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#....i feel so underwhelmed
ohcrapmyfishwhy · 7 months
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I feel old bc I didn't like the amazing digital circus.
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nofacednerd · 4 months
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Also while I’m talking about PJO, I really hope that the beach fight scene is badass in the show. Like Percy has not used his powers at ALL so far and I hope the beach fight scene we get hints of how terrifying he can be when he’s actually using them like in the later books
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s-aint-elmo · 10 months
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clankie long-distance handholding thank you for my life
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texy-toost · 2 years
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They all deserved to ride the ferris wheel together after they saved the entire multiverse.
(Pssst I made a sequel post)
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eiilese · 1 year
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done with whole cake island!!!
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felidaeng · 9 months
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my disappointment upon learning this pokemon was an evo and not a regional variant was immeasurable
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chellychuu · 9 months
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Random goat OC to warmup!
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There's a bunch of posts going around rn on why some people struggle to find Imogen and Laudna's relationship interesting and why it feels like it's stagnant, and I won't rehash that. I assume you've seen them if you're following me and this corner of the fanspace.
But, one of the weirdest things about their relationship to me is that like... it doesn't feel to me like the other characters in the party are encouraging or validating or feeding into that static dynamic where they never grow nor ever regress. Ever since the gnarlrock argument got resolved, it feels like the relationship exists in this void where it cannot ever be observed, and the other characters are generally... not even able to put weight on that standstill in either way, encouraging or discouraging, because of that.
My feeling about the way the relationship exists within the overall party dynamics, it feels more like it's quarantined in a way where almost all of it happens out of line of sight of the others, who never really learn about what goes on between Imogen and Laudna because the two of them also don't really talk to the others about their relationship (or their feelings, or about much generally). A lot of what makes the relationship feel static or the other stuff that Imogen and Laudna avoid unpacking also never really comes up in a way and space that provides opportunity for the rest of the party to unpack it themselves or start a discussion about it, whether to enable it or to offer something constructively challenging and growth-provoking.
Hell, even little things about the relationship as it concretely exists (i.e. the way they directly and actively interact and engage with each other) feel like they rarely happen where the party can see it and integrate it into what they know about Imogen and Laudna. It feels like so little of the relationship in those concrete terms happens in a space amongst the rest of the party. Stuff that the others would tease about or bring up or make small talk about. It often feels to me like the other characters can't interact with the relationship in any way, at any level because so little of it happens concretely where they would know about it nor are they informed of it.
Like, to me, it feels constantly and generally like there's this dense fog of war surrounding Imogen and Laudna's relationship that isolates it from the rest of the party and that the others are stumbling around in that fog and can't actually witness the relationship. That's why I feel like the characters aren't really enabling the static holding pattern. It always feels like the other characters don't really know what actually is ever specifically happening between them.
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astrobei · 1 year
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love in slow motion
“Are you offended that people think we’re dating?”
“No,” Mike says immediately. “Of course not,” because, again, he should be so lucky.
Will’s baffled expression does not change. “Then why would I be?”
“So– okay, fine, whatever. Should we, like, tell them to get their heads out of their asses and that we’re not– um– dating, or–”
“I think,” Will cuts in, “well. You know what would be funny?”
Honestly, Mike doesn't know what he thought being Will Byers' fake-boyfriend would entail, but he definitely didn't think it would involve this many ugly Christmas sweaters.
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ottosbigtop · 4 days
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In other news ive finally started playing baldurs gate 3 and despite being a glorified hater about it when it got mega-hyped i am enjoying myself a lot actually. They weren’t kidding about the level of detail in this game we love to see media living up to the hype.
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anonymocha · 23 days
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[ LONG AHH POST ]
Proud to announce that the first revision of the half-serious full-insane Kaalaa Baunaa Wall is done… I haven’t seen an intensive Kaalaa Baunaa character analysis so I decided that I will do it myself. But feel free to correct me on stuff since, again, it’s half-serious and full-insane.
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Text version of the important stuff I wrote in case you don’t wanna zoom in or open the PDF under the cut. I won’t be pasting the event story takeaways because they are very long and full of unhinged Mocha jumpscares.
Personality
The following points are derived from here:
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Methodical and steady in her approach to tasks.
Known for her soothing presence and being reliable in accomplishing tasks. Very punctual.
Has a contemplative nature, often preferring solitude and observation.
Friendly but rarely intimate.
Maintains a practical outlook, prioritizing efficiency over aesthetics.
Demonstrates a sense of conservationism, as seen in her choice to mend her glasses rather than replacing them.
Character Story Takeaways
Grew up with an astrological background but chose not to believe in its prophetic accuracy. “To hell with it!”
Kaalaa Baunaa was an abandoned child. She was found by Vaquini. her foster parent.
She often engages in misbehavior and fights as a kid. Vaquini would defend her.
She refused her destiny prescribed by her astrolabe, and doodled over it.
