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brooklynislandgirl · 8 months

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BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS. repost, don’t reblog. bold whatever applies. tag whoever you want and feel free to add to the categories. The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

THE SHAPE OF WATER : early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence. isolation. golden age Hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the 30′s. retro-futurism. bloody hand-prints. routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD : a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war. brightly coloured socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches. ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound. being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art. obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST : typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption. behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice. risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abuses of power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges. courtroom battles. suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR : never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches. small square windows. selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry. photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. pallid chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks. reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations. enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI : severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates. nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails. the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse. bashing in windows. the midwest. provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting. chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red. not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DUNKIRK : burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks. assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all. smoke rising from a crash. sea foam. seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. laying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead. the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores. the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good. blocking out the noise. primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT : deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behaviour. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis. a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup. a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD : california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary. battling depression. 90’s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks. not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers. thrift stores. high school. identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs. disappointed parents. catholicism. poverty. busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. teenage anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye makeup. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

TAGGED BY. @void-foxy {by technicality and thank you}

TAGGING. Be fae, steal memes

#Glowing Like the Metal|Dash Games #I'm Gonna Soak Up the Sun|Aesthetics

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qrowings · 8 months

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muse aesthetics | repost don't reblog!

bold what applies to your muse.

tagged by @the-gray-maiden

tagging ummm @clockwork---heart @thorngrown @ofshielding && @aestasrosis (if you've already done this I'm super sorry <3)

#tag games #qrow hcs

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celestebardales · 9 months

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TASK 01:

BASICS Full Name: Celeste Valeria Bardales Gender: Cis Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Romantic Orientation: Panromantic Birthdate: November 13th, 1942 Birthplace: Taos, New Mexico (Raised in Chula Vista, California) Neighborhood: Willowdale Occupation: Mechanic and Crew Leader Ethnic Background: Latina Religious Views: Formerly Catholic Languages Spoken: English and Spanish

PHYSICALITY Face Claim: Melissa Barrera Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Height: 6' Build: Athletic, muscular (practical muscles, not vanity muscle) Tattoos: Two full patchwork sleeves, black and white ink, mostly nothing special just flash tattoos. Piercings: Standard earlobe piercings. Style/Aesthetic: Biker clothes, but also very flowy tops and highrise shorts or jeans. Lots of blacks and oranges and browns. Usual Expression: Resting Bitch Face Distinguishing Features: Thick scar on the left side of her chin from a motorcycle accident when she was in her twenties.

HEALTH & WELLNESS Physical Ailments: Carpal Tunnel in her right wrist. Neurological Conditions: Bipolar Disorder (undiagnosed and untreated) Allergies: None Sleeping Habits: Anything from 2-8 hours of sleep, it just depends on if she can get to bed early and how long she can sleep before some crew member needs something. Exercise Habits: Most of her "exercise" is from work. She will do the occasional workout for fun though. Emotional Stability: Considering her past she's not very stable. Sociability: She's good at faking it. She can make friends in the moment but prefers her quiet time or intimate gatherings to large events. Body Temperature: She runs hot, frequently referred to as a furnace by her partners. Addictions: Adrenaline, alcohol Drug Usage: She enjoys weed fairly frequently but it also an occasional coke user. Alcohol Usage: She's probably an alcoholic but she'd never admit that.

PERSONALITY Positive Traits: Adaptable, Dramatic, Hardworking, Resourceful Negative Traits: Aggressive, Brutal, Dangerous, Moody Goals/Desires: Mainly her goal is to prove herself. Lots of people have doubted her and therefore she's had to prove her worth over and over again. She wants to be able to walk in a room and people fear who she is and not doubt a single word she says. Fears: Failure, Loss of Control Hobbies: Building older model motorcycles Habits: Smoking. Whenever she has a big decision to make she will go to a tattoo parlor and pick a small flash tattoo to get, by the end of the appointment she has to have decided. It's a tradition for her.

