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feeling a lot like richie these days. no purpose
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starting to understand one another
#there's no gale in this im sorry#lae'zel#tav#bg3#baldurs gate 3#sune#act 1 sune#oh yeah i guess karlach's in there too#karlach#it's not laezel's fault everyone speaks in riddles and she's the only one brave enough to be mean#i dated lae'zel in act 1 before the wizard brainworms took over#shes always my beloved ex gf
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there will be no ‘hear me out’!! either get on this crazy old man slut train or get lost, losers!!
#rust cohle my beloved#pookie!#red speaks#rust cohle#true detective#true detective season 1#shitpost#crazy pussy or bust
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HAPPY NATIONAL CAT DAY 🩷🩷
Some of my fave cats for yall:
#asthmatic posts#asthmatic speaks#formula 1#f1#osco my beloved#oscar piastri#oscat piastri#oscat#catsoftheworld#national cat day
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Randomly thinking about “tolerate it” (narrator voice: it was not random) and how under the cloak of fiction it is ostensibly inspired by works like “Rebecca” (which Taylor said she read during the 2020 lockdowns I believe?), with the line of “you’re so much older and wiser” indicating that the speaker is significantly younger and inexperienced compared to the person she’s speaking to and a pretty direct reference to the plot of the book.
But I saw something somewhere once that stuck with me about how it might not be referring to relative age between the characters but chronological age as in the passage of time in a relationship. And that made me think about how in a contemporary context, it might not necessarily be referencing an actual age gap between the two characters, but rather a sarcastic or cynical response to the man’s claims that he has matured (“you’re so much older and wiser [than you were before/than you were when we met/etc.]”), which then made me think about that line in relation to the woman. And that it could be taken like, “you act like you’ve matured so much in our time together and like you know everything, while I’m supposedly still stuck as the girl I was when we first met.”
Which then made me think of the “right where you left me” of it all and did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen time went on for everyone else she won’t know it and the bit in Miss Americana where she talks about how celebrities get frozen at the age at which they got famous, and how she’s had to play catch up in a lot of ways not just in her emotional growth but kind of in general. (Which also made me wonder if she’s ever been called out for immaturity/lack of curiosity/lack of education about things in her life…)
Which then made me think about the rest of the song, and @taylortruther’s posts yesterday about “seven” and “Daylight” and the way Taylor idealizes her youth yet contrasts it with an almost sinister reality in its wake, and the line, “I sit by the door like I’m just a kid,” because the discussion raised that her relationship let her recapture some of the childlike joy and wonder she’d lost. So this line is a double-edged sword: the speaker sits by the door with childlike hope that the person will come home and cherish her, but on the darker side, feels like the child dealing with the monsters she doesn’t have names for yet and the feelings of isolation she felt as she aged.
I’m not saying the song is necessarily autobiographical; like most of the songs on folkmore, it’s clearly a fictionalized story based on media she’d consumed and created, but we know a lot of the fictional songs were infused with her own feelings and experiences and… This idea swirling in my head picked up steam and now I kind of can’t stop thinking about it. Sorry but I’m a little obsessed now.
Like maybe it might start to shed light on why she identified so strongly with the novel in the first place…
#the third eye has been opened#😵💫#like tolerate it was always a difficult song#even when we learned it was based on Rebecca it obviously took on new meaning post-joever#and especially in light of ttpd#but the thought spiral i went on last night when i started thinking about all these connections#and the evermore of it all#I’m Charlie at the conspiracy board again#writing letters addressed to the fire#me thinking too hard about Taylor lyrics#evermore my beloved#tolerate it#i kinda gave myself the ick with all this 😵💫#because of the ttpd of it all coming up#and i feel like i remember interviews where Taylor said joe was so well-read especially about like world events and politics and stuff#and supported her when she wanted to start speaking up (not getting into that)#but just based on ~vibes now I wonder if that was like a sore point too at some point#which again i have no proof of but just like… experience with pretentious millennial art bros lol#oh man oh man oh man#this feels like some sort of huge revelation at 1:00 am#when i started writing this lol#eta: when I queued this in the middle of the night i didn't see all the excellent discussion about the seven/folklore posts#so all of you who have been posting about them this morning consider yourselves tagged too!
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Eddie Diaz- season 8
It's Eddie Diaz!
