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whump-queen · 6 months
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I’m completely obsessed with like, whumpee forced to stand at attention, forced to hold a position for inspection. whumper grabbing their face, tilting their chin, trailing fingers down their torso, circling them slowly, growling in their ear—
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cloudninetonine · 6 months
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"And well, you know, I really had to start swinging-"
Camp had been relatively quiet when you had first left with Warriors, gathering fire wood from nearby while chatting to pass the time for the small activity as the rest of the group set up for the night. It had been a calmer day, no monsters, only walking and even so you were ready to sleep.
Well, you had been- until you had made it to camp.
Brown hair, blue eyes and an outfit way too goofy for a medieval setting- you know an outsider when you see one. Sitting on a tree stump, slightly sweating from the men with swords pulled surrounding him as he scratches the back of his head nervously.
"H...hey!"
You drop your wood stack. "Is that Sora from fucking Kingdom Hearts?"
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incorrect-hs-quotes · 9 months
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past!golgathasTerror: One day it'll be 2013 and everything will be good
past!golgathasTerror: You fucking liar
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gaypiece · 2 months
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Straw hats as out of context quotes from my notes app
I will not elaborate on any of these
Luffy: I was gonna offer to eat your remains
Zoro: (casually) is that a torso in my back pocket?
Nami: why would you pay extra for walmart
Usopp: (sprinting) you’re supposed to walk in this game!!1!
Sanji: shrimp SLUT
Chopper: aww, it’s like petting a beaver
Robin: you can thank Diane, she just passed away
Franky: little Debbie > full size Debra
Brook: playing an instrument while h!gh is a magical experience
Jinbei: I do not understand butter math
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angeart · 2 months
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thinking about all the horrible, awful things that are going to happen in hmtb in the future <3
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ladythot · 10 months
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The only mere purpose of me becoming an artist is to draw stuff like this
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hellish-cruelty · 2 years
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Season 2, Episode 12: Out to Sea (Season Finale)
"It gets easier. Every day it gets a little easier… But you gotta do it every day — that’s the hard part. But it does get easier."
And then Cut to
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Season 3, Episode 12 : That Went Well (Season Finale)
"I don't know how to be Diane. It doesn't get better and it doesn't get easier. I can't keep lying to myself saying I'm gonna change. I'm poison. I come from poison, I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That's my legacy. I have nothing to show for the life that I'd lived and I have nobody in my life who's better off having me."
Bojack Horseman (parallels)
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transaeneas · 4 months
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dw bro keep talking about your nerdy interests. dont mind me im just biting my lips looking at you lovingly and casually playing with my hair but im listening
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professional-yearner · 6 months
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ACE
Yandere male x F! Autistic! Reader
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TW: taking advantage of nievety and loneliness, murder, family disfunction, people around you believing an abuser over you, rich people, sociopathic and narcissistic behavior, pretending to be someone's friend, taking advantage of the systems you were born into, gut feelings, non-con touching, boners, self isolation due to an abuser, abuser coming back into your life forcibly, manipulation of friends and family, General manipulation, predatory behavior, and break-ins.
General information
Born the middle brother to a family worth millions, having the face if a model, and standing at a good 6'8, Ace is more than savvy in the ways of interpersonal relations.
(He's socially gifted)
Does he actually like any of the people he surrounds himself with? It's up for debate, but ask any of them and he's the best guy you'll ever have the privilege of meeting.
His home life is and was…complicated.
His mother was sweet as pie, if not a bit ditzy, but that's exactly how his father liked it. She was his sweet little trophy wife, content to spend his money and occasionally watch the boys while not asking too much else of him.
His father was near the opposite.
Charming and easygoing to all who met him, Ace's father behind closed doors was a different story.
The man ruled their household with a cold and uncaring grip, but took Ace especially under his wing. 
He taught his middle child how to talk his way out of any situation, to carry himself in a way that made people comfortable.
That was, until he got sick
During the final months of his life and when Ace had turned sixteen, Mr. Landry took only his middle son on a hunting trip into the mountains (on their private land of course)
It all seemed normal to a young Ace, boring even, but he withstood it as always.
Until the last day, when his father ushered him further into the brush, the boy commenting that they were getting close to another family's range when the older man hoisted his rifle, seeming to lock onto his target with a steely precision Ace had never seen.
When the shot fired, he heard the thump that was usual for a fallen deer, but something was… different.
Pushing back the brush, he was stunned to see a man lying face down in the foliage, completely still.
He looked back to his father, who gave him the most honest smile he had ever seen on the old man.
Nothing ever came of it, nobody ever came forward about it, nobody seemed to care what his father had done.
It had been his final lesson, one that Ace took in stride
Only weeks later, after their father's passing, the eldest, Sam, became the head of the house, their mother too distraught over the loss of her the man her life had revolved around for years to do anything but dote on her sons in the way she had been taught
Ace didn't mind too much, he focussed on school and his "friends" until the time he went off to college, finding that much more his speed
College fraternity was a popularity contest, one that he won with close to no effort.