FAVORITES Season: Living in California, every season is basically summer so she doesn't have much experience with other seasons. Color: Burgundy Music: Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, the Rolling Stones Movies: Psycho, A Clockwork Orange, Dirty Harry Food: Classic burger and fries Beverage: Dr. Pepper Animal: Snakes

FAMILY Father: Jesse Bardales Mother: Lucia Peña Siblings: None Children: None Pets: An Irish Wolfhound named Nova who wanders around the lot outside the shop scaring the hell out of people who aren't used to her. She's a gentle giant. Family Financial Status: They're lower class on paper, but thanks to the illegal activities they have more than enough money. Relationship: They're no longer in her life for one reason or another.

EXTRAS Astrological Placements: Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon, Virgo Ascendant Enneagram: Type 8 Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Primary Vice: Wrath Primary Virtue: Diligence Element: Fire

#stillwater: task #little girl gone // celeste #none of it is written out but just in case #addiction tw #alcoholism tw #drug use tw

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chubby-aphrodite · 10 months

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I would love to hear about the list of fictional boyfriends bc you're so right about ghirahim

(This is in reference to my tags on this post, which read "#holds him by the neck #theres a reason you dont get to be on my list of fictional boyfriends #its because youre simply too much of a bitch to keep up with.")

THANK YOU.

So like. As you may know, I am aromantic and asexual, but I have a pronounced attraction to many fictional men! I've tried the whole dating thing once or twice, but it kind of makes my stomach flip in same kind of way that you might feel when you accidentally walk into the wrong classroom on the first day of class and you were already really really anxious so you just sit in the bathroom crying for like 20 minutes to try and hold yourself together. That kind of way.

But I like many fictional men in a way that might almost be described as romantic or sexual, but that's the catch with them: they're fictional. I can rotate them in my mind and then put them away because they're some guy someone made up. I also just have eyes that are not immune to aspects of visual design that are supposed to look Good��. I experience some level of aesthetic attraction, it's just that fictional characters can very easily be broken down into aesthetics. Real people kind of... can't.

So, without further ado... here we go.

Now, these aren't in any particular order, they're just in the order I added them. I actually keep a documented list.

Kirin Jindosh (Dishonored 2)

He's snarky and intelligent at the same time. He's a mechanical genius who built his own Clockwork Mansion (which was beautifully executed by the game designers). He built autonomous killer robots with such an attention to aesthetic. He was kicked out of college for causing an accident that's implied to have cost him his left thumb and forefinger, which he proceeded to replace with a ceramic prosthetic that doubles as a smoke pipe. He's tall and lanky and has a rakish charm to him that I just can't resist, and yet I can also see myself punching him directly in the face.

I always go nonlethal in Dishonored games, but doing that to Jindosh in particular fucking broke me. He's an asset to the villain because of his intellect and engineering prowess, so in order to neutralize him without killing him... you essentially lobotomize him. With an electric chair. That he designed himself to use on one of your allies. With the pull of a lever, that's all gone. He wakes up knowing that he used to know things, used to be able to make intricate creations, and realizing that he can't anymore. He's not even mad. He's just... sitting there, confused, with a sedate sadness about him. It literally made me fucking sob for a good five to ten minutes.

I learned a while ago that they had considered including a route where, instead of only having the options to kill him or lobotomize him, you'd just... skedaddle with your captured ally and leave him alone. But, this was cut due to budget constraints. They would've had to record voicelines and make versions of cutscenes for if he was alive and fully himself, but they didn't have the budget for it. I understand... but I'm still mournful of that.

Greed (Fullmental Alchemist, Manga/Brotherhood)

He is a tall man with sharp teeth, a black sleeveless turtleneck, and a cropped vest with a fur lined collar. He's a very interesting character that explores what it means to be "greedy" because the way it manifests through him is that he has a lot of friends and he loves them very much and he is extremely pissed if anything happens to them. He can also transform to have sharper teeth and CLAWS.

I'm very mindful of the version of Greed I talk about, however, because at one point he dies and gets his essence shoved into someone else to create a new Greed. It's just that this "someone else" is a 15 year old and I am Not About That. Had I gotten into FMA while I was still in my middle teens, I may have had a crush on Greedling, but as it stands I'm 22. So! Only the man who has his friends smash his head open for fun to demonstrate his immortality for me, please.

