#boriiing

[jeynees]

Even this fucking show treats Helaena like a baby, like we CAN'T have a woman who desires violence, revenge and war without being coerced by the will of a man, like oh Aemond so evil for wanting to fight for a right her mother and grand father promised to them, Aemond bad for wanting revenge over the murderers of Jaehaerys bad Aemond for understand what war is about, HELAENA SHOULD BE THE VERY FIIIRST TO HOLD A SWORD AND FLY SEEKING DAEMON AND RHAENYRA'S ASSES im so damn tired of women pacific uwu women only think of love stories and fluffy cats, they are the damn killers of her baby boy!!!! She should be the one dragging Aemond's ass to the battle because gods youre my brother and i love you but i lost a part of myself for a mistake YOU did so now either i have their heads or i have yours not this poor baby boo boo she just wanna hang out whit the bees uwu IM TIRED TIREEED.

[joostvision]

of course sweden is the jury favourite

[ruthlesslistener]

Why are malls so fucking boring. What do you mean theres only 1 toystore and the rest are clothes are u out of ur mind

[brambleghastblast]

capcom makes me so sad because they have so many good series and so many good ideas. theyre like the one company that in terms of several beloved recognizable ips i think could actually compare to nintendo (companies like sega usually go all in on 1 or 2 series and companies like sony are too obsessed with hyper realism to have recognizable characters that dont look like regular dudes. capcom has a big line up though that actually could be compared to nintendo's roster of beloved awesome series)

they've got mega man and all his spin offs, ace attorney, okami, darkstalkers, viewtiful joe, devil may cry

but instead of doing anything with that they just focus their entire staff and production on making like. 20 monster hunter games. with obligatory hyper realistic art styles and really slow and clunky gameplay. and then maybe they'll make a street fighter game every now and then. and that is it

so much potential just wasted and it sucks. they could be something special but instead "nooo we need more hyper realistic game where hyper realistic man with big sword slowly hits hyper realistic dinosaur" W h y

[johnbottoms]

iwas also high as shit last night also but I wasn't positing. lucky for all of youuuuuuuu bc I think I probably wouldve been blocked by all my most beloved mutuals thru sheer post volume alone . the thoughts I would've shared I think would've been like going at like 74pph. posts per hour

[falllpoutboy]

cringefail rhaenyra gone but never forgotten 💔

[eddie]

PLOTTED STARTER for : @boriys

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ BY THE TIME THAT THE MUSIC from the neighboring party had died down, it was almost three in the morning, the rumbling of a car engine allowing for the shroud of silence to blanket the trailer park after it had rolled off into the distance. Late nights and loud music had become a common occurrence all over town, now that the warm weather had rolled in and school was out for the summer; not that Eddie partook in much of it. He wasn’t much for parties, save for the ones revolving around concert scenes. Wasn’t much of that in bumfuck Hawkins though.

            Sleepless nights weren’t unusual for the metalhead, even when the outside world was quiet and the window to his bedroom was comfortably cracked, allowing for a cool breeze to blow gently through the hot summer air that had heated it during the day. Sometimes, no matter how comfortable he was in his bed, his thoughts would keep him awake. The most frustrating part of it all was that half the time, his thoughts were nothing in particular. Just an aimless sequence of nonsense and back-burner bullshit.

            Pushing himself out of his bed with an inward groan to protest his own decisions, Eddie slipped into a pair of sweatpants before grabbing a pack of smokes and a lighter from amidst the disorganized mess atop his nightstand. The front door of his modest home creaked as he exited through it to plop down on the dilapidated couch on the paint-chipped porch, a cigarette soon meeting his lips before the end of it was kissed by the flame of his lighter. He’d barely taken a few puffs from it when the sound of an escalating argument shattered the silence, his head raising and his attention pivoting over towards the source of the commotion, just in time to see the neighbor boy retreating from the conflict. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time that he’d noticed the red flags between him and his father since they’d taken up residency in the vacant trailer down the street.

            The sting of poor parenting was a feeling that he knew all too well, and while he knew better than to try to get in the middle of a mess that was quite obviously none of his business, he also couldn’t stomach the idea of utter silence. Eddie rose to his feet, stepping forward to lean his shoulder against the metal support structure of the awning. ❝ Hey. You, uh … You good, man? ❞ He was careful with his tone, so as not to come across like he was casting his pity down on him, but there was an apparent concern expressed in the vague arch of his brows. So as not to make him feel uncomfortable, he held out the pack of smokes in his hand and gently shook it to offer one. ❝ You just moved in down the road with your old man, right? ❞

[slavabogu]

at da Sunday night party like. just sitting here and stuff

[brazenraven]

Man, I have not posted much here, I’m realizing. This is Borii! He’s a member of a race known as the Lume, and in particular patrols his city at night as a ninja in search of ne’erdowells to gobble up. ….and he’s got you pinned. Good Luck.

