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spn-lesbian · 1 year
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how is Frank Castle one of the least toxic and most trustworthy male characters he’s literally a serial killer
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gayfirefighters · 1 year
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Eddie kissing Buck to shut him up
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cutebbyprincess · 9 months
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not me crying over the buckynat x reader tag 😭😩
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bayoucurse · 2 years
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i lost the journal i kept during my trip to europe and im about 2 seconds away from crying
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god-of-this-new-blog · 8 months
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“‘Cause if it gets you through the night. Well then hey, hey it’s your night, and that’s your right, it ain’t my business” — The Paper Chase
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nach0 · 10 months
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I wanna be a dead kid, with my friends Dead kids, home again
having iris thoughts in the tune of Dead Girls by penelope scott
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taeiun · 2 months
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it’s so over
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hugallurfriends · 3 months
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My brain needs to shut up
I’m tired
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capn-twitchery · 6 months
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Okay I'm super interested in whatever is going on here, WHAT fandom/media thing is this project based off of? I thought it was just a side thing you're doing at first but now I'm like ???
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good evening isa welcome to the blog >:3c
this post will explain it far better than i can, but in short:
fallen london! it's a free browser text game (i think i'd describe it like a way more advanced choose your own adventure book?) set in an alternate reality, incredibly strange victorian london that suddenly finds itself underground. because a swarm of bats put it there
it's a bit gothic, a bit horror, a bit funny, incredibly well written, and so much lore i'm still trying to figure out, but it has some really unique + interesting worldbuilding that i am having a BLAST with
if you like that kinda thing i'd 1000% recommend it!! the video games in the same world (sunless seas & sunless skies) are also WELL worth your while (and a bit less grindy than the browser game)
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cora2ons · 4 months
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here's a plotting call! we're here to invest!!
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spn-lesbian · 1 year
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I feel like there should’ve been a scene where Eileen and Cas are having a conversation and laughing and it cuts to Sam and Dean looking at them with the most lovey dovey expressions known to man kind
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nerissalmao · 3 months
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Dolores’s Villain Song
Hey friends! So. I did a thing. A thing called I STAYED UP UNTIL FIVE AM AND RECALLED THOSE MEME POSTS BEING ALL LIKE “the kids are the villain in Encanto!” “The trees are the villain in Encanto!” “Encanto is the villain in Encanto!!” and it got me thinking. I then fell asleep and proceeded to have a dream in which Dolores was the villain of Encanto. Yeah yeah I know, MatPat did a theory that some people thought was bonkers ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶m̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶l̶o̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶s̶e̶n̶s̶e̶ so yeahhhh. I can’t just let this slide, so here! Have a bogus Encanto AU!
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Basically, the movie, but throughout the film more focus is shown on Dolores’s expressions and stuff. She’s as she usually is, but seems more easily annoyed, and whenever Mariano is brought up she seems to literally despair, but it’s implied Abuela doesn’t want her to be loud and literally just wants her to be the listening ear (you can like see her glaring at Dolores after she spills at the family argument lmao) and then things go to crap. Isabela and Mirabel see Abuela coming near after “What Else Can I Do?” and they rush outside, trying to get away from her, and the family dramatically crowds around the two. Isabela is genuinely terrified of Abuela. Well, everyone goes outside but Dolores, whose gift in this AU is more than just hearing but has to do with absorbing sound waves as a hall..
TRANSCRIPT TIME BABY WHOOOOO! Mirabel’s yelling about how Isa doesn’t wanna marry Mariano and then and then—
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ABUELA, from outside: But look at Mariano! He’ll be just so perfect for you, Isabela! Perfection or no perfection isn’t he just wonderful?! He loves you, Isabela! Are you seriously going to leave the poor boy on his own?! [Dolores is inside, near the door as she’d tried to head out, but she hears Mariano’s name and flinches, backing away and giving a glimpse to the candle, which is still exceptionally bright from Isabela and Mirabel’s hug. She pulls her hair down from its bun and sneaks from the hall into Isabela’s room. She finds a purple flowery dress and slips behind a flowery changing screen and comes out, spinning, wearing the dress. It doesn’t fit her very well and she itches at it.]