Adam Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

Okay. I'm gonna be real with you on this one. I've never read Frankenstein before. I should at some point. He's tall and stapled together and is described as beautiful and is actually very intelligent (if vindictive and vengeful). But this is entirely based on the fact that I had an erotic dream about him once. I'm not gonna describe it here, but rest assured... I don't know what I'm telling you to rest assuredly about.

Professor Venomous (OK KO)

A man with a penchant for sadism and was made sexy on purpose. He's extremely divorced. He's happily married. He's petty. He's got an even eviler alter ego to go with the fact that he's already evil. He's a whole bastard and a half. He's purple. He's even bisexual. I love him.

Leon (Pokemon Sword and Shield)

He is KIND and he is A LITTLE DUMB AT TIMES and he IS WEARING A TIGHT SPORTS UNIFORM FOR MOST OF THE GAME. He has more depth than some people give him credit for, and has a fun dynamic with Raihan. There's a moment where when you beat him in a battle, his losing animation shows him covering his face with his hat and gritting his teeth and almost shaking, but then he takes his off and he puts on a nice face like "Yeah, that was an awesome battle!" He can't actually be angry when he wants to be angry because he's The Champion (and later the head of the Battle Tower) and everyone has his eyes on him. His hair also looks very pullable.

Saïx (Kingdom Hearts)

So this is kind of an OG fictional boyfriend for me. He was one of the first characters I ever sought out character/reader fics for. If you know me, you know I have a thing for both vampires and werewolves, and Saïx is sort of a diet werewolf. He has a moon motif and can turn more... wild and angry. I like a man who is measured in most of what he does and says, but when he loses it, he fucking LOSES IT. He's also (say it with me now) TALL!

The kicker here is that I've only played two KH games (re:coded and Dream Drop Distance). I was just so sucked in my the fandom as a tween that the men I was interested stayed with me even now.

Qrow Branwen (RWBY)

So, fun fact about this one: before I started watching RWBY, one of my friends pegged me as the sort of person who would be a Qrow Fucker right away. And they were right. He's a conflicted man whose source of pain is himself and how he thinks he makes life worse for everyone around him.

The Assigned Power that he has is literally bad luck. Bad things that happen around or to him that most would just ascribe to simple chance happen with increasing frequency around him. He's afraid he'll get the people he cares about hurt, so he pushes them away to avoid that. Bad things constantly happen to him, so he's driven to drink. He puts on a sarcastic and nonchalant facade about it, but he's just a lonely man whose self loathing is so far up his own ass that he almost actually got people killed because he drank himself into a stupor and couldn't help them.

Punchable, but also a sopping wet cat of a man. It also helps that he's mildly disheveled and a little flirty on purpose.

Guzma (Pokemon Sun and Moon)

YA BOY. Man just likes bugs and wants to give people a place to go. I enjoy imagining what he'd sound like because it's an accent I can actually do. A crusty weirdo with a soft and gooey interior. Very emotive and up front. I like a man with confidence.

Ganondorf (Zelda)

I'd just like to say I was a Ganonfucker before TotK. His original incarnation from Ocarina of Time is LITERALLY out there wearing a skin tight leather leotard, thigh high leather boots, and a tights. His subsequent incarnations also all have very compelling things going for them, too.

Winder Waker Ganondorf had a thought out, sympathetic motivation that became warped by his inescapable lust for power, dooming him. And he has his moms' names printed on his swords, which is adorable. Twilight Princess Ganondorf is genuinely terrifying, resisting his divinely powered execution squad and masterminding a takeover of the very realm meant to be his prison. He also has an excellent design. Shoutout to Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf for also having an excellent design. And finally, his Tears of the Kingdom incarnation combines an also-incredible-design with a very, VERY powerful presence.

I love his very harsh features and also I want to bury my face in his chest.

Sidon (Zelda)

What can I say about him that hasn't already been said? He's kind. He's handsome. He believes in you. He's enormous. He loves his sister. He loves his wife. He loves Link. He's even got sharp teeth.

