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Rick Grimes - The Walking Dead | Joel Miller - The Last of Us
#Rick Grimes#Joel Miller#*#rg#The Last Of Us#i couldn't not think this?#i'm sorry?#Im sorry#im not sorry#maybe it was the margaritas? idk#im not here to like MAKE COMPARISONS™#this is just a laugh#i love rick I love joel#i really don't think they're alike at all unless you're looking very shallow#the game is very dear to me and im so happy that so far things are good#i like attractive men in attractive shirts ok
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Based on THIS POST by @jenny-blightwood.
#I'm sorry?#invader zim#dib membrane#dib#the dibverse#the dibvoid#concept dib#series dib#etf dib#pilot dib#zib#fanart#invader zim fanart#my art
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Hilda Doolittle, Loss
#topgunedit#tgedit#tgmedit#top gun#top gun 1986#top gun: maverick#top gun maverick#icemav#tom kazansky#tom iceman kazansky#iceman kazansky#pete mitchell#pete maverick mitchell#maverick mitchell#marisatomay#usartags#userteags#*g#i'm sorry?
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EVAN BUCKLEY in 9-1-1 ➤ 1x02 // 2x08 // 6x02 losing patients
#911 fox#911edit#911 spoilers#evan buckley#evanbuckleyedit#911 parallels#1x02#2x08#6x02#sophgifs#i'm sorry?
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#i'm sorry?#james flint#silverflint#flinthamilton#black sails#and by 'once and for all' i mean that my view of this is going to continue to change like colors in a kaleidoscope a few times a day
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still can't get over the fact that Sosuke saw this:
And his first reaction was "omg a goldfish" brother I get you're five years old but you live by the ocean please be fr
still my favorite Ghibli movie ever but it's so funny to me
#ponyo#ponyo ghibli#ponyo movie#studio ghibli#ghibli films#ghibli movie#sosuke ponyo#He saw the most human eyes staring at him and was like: “oh well that's probably a fish”#A gold fish???#The main quality of gold fish is their color#She's red#Everyone says how smart sosuke is but he looks at a red being and calls it a gold fish?#i'm sorry?#The child needs to learn his colors
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january 16 - bone || @jegulus-microfic || wc: 462 || cw: pain? violence of the poetic sort?
There’s a dream, and there’s water, and there’s bone, and it’s cracking, and nobody knows what to do, obviously, because none of them are doctors, and none of this happens in real life, and Regulus feels like he’s drowning because he literally, quite literally, is. A lonely thing.
To lose everything three different times– a brother leaving, a hazel-eyed boy with his back turned, a lake filled with something, and here he is again, not quite sure how to handle his past or his present– an ever spinning collusion of time against him, specifically. He forgot about this, and oh how horrible it is.
Pain, like he’s never known before. A physical thing, because it always is, but more so, and it’s reliving every. Single. Mistake. He’s ever made. A lifetime of lies, condensed to screaming matches, but he’s screaming at himself, with himself, a cacophony of screams and they’re all coming from his body, and it hurts.
He’s thinking of a half eaten apple left on his desk, the corner of a never-answered letter from his brother, a spare pair of glasses that don’t match his own prescription and oh. The apple is gone, in his mind’s eye– a core left in its place, rotting, and Regulus remembers that he doesn’t like apples. He didn’t eat it, he couldn’t have. A glance, a thought, red skin sharp on an upper lip, and ah. Yes. Rotten apple cores falling from his desk to the floor, piling up and knees pulled up to his chest in order to avoid touching them because he doesn’t know what happens then, and he has never liked thinking about the future.
Who is he if he’s not looking at a yearbook picture a year in advance? Arms moving out of sync with his legs and something that tastes suspiciously like a shot of cherry liqueur, the fancy kind that James got him in Portugal when he went for a school trip, and how long ago was that? A certainty that something happened, yes, but something is happening now. Again. He’s done this before, hasn’t he?
Again, again, again, again. Again. A g a i n.
He’s losing track, and he knows it, a new apple core sitting in the palm of his hand, and when did he pick it up? No doctors around, no one at all, at any point. Remembering something about not touching because he can feel it— the rot. It spills out, and up, and around, and there’s something in his arms, bone deep, crawling and crawling and excruciating, and how will he get out when the tears on his face—he can feel them now—are pulled into it, a writhing mass of rot and water and bone and a shadow of a life and Regulus.
He takes a deep breath in. Silence falls.
#this was more of an exercise for me that turned into. whatever this is?#so this is something fun and different and only tangentially jegulus#i'm sorry?#is that applicable here?#anyway#my writing#vee's microfics#jegulus#james potter x regulus black#starchaser#sunseeker#marauders#marauders fic
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hey @sammie-lightwood-bane, I saw you on @respectthepetty's post. this is for you and all the other yak tattoo enjoyers
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It seems that my seasonal depression has prompted me to start my angst writing era. Cause once I sit in front of my computer, the only things that I can seem to write are things that could make people sob 😭 Don't worry, there will be happy endings (sometimes but not really)
#I will be posting angst today#I live for the drama#I'm sorry?#skz#stray kids#skz imagines#stray kids scenarios#skz x reader#skz angst#stray kids angst
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OH HEY I'M HOME!!!!
