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this is the video i watch every time im thinking abt pre-time thoschei btw
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jeeaark · 5 months
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I wonder what Greygolds favorite tadpole ability is? Considering that he has not yet absorbed the astral one. Luck of the Far Realms? Force tunnel? Charm? Hehe
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Ahahaha Oh Man, the power of friendship is rotting Greygold's brain enough as it is-
but yeeeeeah, this Tav has NO IDEA what any of those tadpoles abilities do missed out on a LOT OF FUN Had yet to eat a tadpole. Loved collecting them though. Stacked them right next to their pillow. Drove Greygold's own lilttle power-hungry brain-sucker crazy.
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thetragicallynerdy · 2 months
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i am once again drowning in fictional pussy
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verawhisk · 7 months
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heres the next thing im working on!! the idea is that theyre having their own book club meeting and sharing ideas and analyses and what not... and then they lock eyes and realize they want each other so bad LMFAO
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nashvillethotchicken · 4 months
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I wish there were more black people who were into iwtv so I can talk about how Louis's class and race interests intersected
#iwtv#amc iwtv#iwtv 2022#its so crazy cus hes from a rich lightskin family in new orleans#like he says hed be a free man of color (not black) if not for jim crow#the intraracial dynamics of new orleans pre-1970 is so genuinely interesting to me and we never get to really get into them bc louis spends#all his time with white/nonblack people and when he is with his black daughter its different bc theyre so isolated from the great black com#like louis was absolutely in jack n jill as a kid. hed be in a blue vein society. hed be an alpha based off his name alone like#hes the black bourgeois class and its so crazy that people say hes middle class in fanworks like no babe. they had darkskin servants#i think it also stems from people relating blackness to poorness. ldpdl is not poor in any sense of the word#he inherented a literal plantation!!!! but because hes black people downplay his class interests (except for other black people)#yknow who really was poor? lestat! like eating syrup sandwiches with the lights and water cut off by the city poor#and yet people act like he grew up hyper rich in fanworks and its like... thats not what happened#you can talk about how jim crow and white supremacy squashed/manipulated the black elite class in nola while acknowledging louis' class#like they both came into the relationship with money (louis' money might have been shorter than lestats#but they still had money)#ldpdl#like i would even wager that louis family dont even consider themselves black like that#cus blackness is defined by whiteness and since louis spends all his time with white people bc of his business hes treated as and sees him-#self as black in a way that his family isnt. theyre only black when theyre made black if that makes sense#theyre black when white people are around
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xxcherrycherixx · 7 months
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" Blondie believes that she will never fit in. she's no social outcast or anything- but when she compares herself to her friends and classmates she begins to feel like a puzzle piece trying to fit into a jenga tower. so she squeezes and bends and rips herself to fit into any tiny crack she can, she desperately curates a perfect persona hiding everything that doesn't fit the mold she has created for herself.
after a drop in her mental health she starts wandering the forests behind her home at night, she knows its risky to go out so late and especially to a place so dangerous- but that's the point. she would never admit this morbid intention, admitting that's what she's doing is something she never wants to do. shes not that kind of person, she doesn't have those kinds of issues- instead she pretends she just wants to feel the cold breeze on her skin, or admire the peaceful quiet the night brings.
on one of these dark nights she finds a girl, she lay bare and unconscious on the ground, her shallow breathing being the only indication she's even alive. blondie quickly wakes the girl, she's heard the dark news stories of young women who get taken to private locations, assaulted and left for dead by their attackers. when the girl comes to, she looks at blondie with confusion. "can you hear me? are you alright? do you need medical attention?" blondie asks, the girl squints "i can hear you, im fine"
"are you sure? you're laying in the forest naked." the girl looks down at herself and around before letting out a hum " do you know how to get to-" her brows furrow "i need to go back to-" a look of distress washes over her. Blondie raises a brow at the weird behavior "i don't think you're fine, did you bash your head or something?" the girl looks to her with tears in her eyes "i cant remember my home, i don't remember who i am or how i got here" "
During a bout of severe depression, Blondie discovers a strange girl in the forest who claims to have lost her memory. the two team up to try to recover the lost memories and help the lost girl get home, but as they search for any clues, the two grow close. blondie learns to see both life and herself in a different way.
meanwhile as they delve deeper into the mystery things only become more strange, with nonexistent answers and constant dead ends, the lost girl starts to worry she may never know the truth or return home.
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lilaccatholic · 7 months
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how do i do it though. how do i let go of the bitterness and the hardness when they kept me "okay" for so long? does it come when i finally leave? can it ever?
