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silver-horse · 3 months
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fullbattleregalia · 9 days
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I have decided to be the chaos I want to see in the world.
My fiancé and I discovered that when you’re in the Anomaly/Nexus of No Man’s Sky (aka the online multiplayer area) you can transfer items to any other player who happens to be close enough even if you aren’t partied up with them. You can also get your pets to lay eggs. So now I’m running around the Anomaly playing Easter Bunny and hiding adorable critter eggs in other people’s backpacks.
Why? Because right now someone out there is looking at their inventory and going, “Where the fuck did this egg come from?!” And that makes me happy.
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craycraybluejay · 6 months
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Bruh I be having literally the worst urges and I feel bad that I don't feel bad at all. Like damn. Guess I'm really like that. Well, anyway.
#i am apathetic to whatever monstrosities lie within my mindscape#or rather i enjoy them and am apathetic to the idea that they are evil#unfortunately the fact that I'm excited ab them makes me rly rly rly want to talk ab them#which would be bad#but if it gets bad enough i think its time i let my therapist in on the next circle of anouther hell#i know she will be kind no matter what i spring on her#but this. i dont know how to feel or what to think about all this#its pathological. i can fix it about as well as i can fix the fact that i adore music or get turned on by fear or am consistently-#-platonically or otherwise pulled to murderers and the like#i know its some psychosexual nonsense-- some fixation rooted in some perverse symbolism that i cant fully grasp#its so difficult to be a BadWrong thoughts and desires person#bc even tho i have like. some level of control and ethicsband whatnot. even tho im not doing the guilt ocd thing.#even though i know im ok the way i am#i also know i cant talk ab it. cant be excited about it. cant vent or happy rant about it. stay quiet. let it eat ya#cause ppl cant accept some things cant like. come to terms with things. again and again#i find myself relating more to 'good people' but being able to talk more openly and honestly with 'bad people'#like im too far from either side to ever be fully myself but i must let it out#and so i find i cant trust the people i love most with some of the most personal things more than i can trust a complete stranger#because at least that stranger has no spare room to judge. and i cant give af about losing a strangers high esteem of me#i share something truly heinous and sure i may be threatened but. disappointment from ppl u love is worse than murderous rage from strangers#which came first- the fixation or the corruption? i think it was the fixation#i was like that before. whatever false indulgences i have given myself will always sate the beast and not create it#i am not a bad person. but i will always have a monster inside me. a balancing act between#being a somewhat polite functioning member of society and completely losing myself to the dark#i dont hate myself. i wish i did sometimes so i wouldnt have the urge to vomit it all out#i wish i hated myself and felt such guilt over all that so i could be happy with being quiet. i wish it was only good that excited me proper#or rather i wish i knew someone like me in the right ways. irl. no phones no danger. who i could share with excitedly and not feel like ill#be told that im a freak who deserves to die. someone who will share equally horrific things with me and will keep me in check#i want talk therapy but with someone that has something SO wrong with them. a friendship that is nasty and fun and grossly honest#someone to say 'i know what ur talking ab/how u feel' when i say something pitch dark
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itstimeforstarwars · 2 months
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The struggle about posting stories that I KNOW are going to be zero-note wonders is that I have to finish them before I post them. I have to rely on myself to enjoy them enough to finish them, both because I will not be getting feedback from readers saying 'wow I'm so excited about this!!' but also my brain will interpret a lack of positive attention as people hating it instead of as a reasonable lack of interest due to writing about unpopular characters or writing in a dead fandom. This is one of the fun tricks you learn when you've been writing for over a decade.
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anyone have any puzzle recs
or alternatively whats ur favourite puzzle type if you have one
for me when it comes to apps I love nonograms the most but I also like minesweeper. Then when it comes to paper (or apps still) I like logic grid puzzles, kenken, sudoku, word/number fill ins, & kakuro off the top of my head.
sometimes I encounter a new puzzle and I’m like !!!! I love this how did I never know about this before !!! so I am reaching out to expand my puzzle list and also just want to hear what anyone reading this likes
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deergirlslut · 4 months
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Look at him
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I demand you all look at my son.
