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#can u tell im having. A Moment
kylejsugarman · 2 years
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the fact that jane died there in the middle of the night is so fucking haunting to me. like beyond just the sheer sickening horror of watching her choke and struggle to breathe and eventually die stranded on her back while walt literally fucking stands there, watching her, fully equipped to help her and choosing not to, it’s the fact that she stays there. all night. going cold and rigid next to jesse, who’s none the wiser. maybe he resurfaced a few times from the heroin daze and hazily registered her presence next to him, her foot skirting against his, her hair draped across the pillow, and felt better before sinking down again. for a few hours, it was so quiet and peaceful. she might’ve even been sleeping if not for the chyme ringing her lips and the fishy coldness of her open eyes. she was drugged up and sleeping, but she was probably still afraid when it happened. she was all alone. that bullet-wound of a fact is so haunting, it’s no wonder that it totally breaks jesse. he left her alone, at least in his mind, alone in the dark. as john irving so succinctly put it, “tom woke up but tim did not.” jesse woke up but jane did not.
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blueautumngrave · 3 months
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WHAT THE FUCK DID AUSTEN DO TO FUCKING GET HOMESICK AT SPACE CAMP AND ITS NO A SIDE EFFECT OF THE COCAINE LIKE IM HAPPY FOR YALL BUT WHAT THE FUCK MAN
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quietwingsinthesky · 10 months
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hi losing my mind at this part where lucifer starts laughing at something marin says and then sam? smiles at him?? like he also wants to laugh???
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salemontrial · 5 months
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A little more similar than you think
I'm gonna talk abt this one because quite literally, nothing drives me more insane than Princess Iron Fan and Red Son's relationship. This is based on the headcanon I've seen around that Red Son's hair turns black like coal when it gets wet, which I found really cute!! Until I realized that if that happened he'd look exactly like Princess Iron Fan and that. Hurt-/lh
My all time favourite thing to do when shipping Red Son with either Mei or MK (mostly MK) is make Princess Iron Fan a hypocrite. She'd absolutely in no fucking universe approve (at first) because she and DBK value familial loyalty above all else. But that's only the case because DBK betrayed his sworn brothers to persue her and Princess Iron Fan was disowned by her family and cast out from the heavens for marrying him so their family is literally all they have really. So her son loving the enemy would immediately mean that he's going to abandon his family for them because that's what she would do. That plus all the tension thats built up between them after only having eachother during the 500 years DBK was imprisoned, I just think it's really fun poking at their relationship.
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turtletoria · 2 months
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curious if anyone else has this problem: being articulate but incomprehensible? like for example, im very good at articulating certain things, and people say im good at writing; however it seems that nobody is understanding what im truly trying to say, and trying to come up with a way to explain my true (but also ever-shifting and indecisive) thoughts is arduous and agonizing
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13x02 · 10 months
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i don't have words it just popped up in my head today while rewatching this is it this is the whole post
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TODOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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cashmere-caveman · 11 months
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sometimes someone will reblog my "silver lied in the finale no idea abt what tho" post and their tags all full of #flinthamilton angst and i just really am forcefully reminded that even though we all watched the same show . we did not in fact watch the same show. like yes their affair is basically what set the whole plot in motion and i really love thomas as a plot device but i do have to confess that idc abt thomas as a person at all lmfao
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sshcomic · 6 months
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You have given me a great joy in life with your Renkaza au
May I ask, what happened to the rest of the Kamado family? Did they get their canon ending or are they with Nezuko as they try to deal with her new demonification?
oh yay im glad you're enjoying it so far! 🥰
nezuko's actually with her brother in the box, like in canon lol. i just havent drawn her--or inosuke or zenitsu--in the panels we've seen, but they're there!
as for the rest of the kamados... i actually havent decided LOL. my instinct is to save everyone, since this is a light-hearted comic strip, but also i'm not sure i'd be able to reliably write that since it involves more plot than the "stupid jokes loosely following canon" i mostly have written down aha. so i suppose it's a surprise for now, even for myself.
i guess we'll see!
