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everytime joe is on my screen i wanna squish his cheeks and eat him and give him the biggest warmest hug and put him in this comfortable cage where he’ll be safe forever. guys this parasocialism shit goes crazy………
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I will never sleep alone (never without you) Whatever you say to me I already know If I said something to you You would take those words There's so much power in those words
#Nekaya D'Angelo#Kaya#Nekaya#witch#immotal#Evan Thompson#wolf shifter#ts3#sims3#sims 3#simblr#inbetweendreams
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[💀] - Here is a quick run down of my Weird West au.
Law's family dies in a house fire started by a gang of criminals. In his own desire to survive, Law makes a deal with a devil on accident. This deal makes him functionally unkillable. You shoot him dead, and he'll get back up an hour later. For a time, he will be dead, but he never stays that way, and when he wakes up again, Law is perfectly healed. He keeps a journal to document the different time frames for his many deaths. He can also talk to the dead because he's been to the otherside.
Law is still a doctor, for what that's worth in the cowboy era. He's also the leader of a gang of criminals and an accomplished confidence man. He can sell you a worn boot with a smile and a surety that it will get you where you're going. He's known for his schemes and swindles and can talk his way out of any problem.
Basically, he's Jonah Hex mixed with Dutch van der Linde from Red Dead Redemption, and yes, he also eventually goes mad like Dutch does.
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I'm so fucking tired of everything
Of this stuck loop I've been into since the pandemic started (but more with my current job since June 2021)
It's like a monotonous and neurosis inducing limbo in which I'm further stuck with the toxic cycle of depression-substance abuse-possible adhd and it's do hard to get out
Taking slow and size varying steps but it's not enough
It's becoming worse lately, I can barely tolerate the people I live with. There's nothing I wish more than to have my own place just me and my dog, and no one else, at least for quite a while (except for more animals ofc, the only ones who truly brighten a home without ever giving you bitter moments). Which is hard becos gentrification and still doable ofc but it'd be like a medium-term goal (especially cos I'm not sharing).
Also I've been more aware cos lately I'm exclusively smoking hashish (except for this weekend, and yeah, definitely putting regular consumption of weed aside for some time, for this and other [dysmorphia/dysphoria/ed] related reasons) and yeah no.
And it's kinda messy and got it sorted in my head but the people around me don't respect me (and for the most part I don't care except it shows in certain interactions that have been irritating me A LOT lately) and like don't expect anything from me but some of them are also kind of disappointed in very this passive aggressive and cunty way. And I hate it and I been hating interacting with them (which isn't that often but even the shortest interactions with most of them are enough for me to feel annoyed for a while) and I can't even complain cos they'd be like tf u on? Y u overreacting? So sensitive must be the drugs and again the scenario where everyone is allowed to be angry and call people out be assertive and be emotional except fucking me (apparently is related to the cancer Mars curse, that horrendous and useless placement)
And I just wish my domestic life wasn't this stressful and because I'm a body freak I got all my reactions and ticks in check and so my body has to find ways to let out the stress (even though I work out every day sometimes quite intensely) also this is where weed usually came in but again had been giving me headaches lately plus the binge eating and yeah the smell cos paranoia and again the cycle
I feel so trapped and I feel so stuck
And I just wish I could just one day wake up and being a workaholic and get out from here
#personal#super long rant l#and like obviously i got plans and ideas#which i hate to announce becos usually they get ruined for telling others#but that also makes it seem like immot doing anything#and i just sighs#also tonight really feeling that death wish but atm the moment don't really feel like killing myself#came across a cautionary story some months ago and...yeah no#but god the deathwish is strong ngl#but then i also think of my dog (always my dog)#and i just know he would always be an afterthought for everyone#and no one would put up with all the special care his meds and baths and everything he needs#i hope that least he can live his final years (he's middle aged atm) in his own place not sharing with other dogs#and me not sharing with other people#isn't that just peaceful and beautiful
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Phoenix
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4•24•24
Some dates must be captured— too aesthetically pleasant to allow to float on by on the streams of time that wander toward history and so this is what to do— immortalize them! (Spenser did it; so can you.) Set an ambush in the river, spread the net out wide and catch those numbers before they fall off the mountainside. Then write a little something shaped (at least) like a poem and…
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to the immot joists names are entirely inconsequential, they understand the human soul as a flickering flame, an uncontrollable infinite spirit that is only caged by an unchanging name. Some of them choose names that they keep consistently, while others change their names daily, it is the norm. In speech they may even say something along the lines of “today I am hatred.” or “now I am a ball of fire.” after which conversation partners can be inclined to call them by those names for a time
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DAY 12: HOODIE
13:IMMOTAL
14: CHEATING
Just stuffed a bunch of prompts into 1 because I LOST A BIT OF MOTIVATION (dont worry i stole it BACK BITCHESSS)
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“La danza della neve” di Ada Negri
Sui campi e sulle strade
silenziosa e lieve
volteggiando, la neve
cade.
Danza la falda bianca
nell’ampio ciel scherzosa,
Poi sul terren si posa
stanca.
In mille immote forme
sui tetti e sui camini,
sui cippi e sui giardini
dorme.
Tutto d’intorno è pace;
chiuso in oblio profondo,
indifferente il mondo
tace.
❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄
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commission for @immot of serge [they/it] and dio [xey/xem]!!
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"Versi per Blok" poesia di Marina Cvetaeva
Il tuo nome: un uccello nella mano, il tuo nome: ghiaccio sulla lingua. Un solo movimento delle labbra. Il tuo nome in tutto cinque lettere. Una piccola palla ghermita in aria, un sonaglio d'argento sulla bocca. Petra gettata in un placido stagno, singhiozza come il suono del tuo nome. Nel colpo degli zoccoli notturni, il tuo nome rumoroso rimbomba. Lo scatto del grilletto lo pronuncia ad alta voce per noi.
Il tuo nome - ah, impossibile! Il tuo nome: un bacio sugli occhi, nel dolce freddo delle immote palpebre, Il tuo nome è un bacio sulla neve. Acqua di sorgente, gelida e blu, il sonno è profondo col tuo nome.
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I had a new spicy fantasy roleplay idea im just *dripping* for.
A woman cursed with immotality and regeneration is gifted to a sadistic tinker-torturer. He can test all his machines and torture methods on her, knowing she cannot die. Pulling her joints apart on a rack. Breaking her bones to fit bigger and bigger tools into her holes, knowing the damage will heal to mold around them. Tying her up in ways that cut off air or damage nerves, knowing she'll survive. Using gator clips on her nipples and clit, then using heat and electricity to burn and electrocute her. Keeping a vibrator on or in her while he breaks her so she's forced to associate pain with pleasure. And when he's done, throwing her into a cage with food and drink laced with aphrodisiacs to keep her needy.
Anyone want to play a tinker-torturer? 🥺
#cnc free use#free use slvt#rough cnc#cnc k!nk#free use cnc#spicy asks#nsft tumblr#sexy roleplay#abuse k1nk#bd/sm k!nk
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"Nevicata" - Poesia di Ada Negri
Sui campi e su le strade Silenzïosa e lieve, Volteggiando, la neve Cade. Danza la falda bianca Ne l'ampio ciel scherzosa, Poi sul terren si posa Stanca. In mille immote forme Sui tetti e sui camini, Sui cippi e nei giardini Dorme. Tutto dintorno è pace: Chiuso in oblìo profondo, Indifferente il mondo Tace…. Ma ne la calma immensa Torna ai ricordi il core, E ad un sopito amore Pensa.
#collage#collage✂️#tutto collage#revistas#collage analogico#analog collage#quotes#art#collage art#tutto_collage#ada negri#poesia#snow#nieve
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Aye aye, my Captain!
This is the final product of a whole story @greengreekeyes25 and myself did during all these months. We did so many Pirates AU's by now, I think all that energy and ideas deserve a good final tribute. And this is mine (the wip is here if you are curious.)
I wanted to take a break of commissions and to practice more this "realistic painting" style. By the way, they were based on rl pirates, the poses are from two anonimous individuals and they were perfect for each one's attitude.
Hope you like it!~
Headcanons (because I studied a lot for the roleplaying and for this) and closeups behind the cut~
They've got details sakjdnskjda.
About the story:
Arthur (James) Kirkland is called the Tiger of The Seven Oceans, because he's a ferocious, scared and invincible captain, very well respected in the pirate community. The nickname came because when they were younger, he made a bet with his twins siblings (the Irelands) about each victory for them would be marked on his body as a tattoo. The result is, in the end, he fulled his shoulders and arms, so his older brother (Scott) told him he looked like a malasian tiger.
Pirates had their vanity; when they were immotalized in paitings and portraits they used their best clothing and weapons. This composition is inspired in real pirate paintings, so it is a mix of the fandom looking and real ones. The green stripes in the red coat represent the marks of the tiger (in green because they're tiny emeralds). They're the same shape as in his body. And the green pins in the chest are each captain he decapitated.
Colors were chosen for Greek, and they make a good contrast about energies and the elements each one have; Port is more an explorer and teacher, apparently calmer, and England is more aggresive and direct. The pose and the way of looking mark that too.
We had a matelotage, a legal marriage between pirates - that's why the gold rings. And this is the only historical register of how they looked; this was painted the same day of the famous "weeding", in which there were present remarkable pirates such as Francis (Corsaire l' Terror of Le Havre ) , Sadiq and Yao ("The Kings of the East" / muluk alsharq / Dōngfāng zhī wáng ) and Antonio ("El León de la Iberia"). Big good party.
How the couple met? What happened with them? it's a mistery. You can find them in a museum )?
It's the said that a lot of pirates tought that love was no real, and it was all a big performance to ensure their names; but others were there and testifed the union: two lines remembered in the chronicles of that time: "My heart is in your hands now, love of mine." " Then I will keep it with me forever." ... But maybe it's a tale.
The couple and their love was legendary, beyond their pirate actions. They were the best example of partners, friends and lovers. Arthur was known as a very harsh person, brutal and mean; but with Gabriel he was the kindest lad in the sea.
#hetalia#aph portugal#aph england#engport#porteng#piratalia#aupirates#pirates au#hwsengland#hws portugal#hws england#these old ladies of the sea filled our hearts#so yeah those sassy poses are from real sassy pirates
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Can I get immotality by drink a phoenix blood
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