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dollyreblogs · 2 days ago
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Okay so Lexi makes a life-like robot of Maya but back when she was Brute and has a remote controller so she can essentially play as herself and for a while, it makes her feel better. But then as she watches the robot play, she realizes that it's really just sad: She's sitting in pity watching what used to be her in all her glory and trying to recreate the moment.
The one thing that Maya struggles with is that one day she will get her strength back but...it's been 4 years with no improvements or break throughs for her condition. At least she has a sweet little brother to make things a bit bearable for her.
"You know...I still think you're great."
"...Thanks Beni..."
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eyrieofsynapses · 4 days ago
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME WE HAVE A GODDAMN TRAILER FOR REDEMPTION?!!!!!
WE HAVE! A TRAILER!!!
AND THERE IS A FUCKING DAMMIT HARDISON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Y’ALL I’M DYIN’ I CAN’T--HOLY SHIT IT’S IN THREE MONTHS HOLY SHIT
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warwrecked · 5 days ago
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                    Wrecker   hardly   moved.   it   was   strange   to   see   such   a   gentle   giant   out   of   energy.   The   man   was   exhausted,   worn   out,   and   in   pain.   It   was   a   pain   that   he   didn’t   share   with   the   others.   No   need   for   them   to   worry   about   him   than   they   already   have   been.   If   he   didn’t   save   Hunter   he   wouldn’t   be   in   this   situation.   Worse   than   that,   If   he   didn’t   save   Hunter,   they   would   have   lost   a   brother.   
               The   right   choice   was   made   in   his   mind.
               A   hiss   as   the   door   opened,   Wrecker   not   turning   around   to   face   the   person.   He   knew   it   was   one   of   the   others,   which   one,   he   couldn’t   tell   just   yet.   He   kept   himself   focused   on   the   memory,   the   surge   of   white   hot   on   his   face,   the   strength   that   it   took   to   pull   him   and   Hunter   back   up   and   ignore   the   heat   on   his   face.
               Wrecker   physically   winced,   “   I   told   ya,   I’m   not   very   hungry-   ”   voice   was   quick   to   stop   as   soon   as   he   laid   eye   on   the   other   behind   him.   Hunter.
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            “   Oh...   ”   he   paused   for   a   second,   “   Do   ya   need   my   hand   for   somethin’?   ”
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deepend-swimmer · 7 days ago
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WE GOT A DON CHEADLE BIT????????
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alexandriacarey · 12 days ago
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It's very lesbophobic that I'm dying of stress because of college on lesbian visibility day
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imgelem · 14 days ago
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The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Mäki (Juho Kuosmanen, 2016)
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imgelem · 15 days ago
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The Happiest Day in the Life of Olli Mäki (Juho Kuosmanen, 2016)
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grievouslyxorvia · 18 days ago
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I am so, SO happy that I had no idea that the CúNobu’s... are just Cu’s VA going ‘nobu NOBU!’ in various goofy voices
I am OFFICIALLY deceased, goodbye my friends, I can no longer function, I’m in TEARS of MIRTH....
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purrble · 21 days ago
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WAS IN A COUPLE MATCHES QITH SOME PEOPLE AND THEN QE ENDED UP SQUID PARTYIMG FOR LOKE FOUR MATCHES I TOOK SO MANY SCREEMSHOTS 9VE BEEN LAUGHING THIS WHOLE TIME
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apoemaday · 21 days ago
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The Happiest Day
by Linda Pastan
It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are broken. My mother and father still hovered in the background, part of the scenery like the houses I had grown up in, and if they would be torn down later that was something I knew but didn’t believe. Our children were asleep or playing, the youngest as new as the new smell of the lilacs, and how could I have guessed their roots were shallow and would be easily transplanted. I didn’t even guess that I was happy. The small irritations that are like salt on melon were what I dwelt on, though in truth they simply made the fruit taste sweeter. So we sat on the porch in the cool morning, sipping hot coffee. Behind the news of the day— strikes and small wars, a fire somewhere— I could see the top of your dark head and thought not of public conflagrations but of how it would feel on my bare shoulder. If someone could stop the camera then… if someone could only stop the camera and ask me: are you happy? Perhaps I would have noticed how the morning shone in the reflected color of lilac. Yes, I might have said and offered a steaming cup of coffee.
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