Side tangent time because I love dumping this on people and if you've read this far you're in for the long haul already: sharks don't really have two dicks like we typically think of them. They have a pair of something called claspers, one of which is left out in the water and the other is inserted into the other shark. The left out one pumps in seawater while the other one expels water and sperm, fastened inside the other shark by the grace of the fact that it can unfurl like an umbrella. Sharks don't have dicks. They have jizz hoses attached to their crotches. I learned this (most of it anyway, the rest was filled in via Wikipedia) in the marine biology class I took in high school because I thought it would be fun and I didn't wanna take normal biology. Thank you for coming to my impromptu lecture on shark dicks.

Axel (Kingdom Hearts)

Axel has much the same story as Saïx with regards to his relation to me. I was into the Kingdom Hearts fandom as a tween and he just stuck with me. I enjoy the fact that he's cool and a bit sassy and I love his friendship with Roxas and Xion. It's nice.

Alucard (Castlevania)

Disclaimer: I've only played one Castlevania game (and it wasn't even a good one) and watched only a few episodes of the show. But by GOD this man is good for me. Tall angsty vampire with long pretty hair and a really cool outfit. Shoutout to Ayami Kojima's art.

Dunban (Xenoblade Chronicles)

Dunban is an incredible man. He lost the use of his right arm entirely due to the god in the sword he was using at the time rejecting him, and yet he still used that sword successfully to defend his home from an onslaught of man-eating robots. A year on from that, he learns to wield a sword one handed in his non-dominant hand, and is just generally a badass.

Tales of his heroism spread far and wide, even to more isolationist corners of the world—enough so that when he visited those isolationist areas, he could leverage his reputation to make people of a much higher societal rank than him listen to him. Essentially, he's talking to the prince of a kingdom, and the prince tells him he can't do something because of X or Y esoteric law relating to the traditions of their people (even though he understands they're odd to outsiders). Dunban, in all his cleverness, essentially just goes "Let's do it anyway because it's the right thing to do, and if anyone gets in trouble we can just say we're weird outsiders who don't know your laws, yeah?" but with better wording and more emotion. At this point, the prince, who is of a long-lived race and is literally five times Dunban's age, essentially yes sir's him.

I also just love his voice. One of his voice lines for one of his abilities is just a really guttural, growly "Dance with me" and I love it.

Grimsley (Pokemon Black and White)

Depressed man in a suit with a vampire-ish appearance. Then has a later appearance where he looks aged by stress. That is all.

Volo (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

Oh fucking BOY I am not normal about this man. He is kind and passionate and has an insatiable hunger for knowledge, but the knowledge he's accumulated has made him seek out the power of a god. A power he can't have. In spite of the stupid Arceus-shaped hair, he manages to have such a gravitas in his final battle. The beady eyes. His casual half-smile turned sinister. The music that plays being a remix of the most feared trainer in Pokemon history, to whom he is implied to be directly related to. The fact that he fucking cheats and pulls out not only a seventh Pokemon, but the fact that that Pokemon pulls a "YOU FOOL, THAT WAS ONLY MY FIRST HEALTH BAR!" The way he goes through Laventon to avoid talking to you again in order to tell you that Giratina wants to help you. The ease with which you can give him spine crushing trauma through a combination of religion and retail. I've literally written a volo/reader fic and am working on another, longer one. I love him.

Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts)

On my journey out of tweenhood and into being a teenager, I became slowly more interested in villains as times went on. Vanitas was one of my first and most powerful instances of that. He's an evil doppelganger to one of the protagonists created out of the darkness in the heart of another. He's cool. He's angry. He's very enjoyable to me.

Consul N (Xenoblade Chronicles 3)

Oh boy, another one I'm incapable of being fucking normal about! I've posted about him at length in other posts, but the general gist of my obsession with this man is... his obsession. His devotion. He's so strongly attached to the one he loves that, after repeatedly having her ripped away from him, he chooses to perpetuate the miserable world that so violently tortured them both on the condition that he could be with her forever. He looses himself in his possessiveness, he wants to believe he's doing it all for her—but deep down, he knows he chose the coward's way out by abandoning his hopes and dreams and choosing to become the boot that keeps the world down rather than topple the system that won't let it rise.

