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lamentofjude · 7 months
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if you're south slavic could you please tell me some local folk tales/fairytales from your country. this is me asking btw
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watchingwisteria · 4 months
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im so sorry i get it now i really do, the gay angels have me shaking screaming crying at all hours of the day and night, they mean everything to me i am literally thinking about them all the time and what it would mean to love someone steadily and silently through eternity, what it would mean to love across the lines of a divine war of supposed good and evil, what it would mean to carve out a space for oneself and ones lover in no man’s land, in the grey and moral ambiguity when you were created to be black and white without blemish. god i love them so much i just
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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months
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2023 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso
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py6oto · 8 months
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some more doodles!! sorry for the doodle spam. i wanna animate but i cannot. i cope by doodling instead.
2023.08.29
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revasserium · 1 year
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h a i k y u u m a s t e r l i s t
gen tags: all; fluff ; nsfw ; angst ; daydreams
k a r a s u n o
kageyama ; hinata ; tsukishima ; yamaguchi ; tanaka ; nishinoya ; asahi ; sugawara ; daichi ; ukai jr
t r a i n i n g c a m p
kuroo ; kenma ; yaku ; taketora ; inuoka ; bokuto ; akaashi
s p r i n g t o u r n a m e n t
oikawa ; iwaizumi ; ushijima ; shirabu ; tsutomu ; atsumu ; osamu ; suna ; kita
a l l s t a r s
sakusa; hoshiumi
h i g h l i g h t r e e l s
kageyama:
found among the ruins; fluff and angst, tobio character study
universal truths; fluff, an angel and a reaper fall in love
hinata:
punctuation; fluff, just fluff
length of daylight; fluff; post-timeskip
tsukishima:
the butterfly effect; fluff
hate; fluff and angst
oikawa:
love as one of the dead languages; fluff, assassin!au
so this is how the summer ends; angst, some fluff
iwaizumi:
grey gardens; fluff, soulmates!au
sakusa:
seductive danger; fluff
kita shinsuke:
100% love; fluff
kenma:
neverending daydreams; fluff and trippiness, kenma isn't a daydreamer...
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aropride · 11 months
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okay poll question but first clarification -> by bio i mean specifically the text under the pfp like the description. & by "bio link" i mean like carrds or rentrys or txtis or about pages on their blog (like url.tumblr.com/about)
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rubrumacai · 9 days
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This site needs a better block system for tags
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lantern-lit-eyes · 8 months
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a roughly cleaned up sketch sheet for my small town horror arlo/auggie AU! more info under the cut!
general plot of the AU so far is: • auggie, who has been bounced around between foster homes since he was young, ends up being fostered by charlotte; a woman who lives in a middle of nowhere town called "oldfaire"
• he quickly realizes something is definitely.. off in the town, but no one else seems to acknowledge it. he also keeps seeing this girl wandering around strangely, and upon asking about it is repeatedly told he's better off avoiding her • said girl is arlo, who has lived in oldfaire her whole life and who is the only one aware that something is deeply wrong there • she knows this because of witnessing her childhood friend eddie going missing, along with everyone's memories of him and all physical records (she also gets her grey hand in this incident) • they become friends after arlo realizes that auggie is the only other person she's met aware something is wrong, and they decide to work together to try and unravel the mystery • (also eventually they fall in love <3 )
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stevethehairington · 6 months
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i keep seeing people saying that they killed izzy for shock value a la game of thrones and i just— not every character death is there for shock value?? just because you don't expect it doesn't mean it's specific purpose is to garner shock value.
izzy very clearly represented piracy. he was steadfast and staunch in his ways and he held onto the traditions of piracy with a TIGHT fist throughout the first season and the start of the second. not to mention, s2 was ALWAYS leading to this theme of "the end of piracy". the clues were there the whole season!!! and by that logic, if izzy = piracy, then end of piracy = end of izzy.
im not happy about his death!! im disappointed hes gone!! i loved him, he was probably my favorite character this season!! BUT i do understand why djenks did it. and it was NOT a "for shock value" kind of thing.
some people are reeeeal quick to like get super defensive and jump onto this "omg it was for shock value! there was no other purpose! what bad writing! what a bad writer!" bandwagon when things they don't personally like or agree with happen on their favorite shows, but honestly not everything you don't like is "bad writing" or "just there for shock value" or "purposeless". maybe take a couple minutes to think critically about it and to like analyze the choice within the frame of the whole season and the whole show and its themes before making those kinds of (oftentimes baseless) accusations?
it's one thing to be upset with something that happened and to not like it, and it's another thing entirely to then blame it on bad writing or a clueless, vicious writer who doesn't care about their characters or their story or their audience.