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sunshineandlyrics · 7 months
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Lisa is so cute, and she sounds great when she does it
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frozenambiguity · 1 year
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Oh, for Kaeya to find a love so pure, emotional and profound that whenever he listens to Golden Hour he instantly thinks of his s.o. and his gaze softens.
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darkbluesky96 · 9 months
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Demons usually have some sort of animal motif attached to them, right? That can present visually in some way in their physical form.
If Azi were to fall, what would his animal motif be?
(I thought of this question and my brain immediately responded with that one interview clip where they're asked their favourite pet and Michael Sheen answers Harry the rabbit, I think? And now I can't stop laughing at this image of Azi being a precious demon with little rabbit ears)
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fagexe · 2 years
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You did great and we're all very proud of you Mr. Michael Romance
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jrueships · 2 years
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it's josh Allen's birthday and stef wants EVERYONE to know it
#WHY IS THE LAST PHOTO SO CHAOTIC 😭#i am currently racing against Time (my ibuprofen for my headache and sore af throat wearing out) but i HAD to comment on this#i HAD to i MUST share this with DA WORLD !!!#i saw mckenzie post a lil thing about joshs bday and i Sat and Waited ...#i KNEW he would say smthin i just KNEW IT and that something would be SO unhinged#first... using the clip of allen nae naeing in 20XX.....#he IS stefon's cringe husband !!!#if your beloved isnt a Little Bit cringe are they Really YOUR beloved 🤨?#i wish i could give better analysis but i need to use this numbness to hurry off to bed so u get this for now#'stefons Guy'...... the get down Zeke's man shaolin romantic intent#the spaced exclamation marks... he is Literally so in love#THE MAN ! THE MYTH ! THE LEGEND !! with the buffalo bills colored HEART EMOJIS ???#stef loves trying to be cool but whenever hes around allen he turns into a giggling girl nervously twirling her hair around her crush#and laughs too loud n long at smthin they said that wasnt funny in the first place#it's so FASCINATING.... the POWER a himbo can hold over another man...#hes so down bad for fit paul blart mall cop it's hilarious and adorable#why is he acting like their first words saved the galaxy or smthin... 😭 it's just get open and catch it's normal qb to wr stuff???#josh fr says nonsense and stef acts like he just quoted the life equation#the EMOJIS???? the pleading eyes then the SMIRK emoji HELLO????? WHY IS HE SO.#🥺🥺🥺🥺😏 is such a powerful combo... why is he so insane#the PHOTO??? why did he choose a picture of allen grabbing his tit? HELLO??#like stef we GET IT you LIKE to be MANHANDLED omg bro fr h*rny on MAIN???#we all know what Theyre gonna do to celebrate...#bubbs..... thats so cute 😭 anyone who writes fic for them is legally required to add in this nickname#for TRUE au then TICITY 😤☝🏿 ‼️‼️#diggs/allen#i hope these tags will suffice because i am abt to scream n cry i hate being sick
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bookofmac · 2 years
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The toilet being full of blood is a metaphor for the Four L's being on the edge of puberty and the renovations are symbolic of the giant dent in their budget that buying pads is gonna cause the whole family
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oglegoggle · 1 year
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It’s honestly really funny to me in retrospect that the moment our relationship really started to decay in my heart was when we went to the second Burn together, but I know full well that for the same reasons I was starting to fall out of love with him he was convinced that they’re the reasons why I’m The One to him.
I spent the entire weekend fixing the problems caused by his dumbassery, babying him through a meltdown, and not reacting explosively to the assorted fuckups of the weekend while he did and managing one crisis after another with grace and responsibility and control.
