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asspinkie · 2 days
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Gale, sheepishly returning a book to Wyll: Sorry, thought this was The ANNALS of Karsus. My mistake.
Gale: An excellent read, though.
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asspinkie · 3 days
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The Devil's Garden 🌹 🩸 will he paint them red?
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asspinkie · 3 days
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oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.
phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?
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asspinkie · 5 days
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Hey bestie, can you do me a favor, can you come over and fuck me nasty? Thank youuuuuu <3
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asspinkie · 6 days
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Saw someone complain once about Astarion's reaction when you lose your magic to the Susur blossoms ("Uh, can you get it back? I don't travel with you for your personality you know") and it was kinda funny bc they were like "I thought he'd be nicer/less teasing about it if you're romancing him :("
Skill issue. I'm sitting over here giggling and kicking my feet over how much of a mean little bitch he is.
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asspinkie · 6 days
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“he would not say that” okay. maybe not to you.
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asspinkie · 6 days
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I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
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*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
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asspinkie · 6 days
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raph babygirl why are you lying to yourself
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asspinkie · 6 days
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love karlach's cunty commentary anytime you bring her along to see gortash or raphael. zero tolerance queen
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asspinkie · 6 days
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people wanting men to wear crop tops and then being grossed out at happy trails. you fool thats the point of men wearing crop tops
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asspinkie · 6 days
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still wildly entertained by the location of cazador's palace. like. he's centuries old yet hasn't made enough to spring for a place in the upper city. honestly so embarrassing for him to be immortal and broke
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asspinkie · 6 days
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As Gortash's head hits the stone floor of his office he knows he is not getting up again. His head rings from the impact, but even with the noise filling up his head he can still hear his opponents voices.
A foot comes down on his chest. He doesn't see it clearly with how his vision is swimming, but he knows it. It has been there before, both similarly to how it is now and welcome.
"Kill him!" he hears. Karlach. The anger in her voice fills the room.
"Not yet," that all-to-familliar voice speaks. "I need to ask him one thing first."
Gortash blinks, his blurred vision focusing on the one over him. The one he had missed. His favourite assassin.
"Tell me, Gortash," they say, and it feels like all those years ago long before all of this started with how they spit rather than purr his name. "When I dissappeared, did you search for me? Or was I another thing you could cast aside, like Karlach was?"
He looks at them, up their leg, up their form, to their eyes burning into him. A memory of being in the same position, but then they smiled at him with both confidence and lust.
"No," he says, and he hates how his voice comes out. Weak. Powerless. "Karlach I gave, but you?"
He lifts his hand, slowly, as he had done all those years before. His fingers reach their leg, his fingers gently grazing the back of it before cupping the muscle of their calve.
Last time he had kissed them. He wonders if they will remember that in his last moments.
"You, I lost."
An eternity. A moment. His vision still dances, and the boot leaves his chest.
He watches as they walk away, the last thing he sees before Karlach's weapon comes down.
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asspinkie · 6 days
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dj shart is cool BUT i'm such a shadowcurse hater that i'll never do it.
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asspinkie · 7 days
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i write poetry about my best friend and she does paintings of me. what is art if not the original expression of love
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asspinkie · 9 days
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Years resisting this screenshot redraw and I finally caved
(The Princess Mononoke one)
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asspinkie · 9 days
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asspinkie · 9 days
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reading my own fanfiction over and over again because nobody is in my head the same way i am
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