Don Eddie Diaz!
It's Don Eddie Diaz my beloved!
Don Eddie Diaz is BAE!
God he's so gorgeous!
#eddie diaz#911 abc#911 on abc#ryan guzman#It's Eddie Diaz my beloved!#Eddie Diaz is BAE!#911 season 8 speculation#911 season 8#Canonically Observing 9-1-1 Speaks#911 spoilers
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the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭
#twdg#i love the way s4 connects back to lees whole 'murderer' thing back in s1 😭 guilt...atonement.....systems of punishment#i love thinking about s1>s4 themes and crying#anyway this is partially why i hate when i see the ericson cast reduced down to 'just some teens' its so much more than that#them being abandoned in a boarding school for troubled kids is SO IMPORTANT its not 'just some school'#anyway its also probably why theyre my favorite cast#theyre literally one of if not the most mature group of the series even while being a bunch of kids who make choices i dont agree with#because they actually love and care about each other. even when theyre mad. because theyre all they have left#i do think the vote was a fair way to handle it even tho i still ultimately find it cruel. they couldve talked it out#but this is still a story that needs conflict to resolve so is what it is#they would rather they leave than have to face their confused feelings. the most immature thing they do. but understandable#they did such a good job crafting that cast for clem GOD an entire ensemble built around her and aj....delicious#zombie/post apoc media about love and community my beloved 😭#sorry but get tf out of here with that 'humans are evil and everyone dies' lame ass bullshit we are nothing without community#the amount of love pouring out of s4 is like getting my ass kicked but then they give me a big hug and kiss after and send me on my way#s4 my absolute beloved i really love it more and more every time. so much to appreciate even with it the way it is#the themes bro the themes........ the connections between seasons 1 and 4 you are everything to me#it speaks
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GUESS WHO GOT SILENT HILL 2 ENHANCED EDITION TO WORK!!!!
#gonna try and download 3 next#then try and get 1 to work#heather mason my beloved#maria my beloved#i am obsessed with this series already its only been like 3 days#silent hill#silent hill 2#the herb speaks
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My brain hitting me with a baseball bat: TODODEKU
Me: Oh my god…Tododeku…
#I MISS THEM SO MUCH!!1!1!!!1!#Shima speaks#Dw tho I’m not going anywhere OP fandom I still have 100+ episodes to go lol#Still in the middle of Wano. Haha#BUT TODODEKU. AGHHH.#Really this all started bc I’m rewatching Romantic Killer (again) bc my roommates haven’t seen it yet#So I’m forcing them to watch it with me >:)#And Kazuki reminds me SO much of Todoroki…#AND I have a Romakira Tododeku AU…#So naturally I thought of Them and. Here we are#Tododeku the goat my forever and ever OTP my BELOVEDS OF ALL TIME#Maybe I’ll doodle them sometime soon :’)#I miss them and I miss my AUs#Looks at World Tree and SCH and Bottled Soul (and Distortion Link)
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not indicative of anything, just something silly i thought about! feel free to fill in the variables with whatever you like.
#lizzy speaks#HELLO TUMBLR. this question was brought to you by me from 1 AM who woke up in the middle of being sick#this was a genuine question i thought about. i joked around in my head that i was sick bc im clearly just a host for my little blorbos#but actually though i think i just had a silly little reaction to taking the flu shot#me playing sr with friends at reset with my beloved wife squiffy wondering 'why do i feel hot?' (completely forgot about the flu shot)#anyway! i hope you are all have an excellent weekend. please make sure to stay hydrated!#and feel free to rb with thoughts i need to see what everyone's relationship is with a parasitic god-like entity#not that the entity needs to be a parasite but yknow. i think its fun#also related but unrelated whenever im unwell i think about kitaro. im like. damn. he works so hard for SEES...#going and climbing through tartarus through all that even if it makes him sick.. ue ue ue he is everything to me
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Statement of Eric Seymour, regarding a “hostile forest” near his home. Statement recorded direct from subject, July 17th, 2018. Recording taken by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.
Right, so, from the beginning- its. It’s been about 2 years since the incidents so pardon my recollection. I can’t give you an exact date, but it was during some of the hottest days of summer. You know, the kinds of days where’s its so hot that you don’t really want to do anything but laze around the house? It was one of those days, and I was doing exactly that.