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pineappical · 9 months
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it genuinely makes me laugh at how much ted has a grip on my brain its EMBARRASSINGGGG how many drawings i have of him (finished and unfinished) and yet im loving every single second of it
anyhoo how do any of yall feel about another babygirl drawing
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nulltune · 5 months
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forever grateful for the ccc english patch (tho i can't play it myself /sobs) bc THIS. this sums up the true route so well and i write my hakuno before she really develops as a character (cuz i wanna flesh her out thru ic interactions 😤✨️) but i love her growth in canon and can't wait to flesh her out in writing so she can come to understand love like thisss 😭💕
ccc really is all about love and how the characters act based on how perceive that concept and there's a talk about the difference between ai (愛) and koi (恋) but tl;dr hakuno and sakura have koi, which andersen describes as a "dreaming heart" that's more associated with like longing and yearning,,,, IT FITS THEM SO WELL I SOBB
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istherewifiinhell · 24 days
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i dont have anything to say for myself its just my niche okay. warning for both the volume AND. unique. auditory experience of g1 lmao.
[VD: G1 transfromers clip, of a Megatron and Starscream altercation
Outside, dark, lightening strikes. Soundwave turns off some audible signal, and it begins raining. Megatron: here are your orders Thundercracker, I- Starscream: What is your excuse Megatron! You let the enemy GET AWAY! You- [Megatron knocks him to the ground] Ouf Megatron walks over and pick him up by the throat, Starscream coughs, and is grabbing at his hand: Cross me again Starscream and I'll reduce you to titanium fragments. Starscream struggling Megatron tightens his grip, scrabbling at Megatron's hand: But we had the Autobots disoriented. We could have eliminated them. Cut wide, their standing close, Starscream still being choked. Megatron: We'll do that at our leisure. When are more important work is done! [He throws Starscream to the ground] Low angle, up at Megatron, lightening strikes behind him. He points down, hand large in frame: You have had the only warring I intend to give. [He gestures to himself and then points back down] Starscream scowls. Decepticon badge bummer.
well thats a lie but we can forgive him cause i assume this moment cursed his dick...
anyway i have more formats of this scene below cause i got excited :D
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[Gif of when Megatron is choking Starscream, from above. Specifically the moment where he pushes Starscream back and tightens his grip. Starscream's head tips back and he makes some interesting faces, hands struggling. END]
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ID: Four frames of the choking, the different faces Starscream makes. 1. Snarling mouth shape. 2. Distress/pout? 3. Mouth wide open, head tipped back. 4. Eyes bulging as hes really getting choked. END
yay yippee yay <3
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[ID: The two instances of Megatron pointing downward, slightly different body positions and hand gesture. 1. Squared shoulders, hands less downwards. 2. Shoulders angled, hand larger/more central. END]
to add to the great library of megatron (or galv) interacting directly with the viewer
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bloodyselfshipping · 1 year
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At first, this is a very frustrating pairing.
Ivan is the type of man to take a lack of eye contact as disinterest, or worse, dislike.
He gets distracted very quickly if he’s talking to someone fidgeting with colorful stim toys.
Definitely not very good at respecting personal space either. He’s naturally very touchy and never learned what discomfort looks like-
As someone who's almost 7 feet tall and over 1000 years old, it’s also hard for him not to infantilize everyone. If you’re bothered by that (which like yea, of course) you have to bring it up a couple of times /: 
But other than that, he’d be a great boyfriend.
He’s a great listener and your happiness is his number one priority. If something is bothering you, he’ll do his best to understand improve.
Because of that, he also loves it when you rant to him about your hyperfixations and special interests. One of his favorite types of dates is just you two on the couch watching something, with him resting his head on your shoulder while you constantly bring up trivia about what you’re watching. 
And if you like having pressure on you, he is very excited to do that with just himself- if you asked him to he would lay on you at every opportunity.
