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dollya-robinprotector · 8 months
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So here's the thing: This post
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Everyone's honest reaction to that information:
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Look I know it's not exactly the "BEST" but they're the first on the list so let's just bear with me for the comedic effect, 'ight? *bow*
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mumblesplash · 7 months
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me normally: my media consumption resonates with but does not directly reflect or alter my mental state, i have a healthy and robust ability to process human experiences through the lens of art without losing sight of reality ­:)
me watching the terror: i NEED to do some gay shit on a doomed voyage and then die of scurvy. to express myself
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shyjusticewarrior · 4 months
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cemeterything · 6 months
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another terror tma au entry: i think goodsir (who gets the dubious honor of eye avatarism in this) could theoretically remove the ghost bullet from fitzjames that's slowly infecting him with the slaughter, and it is something they discuss privately very late on in the story since they're both grappling with unwanted avatarism at this point so there's no point in trying to hide it and i want more interactions between them, but somewhat paradoxically up until the point where the slaughter starts feeding on him in earnest when he refuses to feed it (probably after the "are we brothers francis" confession), it's the only thing keeping him alive (since he'd probably die from post surgical complications) so it has to stay. because the slaughter (along with the stranger) is the performance entity and i like the idea that being haunted by the violence he participated in to ascend to the position he's in is manifested physically in a way he's unable to deny since tma loves to deploy very literal symbolism.
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vandrawsing · 4 months
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fall fitzier exchange treat for @itsevidentvery ! it's the Napoleonic war au, except it's the Russian campaign
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mx-paige · 9 months
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Daniel's arc, summarized.
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Know those "Pets not allowed" signs? Every therapist would have such a sign for Daniel. They know they can't repair this guy.
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daincrediblegg · 4 months
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Me: man. It’s been a while since I watched the terror. I don’t have anything else to watch so I’ll put it on. I’ve probably overplayed it by now and it ‘ll be boring now but-
Me exactly 5 minutes later when I see jared harris come into frame:
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gierosajie · 1 year
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I feel like if Focalors sees her people as doing no wrong in the eyes of gods, then Venti would see Mondstadt pulling some shenanigans against the ruling powers and would just go "oh haha my people are so amazing, aren't they <3" and lets them do their thing
Like this is the guy that went along with a regular human bard's plan to overthrow a literal god despite being a teeny tiny wisp of a breeze during a war between gods
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asofterjirving · 19 days
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The nedving Modern AU where they play DnD (which also features an entire host of guest stars with complicated relationships) with a little more substance.
An excerpt under read more (the resolution of "what if we were roommates, and we didn`t realise we wanted to be more, until...")
“Do... are you worried the game altered my mind? Addled my brain?” he asks incredulously.
„No,“ John replies, „I know you meant well. But are you doing this to make me feel good about myself?“
„Well, yes,“ Edward answers truthfully, because it was his initial goal, and because he does want John to be at peace. The thing shifts, swells around him, and he still cannot name it for what it is. It is usually easy for Edward to understand John and be understood by him in turn, however strained their words may be - it was one of the foundations of their friendship - but not this time. He feels off-balance, desperate to scramble back on safe ground that isn't there anymore.
John`s face falls, all colour draining from it at once, and he inhales sharply.
"Don`t,'' John hisses. "Don`t let me make a fool of myself. Not this time. I will not be able to stand it. Let's just forget it."
The offer is tempting, but Edward recalls James` “more assertive” and Graham`s “label” and George`s “like Victorians” and Henry's “the fun way”. The talk about Malcolm (does John think his feelings are again unrequited?) and all the little and big moments they had had together. The familiar and dear routine of their living together, the order of things they made for themselves. It's good. He doesn't want to lose it.
Besides, they are not the sort of people to “just forget it”.
Looking at John`s face he recognizes the same terrible agony of hope and despair he feels. For the third time this evening they are on the very brink of admitting - something. He knows he wouldn't be able to continue as they were, not after this was brought out in the open. Nor does he want to. And he doesn't want John to retreat into avoidance again. He deserves that. He deserves peace with himself, and if Edward can provide it - though he feels ever incapable of doing it properly - he will do anything in his powers to assure him. Weirdly, this thought calms him.
"Well," he says. "We`ve already made fools of each other, didn`t we? And in front of everyone too."
He catches John by the hand and sits him down on the sofa next to himself. John doesn't look at him but doesn't take his hand away either, so Edward stares at his soft profile and gently caresses his knuckles, because there is no point in not doing it anymore. He is hit full-force by John`s loveliness, something he desperately didn`t notice - did not let himself notice, or let it sink in, lest he would have to admit he wanted more out of their relationship and make it complicated - for years. The delayed impact is no less deadly now, even though the hit happened years ago, and only now did he allow himself to feel it.
Was it always there? He supposes he will have to think about it later, it is now, and they are going to build up from it, pieces of what they've become to each other reshuffled into something new.