#babes i actually relate to the frigid angry woman more than im comfortable with but this time there's no prince coming to save her and idk#i was never beautiful but i was and am angry and capable and that's served me well but being angry is exhausting#it's a birthright i can't give to a younger sibling. it doesn't transfer.#i dont inspire devotion. there's no version of this that ends with me waltzing with a true love.#im not the type you launch a thousand ships for.#so what's left?#who am i when i have no one? when ive spent my life making *me* less to make others more? when im nothing but a useful piece of furniture.#i know God loves me! i love Him! but it's not the same. i want *people* to love me. i want to be someone that theyd fight for.#im feeling that 'women have minds and hearts but im so lonely' scene from little women 2019 so much right now.#except im not jo. my family loves me but theyd never do for me what jo's would do for her. theyre also all focused on surviving.#i feel like a military ration. there to be consumed but cast aside the moment something more palatable comes around.#how do i become consumed with joy? how do i let go of the cynicism? its all thats kept me safe! but its choking me too.#its like tony stark in iron man 2. the thing thats kept me alive this far is killing me. i need to find an alternative but its looking like#ill have to synthesize a new element to make it happen and that freaks me out.#ive always been derivative. never an individual. how do i become a trailblazer when my job was always to hold the hand of the one blazing#the trail? how do i become myself happy and free?#because i WANT to be more#i WANT to be more than anger and coldness and a useful idiot. i WANT to be me and be so so happy#but i dont know how to get there#and if someone suggests therapy im shooting you. i dont want to listen to one more person pretend to care about me and tell me#all the things i need to change and spend even longer not learning how to think for myself#i want to be more than this. but i also cant stand the thought of taking up any more space than i do#anyway.#anyone who's read all this thank you and i promise im fine im just in my feelings today lol#im going to work out and get some happy brain chemicals flowing and then ill take a shower and itll all be good.#please dont worry about me! im just having A Moment TM#lilac rambles
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captainshorter · 4 months
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The grieve was eating him up alive. Babe ignored Sonic's phone calls, didn't reply to any of the messages that were sent to him. He couldn't, he just couldn't. He couldn't eat, he couldn't cry anymore, he could barely sleep and if he did he dreamt of Charlie, mostly about the crash. And he felt so guilty along with the painful grieve. It was all his fault. If he hadn't offered Charlie up to race for him, Charlie would have never raced and he wouldn't be dead. What is worse, he didn't even say anything nice as his last words, the words 'I'm disappointed in you Charlie' echoed through his mind and Babe suppressed a sob.
Babe was lying on the floor, his phone clenched in his hand. He kept looking at the video of the crash, searching for something that could hint Charlie wasn't dead. But he knew that that was not an option. He had his senses back, if Charlie was still alive he wouldn't have them back. Babe heard a car stop in front of his house, then footsteps made their way towards the frontdoor. When the person also pressed the code to his front door his heart skipped a beat, only a select few had the code to his house, for a second he thought it was Charlie but then the door unlocked and Alan's voice called out his name. "Babe?"
Babe did not respond, in fact Babe curled his knees up more, clenched his phone tighter and tuned out Alan's voice. The worst part about Charlie's accident is that Babe knew it wasn't an accident. Someone set this crash up and Babe knew it was Tony. He had no prove, but he knew it. He also knew that it was because of him. Tony was after Charlie because he knew Babe loved him. Babe wanted revenge but he didn't have the energy to get up. It was like Charlie had taken every part of Babe with him to die and Babe did not know how to live like this.
"Babe?" Alan crouched down beside him, "What are you doing?"
Alan's words sound a bit disrupted like Babe wasn't hearing them clearly. Alan touched Babe's wrist in a gentle way. Babe let him but didn't look at him, his eyes focused on his phone screen, replaying the crash over and over. He couldn't focus on anything else except for Charlie and the the crash and getting revenge even if it cost everything he had.
"Babe, enough," Alan said as he realised what Babe was watching. Alan's hand grabbed Babe's phone trying to take it from him. Babe did not let go.
"That's enough." Alan's other hand gently forced Babe's hand to let go, Babe didn't struggle and let Alan take the phone away.