And that's how the story of XC3 starts: his cast of hopes and dreams—and those of the woman he loves—coalesce into a new existence that hasn't suffered the many existences he had—that they both had. And that coalition of their hopes and dreams finally, finally manages to set the world right, after much fighting and suffering and introspection. At one point, he physically and emotionally tortures the embodiment of his hopes and dreams as if to prove to himself that what the way he's been doing things was the only way. But later, his hopes-and-dreams self literally tells him that he's a coward and that he's full of shit. I was so enraptured by this scene that I had to make art of it, of N leaning against the bars of a jail cell as he emotionally tortures his other self, and it became my profile pic.

Commander Isurd (Xenoblade Chronicles 3)

This man is so fucking stressed out that the quest you do to help him be more powerful is trying to find him a way to relax, and there's a scene where he strips and sits in a hot spring. He is a man whose heart is so full of grief that he won't let himself process. I've described his eyebags as harrowing before, because there's no other better word for them. Let him rest. I want to help him rest.

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII)

The disclaimer here is that I've never played a Final Fantasy game, let alone any incarnation of VII, I just find this man fascinating. He has three dads who are all pointing guns at each other and as well as two moms. He was injected with alien DNA in the womb, raised as an orphan, and groomed to be the perfect supersoldier. When he found this out as an adult, he went on a rampage and did a lot of terrible things including trying to explode the world. But before that, he was just kind of a guy put under both a spotlight and a microscope, and all that culminated in incredible violence. Also I like one winged angel.

Grusha (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet)

He's just very pretty and I like his attitude. I'm also intrigued by his implied angsty backstory.

Spyke (Splatoon)

I'm simply a sucker for vaguely mysterious tall men. I don't know why they gave him some kinda cockney accent in the American English localization only, but I'm frankly here for it.

Vash the Stampede (Trigun)

I've also been posting about this one at length. He's a very kind man to the point of accepting personal injury if it means he doesn't have to hurt someone, and it shows. He's goofy as hell. He menaces people into being nice to each other through the force of his (falsely) violent reputation alone. He loves his brother so much, he just wishes he would stop being an asshole. He believes in the human capacity for change. He represses his emotions and puts up a facade so that he doesn't hurt the people around him, even though he tries to push them away anyway. He's tall. He's got some cool alien/monster traits. He's also just cool as hell. He's a mama's boy. He's even into petplay. I love him!

Conclusion

I love all my hims.

#fae answers #cubone-i-guess #long post #fictional boyfriends #i love all my hims

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maestro-of-clockwork · 2 years

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WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS ?

BOLD any which apply to your muse ! remember to REPOST ! feel free to add to the list !

red // orange // yellow // green // blue // purple // pink // beige // fire // ice // water // air // earth // claws // fangs // wings // gold // brass // diamonds // grass // leaves // trees // roses // metal // iron // rust // rain // snow // lace // leather // silk // velvet // denim // cotton // sun // moon // stars // blood // dirt // mud // silver // steel // sugar // salt // pepper // lavender // glass // wood // paper // wool // fur // smoke // ash // cigarettes // cigars // candy // bubbles // ocean // cityscape // bruises // scars // wind // spices // light // dark // paint // lingerie // charcoal // wine // phones // hard liquor // sweat // tears // dust // lips // smiles // bare feet // hats // canine // feline // coffee // tea // books // photos // sketches // analog // digital // clockwork // scratches // petals // thorns // hay // glitter // heat // cold // steam // frost // dewdrops // candle // sword // dagger // arrow // staff // hammer // axe // shield // spikes // sand // rocks // roots // feathers // pearls // rubies // sapphires // emeralds // amethyst // herbs // waves // lightning // sunlight // moonlight // rainbow // money // clay // stone // brick // lions // wolves // black // white // birds // eyes // hands // flowers // angels // heaven // holiness // hell // medicine // needles // sharp objects // guns // mechs // dragons // pastels // dreams // poetry // video games // hacking // neon // distorted images // spiders // insects // deep water // elysium // graveyards // death // resurrection // nature // churches // priests // crosses // sacrifice // skulls // nymphs // strings // instruments // antiques //

#tw eye strain #[[ ooc ]]#bold what applies #[[ hc memes ]]#[[ headcanon ]]#tw religion mention #tw weapons #tw death mention

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mattiecreepypasta · 2 years

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Okay oc time.....I have like six oc's but I'm just go with my self insert oc.

