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maiamars · 2 years
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booasaur · 1 year
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The Flash (2023) - Trailer - Sasha Calle as Supergirl
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ghost-bard · 6 months
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Haha hey gang you ever think about the fact that both of Juanaflippas original lives were lost in an unfair way :D
Her first life was technically lost due to neglect, but heres the thing. When q slime checked her tasks they were all green, so he assumed that mariana mustve done them, and then when he checked the next day. They were still green. Thus he freaked out, and learned that no one had been taking care of her (or at least hadnt taken care of her the day before).
Then the beds breaking counting towards the egg death. q Mariana quite literally made a mistake idk what to tell ya man. And the fact that they broke instantly was just. Yeah. Though, iirc the beds don’t break instantly anymore. I think. But even then its so.
But now we see that the eggs can. Survive a nuclear bomb.
I know it was the beginning of the server i get that. But at the same time. We all know the federation just picks and chooses right? Like the 2, 3 times that the eggs have gone missing? Bobby’s death, which im honestly still confused about? Like didnt q jaiden and q roier go on a whole adventure to find him only to be told he was dead? I feel like im misremembering to pls correct me if im wrong.
Also, couldn’t someone have taken care of trumpet? At least when q dan and q maxo couldnt? Bc ik that q maxo cared a lot about about trumpet, or did the admin only like. Login when a parent was on i gen do not know.
Seeing the eggs be given so many chances over and over again, knowing that others didn’t, and for flippa to even get one life back q slime and q mariana had a trial. Its. Certainly something that’s for sure.
Like. Yeah. The federation decides everything.
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chirpsythismorning · 1 month
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S5 opener REAL
#byler#will byers#stranger things#every season besides s4-5 opens with non main characters#for el we got a flashback of the lab followed by her perspective in the scene directly after#and I think for Will we will see something similar#with us getting the flashback of him in castle byers in the UD#followed by him in the present in the scene after#but what exactly would warrant that memory being brought up in association with Will in the present?#mayhaps his connection to the mindflayer and the UD run deeper than we realize…#it’s likely not something he could just rid himself of in s2 and now he’s all good#he literally still feels a connection to everything he is feeling#that means he is still technically at risk of being the spy in some capacity#the massacre at Hawkins lab also was a guiding force for El discovering the ‘truth’ in s4#so it’s likely for Will this instance will operate in a way that re-contextualizes the events in the past up to now#like that time Will suggested they go to the hospital in s3 only for the flayed to be waiting for them#or how flayed Billy knew they were at the cabin…#all while Will was looking cryptic as hell in that scene watching over el#or the fact that he picked Billy in the first place the season after he focused on Will…#you know.. williams#I think the easiest way to introduce the castle Byers flashback is a dream honestly#specifically a dream within a dream#seeing that recent leak and Will looking like either he has a black or hasn’t slept in days#is giving very much ‘I am afraid to sleep bc I’m scared of what will happen’#I think dude is not exactly possessed in the sense that we already saw in s2 with like the particicles#but he’s still vulnerable#the door is still ajar…#no but fr this idea of opening a door in your mind was so blatant in st2 AND s3b of teen wolf#I think a big part of it will be guilting Will over the fact that Will has helped him before without Will telling the others#hence his weird vibe in s3… like he’s already successfully fucked with Will post s2 potentially with us being none the wiser aka here we go
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heartorbit · 10 months
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el wiwi ATTACK
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dproof · 5 months
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NJPWWORLD NOW promos: Desperado vs Hiromu
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bylightofdawn · 4 months
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So stuff I've discovered in my second full rewatch of Avatar: the Last Airbender. Note it's prolly been 10+ maybe even 15 years since I fully rewatched the show and my tastes have changed, as have I as a person. I used to be all about the Zutarra lifestyle back in the day. I was so disappointed they were cowards and didn't give us that delightfully spicy couple as canon. I didn't mind Kataang and thought it was cute but it didn't really do much for me.
I still see the appeal of it but uh...I've kinda shifted to Zukka hardcore but with a caveat. I don't want teenage Zukka with them constantly butting heads and arguing. I want like 10-15 years post-canon Zukka who are older and more mature and still fucking idiots. I want a disgusting amount of pining and suffering in silence. Them going through multiple relationships that just don't work out for some reason or another. It's because they aren't Zuko or Sokka but neither want to admit it to themselves.