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todayisafridaynight · 14 days
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I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh
hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]
i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..
#snap chats#//twenty page google doc in the background// ignore that. it's mostly for comedic purposes#might also be my fault idk sorry about that. allegedly. idk ive had like three people tell me they started to ship them cause of me 🧍‍♂️#@mementoasts is another person who's drawn masadai and whose stuff i love and am inspod by .. i love their disneyland fic sm ...#there was another artist on twitter who posted a neat drawing of them but i cant remember who they were and i didnt bookmark it //screams//#recently there's been ANOTHER masadai artist ive started following on twitter - @wifekiryu. his account's n/s/f/w fyi before you go looking#he has a tumblr too @foxdies. i say cause i realized as much recently vjeaKLGJALKGJ#oh but I GUESS ill get deeper into why. /i/ personally ship masadai or whatever#first off they're opposing factions yet their character alignments Do Not Match their roles. stereotypically anyway#aoki who leads the 'surface' of society and is meant to be an admirable figure and someone 'just' when really. he sucks LMAO#though that's not atypical of politicians but just from a stereotypical This Is A Respectable Individual perspective of his role#daigo on the other hand leads the 'underbelly' of society- yk comprised of dangerous criminals and outcasts and whatnot#yet as we know him daigo's compassionate and considerate of his men- he doesnt treat them like tools like aoki does#if put in a room with the two daigo would be most people's choice of person to hang out with. probably open a trapdoor on aoki tbh#and i think thats really cool and epic i always love that kinda Subverting Expectations thing#theres also the fact they both started off like. edgy/angsty in the franchise and then brush up down the line#masato does a stronger 180. publicly. obviously but its still really funny they both have to get their act together#if you wanna talk about in-text reasons. there really is none LMAO I TELLS YOU masadai is pure crack#but if i wanted to pull a muscle reaching then there's daigo being on aoki's side while everyone else is on arakawa's during the funeral#im lying of course. mitsu was behind him. rgg tryna make me forget mitsu exist .... put him back in y8 ....#and ofc ichi joins that side to even out the seating but moving on another Goofy Reason is arakawa being like#'the chairman and my son are like p much the same age Surely he knows how he thinks :)'#and then i just think daigo being all smarmy about outsmarting aoki is really goofy and im choosing to interpret that as personal#they both also have issues with their dad. s. dad/s/. anyway.#tbh the google doc tag was a joke but i really could sit here and list every dumb reason why i think theyre funny together#like i started going over the tag limit so uhhhh yeah needless to say i have a lot of. dumb reasons 💀💀💀💀#one day ill use the main text for long rambles like this but todays not that day Point Is my imagination is rampant im afraid#so the short and sweet of it is I Think It's Funny. And They'd Be Terrible Together. Which Is Why It's Funny.#and the unfortunate part is anything i find funny i obsess over for a year so. //gestures to the mountain of bullshit thats my masadai tag/
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rain is seeping in you see the lawn ahead drowning in water and dew You see the page and the line of ink the bleeds into parchment
I see the picture
the mumble of words I want to say
have always wanted to say
and find as the ink touches my paper i am voiceless they can not hear my intention blocked my eyes from the sun light from your vison my words are jumbled and unreadable messy and wrong yet i dip my finger and write them anyway premature and crude you look at my intentions and through squinted peircing eyes. you understand me you see the picture that has existed just for me and I weep
because despite my crudeness, my dripping ink stained fingers. you see me.
