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#chyna#eddie guerrero#wweedit#wwe smackdown#mygifs*#jeysuso#wrestling tag#tw: flashing#*#loves of my life loves of my life loves of my life#the way he runs after her in the third one is so 🥺😭😭#she had this man on his KNEES in the ring. as he should've been#i miss them so much.#nobody made chyna smile like eddie could make chyna smile 🥺
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Winny Thanawin as Win & Satang Kittiphop as Sound Saran in รักหน้าตาเหมือนเธอไหม (Love Love Love) Ost.Our Skyy แฟนผมเป็นประธานนักเรียน - Gemini Norawit
#our skyy 2#my school president#our skyy 2 x my school president#our skyy 2 x my school president ost#love love love#music video#soundwin#winsound#satangwinny#satang kittiphop#winny thanawin#*gifs#i need this for me. especially the fifth gif.#i miss them so much.
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just started watching disventure camp today (finally) and I’m already on ep 6. I have (out loud) made the “you a baby quit cussing” joke like. Every single episode at least once. I have SO MUCH to talk about..
more in tags..like spoilers and stuff..
#disventure camp#spoilers..#i love love love lill. idk that much about her and it’s honestly kind of suspicious she’s not appreciated more like.#what did she do. did she do something malicious??? is that why I don’t ever see posts abt her??#also I have mixed feelings on fiore. Bc on one hand I love evil characters BUT. She got my girls (lill and ashley) out.#I miss them so much.#how dare you fiore. whyd you do that to them#also love the dynamic between gabby and Ellie. love them separately as well.#ellie only voting with fiore bc it gets her further in the game. real.#gabby having trouble trusting people on BOTH TEAMS#bc her first team voted her off and her second team betrayed her#also. love drew he shouldve been there longer. grett whyd you do that to him..#SPEAKING OF GRETT. she’s so complicated I have mixed feelings on her as well. Bc on one hand.#She’s very manipulative and is so so rude to gabby but on the other hand#It’s clear that she doesn’t get much attention prior to the show and she likely wants to win the million to finally impress her mother#also I’m not kidding when I say the bond between miriam and Jake in ep 5 made me cry. I was in SHOCK. how could u do this to me..#Also found it really funny how in ep 5 all of them got devastating phone calls and Dan was just standing there like “:)”#There’s not a thought in that head. There’s not a brain behind those eyes.
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Helloooo. I just finished reading chapter 18 of, ‘The Weight of Us,’ and I’m hooked! Any chance you’re working on this story and will be updating it soon? Our girls are both in pain and I NEED to know what happens next, please. 😬
NONNY!!!! I am legitimately SO pleased to hear you've enjoyed reading....I really, really would love to get back to the fic soon and to give our girls what they deserve.
For now--and to perhaps make me accountable to keep working on it--how about I share what I have written of chapter 19 so far? Just for you ;]
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The sight of the blood was staggering—hostile and copious and fresh, lathered boldly all over, fouling the courtyard stone with its scarlet urgency.
And in the absence of an obvious victim, nobody gathered could say with certainty whether it had been spilled from beast or from man.
Cara, arriving as the pastel sunrise began its slow breach of the morning mist, was somehow (and yet, deeper, unsurprisingly) the first one privy to the grim scene.
Truly, she smelled it before she saw it. The sharp odor of it—raw iron and salted earth—lashed at her, raising her hackles as she approached the training yard. Sensing it altered her pace. Not exactly out of alarm, but from the gritty feeling of removed and morbid familiarity. The first breathful rushed through her perception and submerged her in the distant potency of temple training and the carnage of battle.
And for that brief instant, for those two hastening heartbeats, it elicited something akin to relief.
Wrapped up in that abrupt recognition was a taste of deliverance from the safe and stakeless hypotheticals of instructing the recruits. A definite departure from the vacant routine she had passively slipped into over the past fortnight: long days spent training. Always presenting early, using the morning heat to sweat out the wine or ale that had kept her teetering on the edge of sobriety hours before. Some nights trickling by alone in her chambers, staring into the darkness until her eyes ached, unable to discern whether her mind was too full or completely empty. Others spent trying to separate from her own skin, lying in bed above a tavern full of late-night diners and carousers—with Dahlia, sated and sleeping, curled against her bare back. Touching too much to feel at rest, touching too little to feel numb, churning like mad inside all the while.
And every moment across and between, feeling faceless in the daylight without even trying—trying to keep Kahlan out of the spaces between her ribs, keep her away from the thoughts that roiled in idle moments.
Forced to live with a choice she did not make.
Bearing the seal of Aydindril on her chest felt like a cruel sham when she hadn’t so much as spoken to Kahlan in twelve mornings—since she walked out of Kahlan’s solar, heavy limbs, exhausted spirit. Only silent, avoidant awareness colored their few encounters, trying to ignore the way Kahlan was trying to ignore her. Gazes askance. Kahlan’s hands fumbling. Cara’s curling into shaking fists.
A duty-bound protector who could hardly look at the one she was meant to protect.
Laughable. It was laughable. It was all laughable. She was laughable.
(She wasn’t laughing.)
The golden badge was minuscule, but its weight kept dragging her down ever farther.
A momentary distraction like this was more than welcome. But Cara’s hammer-hearted, near-delighted anticipation diminished rapidly as she came close enough to see the state of the courtyard.
Alert concern billowed up in its place when she remembered one thing, and realized another.
Cara remembered that blood like this had absolutely no place in the courtyard of the Confessors’ Palace.
And she realized that it had been left there in a way that was anything but random.