DOLORES in a high voice, mimicking Isabela: Yes, Mariano, aren’t I just beautiful and perfect and graceful? I grow cacti, I grow flowers and.. well, just forget about Dolores. She wishes she were as perfect as me—
[Dolores trips over her feet as she tries to prance and falls face-first into some flowers.] DOLORES: Ugh, ¡¿por qué?!
[She stands and heads outside the hall, itching again at the flowers and grumbling under her breath.]
ISABELA, muffled: But Abuela—
ABUELA: Isabela, please..
[Dolores’s eyes widen, and she seems to crumple in on herself as their words become unintelligible. She rushes to her room and sits on her bed. She starts to cry. The camera moves up to a small photo of her; her room is full of instruments and part-soundproofed areas, but she obviously can’t unhear Abuela still so adamant Isabela should marry Mariano. The photo frame shows her as a young girl next to Abuela during her gift ceremony, but she looks worried as her hand presses to her ear. A flashback sequence starts, showing a younger Dolores at the dinner table. She reacts to a noise nobody else can hear and flinches.]
YOUNG DOLORES: Abuela, my ears hurt! I keep hearing so many things from around town and I can’t turn it off! Kids are yelling. It’s so loud!
ABUELA: Don’t worry, Dolores. It may be bad for now, but just think! Your gift will be helping our family.
[Flash back to the present. The muffled sounds of people talking grow louder and Dolores stuffs her hands to her ears, still crying. She mouths the words “shut up” over and over again, but no sound comes out. An instrumental plays— it’s a reprise of “What Else Can I Do?” but it’s sadder, yet somehow sinister. Dolores slowly stands and steps towards the picture, moving her hands to wipe her tears away.]
DOLORES, singing:
Never do the unexpected
Stand up straight, stick it through
Uphold the family that wants you to hear it all and never asked you..
What else do you want to do?
[Dolores walks outside her room and paces around the halls, her head downcast.]
Bury weakness that exposes
You can hear things as far as a mile
Doesn’t anyone think I don’t wanna hear
Everything going on while
I must support the family, act like I’m okay, listen while he says she’s perfect
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I can hear, you’re hard on them all, but I feel like I can’t even speak
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m not something who’s feelings you forget
What if I’m done with your games?
I’ll go my own way
[DOLORES walks out downstairs and sees the petals Isabela made all over the floor. She tosses them in the air and mimics her cousin again.]
A hurricane of jacarandas
Strangling figs
Hanging vines
Isa, I love you, but have you ever asked what I think?
It’s cold in your shadow
[She picks up a flower petal.]
When you neglect a flower, it will wilt away
Until all of its colors have drained away
If you know that, why don’t you know cousins are the same?
Don’t want to be your amiga if you don’t care
Oh, Bruno said he’d only love you!
[Dolores punches the petal and it breaks in her hand. She slams it down and rushes to Julieta’s kitchen, and starts to hack at the flowers on her dress with a cutting knife]
You are no prized, precious flower
Tried to hide my sorrow but it will erupt
Yeah, you’re a rose with thorns
That’s great, but I too can shine
I can shine!
[As she holds the high note on “shine”, she throws down the scissors and the camera quickly moves to Dolores’s door, which suddenly shifts, as the sound waves that are depicted going towards her move so that they’re coming from her, her hands turning outward as if she’s directly sending out the sound. Dolores doesn’t notice, and meanwhile slams her foot down. A sound wave seems to come from her, rattling the floor boards. Pan to outside, where the Madrigal family looks around.]
MIRABEL: What was that sound?