"Get up and sit down," Alan said as he guided Babe to sit down. Babe felt dazed, like he was not really there in that moment, like maybe he was not real at all. He had felt like that since the hospital, since Charlie's death, but now it felt worse than before. Babe must have shown it on his face or in the way he was sitting because Alan grabbed his neck and called out his name again,
"Babe, Babe be conscious." Babe finally looked up at Alan's face, making eye contact and feeling himself be a bit more grounded. Alan looked relieved and slowly let go of his neck instead resting one hand on his shoulder softly rubbing comforting circles. Babe couldn't look at Alan's face for long and turned his eyes away looking past Alan at the wall.
"I just want to know how this could happen," Babe spoke up, his voice was raspy, "I'm sure it was because of Tony." Babe's sadness had turned into anger, "We were so careful, i don't understand how it could've happened." Alan listened to him carefully and was quiet for a second before he spoke.
"If you want to get revenge for Charlie, get up and do something with your life first," Alan didn't say it harshly, just clearly trying to get through to Babe, "If Charlie found out you were acting like this, would he be happy?" This struck something deep inside Babe. He hadn't thought about that before, he had been so stuck up on his own grieve and guilt. And he knew it was a bit silly but even in death he didn't want to disappoint or make Charlie sad like that. Babe turned his eyes back to Alan, "If you don't want to do anything for yourself, then could you please think about doing it for Charlie?"
Babe could see the sadness in Alan's eyes. It wasn't Alan's own sadness, it was sadness for Babe. If anyone else had looked at Babe like that he would say the were pitying him and Babe would probably have yelled at them or hit them. But not Alan, Alan had always been a person to turn to in hard times and in good times too, just like Way had been. Babe didn't want to think about that traitor.
"I won't do anything until I drag Tony to hell," Babe gritted his teeth.
"I understand, but we don't have any evidence to pinpoint it was Tony." Alan reasoned, it wasn't to contradict Babe only to help him think, "And what's worse than having no evidence, is that it seems like he's infiltrating our team."*
This conversation and his thoughts from before brought up an idea in Babe and he knew what he had to do and how he could start his revenge.
"I know how to get through to him."
*i changed this sentence a bit to what i think would make a bit more sense , i dont understand/speak thai so i cant translate it myself and i completely relied on context, the translation of the episode says "and whats worse than having no evidence, is that it seems he's invisible in our team" (i have an app that can translate audio and that one translates it to "like theyve disappeared into our team")
"there are five stages of grieve, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Well i'd like to add one more; revenge" ~Cruella (2021)
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ccarrot · 10 months
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i think chuuya 'killing' dazai in 109 has been a long time coming. whats the point of making him say "IM REALLY GONNA KILL YOU DAZAI" during every one on his appearances if not to build up to this dramatic ass chapter. But also, the first time he's not in control of himself is the first time that promise held any weight
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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self indulgent got concept.
Ned brings Jon home, Cat hates the boy, everything stays the same... until Robert Baratheon is charging through the halls of Winterfell looking for the babe, ready to butcher the poor thing where he lay helpless in his cradle.
in a matter of moments Catelyn learns three things:
The babe was never a bastard, Ned had only lied to her to protect Jon, and that she would die before she let Robert lay a finger on the babe she'd previously wished death upon.
cue Catelyn Stark snatching Jon from his cradle, holding him, protecting him, loving him as she would her own son, risking it all to keep him safe, all care for herself thrown to the wind.
like they say, what a mother's love holds no bounds, and what it makes her capable of had no limits.
