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#im just SO EXCITED
utenixx · 3 months
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My Ganyu multi-weapon mastery headcanon is REEAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!
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criminalizegolf · 4 months
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Btw in case anybody else cares about hockey: EVERY Professional Women's Hockey League game is gonna be live streamed free on their YouTube channel
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horridcassette · 3 months
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we're going to have a third official live album!!!
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niconebula · 1 year
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OK I REALLY GOTTA UNLOAD MY THOUGHTS ON THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS:
The Collector is building the Boiling Isles Titan in the snow, King's father. This is the one person that they want most to talk to after all that's happened to them.
I think we can assume that they had some kind of close relationship at some point for Colly to be seeking comfort in his presence, like a replacement father figure. Things were not always so bad.
The likelihood that they knew each other personally has so many unfortunate implications now!
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Take the mysterious Titan-shaped man from the last episode that was trying to catch Luz's attention for instance. He was just running around out of breath. Is this more evidence that this is The Titan, and he has information (or advice?) to give to Luz before she confronts the Collector? Perhaps to not repeat his mistakes that lead him to imprisoning the Collector.
My sad theory is that he is stuck in this limbo trying to find and make contact with the Collector. But after thousands of years of searching, never found him and never got the chance to apologize. To at least keep them company in their prison cell and tell a few bedtime stories to calm a scared child.
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My idea has always been that the Titan intended to spare the Collector from the fate of the others in some way; hoping that one day the son he left behind would mature and be able to reconcile with the Collector once it was safe to do so. They could at least have each other once the Titan passed.
One of my friends Romeo (@kindestegg) made the astute observation that these mysterious orbs behind the Collector all have faces and some of them, visible moon symbols. Incredibly similar to the disk in which the Collector was imprisoned, except all shattered and places in spheres instead. Could this be their graveyard? Maybe this was the only way to permanently 'kill' these immortal creatures. But sparing the one child, the Titan opted for what was meant to be a temporary holding cell. Maybe he didn't even know he would die, and the Collector retaliated - accidentally imprisoning them both now with no way for the Titan to undo what he did.
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This makes the dynamic between the Collector and Belos infinitely sadder on Colly's side. A reminder that this is a child looking for a guiding adult figure and still missing what could have been his previous guardian. Doing anything to impress and not lose the next 'father' they could attach themselves to, and becoming incredibly easy to exploit in the process. It's a shame that their situation with Belos isn't discussed more within the fandom, because the abuses going on here were very much on level with the Golden Guards.
The parallel is extended with Belos' claims of getting orders directly from the Titan, being his living prophet in a way similar to the replacement of the Titan he was to the Collector.
Ultimately, I think the episode will expand on this greatly as both another connection for King and the Collector to reconcile over, and the catalyst for gaining the Collector's help in defeating Belos. If Belos wants to possess the corpse of the Titan and desecrate the entire Isles and therefore destroy his body, I think the Collector might take an issue with that.
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OUR FRIEND JONATHAN IS GOING ON A FUN LITTLE ROAD TRIP TODAY
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cupidthewriter · 7 months
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im seeing fnaf today im seeing fnaf today-
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starrspice · 1 year
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What’s your theory on DCA’s role in Ruin? The trailer made them out to look kinda friendly, but I could be projecting.
I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO THEORIZE WHAT THEIR ROLE IS
I'm too caught up in how I accidentally predicted a handful of elements of their design without even meaning to
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finding my balance: a memoir (2003) - mariel hemingway
“it is Goat Day”
BITCHES BLEED OUT RELEASED!!!! ITS OUT!!!!
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woolpines · 8 months
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im having a hard time deciding on which game to start working and recording on 😭 on one hand, i want to build my sim's house in ts4 and get started on the challenge i wanna do, but on the other hand, after seeing finley from @hiddenspriings, i now want to go into the ts3 save i set up previously for youtube and start working on remodeling the house since i already prepared the world and such and adjust the sim im gonna play as or make a spouse, etc
also seeing ts3 running on a 240 hz screen is so crazy cause its extremely smooth and so pretty
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taavisplushies · 1 year
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it seems like most of you will be fine with me occasionally posting a dog plush! (i know there’s still time left to vote but i doubt the results will drastically change!)
i’m really glad that you guys are open to seeing photos of him! i’m so excited to meet him and share him with you!
here’s a doodle of what he looks like ⬇️
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i’ve decided that his name will be Buddy :) I’m super duper excited for him to come home!! I had a plush like this as a kid but my dad threw it away, so when i saw the same kind of plush online i remembered all the good times with mine and knew i had to get a replacement!!!!
im sorry for rambling on and on but i just can’t contain my excitement!!!!! im really hoping he gets delivered this week….