If you don’t like PDA, it would be a little frustrating for you but he would oblige. He’s naturally very physically affectionate but the last thing he wants is to upset you.
If you aren’t very smooth in social situations, he isn’t either! Luckily his confidence in his awkwardness makes up for the both of you-
Plus, if you get overwhelmed in public, he’d be the perfect guy to have around. Usually, he is vying to leave any situation just like you, and who is going to tell him to stay? Even if they try, he just has to stare them down and they’ll let you two go on your merry way.
In fact, he gets super annoyed if anyone calls you weird or anything of the sort. He won’t yell, it’s not like him, but he will definitely tell them off in his own special way.
“How could you say such a thing? They already go through so much, and you choose to hurt them more? How immature.”
So basically, like a disappointed dad. He’s been called strange before too, so he understands how much it hurts. Gets pretty confused if you enjoy being called weird though. He would still defend you against it, even if you said it didn’t bother you.
If you have meltdowns and panic attacks, it’d probably take him a while to learn how to… deal though. At first, he panics and tries to grab you. Which is bad. Don’t do that. But he learns quickly to just… be there through it. Definitely tries to spoil you the rest of the day after too. Seeing you upset is his absolute nightmare!
If living by yourself isn’t very easy for you, he’d also be great to have around. He loves accompanying you anywhere you ask, and has no trouble taking care of you. He’s seen a lot in his long life, nothing you do or need can surprise him at this point. And nothing is better than seeing you thrive, no matter what he has to do.
Any eccentricities or “strange” behaviors you may have do not affect his love for you in the slightest. All they do is make him love you more
“I do not care what people may say, I would never want you to change. I will be here for you no matter what, моя любимая.”
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meimeikyu · 8 months
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dust but. he has no face behind the shadow in his hood. its been like torn to shreds n mangled so he uses magic to cover it. angst potential...
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ebbpettier · 1 year
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DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY FIVE HOURS REMAIN
thank-you @shrekgogurt @artsyunderstudy and @imagineacoolusername for the tags!
you all cannot fathom how utterly excited i am for mermay. so excited that i've started another WIP, and if luck's a lady this month i might even get all the way through it before real life grabs me by the scruff. here's a little smackerel of simon POV from it!
It clatters to the floor and the sound is excruciating and immediate. Baz jerks away from me with a hiss, clapping his hands over his ears as I swear and scramble for the button to turn it off. The piercing tone echoes all the way down the staircase, still ringing long after I tip the switch.
“Nereus, what was that?!” he snarls, staring wide-eyed at the radio like he thinks it might jump out and bite him.
“It’s alright!” I tell him, throwing my jacket over it and stowing it back on the shelf, “It’s fine. That’s the emergency-button, it’s just an alarm you can set off if you need to be heard from really far away. Like if you got stuck under debris, or something.”
“That was horrific, Cadwallader.”
@stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe TAG YOU'RE IT
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steelycunt · 2 years
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omg you’re WELCOME tumblr.com for the collab of Ridi x Siken I take gifts in the form of german cars or freshly baked pies just an fyi!!! Hmm okay can I pls have either 3 or 5! xx
HELLO BAB! FIRSTLY cant thank you enough for this ask game its wreaked absolute havoc on the dash xx SECONDLY sorry this is so late! i am the slowest of all time xx its kind of long though so there's that!! and THIRDLY: i went with five in the end!! some post-moon angst xx
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He’s been in there nearly three hours, now. Sirius has done the dishes, changed the sheets, sorted the cluster of plastic bottles and blister packs and jars of ointment on the bedside table into the precise order in which they’ll be needed. Dug out their Muswell Hillbillies record, since they were talking about it the other day. And Remus is still in the bathroom.
On the other side of the door, all quiet. Miserable bleed of the dripping faucet, but nothing else—no movement, no jostled water. They left the kitchen window open. A draft rocks through the flat.
“Remus?”