I present to you...Addict/Anni

She is 5'3...5'4 on a good day lmao. Is a Leo, Entp and has a twig like body build.

She is also very bisexual and uses she/her pronouns.

She is a proxy that works for slenderman and has the proxy symbol on the underside of her right wrist.

Her personality is very sarcastic, she is either very hard to meet or very easy going. Depends on her mood honestly. Once you get to know her though she is kinda goofy, of course sarcastic, and very loyal.

She can get deathly serious though when it comes to missions. She takes them very seriously and can almost get into this mindset where she gets absorbed by her missions and work.

She also hates dealing with emotions though and tends to just ignore the emotions that bother her.

She is good friends with Hoodie, Ben, Clockwork, and Kate.

The people she would consider having romantic relations with would be Ej, Jeff, Masky or a few of my ocs. Of course I'm not saying she is in romantic relationships with all of these guys but she would consider if she ever had the chance to.

Her music taste is one of a middle aged, white dad. She listens to 80's and 90's rock but leans more towards 90's.

She loves bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers, Crossfade, Deftones, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice in chains etc.

Honorable mention: She likes Twenty one pilots as well.

She doesn't really have a aesthetic. She just kinda wears what she wants and has no fashion sense whatsoever.

She is very sleep deprived, honestly so over everything right now and definitely smoked from time to time.

Can get pissed or annoyed very easily and she will punch you in the face if you piss her off.

Beautiful and amazing you beautiful b!tch-

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silentmeteorite93 · 6 months

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The Leaping Gazelles 30/34

Infections

The man who had just returned from a business trip and grabbed his props and drove to the appointment looked at the stylish and beautiful model in front of him and sighed at the good fortune of having so many good things happen to him, from the photo shoots to the appointments that were cancelled due to changes in schedules for all kinds of reasons, and now joining in with the flirting experience that she had initiated, although this type of situation was not without precedent but the frequency was very low indeed. Perhaps this is one of the benefits of a man who does not hide his various hobbies on his social media, after all, the mysterious and daring persona is still very appealing to women who are still in the waiting period and want to try it out.

The man who set up the studio at the B&B watched the naked woman lying on her side on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and looking at her curiously, and was excited by the thought of what the room would be filled with in a few moments. This did not affect the man's photographic process, and he followed the planned procedure to the end.

The woman sat in the chair and looked at the photos that had just been imported from the man's laptop, marveling at the glamour of the lighting and the man's creativity, and naturally, her own outstanding appearance. The woman massages the muscles in the man's shoulders and neck as she watches the process of sifting through the photos with him, and before long she loses interest in looking at the photos and requests that the battleground be shifted upstairs to the bedroom. Smoking a cigarette and watching the man set the scene plays out again, this but this time the props are more simple and crude. The woman sat on the edge of the bed with her hands propped back on the bed, her smooth, slender calves hanging over the edge as she cocked her head in anticipation of the photographer in front of her, who had been very professional just moments before, to turn into the devil of bad taste that the man himself had described in his own words.

As the lights were replaced by candlelight, the man turned his back on the woman answering her questions less and less frequently. Finally, when he turned back he had put on a white mask. It was an indescribable face, the only thing visible at a glance of the entire mask were the empty eyes showing, the seriousness and lack of mood swings making even the man uncomfortable in himself when he looked in the mirror. And what took the ascetic nature of the gesture to the extreme was the index finger that the man ignored the disappearance of the nice curve at the corner of the woman's mouth and stood directly at the lips on his own mask. The candlelight behind the man's back allowed his shadow to take up most of the space in the room, naturally covering the woman as well, and without explaining what the strangely shaped belt he held in his hand was, he walked towards the woman whose posture was no longer relaxed. The significance of the spider gag was that its exaggerated shape would result in a mouth that couldn't be closed, drooling if you weren't paying attention, and a facial aesthetic that you didn't have to look in the mirror to know must have been ruined. The man then secured the terrified woman's hands and feet together with a bondage kit, listening to the creaking sound of the high quality leather equipment under stress was one of the man's turn Ons, the irregular but predictable sound seemed to slowly tighten the man's invisible clockwork.