She emphasizes the importance of understanding the underlying causes behind events rather than accepting them at face value (or just seeing it as fate).
Voiceline Takeaways
She thinks that people focus too much on linear time and notes its subjective(?) nature. But she has a good perception of time herself.
Prefers Indian food.
Enjoys observing the night sky. She feels connected to it. Human society is complex, ever-changing, and influences her identity in ways she isn’t content about. But the constant nature of the night sky comforts her.
Is humble about her martial arts capabilities. This girl can hit……..
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Interpretations + Summary of Takeaways
Keeps a steady and level-headed front despite often being anxious and full of doubt towards herself. It pours out when things get truly rough, with dismay and desperation.
Tends to overwork herself and struggles with self-care. She has the incentive to wind down but the guilt would take over her and lock her back into her lab. It is even implied to manifest as an illusory monster that stalks her down.
She held considerably little value towards aesthetics or cleanliness, prioritizing practicality above all. She easily brushed off rat feces in her lab this woman won the idgaf war. She cares more about research routines than things like that, or even more, rules imposed to her.
She may be enabling Kumar... She knows when Kumar is wrong or when Kumar is trying to mess with her but she doesn't necessarily call her out on it. Yes she is very observant towards stuff related to research and the arcane, but can be fooled/lead on otherwise. She may know it but she won't voice it.
She talks and contemplates to herself a lot. Probably a pace-around-the-room-lost-in-thought enjoyer.
Based on her past, she has a tendency to be rebellious and turn her back on certain systems despite being dependent on one herself
For some time, she is quite dependent on Kumar's presence and guidance. She puts a lot of trust in Kumar despite the many questionable things she did to her and the people around her.
(My Insanity) Her tendency to conserve, paired by her predisposition to methodical routines makes it difficult for her to move on from Kumar. And she struggles to properly open up about it or confront it. Kumar left her mark in her way of doing things. The constant nature of her approaches in work/life makes the echoes of Kumar also constant. She would love to break free from the cycle of remembering Kumar by doing things differently, or taking a long deserved break from work... But at the same time, she feels like throwing herself off this 'orbit' is unreasonable, unproductive, and unbecoming of her. So it Rots.
She probably keeps Kumar's glasses, Kumar's bullet, what else? :))
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ell-arts · 6 months
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The Veil Chapter 9 - Sneak peek
The following is a short sneak peek of the next chapter in The Veil, voted for by the majority in the poll.
Feel free to scroll away if you would rather wait for the full update and not see any mild spoilers. If not, click below:
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“Alright, one more time. Breathe in, breathe out…” 
It had taken several minutes to get the four spectres to calm down, at least to the point of not screaming anymore. 
Blinky was the only ghost who didn’t waste his breath on frantic yelling…but the carnelian spectre was hovering listlessly in the air, as pale as a red ghost could get. Pinky, Inky, and Clyde were slowly being coaxed out of a hyperventilating trance, with Pac talking them through a breathing exercise. 
In and out the Ghost Gang breathed, tensely following along with Pac’s instructions. Once the spooks reached a point of composure, Pac spoke as calmly as he possibly could amidst the scare of their ominous entrance.
“Now, one at a time, tell us what happened—"
“Disaster, that’s what happened.”
“A catastrophe of tyrannical proportions.” 
“We’re doomed. YOU’RE doomed.”
Confused and frustrated, Pac was a second away from demanding an answer from the spooks outright. But Cylindria beat him to it.
“What do you mean doomed, that’s all you’ve been saying since you got here! What happened?”
“Don’t patronise us, sister, you’d act the same if you saw what we saw!” Pinky threw back angrily, on the tipping point of hysteria again. Had Blinky not held an arm in front of her, then the pink ghost surely would’ve gone up to yell in her rival’s face.
“We made it out with our afterlives,” Inky said, timidly. Clyde quickly joined him. “Even just being out here is putting us in danger! If Betrayus finds out, then-then-“
“Enough.”
It was barely a whisper, but it caught everyone’s attention. 
All eyes settled on Blinky as the red ghost hovered forward, numbly. It was the first time he had spoken since the Ghost Gang arrived. 
Pac looked at Blinky expectantly, a dozen questions swimming in his eyes. A dreadful silence befell the air as Blinky looked Pac dead in the eye. There was a mask of deep foreboding and fear hidden in Blinky’s eyes, readying himself to speak.
“We need to talk. Something…something horrible happened.”
Blinky was not the kind of ghost to be scared. Not for good reason. Pac saw first-hand what Blinky was capable of. He could defend himself and others with ease, he had no reason to be easily scared. 
To see the red spectre so numb and ghasted, barely keeping his fear restrained… 
Pac glanced over his shoulder, meeting the worried stares of his friends with one of his own.
“Not here,” Spiral warned, “people could see you. Let’s go back to the maze.”
