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#okay ma lmao
floopdewhoop · 4 months
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My mother, with all the grave solemnity of one about to divulge some world-shattering, life-or-death type shit: “Miercoles, I forgot — I have to tell you before we walk in [to work]…” *proceeds to spill the professional and personal tea on every other company/employee that also works in the communal workspace*
Also my mother, when I accuse her of being a chismosa: *genuinely surprised and offended* “I am NOT, I just hear everything!”
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onlyzhuyilong · 8 months
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Zhu Yilong’s reactions to OTRF Author Yu Hua (Laoshi) praising his acting, his character, his dedication, and saying he’s a true artist. [X]
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ttrpgsmoved · 4 months
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oh god i forgot that randan is soon. i hope my mum doesnt make us follow it 😭😭
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officialpenisenvy · 6 months
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un simpatico effetto collaterale dell'essere un fuorisede a cui piace fare serata è che ho visto termini praticamente a tutte le ore del giorno per un motivo o per un altro. ed è sinceramente bellissimo vedere la gente (i miei amici/i miei parenti/sconosciuti a caso sui social) che dice ah sì perché termini di notte non ci metterei piede nemmeno con le guardie giurate. della serie okay non è il posto migliore del mondo né di giorno né di notte ma manco a fa così è letteralmente un posto normale in cui devi stare un attimo accorto non è tor bella monaca non è il cesso di saw 2004 e non è il giardino delle delizie di bosch. ripiamose n'attimo
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italictext · 1 month
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Hurray!! My sister came out to my mum as bi/pan and told ma she had a girlfriend and it went well! She's not 100% supportive but we'll get there
#My mom actually found out about her girlfriend back in February but didn't tell anyone she knew#And although she knew she still allowed my sister and her “bestie” to hang out and even let my sister's gf sleep in our house lol#Our aunt also knows and she's supportive (which is not surprising because my aunt is a lesbian lol)#Dad doesn't know yet and my sister is not ready to tell him because he's more homophobic than ma#He'll probably be unsupportive in the beginning but will be accepting eventually because his sister is literally a lesbian lmao#And although she's a lesbian dad still loves her because they're siblings and mom and dad even bought my aunt's gf/wife a rainbow cake lol#But they did hide that my aunt and her “best friend” were actually gay from us during our childhood because#“ohh kids won't understand and being gay is inappropriate for kids and we don't want them to turn gay”#So like. Not 100% supportive but at least it's not “GAYS ARE EVIL IM DISOWNING YOU FROM OUR FAMILY NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!!!”#Oh right and my mom is bi and she told us it's okay and normal to like the same gender as long as you don't act on it#And talked about having a crush on a girl when she was younger but never doing anything about it because she knows it's a sin#I think my parents are more transphobic than homophobic tbh#I have a trans relative and they interact with her and talk to her but they always misgender her#I don't think I'm going to come out as trans anytime soon#There was this one time they were mocking nonbinary people and they/them pronouns and ouch lol#But yayyy I'm happy for my sister!!
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fairebye · 4 months
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" mr soldier.. um .. if you had a choice between chocolate-chip and m & m's even sugar cookies. which would you like for christmas? "
an    invitation    given     by     aerith,     to     join    in    the     holiday    cheer / decorating    7th HEAVEN    for     the    festive    holiday    within     sector     seven.     in     fact,    not     only     did     the     sector     where     Cloud    and     his     companions     lived     decide    to    bring     𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓻    to    their     respective     homes,     but     other     places     made     the     same     decision.    in     sector    five,     Zack    had    lent     a    hand     to     the     𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓇,     adorning    their    home     with    beautiful     𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤    both     inside    and     out.    elmyra,     the     mother    of    aerith,     played     a    significant     role    in    the    cessation    of    the     tradition     of     ᴇᴍʙᴇʟʟɪꜱʜɪɴɢ     every     door    in    the     house    with ​    🇭​​🇴​​🇲​​🇪​​🇲​​🇦​​🇩​​🇪​     wreaths,     hanging     stockings    on     each     windowsill,     tying    giant     ʳᵉᵈ ʳⁱᵇᵇᵒⁿˢ ,    and     even     incorporating     𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐞.    in    the     woman's     own     words:    how about embellishing the entire sector in a holiday cheer, rather than our home. everywhere I go it's nothing but Christmas.