A couple of years into college, he took an interest in nascar
He had always had an interest in sports cars, his first car had been a Porsche 911, and he had recently taken to drag racing his friends, so it was a sort of natural progression.
It was casual at first, but over time and with much enthusiastic encouragement from his buddies, he really started to consider it as a career.
Some expensive schooling and a few entry level races later, he had finally gotten scouted.
After his first discovery, the mix of his seemingly magnetic personality and genuine talent won him sponsor after sponsor until he was racing on live television.
Romantic headcannons + snippet
When Ace met you, he definitely didn't know what to make of you. 
Your eye contact was measured, as if you were counting when to look away and look back. You were pretty, of course, but had some of the strangest interests. And strangest of all, you didn't seem to want anything from him.
Or even really want to be around him.
You didn't look to be uncomfortable with him, but you also didn't go out of your way to find where he was or seek him out to talk again like many of his acquaintances did.
Everyone he's ever known has wanted something from him, so what makes you so special? 
It eats at him to the point he starts seeking you out, eventually befriending you through faking interest in your hobbies and just being his usual charming self.
He ensures that everyone around you loves him too, sweet talking his way into the hearts of your parents, friends, and even coworkers
He's sure that if he digs enough, he'll find exactly what your after
He asks probing questions that are made to sound casual, but they still strike you as strange. 
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"Why do you like (insert interest)?"
"What do you think is my best feature?"
You answer as you usually would, straightforwardly, but at the same time, it almost puts you on edge the way he asks these seemingly innocent questions.
Looking deep into your eyes, a good distance away but so intimately it feels like he's too close for comfort.
You like Ace, you're thankful for such a good friend, but he makes you… nervous.
He doesn't even notice as he begins to lose interest in studying you, as he starts to actually listen to your ramblings, as he starts to become touchier with you, starts to move closer every time you're together.
He can reconcile his attraction to you. Again, you're pretty enough, with an above average body, lovely hair, pretty expressive eyes, kissable lips… nice grabbable hips-
Anyways
He goes for it, one day, putting a hand on your thigh while he's driving the two of you somewhere, pulling over and going in for a kiss and expecting you to lean into him
But you don't 
Instead, you pull your leg away quickly, panicked when you see him coming closer
You are attracted to him, somewhat, but this feels… off.
Confused, he tries again, but this time you push him away, telling him to stop, you don't want to.
He laughs it off at the time, apologizing, but inside he's fuming.
Do you know how rare it is that he go after someone?! And you just threw it back in his face with that stupid adorable pout he's found himself thinking about more and more.
He'll have you. He'll have you running back to him.
It takes you a while to warm up to him again, but he's persistent and measured with his attempts to reconnect once he's gathered himself. 
Soon, you're back to hanging out on a regular basis
But he's different. 
He's still as physically affectionate as ever, but his touches are lingering, like he's trying to get the most out of each passing gesture that he possibly can. He's taken to pulling you onto his lap, pretending not to notice when you try to get up, panicked when you feel him… pressing into you.
He really doesn't seem to like your other friends, he just ignored them before, but now he actively talks down on them, scowling when you bring them up in conversation
And most of all, he stares. Openly. You can always catch him out of the corner of your eye, just gazing at you in a way that makes you feel like you're on the menu.
You try not to notice, Ace is the first friend in a long time that has wanted to spend this much time with you and you do genuinely care for him, but every time he comes around you start to feel sick to your stomach.
No one around you will hear it when you come to them with your plight
"You should feel lucky to have a man like that in your life! If he were my friend I would show some appreciation!"
"Oh, honey, I dont think it's anything like that, I know Ace, he's a good man."
"Have you considered that he might like you? He's a good man, I know you're a little awkward around dating but you should really give him a chance!"
You're so fucking tired of hearing how good a man Ace is.
You try to distance yourself, not replying to his texts or phone calls, especially not the ones offering to hang out.
You hope he'll get busy with work, get a girlfriend, a pet, anything that will keep him and that sick feeling he brings with him away from you.
He reaches out to the people surrounding you for support and you're bombarded with angry and concerned messages from the people you thought you could trust to be on your side.
So you ignore them too, completely isolating yourself 
It works, and you almost feel peace for the first time in months, turning off the TV every time he comes on promoting something and reflecting back on how unhealthy the friendship was. It works for a month.
A month of no connection outside of work. No friends. Nothing outside of going to work, coming home, and going out alone.
Until, on one chilly autumn afternoon, he shows up in front of your apartment.
You called your land lady, frantically asking how he could have gotten past the doors to the complex without a key, heart dropping when she answered sunnily how he had explained that he was your boyfriend, how you had been isolating yourself recently and how he was there to check up on you.
You tried to explain, ignoring his demands to be let in and the banging from the other side of the door, that he was not your boyfriend and that you didn't want him anywhere near you, but she stopped you, 
"Your boyfriend really cares about you, miss (l/n). Self isolating won't fix whatever you're going through. It's obvious he wants to help you, you're lucky he's such a good man."
You hung up, dropping your phone on the carpet as he finally got through, walking in with a couple of your concerned neighbors crowded in the doorway.
