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dear orange, we know a lot more than you think…
But forget it, you have nothing to worry about, no one is suffering, or unhappy, or trapped, or abandoned, or forgotten, or in the void.
everyone is fine, everyone is happy, you are happy, that's all that really matters!
"You're just a coward hiding behind a screen. Piss Off."
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[A Ghost in the Machine 1 Year Ask Event]
#Ghost Machine 1Y Ask Event#Sammy8D art#animator vs animation#alan becker#A Ghost in the Machine#Ghost Machine comic#ava#“Orange”#the victim#ava victim#Sammy8D queues#whoop there it is#Sammy8D Stick Stuff
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From the official Facebook page
#whoop there it is#phantom of the opera#poto west end revival#poto cast change#jon robyns#holly anne hull#paige blankson#earl carpenter
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“This wasn’t a new concept that Bill was gay, that’s in the game.”
- HBO’s The Last of Us Podcast.
#whoop there it is#if you didn’t like it#cry about it#because it was ALWAYS there#bill x frank#bill and Frank#bill tlou#frank tlou#the last of us#tlou#the last of us hbo#tlou hbo#Nick offerman#murray bartlett#neil druckmann#craig mazin#troy baker
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*distant sounds of crab intensifies*
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203 Prayers / 304 The Diary
#obxedit#tvedit#jjkie#outer banks#usercallie#userhann#userzhr#userbrigid#televisiongifs#teendramaedit#obx gifs#jj maybank#kiara carrera#anti jiara#whoop there it is
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Republicans are basically people who want to preserve “these United States” by…undermining American laws, tearing apart American national infrastructure, sabotaging the American Constitution, getting American children killed, spreading baseless conspiracy theories about beloved American public figures, vandalising America’s historical landmarks, flying the flag of foreign powers that killed American citizens…
#blackcur-rants#ask#politics for ts#whoop there it is#theocratic white supremacist fascism is a helluva drug
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Dick: It's this lifestyle- our line of work.
We live so fast; every day the world spins more and more rapidly, and by the time we remember to stop and look back, we fail to see the brick wall crashing towards us.
Sometimes it's a spectacular end; other times- we just go splat.
Dick: So I've been trying to look back a little more, while I still can. And I wanted to apologize to you, for my previous actions-
Chad: You don't have to do that.
Dick: No, I do. I want to. Please- just hear an Old Agent out.
Dick: Chad, your father and I were- well many many years ago we were close.
Chad: How close exactly?
Dick: A few vodka martinis, a few hands in places they shouldn't be, all while locked in a Selvadoradian Cartel bathroom close.
Chad: You're fucking kidding me.
Dick: I wish I was.
Dick: For a time I was so enamored with him, he could have told me to jump, and I'd do it in an instant- no parachute.
It became this strong denial; he'd always pretend nothing had happened. Until we'd have a few drinks, and the cycle would repeat.
He hated that part of himself.
Chad: That's so fucked up.
Dick: For years this cycle continued. He was my friend and mentor, and I was like an addict- thinking maybe this time, this time I'll break through, this time I'll be good enough.
Chad: So he just gaslit you all that time?
Dick: Eventually Simone caught on to what was happening and had me transferred to a different office.
I was able to snap back to reality, continue my career; I stopped falling for the act and moved on.
But when I got transferred back to cover your probation…
Chad: Don't-
Dick: Like I said, you deserve an apology.
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Libraries are the best.
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Wellp. Gale's secret finally popped. O.O
Hector gave him another magical artifact to consume - the third such so far...and, concerningly, Gale seems to be developing a tolerance.
Given that he seems to be struggling more and more with trying to feed whatever hunger is driving the need for these objects, he came to the decision to tell Hector and the group the full truth.
About time, Hector thinks wearily.
The story Gale tells is, in brief: he was such a prodigy at magic and so connected to the Weave that Mystra herself took him as a student and eventually as a lover. In his human arrogance, unsatisfied, he desired for her to show him the deep secrets of magic and the Weave that are beyond the capacity of mortals to understand and manipulate.
Needless to say, Mystra told him to chill out, but he didn't listen.
He tells the story of the power he sought instead. "Once upon a very long time ago, a mighty lord lived in a tower. A flying tower to be precise. I'll save his history for another time, but the gist of it is that he sought to usurp the goddess of magic so that he could become a god himself. He almost managed, but not quite, and his entire empire, Netheril, came crashing down around him as he turned to stone."
The destructive force of the energy released when this lord died shattered the Weave, and magic was lost to the realms until Mystra returned and reconstructed it. Gale learned of a lost shard of the Weave that she missed, sealed away in a Netherese tome.
"What if, I thought-- what if after all this time, I could return this lost part of herself to the goddess."
Hector can already see where this is going, but he answers as if by rote, "What was the answer to that question?"