from     the     orphanage,    to     every     stall    in    the     sector;     everyone's    faces    shined    brightly     than    ever.    zack's    heart     warmed     and    a     smile     spread     across     his     face    as     he    took    in    the     sight of everyone's joyful smiles and laughter.     it     only    𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭    his     determination     to     protect     the    people    as    a     𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎.     whether    it     was     tackling    𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤     that     involved     eliminating     pesky     monsters     or    providing     aid     to    an     elderly     woman     by    ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ     her     groceries     home,     he was always ready to help.    so     when    he     had    stayed     behind     to     help     elmyra    with     the     heavy     work,    aerith     had     gone     to    visit     their    other    friends.
upon     her     return     in     the     evening,    she     eagerly    informed    Zack    about     the    𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭     get-together     where    everyone     would     come    together    to     decorate     the     place.     when     the    day    had    reached,     it     took    long    to     𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖     and    help    set     up    the    bar.    with     the    hours    coming    and     going,     the     decorations    that     everyone     had     put    up     slowly     came     together    until    finally    later     in     the    day,    the    ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ    was     complete.     when    everyone    started     to     relax,     it     was     then     he    saw     @remissee ,     barret's     daughter    come     up     to    him.     frontal    view     with     an    ​🇮​​🇳​​🇶​​🇺​​🇮​​🇸​​🇮​​🇹​​🇮​​🇻​​🇪​    look,     a    query     that     weighed    her    thoughts.     he    had     to    wonder:     did she want to ask him something?    a     𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠     physique    of     a     small    body,    til    finally    marlene     came     up     to    him    and    spoke.
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cookies?     for     christmas?     for     him?!     a    smile    'pon     frontal     view    of     his     facial    [ expression ],    weighing     the    answer     on     his    mind.     giving    zack     the     𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲    between     two     flavors,     it     was    quite     hard    to    pick.     "    well,    can     I    pick     both?     "     he     asked     back,     vocals     of     a    𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴    pup.     "    if     so,     then     I'll     pick    both    of    them.    if     not    then     I'll     pick    chocolate    chip.     "
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sumireviku · 2 months
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xillia 2 being the literal only game without a DMA... bad ending DMA when
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eluvixnsarchived · 4 months
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back in a&e again and its a different a&e and wowowo people here are wild
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lunarruled · 5 months
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@allxmadxdownxhere
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softestepilogue · 2 years
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okay but 100% buck would let chris curse in front of them and eddie would just be like “oh yeah no you’re not gonna teach my son that white nonsense.”
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onlyzhuyilong · 8 months
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Zhu Yilong laughing at Yu Hua Laoshi saying “the scene with the burning camera (in the film) was symbolic as it reflects a venting of anger for the cast and crew of the whole film towards the author and the source material (the novella).”
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camels-pen · 10 months
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you are a person that is looked up to. respected. sought out for certain types of help, on occasion. a very important figure.
you make many friends in order to help you with your responsibilities and it never takes long for you to consider them family. they bicker and fight on occasion, but they are your precious family. you love them and they love you just as much. they care for you and look out for you, to a point sometimes you would consider yourself spoiled, but they insist it's the least they could do for you, because you are an important person, but also because you are loved. you are so so loved.
you become ill one day. nothing much, just a small cold, but your family frets and frets, trying to make you feel better. the cold doesn't go away, always this small annoyance to you, but you grin and bear it, because you don't want them to fret any longer.
you start getting pains on the back of your neck. little ones, at first, but more and more started to come, started to hurt in different places around your neck. your closest friend and guide, practically a doting grandmother to you, takes to rubbing your shoulders and your nape when she can, and when she can't, she'll get one of the younger ones to do it instead. you try to grin and bear it as best you can and, eventually, they stop fretting as much. your guide scolds everyone else, certain that someone must be stressing you out enough to get hurt. your bonds with your family are special after all, and negative thoughts and actions can really hurt you. the others gasp and shake their heads, saddened that one of them hurt you, but they mostly take it in stride.
the neck pains never go away.