And then they get their shit together and everyone around them is like "FUCKING FINALLY. OH MY GOD"
I've also come out of this re-watch with a burning love for Hakoda/Bato because oh my gawd long-term friends who slowly realize even through tragedy and heartbreak, they can still find happiness and maybe the one you wanted all along was right there in front of you the whole time? asgjdhglkdhgkljdhgljkdhfljkashflkjdshx that's fucking kryptonite for yours truly.
Give me middle-aged people pining and finding love for the second time in their lives.
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bonebrokebuddy · 2 months
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Ngl I kinda forgot how much I like drawing. I never really share my art so i hope y’all don’t mind the sketchdump!
@stealingyourbones i didn’t realize you graffitied my sketchbook with Philly until now u cretin
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weaverofink · 8 months
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he's critiquing her candy crush strategy
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Nawhhhhhh- y’all tell me why my Mexican Mama be roasting RoboDad over here. 💀💀💀
I was gonna give her a long speech about how amazing and lovable Nick Valentine is, but before I could she just went right back to roasting him. (Affectionately though, she does like him. Just thinks he’s kinda ugly)
Feito means “little ugly”
Now I have to basically summarize this man’s entire lore in the most simplistic way possible to make her understand this unyielding love the Fallout community has for Nick.
Plz send help.
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maiamars · 2 years
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i wonder what's broke her heart more : hearing "khaleesi" or hearing her name as he pleads for her forgiveness
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demadogs · 8 months
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i just looked at the stranger things tag hoping to see more gifs of the iconic scenes like joyce putting the lights up in s1 or the running up that hill scene and literally every single post is about steve
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vinelark · 4 days
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look how cute my current lockscreen is
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thistledropkick · 3 months
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"Having fun and being stupid, that's what's most important Thank you, Amigo"
A mysterious masked wrestler named El Amigo showed up at today's Baka Gaijin show, in a post-show "bonus track" that unfortunately wasn't livestreamed. This mysterious masked wrestler wore a mask that he apparently made in the taxi on the way to the venue, and a singlet with 友達 friend written on the front and 不成者 "narazumono" rogue written on the back. What a mysterious rogue luchador....
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gatheredfates · 3 months
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Alaice - Distraught
CONTENT WARNINGS: Alaice's story deals in dark/mature themes surrounding toxic relationships, domestic violence and my personal interpretation of a woman's place in Ishgardian high society. Please do not read/scroll now if you're under eighteen or if these topics are personally triggering. The abuse is primarily emotional/mental, but there is also a mention of martial rape. I choose to be transparent because I believe in tagging/warning were appropriate, but I'm firmly of the opinion people must be responsible for the kinds of media they choose to engage with. Curate your spaces appropriately.
when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it.
Tight fingers wove around a bunch of forget-me-nots, flecks of azure in the grey. Ahead, a weary band of onlookers watched the procession while the stony eyes of The Fury bored, an irony both in material and stare. It wasn’t the kind of wedding Alaice had envisioned for herself; a tiny gathering, a closed ceremony, the absence of her father on her arm.
'It would not do to wait for a spring wedding,' he explained on the first ask, and who was she to deny? The duties of her House weighed heavy since her parent's death (little more than babe, to loose them so quickly - what a tragedy!) and the tender promise of protection nursed to love as she confided to the handsome man now called her fiancé. He knew better, of course, master of his house for a ten-year, how to conduct her affairs in a most delicate manner. It would not bode well for her to attempt to navigate the bureaucracies on her own; the paperwork, the proprieties — she was ill prepared for it! No, he would care for it out of his adoration for her. She need only pledge her love for him and he would make it so.
Sensible. Pragmatic. It was no gayly court and gaggles of gossip, but she would be safe. Her mother had prepared her thusly before she died; the second-nature braid was originally by her hand. The spattering of snowberries and frosted evergreen haloed around her head only furthered the picturesque portrait of bridely innocence on her ascension to the altar.
Past the threshold of virtue. Out of the furnace and into the fire.
He looked at her and she swore to herself none of it mattered. Not the awkward assembly of acquaintances, the Halonic choir singing a chorus closer to a requiem, or the rush-job priest that better suited such a lament. The man on her left loosened his hold and relinquished her to her soon-to-be husband, as if he had any ownership over her in the first place.
Draeir smiled. His mouth were a gate of shiny white teeth, an ivory fortress where she loomed in enamel prisons lashed by his cold word. She smiled back so sweetly, barely containing her excitement, ignorant to the grip that was two ilms too tight on her fingers or the way he pulled her to him with contained force.
She stumbled. He caught her in turn. A moment's panic escaped her mouth, regained in an instant, and she apologised for her mistake.