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I got to sit in the sunshine and eat ice cream today. I walked without an aid. I hiked a mile. I had a seizure, but you know what? I proved to myself that I can still do my favorite things and that I'm getting better
I fucking love the woods.
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wrathful-reptile · 25 days
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give me the fuckin dodgeball. I'm calling the shots now
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howlinghound11 · 1 year
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I got so excited by the birthday festivity that i couldn't help but draw a little Wally!
There's just so much love going around! I'm so happy! And once again Happy Birthday Clown! 💙💜❤💕🎉🎉
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i’m so utterly excited to hear the first track from The Tortured Poets Department and have that moment of realising what the vibe of a totally brand new album is - thinking about it genuinely gives mes goosebumps🤍
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lowetyde · 1 year
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@theseasbelongtome​ :: continued from HERE.
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marlowe had learned to find comfort in solitude. in fact, he basked in the feeling of emptiness that eternally encapsulated his pitiful frame. it was much preferred this way. merfolk were not creatures that craved companionship; they did not require one another’s soft touch or sweet words to thrive in the ocean’s algid belly. carnage was their vice. supple skin being torn from bone, shredded by the knife-points of merciless fangs. the sweet nectar that was hot blood settling atop the tongue before sliding down down down a welcoming throat. screams, cries, agony filling one’s ears whilst thick flesh filled the pit of their ever-hungry stomach. this was a merfolk’s only wanting. this was marlowe’s desperate need.
unceremoniously pushed to the outskirts of the lagoon, the small corner he called his had grown much too familiar in the last weeks. his true home, however, has been built in ianthe’s shadow, allowing it cover him like a warm blanket in the otherwise frigid waters. but the sovereign did not need him in the ways he did her, and she would periodically disappear on whatever whims pleased her. ianthe was perfect, forged with the strength of crushing waves and beauty of the ocean’s hypnotic tides. yet for whatever reason, she seemed to entertain marlowe’s constant accompaniment, allowing him to use her has a shield against all that posed a threat against the poor fellow. without her—having only on his own words and whit to get by—the merman often resorted to hiding from the cruelty that lived deep within never’s lagoon, curling into as tight a ball as he could, in the darkest corner of his stony shelf, wasting away until she returned to save him from his wallowing.
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this time, though, she’d been gone too long. he’d have bothered to worry about her if not too preoccupied with his own state of being. the beautiful glow of his alabaster skin had faded to lackluster grey. once sparkling scales ( a mixture of blues and greens, similar to scattered seaglass ) dulled with each day, and his fins had begun to wrinkle like wilting petals. sharp ribs and hollowed cheekbones etched shadows into his skin, further accentuating the creature’s already feeble state. marlowe was truly weak and worthless, as nature had intended him to be. not even the shrimp feared his shadow when it passed.
marlowe knew his death was an imminent point in the future of neverland’s story, but so soon ? it felt disappointing. there was much he’d wished to do, so many he’d hoped to conquer. a silver-tongued pirate with misplaced confidence in their eyes. a young girl with hair like raging flames, playing homemaker with those once her enemy. a merfolk gilded in glory, her laughter like wind-chimes that floated along the waves and shredded his ears. he’d wanted their bones to rest beautifully below his, encasing his body in an ivory casket, but, alas, he stood no chance in challenging fate. if death was his destiny, the fellow would welcome it.
then, through the thick fog of despair, a single ray of light finally peeked through. a tremor ran through his spine at the familiar touch entangling itself in his mess of blonde curls. marlowe jolted upright, turning to see her for himself . . . to ensure it was not just some trick played by a dying mind. relief washed over him the moment his eyes of azure met hers of deep violet.     “ ianthe. “
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the sweet solace that came with her presence was quickly pushed aside, though, as was her hand from his hair. his brows wrinkled and tone deepened, looking upon her incredulously.     “ where have you been ? have you any idea what’s gone on whilst you’ve been gallivanting across the seven seas ?! “
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prettydead · 11 months
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i got an appointment to check out my neck! the day is looking up!
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