you gain a new member of the family. a handsome young man with little to offer in terms of aiding you in your duties, but he does his best. regardless, you are happy to have him. and it's always amusing for a new helper to get so nervous around you. the following days are fun and content, watching him get used to the family and the various mishmash of tasks that must be done. you take him on a few of your outings and he is greatly overwhelmed, but he is observant. he aids you in keeping mind of the details, the little things that might slip through or be lost in the big picture. he is clumsy and he is new, but he too, might make a fine guide one day, should the need arise.
you become ill again.
it is not a simple cold, this time.
you hardly know what is happening around you anymore. your guide came to visit in the morning and you could hardly muster a greeting before she pulled back the blanket to expose your bare back.
you have a feeling you know what she saw. you don't want to think about it.
your guide excuses herself and through the door to your room you can hear her faint reprimands—much sterner and less forgiving than the last time—and mentions of holding rituals to purify each and every member of the family. the pain is horrible, you writhe on your bed to try to escape it, and you wish, more than anything, to be able to stand and tell them you're alright. to lie to them that everything's fine. that you will surely survive.
you hear as the last ritual is completed. your pain has worsened by the end of it. it's unbearable now. you can hardly speak anymore, but you are still capable of sound. still capable of making grunts and gasps and wheezes.
your family are arguing outside and you can hardly hear them now, but things don't sound good. you feel the illness spread further. it's covering your neck completely, most of one arm, and much of your face.
you don't know what to do.
you know exactly what you need to do.
you won't do it.
someone does it for you.
someone like you. an important figure, but not one that is looked up to. one that is feared.
you are present, when it happens. you are in the middle of this family you can barely recognize anymore, this family whose bonds are in tatters, as they are taken away.
as they are killed.
you are stuck, physically stuck. the pain steals your movement, but there is someone—something else holding you down. you cannot move. you cannot stop this. you are forced to hear their dying screams as they call out for help. as they call out, for you, to help.
you beg—with your hoarse and pain ridden voice, you beg and beg and beg for this person who is like you to stop this slaughter.
you tell this person who is like you that your family is good, is gentle, and to please please stop—to not kill any others.
you don't know if this person who is like you couldn't hear your strained whispers or if your words fell on deaf ears, but this person who is like you does not listen.
your family calls out for help again. they reach out to you, for protection. you reach out to them, a small fickle hope that you could at least save—
light. sunlight was filtering in through the window.
you hear someone come in.
it's the new member, the clumsy one.
now, the only member.
he says he is incapable of protecting you. he says you should find new helpers, friends, family. he says this, after having cared for you tirelessly on his own for so long, while you have barely had the will to move.
he starts to say something else, but you can't take it.
you tell him, in a quivering voice, "I never want to go through that again."
you cling to his lap and say, "I don't need any others!"
you cry and bury your face in his thighs and exclaim, "All I need is you!"
it takes time, but you pick yourself up, and—despite your words—you find new helpers, new friends, new family. but unlike before, you let any and all you find into your home, regardless of how suitable they are to helping you. unlike before, the risks of getting ill are higher, but you don't care. you need to make up for letting your family die. you need to always take in those who need it, to make up for those you failed.
and unlike before, you will not allow your family to die.
your name is Bishamonten and the next time you see the Yato God, you will kill him.
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bilrost · 2 years
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moonystarman · 2 years
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james and sirius calling eachother ma puce and sirius hating it bc james has a terrible french accent
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dykexenomorph · 11 months
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okay ur reblog reminded me about it, so
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can i get a rundown of what soma is about and/or what you like about it?
YES ABSOLUTELY ILL DO MY BEST OMG, the basic gist is tht you're stuck in an underwater research facility thats been unintentionally taken over by the staff's technology. i don't wanna give too much away plot-wise but it gets a lot into the idea of what it means to be human/how much can you change until you're not one anymore.
for me, i really enjoy that talking point in games and movies and such so soma ALREADY catered pretty heavily towards me, but i also just think its an incredibly good game?? like it really nails its creature/monster design and the setting it puts you in does a really good job of keeping you immersed and creating a certain kind of atmosphere tht u need in a horror game, if tht makes sense!!
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tardis--dreams · 2 years
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Aaalright cut the courses from 12 down to 8 and am strongly considering dropping another one but let's see after today's first session
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