#listen listen listen#I just want Catelyn to love Jon Snow and I don't care what I ahve to do to make it happen#(plus the angst is delicious)#I was rewatching old kids movies and ended up watching ice age and idk why but the mom sacrificing herself for her babe gave me ideas#I just imagine young Cat holding onto the boy she hated and wished death on for being bastard (only to find out he wasn't one) as tightly-#as she could. knowing Robert and his men were coming. knowing they would slaughter the boy in front of her. knwoing she'd wished for this-#and deciding she'd give her own life to protect him if thats what it came to.#and in my mind she jumped from the window of the nursery knowing the halls will be filled with the kings men and leave little chance for-#escape. before fleeing on injured legs to hide the babe and herself knowing Robert would be right behind her. she's in agony. but she'll-#going for the babes sake. she won't stop until her heart is dead in her chest. even if it hurts to move and breath and think he keeps going#maybe she takes a horse and flees wintefell all together. maybe she hides somewhere in/around the castle. maybe Robert catches her?#if she runs with him she'd have nothing but the clothes on her back. she'd have to feed him and keep him warm. she'd have left her own son-#behind. the potential angst and hurt/comfort as Cat misses her own son and learns to love another. feeding him and keeping him warm from-#her own body while she's injured and lost and at the will of the elements of the strange new place she now considered calling home#idk I just think it'd be an interesting concept#there's something about a mother and her child being cornered by 'wolves' (in this case a stag). this has the added spice of Cat and Jon's-#dynamic. just earlier that day she could barely look at him and now she's willing to die for him. the change happened in seconds.#that was a lot of ranting in the tags. oops. anyway...#catelyn stark#jon snow#I love putting these two in harrowing. life altering. and/or traumatic situations so they can finally just be mother and son#I live for the angsty family feels#got#game of thrones#asoiaf
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themyscirah · 6 months
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I love problematic women
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marcmorrigan · 3 months
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once again drawing my OCs half-dressed and draped over each other. as you do
OCs: maive (she/her) | seyva (they/them)
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anarcho-smarmyism · 14 days
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husband just said "my street name is EZ Cracker" 🤣☠️
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gojosprettyprincess · 1 month
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Helloooo aaaaahhhhhhh you write so good thank you for your service😭😭😭 if it's okay can you please make a part two of that dumb bunny drabble? Like the one with the carrot plug where it ended with a cliffhanger and... Yeah the ... Is next 😭😭😭 thank you for your service❤️❤️❤️
Omg im so sorry for taking so long to respond to this💔💔And thank you so much babe I'm glad you liked it! And I'm planning on writing more bunny reader dabbles because i have alottt of ideas but as for part 2 like idk how to continue it unfortunately, like i feel like the cliffhanger was a good ending and a part 2 would be a let down😔
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simptasia · 6 months
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sometimes i see somebody say an actor is ugly and i can't help but wonder if that person has ever been on a bus
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mydr3aminvi0let · 17 days
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i wear a lot of skirts and pink and whatnot as my style has developed with me & my personality but when one of those age regression girlies latch onto me....i do not like that
#like oh....you think im one of them...bestie no im freshly 23 and im happy i made it this far i dont wanna go back#sometimes i hate being 5'2 with a small frame you have to be very careful and kinda vet everyone you interact with#idk there's a complex discussion to be had. i am someone who has went through what they fetishize and i know a lot of girls in that#community have too. so i worry a lot if if my behaviors and preferences accidentally align with that community in ways i don't realize#bc trauma will always reveal itself. idfk. when i was 20 i got in a relationship with a man who was 30 because i misheard him and thought#he was 24. i thought he was okay until we were at this giftshop and he wanted to get me something but as giftshops are super expensive#i mentioned i could fit in childrens clothes and it saves me a lot of money ($60 shoes are $30 for kids) and tbh fit my frame better#so he was “prove it” so i did and mf said “THATS HOT” ??????????? BITCH#my style wasn't even feminine in the slightest at the time 😑 it feels like a curse to have this kind of trauma then never outgrow this body#believe me ik how trauma changes your brain but how#as a woman#can you ever be apart of that community? why do you allow this to continue and not persecute these men for existing?#you're inherently enabling it and saying its okay this happened to you and its okay that other adults can hurt other kids#when my rapist got put in prison i screamed i yelled i sang i danced my friends set off FIREWORKS for me#when he got out i cried more than i ever have. i moved STATES (not the sole rzn but nonetheless) not that i was in the one he was in prison#in anyways but i was so fucking petrified he'd find me again. its embarrassing but i started sleeping with a chastity belt again.#i made more phone calls i ever have in my life to people who have and will get their hands dirty#i understand the self hatred those girls have. i understand the girls who sleep with everyone to take some of their power back.#i even understand the girls who want to get raped if they got assaulted but it never felt like enough for the pain they're experiencing#but please stay the fuck away from me. as someone who has tried to heal and wants every man like that erased from earth.#do not give them an ounce of attention. ostracize them like they're meant to be. leave it to god for their karma they will be dealt with#reckon with your pain and make sure it never happens to anyone else. only the harmed can make the greatest teachers#tbh bro i am disgusted with myself at all that those are the kinda vibes i put out.#what are you supposed to do as a woman when feminity is equalized with infantilism? i think its tone deaf and misguided whem girls are like#i dress this way to contradict societies views!!! babes its a whole cultural issue that requires reviewing and reforming#you are not doing anything revolutionary by wearing frilly skirts and saying im not like them bc they see you and ur automatically boxed in#i dress how i want and say what i want but i know as a individual im not the beacon of a groundbreaking movement#singularily flipping society on its head. dress how you want but be aware of the connotations. you're living in this society here and now#there's consequences that may not be in your favor and youll be assumed to have values that dont align with you and it may break your heart
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