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callofdooty · 1 year
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Just us
Keegan P. Russ & Thomas A. Merrick (Platonic)
Warnings: Angst, spoilers for the story of COD: Ghosts
A short, messy and incoherent drabble because I desired Angst :) Set shortly after the events of the game. Just Merrick and Keegan having a heart-to-heart. Extremely rough around the edges, but this is my first proper dive into writing these characters.
Keegan is cold.
It's nothing new, really. He's always been cold, and not in the emotional sense. Literal. Physical. Running colder than the rest was something of an inside joke for the Ghosts. Or, at least it used to be. Rorke used to rib him about needing an extra layer all the time, and back then he couldn't tell if the man was just joking or genuinely held some sort of distaste for the fact. He never had the courage to ask.
With the perspective he has now... Well the lines only become more blurry. Even now, he's not sure what to think.
The cold is its own type of twisted comfort at this point. The chill of a high vantage point, for example, was familiar, a home he could find almost anywhere, a place to put his heart and no one else could find it; because it is his heart, it's everything he dedicates himself to. Gun at the ready. Eyes sharp. Wits sharper.
But up here, there is no gun. And there is no target. Just him, staring off into the shining lights of a city, distant familiar glimmers taunting him, because of all the things to remain constant in his life, it was the reminder that he's always been alone, far removed from the world around him, isolated in a way that's never felt like a choice, like he had any control over it.
Even in the Ghosts, Keegan had his moments of feeling out of place, especially starting out. A young kid, a quiet kid who didn't actually know how to be... a kid. A person, even. And it's not like anyone around him knew how to do that either - most of them jaded adults who lost any semblence of their youth long before Keegan was even on this earth - so nobody could teach him how. Ajax and Merrick tried, they... really tried... but the lost can't lead the stranded; they barely knew how to act either. So of course, it was an awkward middle ground. Too "mature" to relate to anyone his age, but too young to actually find any sense of belonging outside of Merrick and Ajax.
Even then, he's lucky that they even put up with him. Keegan knows he's not exactly fun to hang out with, even less so when he was younger and lacked any practice in anything that wasn't strictly serious business. Their insistence of including him probably did more than they, or even Keegan himself, realised at the time.  It didn't magically make him into some social butterfly - he still prefers to let others do the talking - but it sure as hell taught him that he had the capacity to be something other than a weapon. It wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but it meant a lot to him. Without them, he figures his life would lack the pitiful embers of warmth it has.
Or perhaps it moreso of an ember, now, seeing as the other one snuffed out not too long ago. Slipped right through his fingertips, ashes whisking away in the wind to join the vast desert comprised of the shit. He wonders, idly, if the rest of the men on that mission greeted Ajax on the other side. Wonders if he's now greeted Elias.
He wonders, ever so bitterly, if he threw away his youth for nothing.
Fourteen men against hundreds. And that now amounts to this: two survivors left to shoulder the weight of a legacy that's since been crushed in the hands of the very fucker that made it.
And for what? A crime none of them even commit. A crime that none of them would ever dream of committing, apart from the son of a bitch persecuting them for it.
Fucking traitor. A roach that refuses to leave, no matter what you do to get rid of it. And now he has Logan, doing god knows what to that poor kid. The kid that Elias had trusted them with.
Fuck. He doesn't even know if Hesh is okay yet.
Familiar footsteps break him out of his thoughts.
"Gonna catch a cold out here, frosty."
"Not how that works," he replies dully, refusing to look away from the distant glimpses of light and life. He hears Merrick sigh, those heavy footsteps slowly approaching until they were right next to him. Merrick slumped down in that spot, looking out at the same skyline with the most resigned, exhausted eyes he's ever seen on the guy. They don't speak for a while, letting the gentle winds fill the dead air between them, until Keegan finally breaks it.
"'s the kid okay?"
Another sigh, shakier this time.
"Stable," Merrick reports, "Kick's watching over him with Riley."
"You know hell's gonna break loose when he wakes up, right?"
"I think hell's what we'll need to actually kill Rorke."
"As if we haven't raised enough of it the last few times we've tried."
"Takes a lot to kill a Ghost."
