#gary does not love you

[odddrawingsandwhatnot]

Remember: Gary loves you.

[meleyys]

I have Faith: The Unholy Trinity brainrot.

[hballegro]

re; the tags on THIS post

mike and gary get revenge on DOS. also small funny moment of how great harry was

GO WATCH THE FULL EPISODE ITS REALLY FUNNY AND IS A JOY TO LISTEN TO. DO IT NOW. IM CASTING A SPELL ON YOU TO GO WATCH IT. ITS AN HOUR AND TEN MINUTES OF OUR FAVOURITE OLD FOLKS REMEMBERING THEIR TIMES TOGETHER. WATCH IT

also these tags on the last post;

same goes for jamie honestly

[killeroos]

"The beautiful thing about cricket is that you’ve always got a partner, you’re never by yourself" - Nathan Lyon THE TEST SO1E03 - A TEST OF CHARACTER

[poolparty13]

08/01/23

[pastriibunz]

we do NOT like Kai’s bio parents in this household

so much so they don’t even GET designs thats how much we don’t like them

[special thanks to @local-soda-can for helping write this :3]

[dooxliss]

ൠ - random headcanon For Doopliss 🤭

ask meme

you know i was originally gonna say ‘you know for him being my guy idt i have any headcanons for him’ when a good portion of how i perceive chapter 4 is based off of my own headcanons 💀💀💀

ANYWAY headcanon under the cut if you want to avoid chapter 4 and beyond spoilers ahead of the switch release :]

so my idea of how tf doopliss was even able to steal mario’s name and body was that the ruby crystal star allowed him to be able to use ‘name magic’

because the pipe leading to twilight town required everyones name to be on their person, this gave doopliss access to names

since darkly knew about this stipulation and is in rogueport it’s probably safe to assume that every twilighter with the capacity to use the pipe also has their name somewhere, allowing doopliss to use the ruby star to turn them into pigs at his whim

mario was no exception, but since his reputation greatly precedes him, becoming someone famous was more appealing than just turning him into a pig (also irony, his favorite thing)

this is also why the fights until you learn his actual name go like that—mario can’t damage him because he doesn’t know doopliss’s name (the strongest lock on the magic), and doopliss can’t damage him because mario at that point has no name (after this ‘lock’ is broken both parties can damage each other)

the horrors were just a bonus since duplighosts are normally only limited to shapeshifting (and never quite get the personality right based on pm64)

you could also link this to how everyone thought doopliss was the real deal but tbh you don’t need to, i like the concept of nobody actually knowing mario well (even his partners)

tbh this also sometimes hinges on my idea that mario’s full name is not known fae style (because of name magic) but it could be worked to doopliss needing it written down

i think that’s why he doesn’t just pull a second grand theft me in the palace of shadow, no crystal star

but zip toad is fine, he probably just did a classic duplighost shapeshift there

but besides that!

i think he got marginally better post game now that he’s an actor and getting his own attention but is still a little shit, and that his favorite genre is tragedy (it’s like, irony or somethin)

[toomanywordsnllines]

Yesterday I posted banter. Today I post sad. Yepie!

I’m mixing a little of the stuff that happened in the ‘09 game here cus god i love to suffer. They didn’t die in that mission (and of course it wasn’t sheperd) and this is what happens after Ghost finally wakes up, *does a little bow*

Enjoy

The door slides with a bang.

Brown eyes look up at him startled, probably because of the bang, maybe because of the blood going down his arms from where he tore away the drip, perhaps because he looks like a corpse himself. His eyes are foggy with medication, tired. Alive. He 's alive. Alive. alive alivealive– 

Captain Price had gotten up with his brusque entrance, he doesn’t care about what he has to say, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want to hear him and whatever stupid shit he has to say. Right now he doesn’t care about anything, because Simon is alive and awake. He’s so relieved, he’s so– so…

So… angry.

He’s alive but so is the fury eating Gary away from the inside out.

He stalks closer to the bed, legs cooperative, shakes contained for now–

[His heart’s racing] Simon watches with wide eyes as Gary comes closer to the bed, the relief that floods his insides at seeing him alive almost makes him dizzy. [His heart races]. If he wasn't already laying down he thinks he might’ve passed out there and then. But–

There’s also something churning in his stomach. Heavy. He can’t put a word to it. It makes him feel sick. The expression on Gary’s face makes him feel sick. There’s apprehension in his veins as he finally reaches the bed [His heart doesn’t stop].

He doesn’t know why.

“What were you thinking?” Roach spits out, venom dripping out of his tongue, heavy and acidic, with no restrain. Price’s eyes widen from the corner of his vision. Surprised that he was able to speak after the two week long silence. After a week of a catatonic silence. After not moving, not eating, thinking. He speaks steady, contained, heart hammering down on his bruised ribs.

Simon looks at him, brow furrowed in confusion.