"You won't do it again," he answered her, and she took it for gentility.
You will know better than to do it again.
The choir lolled into silence.
a beast can never unlearn its nature.
A posy of periwinkles decayed by the windowsill, overlooking the drab gardens flanked by an ever-constant pattering of snow. They had been a gift on his return, a placation for the girl resting chin-first by the ledge, and placed on the mantle to gather dust. That was how she felt most days, now — a painting, perhaps a statue at best. Something to revisit when he pleased, brushed down and realigned.
Sometimes, when he were being generous, he would trot her out to the crowds he entertained — watched with those hawk-like eyes how she curtsied and smiled at their jokes.
"Such a pretty thing, Draeir, how lucky you must be!" The women remarked, dripping poison from the corner of their lips to be bestowed upon their husbands who stared too long. She felt the uncomfortable flip in the pit of her stomach, intensified when they turned away to talk business and pleasure and his hand would seize hers from behind, pulling her to his side.
"Darling," he cooed, his voice dropping so low as to make the others believe they were merely conversing. Then came the hissed "Feeding their egotism is not your job."
Which did he want — her absence or her presence? If she kept to herself he'd stumble into their room wine-drunk and longing, clawing for her company and absconding her for her avoidance. If she stayed by him and submitted to his whims, a toe out of line spurred his ire.
"You are my WIFE." The specks of spittle were like stains on her skin, no matter how much she tried to wipe them off, and the desperate cries for his redemption could not strip the varnish from the bed that creaked from the weight of them. It hadn't occurred to her then to wish for them to crack; to fling them, body and bloody, to the floor.
It hadn't occurred to her to fight back.
How was this love when she was hysterical? How was this love when he looked at her with rage?
Draier grabbed her face and demanded her silence. He kissed her. He bit her. He tore her from the inside out, wringing her out like a crone's cloth, and left her in tatters at the bedside.
When she finally rose, barely registering what time had passed, she bundled the sheets dappled by blood and retrieved her clothes from the floor. She barely registered handing them to her maid, only that she asked they all be burned.
Rotting flowers on a mantle, elegantly framed. Holy work, the church claimed.
Tell me then, father, why I feel so unclean?
Is it nature or is it nurture?
In her dreams, her daughter wrapped her fingers around her throat.
"A sapling cannot be saved from the seed," She said, pretty lips spreading to a bloodied smile that poured down her chin to the spear of ice lodged between her breastbone. When Alaice screamed and tried to tear her hands away, Alyna only pressed her weight harder upon the weapon until she could no longer swallow the blood.
Her complexion. Her father's hair. Eyes of clear ice and steel grey looking at her vapidly. He looked like that when he died, too; the hard lines in his face smoothing to a eerie stillness as he slumped forward on the rime, steam rising from his rapidly cooling body.
She should have been horrified. Yet, when she dropped to her knees in front of him, all she could feel was relief.
Nature made him cruel. Nurture made her desperate. What would be the fate for their babe?
She woke the way a person stepped onto thin ice — cold and all at once. It was as if she suddenly remembered how to breathe, gulping down air instead of frozen water as her chest heaved and the blanket tangled around her legs was crisp and patched with snow.
To her left her daughter cried, but it was only on her third inhale that her mother registered it with fright and turned to scoop her up.
Alaice pressed her to her breast, icy cold. Alyna didn't seem to mind. In the stillness of the night, she was still a babe — not an apparition to be feared or an inevitability to supress.
"I can't tell you if evil is born or made," she recalled the witch telling her. They were alone one night, Elandervier having been coaxed by the promise of wine and relatively silent company. But, as she swirled the red in her hooked fingers, she sighed and looked to Alaice in full. Her mouth moved as if she wanted to say something. Instead, she busied herself with her cup.
She wondered what she might have said if she pressed. In truth, maybe it was better she didn't know at all.
Instead, she grounded herself with the feeling of her weight connecting with the wooden floorboards and the way her daughter wriggled in her arms. Alaice soothed her with a coo and a kiss to the crown of her head, straying to the window were dried lavender was plucked from the vase and offered as peacekeeping.
She had no way of knowing the horrors of the world. In this moment, she was safe.
That had to be good enough.
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allthegothihopgirls · 2 months
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i really love the gar + kon friendship in titans.
only gar would watch his best friend punch the head right off a guy and shout
"WOO! headshot motherfucker!"
and then as soon as kon turns around, gives him a big smile and a double thumbs up
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