"Unless you're him," Keegan could taste the bitterness as it rolled off his tongue, "then it's easy pickings across the board,"
"Keegan-"
"We're fucked, Merrick." Keegan hisses, turning to glare at the other, stunning him into silence. "He got Ajax. He got Elias. And now he has Logan. We were barely keeping with it in the first place, nevermind now! We're a thread away from losing everything." At this point, Keegan was shaking, breaths shuddering as words spilled out, built up over who knows how long. "That sick fuck knows he's won, and he took Logan just to piss in the wound."
Merrick breaks through his shock almost immediately, shaking his head. The stress - the loss - had gotten to all of them. Ajax should have been the final straw, the point of no return for Rorke. It should've been the moment where they stopped fucking around and got on with it. And yet here they are. Four men down, the rest breaking apart like glass. In the exact state that Rorke wanted them in.
Fuck that.
"We're going to get him back, Keegan." Merrick refutes, "I know you, brother, and this isn't you. You don't lay down for anyone, especially not Rorke." He watches as Keegan averts his gaze, stubbornly keeping it to the floor. He frowns, and grabs the other man's shoulder, firm but not harsh, "Hey. Look at me."
Keegan isn't a particularly emotional guy. Merrick's known that since they met a whole 22 years ago. Hell, the kid didn't even really joke until a good few months into being friends with him and Ajax. Much like the rest of them, the easiest thing to resort to is anger; raw and powerful, fuel for action and a momentary relief from fear, or hesitation. But Keegan's anger, even so, wasn't exactly the same. Just as brutal, but hardly ever as explosive. It was contained and precise, much like everything Keegan did, much like everything Keegan felt. So when Keegan looked up at him, it almost took him aback to see the amount of grief in those eyes, uninhibited and nothing short of painful.
"I miss them." Keegan chokes out finally, voice fragile and breaking, barely audible. Shame stirs in his stomach, making him nauseous before working its way up, gripping his heart and then balling up to cause a lump in his throat that he tries his best to swallow around. "I miss him." The shame ignites like a gasoline trail, flaring quickly into anger (whether it's at himself or Rorke... it's hard to tell with all the smoke) that only makes him feel more sick. "God damn it, I miss that piece of shit."
And Merrick understands. Because of course he does. Rorke was their leader, the one they all depended on and the one they thought would always guide them instead of turning into the nightmare that he is now. It was the worst fear of any Ghost.
Keegan's head thumps against his shoulder in defeat, and suddenly they weren't in - or just shy of - their 40s. They were teenagers again, with only each other to truly trust in. Just as lost, but even more alone than they ever had been.
"What do we do Merrick?" Keegan mutters, "God, what do we fucking do? It's over... We can't win this shit."
"Look at me." Merrick repeats, almost wincing at seeing Keegan's mournful gaze again. "We're not losing, alright? We're gonna get back out there, we'll find Logan and we'll take down that son of a bitch. For Elias. For Ajax. For everything he's taken from us."
Keegan hesitates, searching Merrick's eyes before sighing, nodding meekly.
"Right. You're right." He almost loses his balance as Merrick pulls him in. Neither of them had ever been the touch-y feel-y sort, far from it actually, especially in Keegan's case; but both of them know this hug is overdue, something they've needed for longer than either wants to admit. And they stay like that, leaning into each other, watching the skyline in silence. For the first time in a while, Keegan takes comfort in warmth.
"It's just us, now, Keegan," Merrick sighs. "Let's make it count."