He looks up at Gary.

‘What was he thinking?’ of the mission, of course.

He wonders if Roach might’ve suffered a concussion of shorts. He was there. He knew what he did and why he did it. They had a task to complete and he completed it. They signed for this. What if he almost died? He also almost died! But that’s what they're there for. To complete the task or die trying their damn best. He knows that. Roach know that.

He tells Roach as much

“I was thinking of the mission, and how it had to be completed.”

He sees Roach’s jaw tighten, there’s fury, actually fury burning in his expression. To the point where Ghost sees him shake with it.

He doesn’t understand…

“You almost died.�� Gary says through gritted teeth and his voice cracks at the last word.

Why is his voice cracking

“It’s the job Roach! I had to take you to safety, you needed help! What does it matter if I die, anyway!? The mission–”

One moment he’s looking at Roach

The next his face is staring at the window to his right, cheek stinging painfully.

The sound reverberates between the four silent walls like a clap of thunder. It makes his ears hurt.

He hears Price do some aborted choked sound before–

“WHAT ABOUT ME!?”

Simon looks slowly back at him, he’s not ready to see tears, the same way he wasn’t ready for the outburst or the slap, for Gary screaming, for his voice to crack–

“DID YOU THINK ABOUT ME– HOW I WOULD– IF YOU?! DO YOU TH– THINK SIMON?! DO YOU THINK ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF?! HOW COULD– HOW WOULD I–”

There’s a weird type of ringing to his ears, not the type you get after a bomb goes out or how when the blood flows through the brain painfully quickly, not this feels like…

He thinks he might go insane because–

It feels like a breath of fresh air.

Realization.

As Gary dissolves himself into tears, hyperventilating his breaths and screaming his voice raw. Simon realizes something.

As Gary breakdowns in front of him he realizes he feels– feels

And he feels horrible.

He feels loved.

He cares. He loves– He loves him. Him– Simon Riley. 

Ghost almost left him because he couldn’t see that. No. He saw it and he ignored it because no one can love Simon Riley. He…He doesn’t exist anymore he’s not worth tears no one ever cried for him no one ever mourned him no one ever cared he’s not worth being cared for he has nothing to give back– He saw Gary and he ignored him, brushed him away, put him to the side, pushed him under the rug because– he thought–

He watches as Gary presses his hands against the side of his face, like a child. He did that.

His hands twist in the blankets because he feels lost.

He did this but he doesn’t know how to fix it.

Guilt burns his throat.

It burns fiercely until he reaches out, hand grasping a stained jumper.

He pulls him gently towards himself. Tugs him to come closer, please. Gary shakes his head. He tugs him again. He falls into his arms like he belongs there. He sprawls on top of him, legs hanging over the bed and sits on the mattress like he belongs there.

Simon wraps his arms around him, cradles his head to his shoulder, pulls him closer by the waist and hugs him. He hasn’t hugged someone in so long.

But he fits like he belongs there.

“Please, don’t cry.” His voice cracks and it’s awful. It’s awful the stinging in his eyes and the guilt on his stomach, “don’t cry.” Please.

His mind sticks to a loop of saying it over and over and over, over again until Gary hugs him back, until his arms sneak around him and squeeze. Hold him tighter and closer. Sobs louder, shaking worse. But…

He’s there, Simon realizes, he’s there and he could’ve almost lost him. Could’ve almost left alone. alone.

The tears roll down easily, they burn, they hurt.

He’s so sorry

“‘m sorry,” he says to Gary’s hair and then he repeats it again, again, again and again. And he’ll repeat them until he can’t anymore–

He almost lost him.

And since I’m not THAT mean have a little bonus of what comes after all...this mess xoxo

Roach is sitting on the mattress. Legs swinging back and forth as he watches the window. The hospital lights don’t really help with his appearance. Accentuating every bandage and crease showing just how exhausted he looks. He should go back to his room and rest.

Ghost watches him from where he’s propped up on his pillows. As he traces the curve of Roach’s jaw with his eyes his mind plays That day on repeat. They haven’t really talked about it. Roach hasn’t been able to talk after it anyway and his hands shake too much to sign anything correctly. Price says he had a nervous breakdown somewhere between that day and today. He traces a finger gently over Roach’s knuckles.

He watches his shoulders and how they slump with exhaustion but how his neck is filled with tension. He grabs the hand and squeezes.

Per hospital rules, masks aren’t allowed, no balaclava and especially not one with a skull mask sewn to it. He was allowed to wear at least a surgical one. Gary seemingly discarded it. 

When Roach looks at him he can see all his face, it’s set into a neutral one, tired and worn. His eyes are a little blank before he blinks. Ghost squeezes the hand again.

Gary hums and Simon looks at him. Looks at both of his eyes, down the slope of his nose and over the many bandages that litter his face.