"The answer was to try. The outcome was to fail. I was certain that this deed of raw power draped in romance would convince Mystra to take me by the hand and welcome me into her hitherto forbidden domains. I was mistaken. I obtained the fabled book and took it into my study. As for what happened next..."
He pauses, crouches down and reaches out a hand, his eyes fixed on Hector's. "Here. Please your hand over my heart. Let me show you."
It feels like a strange mockery of the moment a few nights ago, in which Gale offered to show him the magic of channeling the Weave, and the warm contentment that went with it. This is also an expression of welcome into a private experience - but darkened, twisted.
Hector leans forward, presses his palm over the other man's chest.
The light bursts around them, the power enveloping them both - no gentle cradling of the Weave this time but the harsh texture of the tadpole's connection. Pain stabs through Hector's temple and he fights to focus as the imagery begins to flood through him.
Narrator: You feel the tadpole quiver as you realize Gale is letting you in. Into the dark. You see through Gale's eyes, staring down the corridors of a dread memory. A book, bound, then suddenly opened.
Narrator: Inside there are no pages, only a swirling mass of blackest Weave that pounces. Its teeth, its claws - it's unstoppable as it digs through and becomes part of you. And gods, is it ever-hungry...
His palm feels fused against Gale's chest. His eyes are squeezed shut. He is conscious only of the vision of that encroaching, all-consuming darkness. For a moment, he has the panicky feeling that he cannot escape the memory, that he is trapped in it, bound into it...
Dimly he can hear Karlach shouting something. The alarm in her voice seems to jar something in him, and he wrenches his eyes open.
"How are you...still alive?" he gasps out weakly, struggling for breath, to regain his sense of himself from within that mass of the other man's memories.
Gale looks up at him, still clinging to his hand as if for support, the pale glow of the Weave illuminating the lines of fear and grief on his face. "Thankfully, the moment I absorbed the fragment wasn't enough to kill me outright. It was only the beginning. This Netherese blight, this orb for lack of a better word, is balled up inside my chest. And it needs to be fed. As long as I absorb traces of the Weave from potent enough sources, it remains quiet. Were it ever to fully destabilize, however..."
With an effort, Hector steps back, pulls his hand away, breaks the connection between them. "Go on," he says, though he does not want to hear the answer.
Gale looks away. "I will...erupt. I don't know the exact magnitute of the eruption, but given my studies of Netheres magic, I'd say even a fragment as small as the one I carry..." A long, pregnant silence. "It'd level a city the size of Waterdeep."
Hector stares at him. Selune protect us...
Gale is a walking bomb.
"I trusted you," he says, his voice not so much reproachful as tired, full of this new worry and how it will add to all the others. "You should have told me."
Gale stands up slowly, not meeting his eyes. "I know. All of this - it must feel like a betrayal. Say the word, and we'll part ways."
Hector doesn't say anything for a long few moments. Of course this latest revelation is terrifying. But so was Astarion's. So was Wyll's. So, even, was Karlach's chest full of flame or Shadowheart's loyalty to Shar.
And with each of these, ultimately the answer has been clear. They are in this together, for better or for worse. And it is certainly not better for Gale to be traveling on his own than to have help in preventing this cataclysm.
And...Hector knows him a little by now. He knows in spite of this catastrophic error in judgment...he is a good man.
"We've come this far together, and we'll continue on together. That is how it will be."
He glances at the others. Karlach is nodding; her eyes reflect her own anxiety but she does not for a moment question the decision. Shadowheart looks a little more skeptical, arms crossed, watching Gale intently - but she does not interfere.
Gale's eyes widen, and then a smile breaks across his face, relief and gratitude intermixed. "That is a great relief. Oh, a great relief indeed!" He hesitates, then reaches out and takes one of Hector's hands in both of his, clutching it tightly for a moment. "You truly are a soul that steels my own. From all my new-rallied heart I thank you." He looks past Hector to their other companions. "I thank you all. I understand if you stand against me. I'm humbled if you stand with me. Either way, I will do my best not to let you down. I stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall I. I'll fight. I'll resist, as long as I can."
He lets Hector's hand fall, and his smile fades, replaced by a look of determination. "Now - even I am tired of the sound of my own voice. Let us venture forth."