Something ethereal and deeply-ingrained ripped through the listless fog, like an unyielding hand reaching up to seize her by the jaw. Cara thought of Kahlan still fast asleep in her chambers—mouth half-slack, hair across her face in the closest semblance of a mess, breathing slowly with slumber, just the way Cara used to leave her at this hour.
And for the first time in days, the image and the remembering of it didn’t come bearing ache.
Only sudden focus, Only rigid precision. Only purpose. A surge of everything that had compelled her to stay here, the reason to still exist in this place.
Binding, defining connection.
Her forgotten name echoed back to her in Shota’s patronizing tone.
Agile motion stemmed from reflex. Cara’s hand darted her hip, and she let out a clipped snarl of agitation when she felt neither Agiel nor axe holstered there. Half a pulsebeat and all of the coursing hypervigilance carried a twofold reminder: her Agiels were useless, and she had left her axe behind in mind of the day’s objective of working on more advanced hand-to-hand combat.
Never again, she thought, cursing both that idiotic decision and how she had allowed herself to slide so far away from discipline. She channeled the self-indignation into a loud whistle and a less-than-delicate gesture at the Home Guard patrolman who was approaching from her right.
“Tell me,” she demanded, pointed and gruff, leaving no amount of incredulous rage in question as her voice carried across the space with ease, “what halfwit failed to notice this? I’d like to be personally introduced.”
The guard’s mail jangled as he quickened his pace to a loping dash. The expression half-hidden by his helm betrayed equal parts shock at the bloody display and ill-suppressed fear of the furious Mord-Sith. The latter caused his speech to sputter.
“This was not here on my last passthrough.” He paused, blinking, realizing he had just revealed himself as the halfwit and there was nothing he could do to retract it. “I swear it on my firstborn! I would never let something like this go unreported.”
Cara stared at him, lips pursed and eyes burning with disbelief, until his frozen discomfort was palpable. Finally, she barked: “Then why aren’t you reporting it now? Go!”
The sentry who had been unlucky enough to be assigned this particular watch nearly tripped over himself in his hurry to alert the other watchmen—and to get as far away from Cara’s scrutiny as possible.
She saw him off with a dangerously skeptical scowl and then took up hawkeyed surveillance of the area, in search of either the bled or the culprit. There was no sign of either except for the spillage on the stonework.
Cara took care not to step in any of the slicks of it as she approached the palace wall, raising her gaze and then narrowing her eyes as she attempted to read the silky-wet red lettering slathered onto the space below the Mother Confessor’s balcony.
STREGANICHA
It wasn’t a word Cara recognized.
But even unfamiliar in meaning, it roamed over her skin with a sinister chill.
#book readers (the poor things (myself included)) will recognize the word#i miss them SO much.#legend of the seeker#cara x kahlan#cara mason#kahlan amnell#the weight of us#i gotta........revisit my outline.................
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Zsasz won Album Art of the Year in Homicidols Best Of 2024‼️
They received 8 total nominations and only won this one but I'm still happy and proud they won something. 🖤
Thank you guys for voting!!!!
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WHAT IF WHAT IF SEEING THIS WAS MY FINAL STRAW
#i’m gonna vomit.#nothing will ever compare#I miss them so much.#I will never ever ever forgive what they took from me
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WHAT IS THE CONNECTION YOU ARE GETTING FROM MAKING LOVE WITH A ROTTING CORPSE THE BITCH IS DEAD NOTHING IS THERE
It's the bond they leave behind for me before they go.. The stepping stones they place for an attempt to reach my feelings.. How hard they try to appeal to me in their final moments and how they accept my guidance into the dark.. Just as you'd leave pennies on their eyes. I send them off with all the love we shared. Yes I know it's just their shell but it's still them in some capacity and I like to think they can still feel me loving them. A spiritual connection.. Something so special.. Intimate..
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HAVE MERCY ON ME AND MY FEED ALL THE RAMKING IS MAKING MY HEART ACHE :(
I'M SORRY BESTIE ramking own my soul and sometimes i am just unexpectedly propelled into The RamKing Zone(tm) i cannot help this
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Any ahasbands/redwood shippers here? No? Just me?
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I was listening to look and... I miss red velvet💔
#🍃kachi says#I used to be a BIG reveluv. seriously#but I got too busy and I couldn't keep up with their comebacks anymore#I miss them so much.#or maybe I miss their old eras#rv was my ult and I was so crazy for them#I swear#but it's not the same 😭#I'm a 4th gen girlie now...#how heartbreaking💔
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Zouis Appreciation Post.
#zouis#i miss zouis#zouis malikson#zouis me babies#Zouis me loves#friendship goals#I miss them#Have I said that already?#I miss them so much.#Me Zouis heart#Am I having a Zouis breakdown? Yes yes I am#😭 😭 😭
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GIVE IT UP FOR MONTH 11 EVERYONE MONTH 11 SINCE C!RANBOO FUCKING DIED YIPPEE
please bury me beneath the earth so that I may wither away
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i miss them (<-- rewatching rise s2)
#.txt#like i KNOW i'm seeing them on the screen doing their Wacky Antics but ooouygghhghh#I MISS THEM SO MUCH.#currently grabbing nickelodeon by the throat and throttling them GIVE THEM BACK TO US!!!
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my dad keeps sending pictures of him petting the dogs
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know#im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie#or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them#snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book#that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss#the hunger games#coriolanus snow#tbosas#lucy gray baird#not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration#but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause#like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time#he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets#and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets#he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved#but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall#he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires
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