The new hotel this time did not have a towering stance or ornate and extravagant décor, the only redeeming feature instead was a single extinguished street lamp by the car park, its shadow reflected on the wall in the shape of a scythe when viewed from within the dimly lit room. A small, white nose gave the currently expressionless face a slightly cute flavor, short black hair that was so neat it looked like it had just been trimmed fell straight down, every now and then revealing a neck that was long, slender and fit to be spread out over the palms of her hands, and the shoulders that were connected to it were so thin and white that one didn't have to make any effort to imagine fingerprints being made by squeezing them themselves. Her eyes were deep and melancholic, ignored only because of her love of laughter, and her occasional quiet look was not stagnant like the others but the loneliness that comes from being disconnected from the world. So the man, unable to bear the sight, thoughtfully placed her in a position of shame so that the drool that flowed from her mouth, which was forced to be propped open, marred the sadness that came with her.

She was then secured to the bed with ropes restraining her limbs. The subtle sound of the metal of the bed's iron frame rubbing against the twine was not easy to ignore in the extreme silence. The woman could feel the shadows of men moving back and forth across the room even when she was freshly blindfolded, and the anaesthetized patient on the operating table waited for the surgeon to disembowel her. With the flickering of the candlelight and the gradual synchronization of breathing, the skin exposed to the air did not feel cold but gradually warmed up.

Between this is a taste and entertainment, the man in the next process of conditioning and not how to mobilize the pain nerves of the woman who can not move in front of her, or else by virtue of her this one meter high upwards of the low temperature wax oil drop are struggling on the bed, the man is afraid that no matter what, his hands will be tied. Luckily that didn't mean that the man didn't have the means to make the minority film and television department flower in front of him who had stood himself up three times pay for it, he was determined to make her forget herself for the rest of her life. She wasn't the first woman to have her mouth propped open to call a man a treasure, and it wasn't the first time he'd realized the variety of his hobbies and alternative romances.

The woman didn't understand why the man had put down those chilling weapons and just taken a marker and scribbled on himself, or why he had unwrapped several packets of medical equipment and propped open his eyelids and hooked his nose and spread his lips when he already had the gag that was causing him to drool so profusely. It wasn't until the man grabbed her by the hair and walked her over to the floor length mirror that the woman saw the unexpected and unfamiliar image she now had. Remember when the woman saw the mess in front of her eyes in an unknown place, by the school classmates touted as a big girl's self actually also fell into the current appearance, this shocking image directly let the woman stop thinking. The woman's features were all stretched out by the strange equipment, the small delicate nose was hooked upwards like a naughty male student imitating an animal in primary school, a pair of clear and gentle eyes were also stretched to the maximum by the stretcher that had never been seen in the hospital, and the mouth that had made her proud was similarly stretched to the limit. Eyes that hadn't been lubricated since moments before were now bloodshot, looking in horror at their strange yet familiar selves in the mirror. The exposed gums and teeth were unexpectedly horrific, there was still drool on her chin from her own saliva, and even a small amount of it had dangled above her very full, strung out breasts. And the words that the man had just taken a pen to write were reflected in the mirror, and although it was difficult to make out after the reversal but the woman could still probably make out that they were the worst and most mischievous terms that could be described for a woman. The woman lost guesses as to how the others would react to such a sight, and it was then that the man took the camera in one hand and choked her with the other, leaving a memory that would be hard to replicate.

The woman could feel the man' spirits behind her through her trousers, and she also felt that the image in front of her was distorted but also had an otherworldly beauty to it, a bleak and desperate tarnishing effect that made her wonder if she had originally had such a side to her as well. Just as she had begun to scrutinize the various types of profanity written on her body, the man dropped the camera and picked her up. The woman never remembered being picked up in this position, though she could imagine that she might have experienced it when she was two or three years old; after all, there was nothing new about the position of an adult with a child. The woman's shame, which had just faded a little, rushed back into her brain, and blushing to the point of redness she watched her tall figure become petite as if by magic. The door was wide open while being held by the man's chest, the legs that were raised above the man's arm were spread to the extreme, and the private parts that were being displayed as if they were exhibits could easily take the focus of the eye. There were overly literal and blunt markings on various sensitive parts of the body, especially the ones that could only be seen from this angle nowadays that were maddeningly blasphemous. Yet none of that compared to the slightly open bullseye that was plainly a very excited welcome to the entrance of the lower body. She couldn't help but reach down to her bottom and gently touch herself. Even the man didn't guess her move, although the camera was put down, but his head is still on top of the gopro that flashes red light from time to time, obviously this woman is now beginning to enjoy the role that she represents in the mirror, she began to play or take off the disguise.

