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#this is not fine
tys-kitty · 13 days
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Not Cassie casually confirming on a random Wednesday that Kit and Ty are both totally aware of their romantic feelings for each other and that they will be on a road trip together in TWP
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thebibliosphere · 7 months
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I woke up with a migraine 🙃.
This is fine.
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1-8oo-wtfbro · 11 months
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top 10 ten comic scenes that make me wanna fUCKING CRY MY EYES OUT
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mugiwarafan · 8 months
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I TAKE IT BACK ODA I DON'T ACTUALLY WANT TO SEE A KUMA FLASHBACK
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macmanx · 1 month
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mood
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gallade-x-treme · 5 months
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"IT'S ONE THING WHEN I'M DRUNK BUT A CHILD????? NATIONAL EMERGENCY 😱"
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borathae · 6 months
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*with tears in my eyes* this is fine
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awkwardsapphic · 1 year
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Okay I'm super not good to write my feelings done and even less to analyze stuff.
Like I don't even know what to say ! I've my screen black because I can't even close the episode. The worst thing is that I knew something like that was going to happen but this is-
Ruby AND Jaune crying, both of them in a breakdown they were the most joyfull characters this is not fine.
How are we supposed to wait one week, can someone tell me how ?? Ruby is alone in the ever after with a Neo trying to kill her she CAN'T EVEN USE HER WEAPON
Oh god
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themeridian · 5 months
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guess who just slept for 11 hours because im sick AGAIN
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iguinn · 8 months
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were such a nervous animal sometimes and we will literally hold onto one thing to keep us happy and sane and by that we mean once our ffxiv subscription runs out and we cant see the ilberrys on a regular basis anymore we will probably be very suicidal cause like brain works bad. so heads up.
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thebibliosphere · 2 years
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I have another migraine.
This is fine.
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galaxicide · 8 months
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[ BACK ]:          sender rests a gentle hand against the receiver’s back, silently checking in on them. / okay but... a dream mayb...
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@alootus
There she was again, the sad looking spectre that haunted his dreams like a benevolent angel, year upon year since childhood. She never spoke to him, only ever sat and looked at him with her same sorrowful smile. Ben assumed that she couldn't talk or perhaps whatever she had to say might pain her further. It didn't really matter. The woman's presence brought him a strange sense of comfort that oddly enough reminded him of an entirely different woman.
...his mother.
How long had it been since he last saw Leia? Years. Did she think about him? Mourn him? Did she still smell the same? Smile the same? Did she smile at all? As quickly as the thoughts of his mother's face ghosted their way through the ocean of cracked dark barriers in his mind, he banished them and endeavoured to drown any idea of Leia back into his well of memories.
Leia was of the light, he of the dark. There would never be a bond between them again...maybe there never had been. The thought filled him with profound sadness, which quickly turned to anger, as it often did. Had he truly been such an unlovable child? Rage filled his every nerve and boiled in his veins until it was ready to burst in a supernova fashion. But then she was there, still there, his sweet ghost of a lady, her hand resting upon his back in that loving way. For a swift second, he could believe it was Leia. That his mother had come for him as if she were only late to pick him up from his lesson, her smil--
No. Scum of the light. She will not weaken you any further.
As he pushed the soothing touch of his ghost away and sought out the ache of consciousness, he thought she whispered that name, the one given to the old him, the dead one named Ben Solo. Her vision turned to dust, and he awoke again, still lost, still in the dark. Right where he belonged.
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overlyimmersed · 9 months
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Can I talk about something kinda off the wall for me?
Like I know I mostly talk about Seven Deadly Sins these days, I'm all about analyzing those Fairies. And every so often there's some Kingdom Hearts sprinkled in.
But another thing that I've always really liked is Code Lyoko.
And there's one thing about that show that just really pisses me off. And this is another reason it's a deviation from my usual sort of posts, I almost always talk in universe. I talk about characters and canon and rarely ever meta things like the creators and voice actors as people. This is not an in universe problem.
See, I'm really sensitive to voices. I can always catch when one character sounds like another from something else and I kinda pride myself on picking that up. That reason that's troublesome with Code Lyoko is because of two of the main cast share a VA.
The character Jeremy Belpois is voiced by Sharon Mann. And in the first season she does a sort of stereotypical voice for him, it's nerdy, he sounds a little congested, that sort of thing. And it's good. I think it's good, I like that voice for him, it suits him. But she changed it later. She wanted to shift away from the stereotype so she dropped the congested sound and his voice comes out a little higher pitched.