But close to my home, near a small trail into the woods, is a lovely collection of streams and rivulets which are absolutely delightful to dip your feet it. On top of that, the light being dappled through the leaves of the many flourishing trees cools it down significantly. If I had to give it a guess- I’d say it’s about 10 degrees cooler in the forest? Combine that with the boredom of sitting around all day, you can see why I decided to get dressed for the forest, grab my walking stick, and headed down to the cool woods.
It was around 2 in the afternoon once I got to the start of the trail. It curved down the steep, though manageable slope of the grass hill, leading down towards the shallow, rocky-shored creek that snaked through the forest. As I strolled down it, I sighed in thanks for the cool air that began to coat my skin and the slight wind that was channeled through the walls of the forest’s hills.
I continued this way for about- 5 minutes, I think. Just enjoying the cool air and taking a small hike. It’s not a big forest, I’ll be honest, just fills the space between my neighborhood, the next one over, and the highway off to the side. And that was when I saw it. There was a bend in the river I was walking by, and on the opposite bank there stood a tree. It was forked in the middle, 2 sturdy branches going about 30 degrees away from the main trunk in either direction. And there, sitting in the middle of the tree, was the head and spine of a deer. Just- suspended there, the antlers letting it stay just stable enough to poke through the fork of the tree. And it stared, right at me, pale bones sparsely covered in bits of meat and rotting flesh, the spine curling down around the tree like some sort of- demented snake!
It stared at me with the spaces that should have been eyes, but it seemed those had already rotted out, given the small pile of goo before the tree. I wasn’t as scared of it back then as I am now, mostly because I was just confused. As I said before, not a big forest. And while we did have woods, we didn’t have wolves or coyotes or any of that sort as far as I knew. And I didn’t think it could be a hunter either, because I’d heard no gunshots or reports of them in the past few weeks. And I knew it couldn’t be a naturally dead deer, because where was the rest of the body?
But the confusion was enough to make me want to leave, quickly. I already knew I was past the halfway point, and going backwards didn’t seem quite right.
So I gathered myself, taking a few inhalations of the cool air, now tinged with the slight earthy odor of rotting flesh and mud. But as I was walking, I just had some sort of feeling. Like I wasn’t quite alone in the forest. I’d heard no sounds of footsteps, and I came with nobody- and at that moment a horrible feeling came over me. It was a deep, shuddering cold that started at my head and trailed down my spine- and given the already uncomfortable thought in my mind about spines, this feeling sent me into a panic.
I began to quicken my pace, going from a slow walk, to a speed walk, and eventually a full on sprint. I needed to get out of this forest. Something about being alone here it just- it felt like the forest itself hated me being there, alone. I kept running as I saw- or, I think I saw- figures in the corners of my visons. Faces in trees, angry. Hands, reaching up from the rivulets and branches. The wind howling when it had been a mere breeze moments ago.
Before I knew it, I was out of the forest. The heat increased immediately, back to the oppressive heat. Yet it felt comforting compared to the bone chilling cold I had felt before. The feeling had vanished to, leaving me more confused than ever. I went directly home after that.
I’ve gone back to the forest a few times since then. The second time, I’d gone alone, 2 days later. I could barely take more than a minute’s walk inwards before the feeling of watching appeared, and practically forced me back out the way I came. The third time, it was about a week later, and I’d brought my mother with, as I assumed I’d just had some sort of odd anxiety attack with some lingering discomfort before. But when we entered this time- nothing. No bones, no smell, no feelings or faces. All gone.
So I tried again a fourth time, assuming that after 3 weeks, the bones would have been removed by some passerby. I can’t confirm that, though. I managed to make it farther in this time. The bones were gone, definitely, but as I passed about a third of the way through, the terrifying force of someone watching me fell upon me even stronger than before. This time, I swear I could see something, right in front of me! Tall, green and brown skin, like a faerie of legend. And I ran. Again.
*Sound of strained groans*. I’ve decided not to go in those woods any more. Those last 3 encounters were the last straw for me, after a myriad other small, strange events. The watching sensation follows me though, whenever I enter another forest. Hm.. maybe watching isn’t the right word? If it were just watching, I wouldn’t be so afraid. It’s like the forest itself hated me. Hated me for daring to be there, alone, like I somehow owned it. Whenever I go into any other sort of nature alone, I still feel it, though thankfully not strongly enough to be chased out like a rabbit…
End of Statement.