[The music pauses and Dolores looks down, a bit confused. She nervously plays with her hair, wondering if she really did that. She backs away and memories of Dolores’s past in the movie and in her childhood play over the screen briefly: a scene of her hearing other kids talk about her being weird as a child, her having to listen to Mariano say he wants five babies with Isabela, her hearing Bruno in the walls and refusing to tell anyone as his prediction for her echoes in her mind. She hears the family members outside discussing the sound and dashes to a previously-unseen sunroom in the Casa, slowly smiling. The music starts again, now actively sinister and no longer resembling the original song, more distorted now.]
DOLORES, singing again. her voice not quiet as it was before but much louder:
A quiet world, I can be secluded
I’ll be the one everyone has to listen to
(I’ve weaponized my curse)
My life is mine to do with as I choose
And I don’t have to hear all of you!
(Any of you-ooh-ooh)
[A sound wave comes directly from her, so loud it rattles the floor. Casita attempts to fix things and rattles back, the windows shaking as they put up the covers from the light so they won’t crack, casting Dolores in mostly darkness.]
What could they possibly expect was going to happen when they made me be quiet?
They never cared when things got too loud for me
I just wanted someone to turn it down
[A brief crescendo as the music changes.]
Turn it down..
[Another sound wave leaves her body, breaking the ground beneath her, and she rushes out and faces the candle head on.]
I have a mama who’s gift is a curse
I have a cousin who was lost without a gift
I have an Abuela who weaponizes us all
What could I do to fix this?
Oh, what could I do?
(What else can I do? What else can I do? What else, what else..)
[As the background words of her voice slowly get louder, the candle flickers.. as if in fear, and another sound wave comes out. Pan out to the Madrigal family. Mirabel covers her ears, Isabela rushes towards the door, and Luisa nervously mutters to herself. Pepa tries to use her mantra of “clear skies” to calm down.]
You’re weak and
You’re helpless
To stop me destroying you
(You aren’t even a miracle, all you do is ruin lives, my power was a curse all my life)
My power’s made anew
[As Isabela flings open the door, another sound wave comes out, so loud it practically makes the screen flicker breaking the fourth wall. As it goes out her dress flickers around her and changes to her colors— red, pale orange, and flickers with sparkling sound wave designs.]
What else can I do?!
[Isabela rushes over and the music slows down. The song ends just as the candle flickers and goes out, and the candle falls down. Abuela runs in and sees it, and Casita starts to crumble. Dolores laughs.]
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Do not ask what happens next. Figure it out for yourself because this was a midnight thing yk and a wacky dream. Do with this AU what you will and thanks for putting up with me (but seriously Abuela was toxic and I think it could have benefited the movie to show the very realistic resentment at least one of the kids would have for Abuela so fite me on this)
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furoruisa · 2 years
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Speckle literally frightening Figgy for life wasn't in my bingo card
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n0vembrs · 10 months
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heyyy, tiny update. i've been anxious through the roof all week and it's not really looking up. trying to figure out school & work things so writing isn't coming to me, but i'm still lurking on the dash from time to time! feel free to send memes in the meantime or add me on discord: @/ eeeesa
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poein · 6 months
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i was wearing my light blue suit with a dark blue shirt and tie, black socks and shoes. i was a nice, clean, well−dressed private detective. [ . . . ] while i was studying the picture, a door opened. it was a girl. she was about twenty, small but tough−looking. her golden hair was cut short, and she looked at me with cold grey eyes. when she smiled, i saw little sharp white teeth. her face was white, too, and she didn't look healthy. " tall, aren't you ? " she said. " i apologize for growing. " she looked surprised. she was thinking. i could see that thinking was difficult for her. " handsome, too, " she said. she bit her lip and half−closed her eyes. she waited to see what effect that had on me. when i did nothing, she asked, " who are you ? " " i'm a detective. " " what ? " " you heard me. " " i don't believe you. " she giggled suddenly, and put her thumb in her mouth like a baby. " you're so tall, " she said.
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i just want to let you all know there will never be a day when i am not obsessed with oscar isaac hernandez estrada.
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