific people. I am personally, very open to the possibility of friendship if someone else approaches me and we vibe. I am not platonically attracted to them, but I also do get enjoyment from socializing with others in that way and can become attached to them, etc. Platonic attraction does not equal caring about someone/being good to them. Attraction is not moral in that way. it just is.
Just like how some ace people still enjoy sex, even without sexual attraction. Some aplatonic people still enjoy friendship, and some don't. And that's okay! There are so many types of relationships out there that people can form and explore what makes them happiest and it looks different for every person and that's such a wonderful thing.
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problemduetest4life · 2 months
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thinking about Jean joining The Trojans and how that's going to go. AFTG came out about ten years ago and the series is set about ten years before then (2006-7 for AFTG and TSC will be 2007-8). There's not a whole lot of common knowledge surrounding mental health at that time compared to today.
We get to see the Foxes figure stuff out on their own because a lot of them have shared experiences (addiction, abuse, family trauma) but that's specific to their team. The Trojans are described as "more normal" and I'm a little worried about how they are gonna handle Jean.
Physical touch on teams is something that just happens: arms thrown over shoulders, hugs, pats, (even slaps on the butt on my team haha) and all that. Communal spaces for showering and changing is also just everyday life, being comfortable in vulnerability. The Foxes have boundaries with these things but I highly doubt The Trojans do, especially considering the time.
basically I'm interested to go into TSC with a 2024 perspective in a very 2000's world.
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willowser · 1 year
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my god ur ex husband bakugou makes me want to throttle myself delicious angst delicious delicious suffering pining losing it’s giviiiiing very slay thank you! (i hope they get back together) lmao…
oh, friend, i think about him so much !! i really like to think that you're just so. kind to one another still. it's not like either of you want to be separated, but being together only hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt and it was like too much to bear, you know ?? but all the long nights alone with your itty bitty baby, and all the nights he had to be out on patrol, tense and uncomfortable and stressed to the max, in his hero costume — didn't take away how much you loved each other 🥺 and being divorced kills him, because he is too used to everyone feeding off his own anger and frustration and trying to give it back with the ferocity he can and you. don't do that. never have, except for the few occasions when some arguments got the better of you both, but i think your honesty and open smile and continuous love for him is like a knife in his heart. how can he be angry at you, how can he even think about living without you, when you hug him when you see him and still tell him you love him when you go ? AH.
also i think in my last post i made a comment about him having an apartment, but — now that i've been thinking about it, i think he keeps the house. the one he bought when you first got married. and he wanted you to have it, because it's an unfortunate, undeniable fact that you will end up having your son more than he will, just due to the nature of his job, and so he wants to know you're both well taken care of and he doesn't want his son to have to change from the house he's been growing up in.
but you had to sit in it, all alone, for so long, and now he wants you to live there ? in the house he bought, surrounded by all the things he bought for the two—and then the three—of you ? you just cant stand it without him any longer and so you refuse, telling him that he should keep it because it's his, really, but — what the hell is he gonna do in a lonely four-bedroom house, all by himself ? it's a very large argument for the both of you, and even though you tell him to sell it or rent it out at least, he won't. the concept offends him, because he's still holding onto the hope that the three of you will inhabit it again one day 🥺
and you have dinner at least once a week. it's the only way he would agree to signing the papers. no matter what happens, if you can't work it out—because he still thinks you can—at least he'll be able to see you and his son. at least he'll be able to pretend, for just a little while, that things are okay again.
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