#bjk plays baldur's gate 3#hector carlisle#whoop there it is#i sort of figured it might be something like this#i've been rereading a wizard of earthsea recently and this sort of reminds me of one of the major plot points there#i wonder if it was inspired at all by it
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Update: the bit that was in the wrong tense has now been fixed
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“Soldier, Rich Man, Scoundrel,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #14.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit
#Marvel#Marvel comics#Marvel 616#latest release#Moon Knight vol. 9#Moon Knight 2021#Moon Knight comics#Moon Knight#Marc Spector#Steven Grant#Mr. Knight#WHOOP THERE IT IS#what are you going to do Marc? box in the mind again?#but yeah in continuing this run’s conversation with the Bemis run#(in addition to referencing the face thing from Huston’s run)#it appears we’re swinging back to as bellicose as Jake might be#Marc was the one that went down the path to A) be a lethal weapon for hire and B) make the more extreme life choices#imo at least…I definitely can’t say I mind#it’s definitely a more classic interpretation of the dynamic between the alters#and the difference between Jake and Marc particularly#and then there’s the fact that!!! yeah!!! Marc can make horrible choices in a way that is completely unrelated to his DID#which I believe is a fascinating angle to analyze#far less “Marc is undeniably a violent war criminal because of his DID-unrelated instability”#and more “Marc is a violent war criminal who also happens to have DID”#reconciling two very key parts of Marc and his backstory without turning him into a bad stereotype
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#whoop there it is#i just had a conscious thought and realized why i spent the last two months binging medical dramas#(tbh idek how long its been)#(i just know it's been... a while)#[it's really so absolutely wonderful having a sick brain and just constantly losing yourself in different colored clouds of fog]#but yeah#anyway#i just saw one of the patients on a gurney#and i thought: i wish that was me#i was thinking about it while watering the lawn#today i self-sabotaged bc i was too lazy#at least that's what my mind is saying#i really don't know#either way#i knew since i was 10years old that i would've given my life to anyone who wanted to live#so that i didn't have to#idk i'm extra emotional today bc of my period or bc i didnt take my meds this morning (that was the self sabotage)#yeah im a very healthy person i know#ignore me#truth is all i wanna do is cry
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Surprise, surprise
#sass watches cdramas#Killer and Healer#cdramas#Killer and Healer rewatch#zhao jingming#zhan junbai#whoop there it is#the big reveal#but now you're going to have to die to keep it a secret because jiang yuelou cannot find out
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A VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.
your name: you know..
your age: 26
your perfect date: anything that involves u &/in me
make out in private or in public?: wherever we want
do you like to cuddle?: you, yes.
tell me something about you: i’d kill for you. i’d probably die for you too.
why do you want to be my valentine?: because i’ve been addicted to you since the day we met. it’s just another day, but with you it’s all the wetter…fuck, i mean better…*tee-hee*. ❤️🔥😏
A VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.
A lewd smirk crept over Leto's face as their initial thoughts came direct from their cock, which was eager - as always- to be buried balls deep inside Faora, though it wasn't too picky over where exactly. Such was the effect she had on them, and Leto was convinced by this point that only Faora has this power over them. They couldn't get enough of how it felt inside her. It was different than any other experience, like it went beyond a physical boundary. She was like the first drag of a cigarette in the morning, that deep body-stone from good weed, and the rush that came with watching the life leave someone's eyes. All of that mixed into one. Or, though Leto had zero experience on this, a shot of pure China White in the arm. Addicted, as she said, was a good word for them.
Such thoughts cleared away their lusty haze and gave them pause, hanging on to her proclamation of being willing to kill for them and probably die for them.
If it seemed it was all about the sex for them, they regretted that impression. There was more than that between them. Sure, they would fight sometimes like two mangy dogs, bruising not only their emotions but also their bodies, and often breaking shit around them. And yeah, this was their vicious cycle, fucking and doing couple shit and sharing kills and then breaking up temporarily, but shit... there were deep feelings within Leto for her. They just hadn't really said them aloud before.
Hands clasped her cheeks as their mouth claimed hers, kissing her hard. Lips smacked together before parting wide, their tongue darting out to fondle hers. The kiss deepened then, slowing down and seeming to go on for minutes. When they pulled back, resting their forehead to hers breathlessly, they still had no idea how to describe how they felt for her... yet there was a HORRIBLY OVERUSED TURN OF PHRASE that existed which might enlighten Faora. It was a sentence often said in the movies but fuck, it was the best they could do.
"I think I love you, Fae," they blurt before they can chicken out. "Maybe that'sh not what you want from me. I can't help it, though, pet, I feel what I feel. You're like... I dunno, it'sh hard to believe you're real sometimesh. Like you stepped out from some low budget horror movie that'sh maybe actually a porno, an' I can't get enough."
#tramaqueen#answered#WHOOP THERE IT IS#scyllaandcharybdis (faora)#mystockingsprovemyvirtue#smutty but mushy ftw
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I was today years old when I realized that as much as I wanted to have the grace, poise and loveliness of a Disney princess…
I ended up being a mixture of these three loafs:
#hercules#disney#disney movies#hades#disney hercules#pain and panic#disney princess moodboard#like why#i ain’t mad at it#whoop there it is#my personality#never grow up#all grown up#i’m fine
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