[turntechanomaly]

What if I replayed miitopia again (insane)

[metalsiren-a]

🐤

bulochka means loaf of bread alshdhfhkdk sawyer pls ur too in love with this man!!!! // @boriys

[streetslost]

@boriys ( don't mind making a new thread for our thread, i didn't use beta apparently on my first post and so trim reblogs was not functioning so jUST STARTING A NEW ONE TO AVOID THE ANNOYANCE- ) cont.

               IF ONLY SCREAMING INTO THE OBLIVION was a viable way of solving problems.  of doing more than just providing a release from the energy and anger; a TEMPORARY one.  a bottle screwed tightly shut yet somehow still always filling back up, thriving and pushing and growing all the more intense with every day that passed.  it was a slow buildup, perhaps, but still an ever forming danger.  to herself, to others... the b u r s t whenever it happened was sudden and intense.  was sharp and powerful.  cat feared her own edges, not that such an addmittance would ever leave her.  she couldn't afford to nestle in concerns ( literally and figuratively ).  survival was maintained, and the forced smile, the forced bravery against every little thing would forever get yanked into place.  until she shattered and split and broke and took anyone nearby down with her.          over and over and over and over... a cycle, a repetition, a drumbeat keeping the rhythm of a song.  inescapable.  at least for now, though the street rat hadn't done much to try and alleviate herself from the routine.  just suffer and wane.  just d e c a y.  ( she deserved it, she did, no one wanted her, no one needed her, she was just a waste of space, taking up air, taking up room, wasting food, was-  wait what? )                      attention snapped back to him, and frustration etched her features at the comment provided.  her height was a sensitive subject.  it was a sign of her poor health, of her life falling into ruins.  he couldn't have known that from a glance, but cat still grated her teeth together, the huff audible through gritted teeth.  words remained trapped behind the whites, where lips carved once more into her HALF crazed grin, instead managing to distract herself with the yell he would unleash himself.  it was similar but different.  his looks mirrored as such, as well.  clearly on the road, but not for as long.  there was still something fresh about the vibe he held.  or perhaps it was simply the fact he didn't seem trodden as she.

       "thinking tha' doesn't mean much," dry tone slipped out.  features finally eased, and apathy resumed its play.  the comment of her stature hadn't been forgotten, but brunette decided to let it slip... briefly.  it wasn't like he was stating anything WRONG, just a fact that she despised.  tongue swiped her lips, the cracks of dry flesh stinging with the sensation.  "people will hear someone in distress and do nothing unless it benefits them.  but guess i'd still rather do it out here where there's less likely t'be any sort of attention.  why you out here?"                  perhaps she knew the answer... perhaps not.  regardless, cat filled the void with her inquiry, hands still shoved deep in her pockets and tennis shoes scuffing the ground in effort to kick a rock down along the track.

[havvkinsqueen]

Starter || @boriys

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Do you believe in multiple universes? Or, like, reincarnation?"

[notimminent]

@boriys butted in, " are they bothering you ? "

Why is it that the boy who had stuck by her side, seemed to be there whenever she wanted or needed him to be only for him to one day tell her that he was up and leaving in a few days, now won't leave her alone? It had been years since she had seen him. She'd moved on, gotten through the heartache and the new tsunami of self-doubt and abandonment issues that plagued her in the past. It had shaped her. Then, the rest of the stuff with Norman came out and she found out her mother had been murdered by her best friend. She got a new pair of lungs, had a short relationship with her murderous best friend's brother only to find out that he and her father went behind her back to move her up the transplant list. So, once again taking all the autonomy away from her. Was she some kind of Sim in a twisted gamer's world? Couldn't she just exist and have nice things? Her and Dylan were still friends but their relationship quickly ended after a few months of being together because his Dad-Uncle let slip one time at a dinner with them about if Dylan had told her about the money and the danger they put themselves in. And that her father knew about all of this and despite having so many people with hopefully more than a couple of brain cells, they all decided that it wasn't pertinent for Emma to know any of this.

She'd moved. She was exploring the world as best she could, surprised that she was doing her best to stay out of the spotlight since her name was published with Norman Bates' story. Suddenly, her blog was gaining tons of views. Her blog that was used to talk about her struggles, she'd talked about everything. About Boris, about the heartbreak, about the betrayal. Her worries of surgery, all of it. And suddenly, people were asking her about things she didn't want to flesh out. Things that didn't need to be public. And, somehow, despite her moving on and up in the world, apparently the sadistic gamer that was controlling her life decided that she just hadn't had enough. Somehow, Boris and her crossed paths again. And, boy did he change. Not personality wise, but looks. He was older. Not more mature? Maybe more mature but she was just jaded to think otherwise. But since he came back into her life he has decided that it was fate. And he didn't seem to understand that she just wanted to forget about White Pine Bay.

And now, here they both were in a bar. She'd tried talking to a man that seemed to be slightly inebriated, but she was just existing. Shooting the piss or whatever the saying was. He started getting handsy with her and when she was about to kick him in the nards an arm pulled him away by force. Of course, it was her old fling, Boris, there to save the day. And she couldn't stop her eyes from practically rolling from her head. The man left soon after, mumbling many explatives, most of which were calling her words for a loose woman and that she wasn't even that pretty. Normal things the hurt male ego comes up with to try to lessen the blow of rejection.