As the moments continued to flow into the camera and the memory card began to grow verbose, the man fought the weak-legged woman back onto the bed and after removing some of the expanding props used his own fingers to begin to baptize the limp woman in front of him from the inside out. Just as he dropped the new toys and condoms on the bed himself, the long limp woman struggled to sit up again and pressed the barrier that the man was just about to tear down, using his own hands to tenderly and forcefully spaced out. The man was just about to explain that it was all to make the toy safer and more hygienic when he heard that the woman wanted to hold the line because she had only found a boyfriend two days before.

A pot of cold water was thrown over his head and the man immediately retreated as he slowly backed away debating how to finish what he started. At the same time, he was angry and at the same time thought of the woman may not want to once again cool initiative, but also to help themselves to solve the goodwill and the arrow on the string still have instant calm willpower. Of course, he was also thankful that he hadn't left any marks today, the special marker pen could be almost erased on the spot with a little cleaning, which meant that there hadn't been too many slip-ups today as of now. So after repeated determination, the man continued to put into the battlefield, like a gentleman again using all kinds of props to eliminate the woman's regrets, looking at the rare tide blowing body in front of but untouchable, the man lamented that he is the object of being tempered.

The two sweated like rain, the man still has the right to wipe sweat and fan, while the woman can only endure. Regaining her sight she stared dead in the face of the man looking down, his palm pressed on her neck, his fingers in her mouth . Her lower body switched rapidly between vacuum and fullness, playing the pleasure together with her own voice. Hot cheeks she narrowed her eyes were she was going to imprint him, the man, into her mind before she went up in smoke before she hit the ground hard. Unlike the dissuasion during the charge, at this point the man was just trying to write as much as he could about his understanding of the game using himself as the pen and the women as the paper. As for if they viewed the subsequent development, the man did not interfere.

The principle of adherence is a hundred times more important than the carnal desire, the man can only Q spirit in the heart to curse the woman's slightly red and swollen private parts and covered with obscene words by the boyfriend who personally came downstairs to pick up and drop off found, although the woman sent a congratulatory message after the fact that despite the thrill but still safely back to the dormitory and completed the cleaning. That was another good guy card for the man, not the first time this cursed pedantry had struck, and even he knew it wouldn't be the last.　

As his comrades around him either reached their stations or fell or surrendered, the man heard the comments about his youth finally fade away. And with it came the openness of those around him and the sudden attention thrown by the younger crowd, and the man disliked the age gap. He considers himself to be a man of refinement and a man of indifference, but he is sensitive to the longing that radiates to him from those who are ignorant, and the ease with which he is looked down upon is so unpleasant that it can even irritate him. It's funny, he hoped that his weirdness could attract his own kind, but he didn't hope that it was just this difference that aroused the curiosity and prying eyes of others.

The toothpick bird that was uniquely his, the one that would only starve itself to death remained nowhere to be found, and he had clearly been sewing his beak shut looking for her for far too long.

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BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS

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THE SHAPE OF WATER. early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the 30′s. retro-futurism. bloody handprints. routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD. a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches. ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound. being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art. obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST. typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption. behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice. risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abusing power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges. courtroom battles. suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR. never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches. small square windows. selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in the air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry. photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. allied chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks. reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations. enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI. severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates. nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails. the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse. bashing in windows. the midwest. provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting. chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red. not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DUNKIRK. burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks. assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all. smoke rising from a crash. sea foam. seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead. the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores. the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good. blocking out the noise. primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT. deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis. a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup. a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD. california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the ups and downs of adolescence. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary. 90’s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks. not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers. thrift stores. high school. identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs. disappointed parents. catholicism. poverty. busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye make up. bruises gained unknowingly. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

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