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aswebothshook9 minutes ago
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SO APPARENTLY CLAIRE WEARS GLASSES IN INFINITE DARKNESS?? THATS MY FUCKIGN WIFE.
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lovelycleon11 minutes ago
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They are back 馃挒馃挒馃挒
Amo muito 馃槏
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talesfromthecrypts16 minutes ago
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I think a lot of misconceptions about horror as a genre come from the fact a big percentage of the community focuses so hard on the American-centric 80s films (mostly slashers). There is so much wonderful horror made by people of various genders, races, countries of origin, and sexualities if you just look past that one horror movement made by mostly straight white men.
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ottnow17 minutes ago
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Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness | Official Trailer | Netflix
Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness | Official Trailer |聽Netflix
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demifiendrsa25 minutes ago
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Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness | Official Trailer
It鈥檒l stream exclusively worldwide on Netflix on July 8, 2021.
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winterlogysstuff57 minutes ago
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Hate to break it to ya bud but I don't think that would work.
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Unless, there is something special about the residents of Sistana that we don't know about.
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dalia-vintage-y-bipolaran hour ago
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驴Cuantas veces la gente us贸 un lapiz o un pincel porque no se atrevieron a apretar el gatillo?
-Virginia woolf
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shyrose57an hour ago
So, when the villain minors wind up in the past next to their past selves, who's also around for it to happen & what happens immedietly after? What were the V!Minors doing before they time traveled? Was the time travel sudden or planned? Also, what was the criminal empire called, and w/ their smaller empire, what do the V!Minors do with it?
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Well, for Tubbo and Tommy, it鈥檚 Wilbur, Niki, and Techno who are around. Panic immediately ensues, and Technoblade gets stabbed in the gut by one of the V!Clingy duo, who I will call...um...maybe Pollux and Castor? Unsure, some famous duo that are morally grey-ish. But we鈥檒l go with that for now.
Purpled was pretty much alone when it happened, and he immediately tried to stab his older self. Failed, obviously, since future him is just as fast, but tried nonetheless.聽
Ranboo was hanging out in another server when his future self dropped in, and he screamed and startled, but again, nobody was really around to see it, so, yeah. V!Ranboo was just as startled by the sudden screaming as Past!Ranboo was, and he ended up teleporting into a tree by accident, and getting a broken nose.
The time travel was sudden! Possibly a plot by the other Smp members made out of fear, but I dunno.聽
Empire name? Hmm. Hm, hm, hm.聽
Y鈥檏now what?
Zero idea. Probably something ironic, or reflecting their choices, but I really have no clue on what to call them. What sort of name sounds fitting enough, for what they wanted?
As for what they鈥檙e doing with their smaller one, it鈥檚 just information gathering for now. The V!minors are back in time, and they might as well use the chance to see what can be fixed. If it goes beyond saving, they鈥檒l deal with it then, but currently, they鈥檙e just trying to figure out how they ended up here and keep an eye on things.聽
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natalie-ina-artan hour ago
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The branches become a storm, a wind that brings peace, it is woven into the hair. Curls of internal change. Only there, beyond the edge of usual, where everything can change, the essence manifests itself. A string that defines us. And there, in this silent space, where the dead branches rustle under the raging wind, there is no sound, there is silence. A lone figure, a silhouette, looks forward to new chapters, new pages of her own book, or perhaps a new reflection of herself. In this space we all fall, for a single moment, to take a step towards the unknown.
Self-portrait with "The Storm" painting.
Oil paint on oval canvas board.
30脳40 cm.
The work is decorated in the author's frame, the paint on it repeats the texture and colors of the painting.
SOLD. The work is in a private collection.
Other works available on my Etsy store.
See more of my artwork on Instagram.
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dxmnedbloodlxst2 hours ago
Oh hey look, it's the weird block man that joined the tournament a while ago. Seems he's got something for Dracula! ... Iiiiiit's a stack of steak! Somehow contained in a single hand! How he does it, no one knows, but he does! He drops it in front of Dracula as a gift. It's... hovering, why is it doing that? (@rocks-the-block)
( @rocks-the-block thank you for the starter! 馃挄 )
Dracula blinked at the pile of meat from his throne, leaning to one side to look at it with a inquisitively arched eyebrow.
"What is this? Some sort of insulting joke?? As if imprisoning me in this damned tournament wasn't embarrassing enough!" He huffed, looking around himself for whomever would bring such a thing to him. "What even are these, anyhow??"