No one needed to be told twice. 
Soon, four Pacworlders and four ghosts retreated into the quiet confines of Maze 256, ushering each other on hastily.
The air of dread that followed them in was nothing short of suffocating.
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flower-do0dles-dump · 2 years
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Okay so context- lately I've gotten SUPER into @partycoffin 's "Welcome Home" and i've been neurodivergent hyperfixation over it. So obviously I had a dream recently about it! Big cool!!!! Especially since I was chilling with em. love to see it~ yippy! :)c But also this dream entailed Barnaby attempting to do stand up while Frank is just, being Frank and over explaining stuff. But suddenly Wally is just. COMPLETELY outta character essentially telling Frank to shut up. Which knocked the wind outta my sails immediately! Wally would never! I know this we all know this yet that is exactly the reason as to why its so funny! The art doesnt at all do the moment justice i fear :(
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onewingedsparrow · 9 months
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Go. They need you more than I do.
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moonilit · 1 year
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what yall talking about? Kaveh doesn't have a 'sad' backstory he just got some struggles, like that what the average human being go through
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dykeomania · 11 months
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i don't really mean to ruin your day, but like (not proofread),
made sleepy by unforgiving winters and a population of people who were only young, once, the carnival reminds modern!ellie’s small wyoming town of what it’s like to be youthful, and alive.
tellingly so, people in her town consider this the happiest event of the year. but if it’s just between ellie and god, the significance of multicolored fair rides or the sun beaming hard enough to scorch the morning dew off of joel’s front lawn faces no match against the hatchling of your smile, once made dormant under the hazy coat of november through april, and defrosted by the month of july.
it’s the 4th. and amongst a spectacular of beams and fireworks slashing through a sky made thick with clouds, ellie swears that tonight she will kiss the girl of her daydreams. 
she has also sworn this, for the past three summers.
for the past three summers, she has ridden the same rides with you in almost identical order – familiar of every trough, and yet screaming with you through every loop. you take the same edibles, and you get the same order of fried concoctions, from the same stand and share the same $7 lemonade, from the same cup and the same swirly straw. 
it’s the same saccharine fling, bubble-wrapped in infatuation, and spared the harm of teeth sinking into its flesh in fear of eviscerating the bond that lies underneath.
but she swears, she will kiss you. this time, she will. she swears, she will.
with tongues coated with carbs and a mind made dizzy with sugar, you make the decision to ride the ferris wheel. she buries herself in the brash cackle of your laugh as she nearly rocks the cart off of its hinges. as you settle, belly and chest full of brightness, ellie watches you. your back is slumped against the metal, your head is thrown, and a hand is splayed over your stomach. the neons of the park flicker and change as you the two of you pass through them. ellie watches as they paint your body, electric; this way, she can see the symptoms of summer, highlighted, right on your cheekbones. beaming brightly, adding a shimmer to your smile, like a sparkle on a wink. ellie always has a tendency of falling in love with girls who are nothing like her. in the summer, ellie just burns. but not you. you have always glowed. 
the fireworks break through the sky, booming through the city like miniature cannons. the only unpredictable thing of all this, is the show. pop, a red firework. pop, a green one. pop, pop, sizzle. this one, a cluster of both.
boom. 
the familiar crust of a hill climbs up ellie’s throat and it’s an act of strength to swallow it all down. “wow,” she hears you remark, completely airless, a loopy grin stretching across your lips. “that’s so pretty.”
ellie nods, damning the fireworks and instead only looking at you. “yeah..” ellie swallows, again, hearing the croak that lines her own voice. “well, you’re pretty, too.”
there’s a silence that hangs, like your eyes, onto hers. and then it’s broken -- shattered not by combustion, but by a giggle turned spitting cackle, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips.
ellie’s furrows her eyebrows, “are you.. are you okay?” and starts laughing with you, only half-nervous, but like–
sizzle, sizzle,
“no.. no.. well– like yeah. like, no, yeah i’m just..” you lick your lips, close your eyes,
grin, and shake your head,
“i’m just really glad that you’re my friend.” 
boom.
the firework burns and dies in the iris of ellie’s eye, and brings with it ellie’s reminder to blink. or to do anything, really.
ellie has a tendency of falling in love with girls who are completely different from her. who want different things, and go at different paces,
who are her best friends.
she smiles. tight.
“yeah..” ellie concludes. “yeah, me too.”
she holds your hand on top of her lap, and halfheartedly thumbs over your knuckles. she lets you slot your fingers into hers, the same as you always do. and she squeezes, like normal. lets you rest your head on her shoulder, and rests her forehead atop of yours, like usual.
pop. pop. pop.
this year, she chalks her excuse up to.. loitering in opportunity. wading in questions she knows the answer to.
sizzle. sizzle. sizzle.
maybe, she’ll try again next summer. 
pop,
or maybe, it’s better that she doesn’t.
sizzle.
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