Eventually John starts talking - slowly and softly, as if in a dream, as if he cannot quite say it out loud:
"Yes, I suppose we did," he smiles unhappily. "I apologise. You don't have to do anything. It is my own fault that I got-'' At this John risks carefully glancing at Edward out of the corner of his eye, catches his direct gaze, and promptly lowers his eyes back to the floor, flushing a gentle shade of pink. His hand in Edward`s twitches. Edward`s heart, it feels, grows three times its usual size in his chest, clogs up his throat, and he is sure he flushes too.
He cannot remember John ever blushing in his presence, either because he didn't dare to see it, or John did not allow himself to imagine anything more than friendship behind their gestures, but he is looking now, he is seeing it, they are allowing their relationship to become something else, and it is both familiar and strange. And their hands are still clasped together.
As exhilarating as this is, he cannot let John be there on his own, he has to offer him something instead of a free-fall. “A controlled bit of chaos for them both” to stand on. A step in nothingness towards something - other.
Yes, they did make fools out of each other, and everyone and Des Voeux witnessed it, but they still have something left to uncover for just the two of them. The safe, quiet place of peace he knows they'll always have.
And the pause lasts too long, and Edward reaches for something, anything to say to him.
He cannot name what's filling him yet, too huge and terrifying and fragile it is, so he clutches at the second most painful thought and takes it out and throws it under John`s feet, trusting he would be supported in turn. 
And, just to borrow some of the ease with which he acted during the game, he mentally makes a roll for luck.
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sleepnoises · 2 years
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stunning vistas in which to get absolutely torn to shreds and tatters by mosquitoes
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rennybu · 9 months
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how many distinct playlists is too many for a single OC. because Loam is at 3
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fiction-quotes · 11 months
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Babyhood is not a time of bliss; it’s one of terror. As babies we are trapped in a strange, alien world, unable to see properly, constantly surprised at our bodies, alarmed by hunger and wind and bowel movements, overwhelmed by our feelings. We are quite literally under attack.
  —  The Silent Patient (Alex Michaelides)
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wastinawaaay · 6 months
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Israel has been bombing hospitals schools houses for the last ten days if not decades and some of you are still uncertain about who is responsible for this massacre?
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terra-toma · 2 years
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Welcome to tiny terrors where we have characters like:
-Cole Weavers as Cole (absent podcast father) putting his entire ass into voice acting a malevolent dog spirit (phoning it in)
-B. Narr as D’s spooky laugh practice compilation
-Mike Lebeau as a valiant impression of Mike Lebeau if he wasn’t a streamer
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beeapocalypse · 7 months
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trying to craft a funger oc like aughhhh i can see him i can picture him in my head right now [image of the most off putting little man possible]
#he does not have a name yet but he DOES have a vague concept. author from the eastern union who got drafted into the military and--#--met another guy during the 1 week he had b4 getting shipped out to basic training. they immediately develop a WAY intense relationship--#--and constantly send letters to each other. author is a total chickenshit and comes to cope w the violence of war thru--#--alcoholism and a complete retreat into his obsession w the other man. gets a couple wires crossed and has his lust morph into more + more#--violent fantasies that the other man plays along w bc its Fun+Wild (at its core its the authors desire for CONTROL. if hes the one--#--bringing the pain then hes safe. even better if its with the single person in existence he feels like he can trust during that--#--period of time). manages to live throughout the rest of the war and rushes back to his lover. spends a slowly degrading week w him where-#--the man comes to realize what he thought of as simple metaphor+exaggeration was TRUE desire from the author + the author flounders--#--without the then expected+familiar terror day in and day out. culminates in the man demanding the author leave and never try to contact--#--him again (saying their romance was wild and exciting and unlike anything hed ever experienced but the only good way it couldve ended--#--was if the author died out on the front and forever left him Wanting without the actual reality of those desires realized) and the--#--author either tries to shoot himself or the man (fails to do so. lol) b4 running off to the first train out of town. worlds messiest guy#ya it leans a bit into samarie territory but hes fun. his theoretical ending b would probably have smth to do w sylvian worship + marriages#even more vague idea for his moonscorched form is a sopping wet pathetic red wolf ('red wolf' being one of the mans terms of endearment--#--thru their wartime love letters) w its legs tangled up in barbed wire so it has to drag itself around. red bc its incredibly--#--thin skin (<-- do you get it .) splits and bleeds thru with every movement. a lot of whining and incoherent babbling as it hesitates to--#--ACTUALLY attack anybody. should have some cock horror element but ive no ideas on that front LOL#skill ideas are persistence predator (more melee damage dealt the less mind hes got- a backstory choice where he focuses entirely on the--#--love letters rather than splitting focus on his on-pause career with short stories) and an unnamed one playing into his terror/lust deal-#--where he gets a buff to either melee damage or speed when his phobia is active. want to come up with at least one more though#mmmaybe him being an author doesnt play that well into his concept as a whole but hes my strangeguy so whatever
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disturbnot · 7 months
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afternoon friends. i think i'm nearly ready to get back to normal here. i hope you've all been doing well this past week! ❤️ irregularly scheduled ash nonsense will resume after this commercial break —
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