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#still not over the insane george orwell post that got reblogged onto my dash yesterday#i unfollowed the person who reblogged it#because either A) theyre a tankie or B) their criticial thinking skills are sub-fucking-zero#like 1) the OP of that post was just copying Hakims awful video on Orwell#2) to read animal farm and come out of it with the interpretation that Orwell was saying that the animals and hence the proletariat in the#USSR were just innately unintelligent shows a reading comprehension so bad its not even like piss poor. its piss impoverished#3) if a post is like ''also look X said Y Bad Thing'' without providing any of the context as to where that quote comes from theyre likely#being deliberately mishonest. it is easy to take someone out if context to make it look like they were saying something they werent which is#exactly what the OP of that post was doing. they took one sentence of Orwells writing on the nazis and Hitler to make it look like Orwell#thought Hitler was a swell guy when actually Orwells writing was about the dangers of charismatic tyrants like Hitler and their rhetoric#the entire thing was about how Hitler was able to amass such power and popularity and use that to his advantage#not every despot is so easy to pick out as dangerous or so easy to detest. hitler was hardly the first charismatic tyrant in history#OP also conveniently left out the fact that like the next sentence is orwell being like yeah no i would fucking kill this man which wow#thats a glaring omission. imagine if people decided to look up what OP was refetencing to verify irs veracity#4) OP does not mention that Orwell fought in La Guerra Civil alongside communists and socialists and anarchists etc.#he fought against the nationalists. he took a bullet to the neck during the fight. he was very much against francisco franco and his fascist#regime who were allied with Hitler and the Nazis#mentioning orwells participation in the spanish civil war really undercuts any of those arguments#5) you know who was actually allied with Hitler and Nazi Germany? STALIN#at the beginning of WWII the soviet union and nazi germany were in alliance. stalin and hitler did not have fundamental ideological#differences. if hitler had not betrayed stalin the soviet union would not have joined the allied powers#your uwu anti-fascist communist idol joseph fucking stalin was joseph fucking stalin. he was a fascist dictator whose actions deliberately#caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. he like vladimir lenin before him did not care for the ideals of marx#marxism leninism is a meaningless political ideology#the soviet union was not a communist paradise. neither stalin not lenin cared about the proletariat#i said this in my tag ramble yesterday but if you want to see a leader who actually followed marxist ideals go look up thomas sankara#im just rambling in the tags today to get out the lingering frustration i have
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sirompp · 1 month
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finally beat the monster that is Recurring Dream
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piosplayhouse · 2 years
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Just came across the first unironic scum villain hate I've seen in months wow my blocking system is good. How do you , as a tgcf stan, say that mdzs has "some bad parts but is still ok to publish" but that scum villain "needs to be burned"
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kaeyachi · 1 year
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Short Fanfic
Having been separated from the rest of the party, including Paimon, you and Kaeya decided to traverse the ruins of Khaenri'ah together in hopes to meet up with the rest of the group along the way.
The exploration, so far, has been going well- suspiciously well in fact. Before the party got separated, several groups of hilichurls and abyss order members were scattered around the place, and with how close each group of enemies were, it felt like the fight was never going to stop for a moment.
Suddenly, it's as if all enemies were nonexistent at all. You are unsure if you are going in the right direction all of a sudden...
Kaeya walks ahead of you, seemingly more familiar with the place. He might have been here before.
You let him guide you. He clearly knows better at the moment, and you trust him.
You both continue onward for several minutes. The path grows dimmer, and the area rapidly becomes cooler and far more quiet than before. All you could hear were both of your footsteps and your own breathing. It was unsettling.
He takes a sharp turn, leading you to a cavern. You could barely see anything, but with the faint light still available, you could catch sight of the telltale signs of a familiar enemy.
Startled, you started to back away and take out your sword. The elemental energy to manifest it lit up the area. Archons...the room might be full of ruin guards.
You dart your eyes back to Kaeya, who continues to march onward, unbothered by his surroundings. None of the ruin guards awaken.
'Are all of these inactive?' you wonder to yourself, stashing away your sword, dimming the place once again. You attempt to catch up to Kaeya, who was nearing the halfway point of the room.
You never did quite catch up to him.
He reaches the center, triggering some kind of mechanism at his feet. Hundreds of ruin guards light up simultaneously.
Your heart drops as the area lit up brightly with their eyes. That's far too many, and you're not sure if the both of you could survive this if you stay any longer.
"Kaeya! We need to run NOW!" you yell in a panic, ready to run to your companion to drag him out of the cavern if necessary - but then you see his face. He was... smiling?
That's when you realized...none of the ruin guards are aiming at him...
...they were all aiming at you.
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