I've almost died trying to get up several times, but the cats have been all over me since I got home. Moose decided that she was the only one who got mommy snuggles immediately upon my return. She took a couple hours and then let somebody else have a turn. So it was really sweet, and I love them from the bottom of my heart and I missed them dearly this last week.
I have a suction dressing on my back and a regular dressing on my tummy and I'm still supposed to be chilling out, but also getting up and doing things. I still need to find the balance. But I'm working on it. I'll try to keep you guys updated as I can!
#the oracle speaks#personal#medical shit#i'm also still high...#so if any of this is incoherent#i'm sorry?
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I wonder if my family heard me yelling "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. IS THAT- WHO'S CHEWING?? IS THAT KAYNE??? IT'S FUCKING KAYNE, ISN'T IT. MUTHERFU" in the kitchen an hour ago
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you WISH the joker would fuck you
NO, I really do N O T.
#dreamer ask#anon ask#i'm sorry?#what?#huh?#what the fuck does this even mean?#hello?#anon?#are you ok?#i don't even post about the joker that much#where is this coming from?#somebody help#i'm afraid to even tag the joker now#what the ever living fuck#ever gave you the idea i would even *want* that?????
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@sillyforsakenblogs love your saiko pfp !!!
you should help me make my videos for next month.
Umm what?
#saken answered#I'm sorry?#I don't even know you#and I block u on Twitter#cause u are creeping me out#Pls stay away from me
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tw for safeword-use, it's not explicit but loosely described afterwards, this is the aftermath
this was supposed to be a good day.
but instead, they were here.
"you lied to me."
"steve..."
eddie looks gutted, sits in front of him all small and teary-eyed - so different from just minutes ago when his eyes had been dark from anger, his mouth twisted in a sneer. for a moment, steve thinks about comforting him, about drawing him close and kissing away the tears that threaten to fall.
but steve is hurt, a little bit angry even. but mostly, he just feels like that time in that bathroom at tina's party. and there's an echo in his mind, bouncing back bullshitbullshitbullshit until becomes just noise. it's like his head has been stuffed with cotton. he feels numb, cold, and so so tired. eddie just pulled the rug from under him in a way that has left him realing. has left both of them realing, honestly - and the fact that eddie seems just as fucked up by the situation as him is the only reason steve is still here.
here, meaning eddie's room, eddie's bed, where they had, just minutes before, tried to "spice up" their bedroom activities with some light spanking. but it hadn't stayed light. instead, it had ended with hits that hurt in a bad way, with eddies usual dirty talk turning angry and mean, with steve calling out redredred. because eddie had lied to him.
"you said you forgive me, eddie. you said - and i'm directly quoting you here - it's all water under the bridge, harrington. you promised me that whatever happened in high school would have no impact on this relationship."
eddie looks at him, eyes big and earnest.
"and i meant it, steve! i promise, i meant it."
and the thing is - steve believes him. or at least steve believes that he thought he meant it.
steve suppresses a sob and presses the heels of his hands against his closed eyes until he sees spots dance in front of him. for a moment, he just breathes and tries to pull himself together. then he stands up and starts dressing with slow, careful movements, his brain giving him a step-by-step guide on how to keep moving.
underwear first, boxer briefs, then socks - left foot, right foot - then his jeans, his shirt - shoes? where are his shoes? a second of panic, his heart hammering away in his chest, before he remembers he left his shoes by the front door.
all the while, eddie hovers at his side without saying anything. when he reaches out to touch, steve suppresses a flinch. lets eddie's hand settle on his arm, not restricting, just touching. this is just eddie, he tells himself. his eddie, who was sweet and kind, who wore his heart on his sleeve. his eddie, who loved him. his eddie, who wouldn't hurt him - but then...that's not really true anymore, isn't it?
"i'm sorry," eddie says, "i'm so so sorry, swee-steve."
"i know, eddie. i know you are, but i can't...i have to leave."
he moves away from eddie, from his soft touch, and misses it instantly. steve starts toward the door and can feel himself unravel more and more with every step he takes. he stops in the doorway and looks back at eddie, who is still half naked, standing in the middle of his room with the most heartbreaking look on his face. steve probably shouldn't leave like this, but he knows he's barely hanging on by a thread. he needs to lick his wounds in private, needs to stitch himself back together before they can talk about this.
still, he can't leave like this.
"i love you, eddie," he starts and sees eddie's face crumble, tears finally spilling over, "but i need some time - we need some time - to figure this out. i don't want to lose you, but i can't...i have put so much work into myself and i refuse to let myself keep being punished for who i was.
i'll call you. i promise you, in a few days, i will call and we will talk. but right now, i need to...not be here."
he turns back around, goes to put on his shoes.
eddie lets out a small watery "i love you", but doesn't follow him.
steve gets into his car and drives home on autopilot. he barely makes it through the door before he crumbles to the door and falls apart with heaving sobs.
this was supposed to be a good day.
#i'm sorry?#my head is trying to kill me via migraine and i need to share some pain#i swear to god they won't break up#they will talk about it like adults and they will be fine#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie
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chapter 2 just cracked 11k words...🫣
#lost boys#I'm sorry?#not sorry#just...i dunno maybe make a cuppa tea before you start reading#posting next week#maybe i can cut some more...
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are those photos of Elizabeth Mitchell weirdly specific? yes, they are. what about it?
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