Why is this a big problem? It's not just cuz I liked the first one better. There's a real reason and that reason is
Aelita.
See Sharon Mann also voices Aelita, and when she changed Jeremy's voice it made the two sound way too similar. Which is very annoying because the two are romantic interests and frequently speak to each other. Sometimes half the freaking episode is them talking to each other! They need to sound different!
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abyssruler · 2 years
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fucking devastated. absolutely inconsolable. i MISSED THE GODDAMN LIVESTREAM. the one where LUMINE (lumi!!! finally!!!!) and SCARA host. i am upset.
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bloodofthefates · 1 year
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x. continued from here with @chaoslulled
     Zoya is standing in front of the full length mirror, unchanged in appearance yet feeling like the opposite image the glass provides is nothing but a complete stranger. The sharp features, eyes and hair are all the same; hers. Even the comfort of the blue color of her kefta is the same blanket of security she clings to and yet all she can see is newfound insecurity. Worries, fears and doubts shimmer like the glimmer of light hitting the gilded frame of the ostentatious antique, a mirage of past perceived failures colliding together with possible futures. The weight of the title weighs as heavily over her head as it leadens her tongue, unable to meet Nikolai’s gaze through the proxy of the mirror after she spoke them to life between them. The breeze coming in through the open window of her chambers isn’t enough to sway her from where she remains frozen and transfixed but her gaze travels from the distorted image of herself to the familiar painted boat just at the corner of her room bearing the two star flag forever serving as her tether to rational understanding and to remind her of what she’s constantly fighting for. Or running from. It isn’t the first time ‘Queen’ has been wielded against her, both in mockery and threat but she’s never risen to the provocation. It’s more painful now somehow, a punch to the gut delivered with the soft sweetness of the one person she’d always wished had asked her the very same question. And yet, Zoya feels his question and shower of compliments meant to hail her twist deeper into her stomach like the sting of a sharpened blade. The fact that Nikolai is here in her chambers, the intimacy of the moment juxtaposed against what she knows she can never have, what she’s never earned or deserved as the universe's last laugh. If the Saints did exist, they certainly had a twisted sense of humor and relished her grief and abandonment as their entertainment. When Nikolai finally manages to ensnare her, eyes locking onto hers in the reflection of the mirror for once she awaits his words with baited breath. She hadn’t realized she was holding one in until he posed his question to her, but the need for air forces a heavy sigh from her chest before sucking in another breath to bolster her. There’s something that feels a lot like hope stringing together the wavering words of the current monarch but where his tone lacks his usual assuredness there’s no mistaking the intensity of his gaze. The words ‘perfect’ and queen rattle around in the empty cavern of her chest, where others of royal blood are supposed to possess a bleeding heart for the countries they serve and yet she knows better than anyone else there is nothing left there for her to give. Even to him. Especially to him. “Now I know you’ve lost your mind.” She echoes, the words as hollow as the look in her eyes as she already begins shaking her head.  “I’m no Queen, Nikolai. I’m no ruler. I am barely a General. I’m a soldier, a strategist at best and a liability at worst.” She nearly faltered on the familiarity of his name, losing the strength of her resolve but finding it again with clenched fists at her sides to muster the anger and annoyance that had always served to fuel her. “I’ve told you before, I do nothing sweetly. My leadership is no exception. If it is a nurturing Mother that Ravka needs, I am all wrong. I am the violence of a devastating storm, not the elegant grace of a ballroom.” She snapped, her signature bite finding purchase behind her words once again as she finally wheels on him to face him head on. “I don’t want holidays. I need missions and purpose, I need to fight. Grand dinners, mindless small talk, politicians and balls? That is the role of queens and charmers. That is for people like…you.” Again, Zoya floundered as did her gaze as she looked to the floor where his feet remained planted. Her place was at his side, but as his General. There was no room for girlish romantic fantasies that she could be anything else to him and she had always known he would take a wife. It was his duty to ensure the familial line, to serve his country by providing them a ruling heir and Zoya had always known the day would come when thing between them would change but she would still protect him; serve him and fight alongside him even if she knew there would be a chasm of his absence in the other areas of her life he’d already bled together into. “I can’t be your queen. Or Ravka’s. Maybe you should’ve chosen Alina…”
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mmmthornton · 2 years
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We're not making it out of the schism in American politics-turned-realities huh
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