But, screw Boris for looking so good while helping her in that situation. But then that familiar smarmy smirk pulled up his lips before it disappeared in concern, the situation seeming to hit him.

" On a scale of one to leaving after convincing someone to have very, very codependent feelings for you, I'd say he was just an inebriated douche. " Elbows leaned against the smooth counter of the bar as her lips pursed before looking over her shoulder at him, " I've dealt with worse. But, thanks. I appreciate you pulling him away. Meant I wasn't going to be arrested for starting a brawl. "

[wheelxr]

@boriys said: ❝ are you hurt?  did they hurt you?❞ [x]

ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ, Boris has been lying to her.

Under the guise of darkness in a warehouse long abandoned, the questions asked by men Nancy can only assume are dealers go unanswered. 

          Where is he? Where is he staying? Who is he working for? Who is he working with? Where are our...

The questions and their resulting blows go on until she's spitting blood, head shaking dutifully from side to side. Angry she may be, the betrayal bitter on her tongue, but Nancy is no traitor. She still cares about him, and so she won't be the reason he's found dead in the morning.

❝ No, ❞ said for what has to be the hundredth time, a gasping breath let out when a fist finds her rib and punches. Fuck. ❝ — I'm not — going to say anything. ❞ In truth, it's almost pathetic — they've been at this for hours, and for these men to continue to try and pry information from her is damn near laughable.

Or, it would be, if one of them didn't pull out a gun.

          Then we have no further use for you.

A silenced shot to her side is followed by them finally retreating, the warehouse eerily quiet. Breathing is difficult, the air tasting of rust, and when Nancy glances downward, she can already see the blooming crimson.

Act quickly, Nancy.

As one hand shifts to put pressure on the wound — and god, does that make her wince — the other shakily retrieves the cell phone in her pocket. Her location is sent to him thanks to the SOS app she'd installed with only two pushes of a button.

                          15 missed calls. 10 voicemails. 5 new text messages.

Boris knows they'd found her, then.

Only after sending her location does Nancy dial; he answers after only one ring, his panicked voice washing out her rattling breaths.

                                           ❝  are you hurt?  did they hurt you?  ❞

❝ Yes. ❞ Talking takes too much energy, her whimpered groan unable to be stifled in time as her fingers press harder against her side. God, her fingers are already stained red. ❝ Send — not you. Dangerous. ❞ For all she knows, they're still outside and waiting for him to show up; poised and ready to kill. 

Stay awake, Nancy.

❝ Ambulance. ❞

[woednesdayaddams]

beware  of  this  cryptic  gift,  it’s  not  what  it  appears  …  still,  @boriys  have  received  a  strange  starter  bestowed  by  none  other  than  wednesday  addams  herself.

when  privilege  befalls  upon  you,  you  tend  to  bat  an  eye  closed  at  the  injustices  that  occur  at  every  step  of  the  way.  still,  morticia  and  gomez  taught  her  better.  while  it  was  rare  to  see  wednesday  stroll  around  the  city  –  for  dangers  lurked  not  behind  corners,  but  on  two  legs  and  with  an  air  of  superiority  –,  she  has  chosen  this  unfortunate  day.  it  wasn't  particularly  gloomy  outside,  but  clouds  had  formed  for  a  little  while,  foreshadowing  a  possible  thunderstorm.  it  was  summer,  after  all.  it  was  supposed  to  happen.  with  a  quad-to-go  in  her  hand,  she's  analysing  everything  her  eyes  land  upon  –  eerie  visages  crossing  by,  the  lifeless  mannequin  in  front  of  the  thrift  shop,  the  eeriest  of  visages  that  stood  still  in  spite  of  the  fast  pace  of  time.

deep  down,  she  knows  she  doesn't  belong  anywhere  –  not  in  that  town,  anyway  –,  yet  there's  a  morbid  fervour  that  takes  its  toll  upon  her  frame,  which  pushes  her  forward  into  this  tortuous  environment.  and  she  sits  across  another,  glance  straightforward.  "lovely  day,  isn't  it?"  a  courteous  approach,  she  has  some  manners  after  all.  "i've  been  meaning  to  ask  you  for  a  while,"  of  course  there  was  something  else  in  the  middle,  it  always  is  with  wednesday.  "what  substances  were  you  selling?"  and  there  was  something  deeper,  about  six  feet  beneath  the  surface,  which  wednesday  didn't  know  whether  to  unveil  or  not.  "my  brother  noticed  you  a  couple  times  at  nancy  reagan  high  school.  poor  choice  for  your  business,  but  it's  a  start."  she  uttered,  cogitating  it's  the  safest  and  most  reasonable  approach  in  order  to  scoop  information  out  of  him.  "so?"  at  last,  her  gaze  drifts  to  look  at  him.  wednesday  knew  better  than  to  make  silly  assumptions  about  one's  appearance  –  the  shabbiest  of  boxes  can  hold  the  utmost  value  of  contents.