I can see why he would be enchanted by a man whom doesn’t dump gas on the fire when things go wrong so to speak. But fuck he was deluded to realistically think I would be forever charmed by an idiot whom is incapable of not constantly setting those proverbial fires and expecting me to put them out.
#this is goggles#I spent that entire vacation being dad to an incompetent 30 year old#and he spent that entire vacation feeling like he was living out a legit Hollywood romance movie#I continue to feel like a manic pixie dream gay#like I exist for others’ to further their character arcs#that I’m perfect and dreamy and exactly what they need so long as I go out of my way to fix their life and make them feel adored#but the instant that my pain and my difficult needs read their ugly heads#the instant that I topple off the pedestal and my imperfections shine#it’s game over#like I’m precious and essential and they’ll never let me go when I’m attending to their difficult needs#but the moment I have difficult needs I’m disposable#I’m not worth the effort and sacrifice because their fuckin awful cat means more to them than I do after it legit traumatized me#I’m the perfect man when I’m putting out fires#but I’m garbage to be thrown out when I get burned#I want so dearly to be loved even when it’s not easy and fun#I want to be loved in such a way that responsibility can be a shared burden rather than one I must lift entirely off their shoulders#I want to be loved with affection and attention I want to be touched and held and kissed and I don’t want to feel constantly ignored#I want to be loved in ways that I don’t have to totally compromise my own comfort of living for the other#I like it cold in the house there will be no dogs or cats and the tv can’t be running constantly and it needs ti be kept clean by both of us
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sttoru · 16 days
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𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.
tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.
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“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.
satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”
you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.
“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.
the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.
when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.
“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.
satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.
it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.
“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”
your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.
you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.
“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.
you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.
“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.
somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”
nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.
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tojisun · 2 months
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PLEASE MORE DADDY SIMON IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE AGGGHHGHHHGGHHHHHHHHH
he’s just so fuckin sweet and hot and hhhhhhgggg
simon really is so sweet and hot :((
i really really love the idea of how he’s truly more into the daddy kink thing than you are.
your slip-up only ever happens when he’s fucking you so, so good that your mind is splintering from your tethered control, leaving you rasping out whimpered moans—“daddy, daddy please!”
but simon loves bringing it out of the burning intimacy he shares with you; loves drawing it out with gentle beckoning.
“give daddy a kiss?” he asks, big hand curled around your wrist from where he’s tugged you close to where he’s sitting. you were left to hover by his front, leg brushing against his thigh.
“what?” you puff out, your voice tinged with surprise even amidst the sudden hunching of your shoulders. simon already knows—you heard him, alright.
“c’mere, love,” is what simon replies with instead, pulling you one more time and catching you with surety as you stumble on his lap.
a yelp slips from your lips, only for it to peter out, and simon wonders what it must be that you’re thinking.
do you think ill of him now that he’s gotten more clingy? more insistent?
he was always able to hold himself back, never pushing or asking more than what you give to him—every piece which he collects with reverence—but a spark had been lit in his heart and simon can no longer hold back.
he adores you. he adores the way you look at him, all starry-eyed and devoted, so shy even when you can’t shake away the honest need curling in the way you seek him out.
(“do you like it?” you asked, voice so meek that simon had to rely on his training to pick up the tremble of your voice.
”yes,” he replied, instant, eyes already crinkled in his smile. “thank you, petal. ‘m so proud of you.”
and there it was—the shy curl of your lips, the way your breath stuttered, your eyes ducking away as you let simon’s praise wash over you.
see? what a sweetheart you are.)
“please?” he asks again. “won’t you kiss me?”
simon suppresses the shiver that racks his body at the soft press of your lips on his—a sweet little peck, a ghosting caress.
so, so adorable.
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dutybcrne · 11 months
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In spite how many people seem to chide her for her apparent irreverence, Venti actually finds Rosaria’s various names for him extremely amusing. Yes he can hear each and every one of them, and yes, he does secretly reward her for each one by helping her in various means whenever she’s patrolling Mondstadt.
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