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gail-skywalker2 hours ago
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Okay, I just want to get on the hate train and say how much I fuckin hate this abomination
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That is not my Griffin, you fckers. That is a disgrace. A freaking cursed image that will forever burn in my brain like the fiery flames of hell.
Let鈥檚 bully Sony like we did the Sonic movie so we can get the hot Griffin we deserve.
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dxmnedbloodlxst2 hours ago
So Drac what would you do if the big mama milkers vampire lady stole your little succubus?
"I doubt she would dare combat me. I am more powerful than she is, she should understand this if she is aware of what's good for her.
"Though if she's arrogant enough to challenge me then she is free to approach me personally~"
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fyvvld2 hours ago
15, 1, 10 for dearest inse
1. What did you dream about last night?
[ INSE ]聽鈥淪ome people I knew in another life~,鈥 Inse muses, looking almost wistful before he flashes a toothy smile.聽鈥淏ut it鈥檚 nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about. Dreams are just that. Dreams~鈥
10. What is something (or someone) you鈥檙e in love with?
[ INSE ]聽聽鈥淭hat鈥檚 easy, being right. People doing what I want them to, it鈥檚 a lot of fun~ I like the feeling a lot hehe. You can say we鈥檙e pretty well acquainted~ Who needs to be in love with someone when you can easily make everyone in love with you or just in a little awe.鈥 He cocks his head to the side.聽鈥淥nce you get over the weak shit, it鈥檚 easy to be in love with it.鈥
15. Talk about something exciting or good that happened to you this year.
[ INSE ]聽鈥淲e debuted and I found someone to fill the space Gohyeon left behind. No looking for random trainees, just one new person under my thumb just like the saps at the company who didn鈥檛 even question us. What鈥檚 more exciting~?鈥
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codexcorporis2 hours ago
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if you鈥檙e triggered everytime you look at someone鈥檚 blog...... then just don鈥檛 look at the blog how difficult is it
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dxmnedbloodlxst2 hours ago
drac's worst nightmare: all the belmonts twerking in unison to Bloody Tears upon defeating him skldfj
(Anon it's not cool to reveal Vlad's secrets like that, it'll kill him for good!)
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wildwomanbluess2 hours ago
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I do often think about a canon divergence au where the hell deal never happened (Sam didn鈥檛 die) but castiel was still cast out of heaven for the crack in his chassis along with anael / sister jo. they still held onto their grace unlike anna because they still served the lord but chose to serve his creation instead without the interference of their family. they grow jaded in their exploits, of both god, their family and humanity. whilst jo maintains her faith healing鈥 castiel runs a retreat in the woods with his speciality in healing the mind / healing memories. it鈥檚 flagged up as Just Another Cult. dean stumbles across his retreat in the woods on a motw case and cas is the monster. cas is the thing that goes bump in the night. his retreat is cut off from technology. they chant in tongues in the morning becuase it鈥檚 the closest castiel can get to his connection to angel radio. he layers on thick smokey soft clothing and his hands are scarred over thick with blistered stars from where his true form鈥檚 heat has eaten through the skin. from where his true form has gorged itself on the most painful memories. castiel says it keeps him aware of suffering, aware of the way that humans hurt each other so he keeps his distance. they鈥檙e rats in a maze to him. he may be just as broken as they, but at least he knows to stop hitting the pleasure button til he convulses and drops down dead. his hair is longer. every mirror is covered in gauze and heavy towels because castiel still sees through an angels eyes and sees the fragility of his true form reflected back at him! dean hates him at first, thinks he鈥檚 just a no good freak who thinks he can mess with people鈥檚 heads. who鈥檚 he to play god (castiel flinches at this mention, the same way dean drops his eyes to the floor when John鈥檚 name is resurrected in conversation) eventually, turns out the motw was never castiel. he and dean share a very intimate discussion, all held beneath gauze just the way that castiel鈥檚 reflection is because they can鈥檛 stand to see themselves in one another so much. dean asks castiel if he would rewrite his memories. take away each time his dad fell asleep on the floor smelling of a whiskey death rattle. scrub him clean of john鈥檚 aggression. only the righteous father. only the just. castiel shakes his head. if he did that, Dean would just have A head full of rose tinted polaroids with the absent father as the main focal point. He鈥檇 be just like his brothers and sisters. and castiel can鈥檛 stand to see dean follow the path that so naively went before. he takes dean鈥檚 jaw in his warped hand. he will not take the memories of this man鈥檚 broken father, but tonight he will give him the gift of a new memory, a new deity to worship. he will break off his own rib, fold it into the clay of this man鈥檚 body and mould him into a deserving altar. the kind that one day, he may kneel at and pray to.
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