He thinks maybe he ought to knock. He doesn’t. The bathroom isn’t thick with heat, as he expected, and Remus doesn’t turn to face him: he’s hunched over in their narrow alcove bathtub, the hair at the nape of his neck slick and sweat-curled, his knees against his chest. The start of a bruise, splayed out over one of his shoulder blades.
“Hi. Hi, you.” Sirius wipes his hands on his jeans, kneels by the bathtub. Remus’ pyjamas, folded in a pile on the lid. “Everything alright? Can I do anything?”
Remus looks at him—or, rather, looks vaguely at his collarbone. He’s bitten his bottom lip bloody, and his eyes are red. Damp, like he’s been crying. When Sirius touches his face, it’s clammy, beneath a sheen of cold water.
“Sorry,” Remus mumbles, "I’m—yes, m’fine.” His voice is chafed, dusty; he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, the dark thorns of his eyelashes. Rasp of raw skin up his forearm that’s yet to scab over. Pinkish tinge to the bathwater. “I’m sorry. Shit, god. Sorry.”
“Oi, no. None of that, Moons. What’s the matter?” Sirius swipes his fingers through the short, sticky hair at Remus’ temple, flicks away a tangle of dirt in it. So much of last night is still raked up against his body, gathered in the soft creases at his arms and thighs.
Leaves rotting on the forest floor. White moon, lodged there in the black like a bullet in an X-Ray, or a tooth through skin. The way the delicate bones at the wrist sound when they snap, like twigs: radius, ulna.
He deserves a gentler night than that. He always does.
“I’m not…m’sorry,” Remus shakes his head, a thinness to his voice that sours Sirius’ insides. “I just don’t—I don’t feel very good, and I wasn’t ready to get out, but I can’t—”
“What is it that’s playing up? Is it your hip again? I can—”
“No, I mean—” Then his shoulders jump, and something catches in his throat; some scraped-up, shuddering noise: “I don’t—feel good, Sirius,” he chokes out, blinking quickly. “I’m just so, so tired, all of the time, and—and it never fucking stops, it’s always so much. It’s so much, every month, and it doesn’t—doesn’t ever end, and sometimes I can’t do it, I can’t.”
Sirius watches the outline of Remus’ ribs, the way they heave. The divots between them that he has traced out so many times. In the corner of the bath, there’s the scummy soap dish that for whatever reason currently only offers a pack of fags: Cadets, white box and red stripe, which neither of them smoke. His jeans, wet at the knees from splashed water.
“I just—I want to feel okay,” Remus breathes, knuckles scratched beneath his eyes. “I don’t feel okay.”
Edging closer to the bathtub, Sirius tries to stamp his voice into something more solid: “Okay—okay, hey, look.” He presses the side of Remus’ head to his chest, kisses his hair and his burning cheek and the bump of bone at the top of his spine—sorry about all that broken skin, sorry there’s only loose change in my pockets, sorry I can’t hide you anywhere.
“Look,” he says after, “we’re alright. We’ll be alright again, you’ll see, Moony. My Moony.” His hand slips down to Remus’ neck; he knows exactly where to feel for his pulse, proof of the desperate kick of his heart. “I love you, and…and I’ll make you feel okay. I will, every single time. You don’t have to do a thing.”
He reaches past him for the washcloth, hanging limp over the faucet. “I’m sorry,” Remus repeats, with a cough. “I—I don’t know why, sometimes.” He pauses. “I’ve made your shirt wet.”
“No you haven't,” Sirius lies, just for the sake of it. “Fuck, though, you must be knackered. I’ll get a takeaway later. Indian, if you like.”
Remus nods. Sirius starts the hot water running again; Remus opens the packet of Cadets, takes five snaps of his fingers to light one. His hands are still jittery. He does this shy, sad smile, as if to say sorry, again.
“You have to know—you’re the very best thing I’ve got, Remus,” Sirius tells him, quietly, fingertips still against his pulse-point. Steady, darling bass beneath his skin. Ash in the water. “The very best thing, so. Sit forward, will you? I’ll wash your back.”
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