He looked down at you, giving you a positively chilling smile, "Sweetheart, I'm so glad you're okay, you had us all so worried!"
He embraced you tightly before you could back away, too tightly. He was angry, but he couldn't show that in front of them. You broke down into sobs, burying your face in the rough material of his jacket, and his grip loosened ever so slightly.
"There we go." He grumbled, sounding almost relieved as a chorus of 'Aww's and happy sighs sounded from the crowd, "There's a good girl."
You found yourself hugging him back, seeking any sort of comfort as he stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
He turned slightly, not letting go of you, "We're all good here folks, thanks for your help, again."
There was some light chatter before they moved on, going back to their apartments.
Ace took your face in his hands firmly, fixing you with a stern expression, "Now, was all that really necessary?"
You shook your head, empty. 
He'd done it, he'd broken you. 
And you had helped him.
You had pushed everyone else out of your life in fear of him and now the comfort and familiarity of his touch seemed like the only thing that could save you.
"You can have it all back." He whispered, face coming closer to yours, "Your family, your friends, your life,"
He smiled, the most genuinely you had ever seen him, "And me."
You hesitated, but nodded slightly, squeaking when he pressed his lips to yours in what felt like a split second, deepening the kiss almost instantly and sending both a pang of fear and a bolt of arousal down your spine at the same time.
To your surprise, after a minute, he pulled away. 
"That can wait, honey. It's time to bring you home, now." He chuckled, hoisting you up into his arms.
You watched from the passenger door as your home got smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, something in you finally giving up and withering away as you slumped against the expensive leather seat.
He reached over, placing a familiar hand on your thigh, a grin tugging at his handsome features when you made no effort to move away from his touch.
"I love you, (Y/n)."
And with a nauseous ache taking hold in your stomach, you knew he meant it.
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ispyspookymansion · 21 days
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I am currently 38 minutes into my first The Passenger (2023) watch so just post monologue outside benson's house and I'd like to thank you from the depths of my heart I need to study Benson not under a microscope but in the way like an academic might dedicate their life to studying one obscure hyper-specific aspect of their field or the way a wizard studies and orb etc etc. Randy is also very neat and I love him so dearly already but Benson what's goin on man
NO EXACTLY benson is so fascinating. my god. hes so complicated and sooooo traumatized and messed up dude just you wait! i like randy a lot too hes got his own things but benson. oh he doesnt want me to crawl in his mind so i want to badly
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brierburrbrito · 1 year
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Was that his heart, pounding in his ears? He didn’t know if he had a heartbeat anymore. It could be the blood pouring down the side of his head. He definitely heard the shouts of the men chasing him through the woods. He didn’t know where he was, but he knew where he didn’t need to be.
Danny struggled to get further away from the guys in white suits that chased after him. He could hear them getting closer. He could tell he was shaking in pure terror that they were so close to catching up and dragging him back to that hellhole to be experimented on again. He wasn’t going to be able to outrun them.
The halfa took a few steadying deep breaths and chose to focus his attention on the threat to his wellbeing. It had been a long time since he’d drawn on his assassins instincts. Growing up with Ra’s Al Ghul as a grandparent had taught him many things. Among them was when a threat needed to be taken out.
He held the gaping wound at his side closed, forcing himself to calm down even as the footsteps and yelling got louder. The men all stood in front of him now, looks of malice and satisfaction on their faces, tempting Danny to punch one of them.
“Don’t come any closer!” He said, taking a step back.
The men didn’t listen, slowly moving forward to surround him.
Left with little other choice, Danny planted his feet firmly on the ground.
And screamed.
The force of his ghostly wail knocked his pursuers down, but he didn’t stop, putting all of the pain he’d felt in the last year into his efforts. The men shouted, gasping in pain as their eardrums blew, and eventually they stopped moving.
He didn’t need to check to know the volume had killed them. As he dropped to his knees, his wail petering out, Danny had one thought on his mind.
‘Please…let it end…’
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HAIM JUST SAID 1989 THEY ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE
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intellectual6666 · 17 days
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I have lost most of my energy to reparcate. You can think whatever you wanna think about me. "You're being rude. Why are you so selfish ? Why don't you adjust ? Why are you being so quiet, you're not like that with your closed ones. Why are you so sensitive to things ? Stop being a crybaby. It's not a big deal. It was just a joke" Yeah you're right, ok, thanks for your opinion.
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barkvsbite · 1 year
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Does anyone else get super weirded out when they de-shift or take off a tail??? Like.....where did my swishy fluffball go.....how will anyone know what im feeling........ my fluffy moodring is gone.........
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borbology · 1 year
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Escargoon isn't mentioned to have a father nor any siblings. What if his mom is a single mom? What if he doesn't have a dad at all? Snail's are hermaphrodites, and they are capable of self-fertilizing if needed. That's why they look exactly the same.
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That's why Meta Knight laughed that one scene in the anime where Sword pointed out that Escargoon and his mom look exactly the same. Meta Knight knew - and it was funny to him for some reason - dirty bastard.
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howifeltabouthim · 2 months
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She was truly frightened at this new deterioration of her mental state, which had already been at the breaking point.
Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle
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