Hmm... A hateful forest, huh? Well I suppose this is one of the more, tame statements I have read so far. I can't really say I believe this, though. I mean, the only proof is, well, nothing other than the words of a frightened man.
*Papers shuffle on the desk*
It sounds nothing more to me than a bout of paranoia, I suppose. Everyone has those now and then. Alone, in a forest, well I think anyone could feel watched. And- You know I believe I have read somewhere about... Excessive heat causing mild hallucinations... I suppose that's the answer then. Plain and simple.
Maybe, Eric should stay out of this, "hostile" forest. At least until it cools off... Only then would we truly know if, well. If this forest "hated" him or not.
Hm.
End of recording.
#satt speaks#satt reads#<- TAG TO BLOCK IF YOU DON'T WANT THIS ON YOUR DASH#this isn't gonna become an rp blog I am just being silly#I DO REALLY LIKE THIS THOUGH IT READS REALISTICALLY#also if you couldn't tell I'm channeling season 1/early season 2 Jon for this#I love when his ass just doesn't believe the shit he reads#hes so snarky#iuc my beloved#<- forgot to tag this oops
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dinner with miram and steph
#p#ts2#sims 2#sav: bloom valley#y04spr#f: pup#so sorry for the huge post#oof marius#miram and hector though.......... i would die for them... beloveds#miram going from not really getting along with hector as a child#to appreciating him as a teen#and now as an adult the way they act as a mix of parent-child and peers..... lovely#idk if i ever shared that but hector is easily the 'youngest' of gen 1 (i mean he's actually the oldest by centuries but in lifespan terms)#bc his aging was frozen and such until he got cured#to the point that hector is basically generation 1.5#so with that + how he only really entered miram's life when he was a late kid and they only got closer later makes sense he's not really hi#'dad' so to speak. but also kinda#i was just talking w/ my wife about this earlier today as this posts and it's fun to look back on these tags#in the meanwhile another interesting miram friendship popped up yesterday in game and it's miram and florian........ i love them so much#context: florian invited himself to a pup family function
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I MAKE A RUNNING OSCAT
who should I make next?
#asthmatic posts#asthmatic speaks#formula 1#f1#oscar piastri#oscat#mclaren formula 1#my crafts#osco my beloved#oscar piastri leclerc
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Maddie lets her own features cloud with confusion, pouring the egg mixture into the dry ingredients, “Albert and Evan weren’t–”
“Oh Maddie,” Her mother interrupts again, grabbing the mixing bowl out of her hand, “Your father and I aren’t stupid, we can read between the lines.”
Maddie isn’t sure that’s true. Primarily, she doesn’t think her parents have been able to understand anything about them that wasn’t spelt out in front of them but also because her mother is so confidently wrong about this.
“They lived in that one-bedroom loft for what, a year? You can’t expect us to believe he was sleeping on that non-existent couch.” She coos, and Maddie can’t help the bubbling resentment in her chest as her mother smiles softly.
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margaret buckley massively misunderstands her son's previous relationship and maddie reflects on her family, her newly out brother, whatever he didn't have going on with albert han and whatever he does have going on with eddie diaz.
#9-1-1#911 abc#911 fanfic#911 fic#911 fic rec#maddie buckley#<< my beloved <3#buddie#technically speaking#buckley parents#this is about maddie and her mother and buck is haunting the narrative#buckley siblings i am obsessed with you
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im curious about something bg3 fandom
also if you want to put your favorite in the tags!
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#i’m simply so curious.#i’ve played (and finished) shadowheart karlach and durge#and i’ve started and made decent progress in a wyll and lae’zel run#actually a huge fan of the karlach origin run!!!!#1) super fun dialogue options in act i bc you cant touch people#2) SO many fun voicelines she talks to herself a lot#3) more freedom for character internal monologues? some of the options for different reactions esp including gort stuff were really cool#4) JAHEIRA AND KARLACH INTERACTIONS MY BELOVED#saiph speaks#and YES i put durge in here i know theyre not a companion but theyre still an origin character#and i feel like durge is the most popular origin character to play. bc fully customizable. ergo durge in the poll
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