He sits up more, ungluing himself from the pillows that are shaped after him, to sit by himself. Gary frowns a little at the movement. Simon doesn’t really regard his expression much, opting to stare down at the hand he still has clasped in his.

He uncurls the fingers with his other, swiping them gently and pressing his thumb on the center of the palm. He smiles as the arm relaxes.

His whole hand circles the wrist keeping it secure.

“Gary.”

He lifts his head as he says it, catching how Gary stares at their point of contact with heavy lidded eyes. He looks almost asleep.

Roach looks up.

And there’s a pause as Simon looks at his eyes again, his mind is made up but he was expecting his heart to race and speed up. It doesn’t. Instead beating comfortably in his chest.

He smiles.

“I love you.”

Roach blinks. Then his eyes widen and Simon feels a little fuzzy at the feeling of his pulse accelerating on the tips of his fingers. 

Roach– Gary knows what he means, that’s why his face falls almost immediately after the surprise. 

His hand tries to sign before he sees it’s shaking too much for that.

Gary takes a deep breath and Simon sees him mouthing his name, before his voices comes out shakly:

“I don’t– I can’t–”

“I know”

He smiles because Gary looks at him. Idiot.

“I don’t care.”

There’s a pause and Simon is ready for rejection. His smile doesn’t waver however, maybe it’s the drugs because he feels like he’s floating. The feeling of speaking out what he’s feeling and putting it out there, finally after so long... couldn’t really break with a ‘no’. He’s fine with rejection; he just wanted Gary to know.

Tears slip past Roach’s eyes, that makes him panic.

He cups the side of his face and swipes the tears with his thumb, using his bent index finger to swipe more of them when they come out in reverence. "What 's wrong?”

Gary shakes his head, and anxiety floods Simon, but then he huffs a soft laugh.

“Haven’t heard that in a while.”

His voice is sticky with emotion. That won’t do Simon thinks so he pulls his mask down and cups both sides of his face pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Roach slips down and presses closer to his chest, he presses his chin on top of his head and leans back.

He’s starting to comb his fingers through his hair when he feels a finger gliding through his collarbone.

‘Love you too.’ Puts my hands in my hips: MAN THAT’S A LOT OF WORDS [writes more]

they...make me feel...so much I could (and have) cry for them. They just mean so much to me eueueueeueu. This is me trying to explain -- as I put in my notes: “This about what made Ghost finally let Roach in. How it happened. And when he finally realized his feelings.” -- their relationship is kinda hard to put into words cus I see it as somthing more complex than friend and lover so here! They’re partners.

[percyjacksonfan3]

Okay I will admit I was nervous going into Chalice of the Gods but I did love it

[talentforlying]

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

angelica:   where does your muse draw inspiration in life?   what motivates them?

constantine is often inspired by the beauty in the world, and by the human potential for kindness. he doesn't always see a lot of it, but when he does, it moves him to passion. anything in life is worth enduring to see one more sunset, to hold one more hand, to hear the laugh of someone you love. he's face-to-face with pure fucking evil so often that even the smallest acts of simple decency will leave him fawning over humanity's potential for hours. show him a kind word, and he'll remember you. show someone else a kind hand, and he'll battle the devil so you'll have the chance to do it again, and again, and again.

in terms of motivation, we find ourselves on the other side of the coin: constantine is driven a lot by the amount of petty, cruel injustice in the world. living in the 80s under margaret thatcher was not a good time to be anything other than british-born straight white upper-class, and he witnessed a lot of his friends and people from all walks of life (and himself, though he'd brush you off if it was pointed out to him) get screwed, by the government and by people they thought were their friends and neighbors, because of nothing more than the color of their skin, their sexuality, their class. more than that, in the forty years following, he's never seen it end �� only seen it change shape.

it makes him angry and it makes him righteous, and it pushes him to fight harder to protect the people who can't protect themselves/for whom it's safer to take the hits and keep going. if it means sticking his neck out for a stranger who trusted the wrong people, or stepping in to save a fledgling magic-user who had no one to warn them about what they were getting into, or facing down the monsters that have more power and money than god with nothing more than the shirt on his back and the audacity, so be it.

@cagedchoices / BOTANICAL HEADCANONS ( always accepting )

[yourbabies-thenmine]

Social media is full of weddings baptisms and other religious-focused events with people in the comments supporting and praising them

I wish there was more support for people who are happier as atheists

Less depressed, less confused, less cognitive dissonance or unanswerable questions

[shitdoku]

been thinking a lot about ib and mary to the song evelyn evelyn......

something about how maybe mary's bad ending plan wouldnt have worked, how ib wouldve noticed something was wrong and how she would lose everything..... thinking about ib scared in the fake world, not understanding whats going on while mary is so desperate to leave she just tunnel visions into her objective.....

A parasite needs a host

I'm only trying to do what is best for us

Well, I never asked for this, I never wanted this

All that I want is some time to myself

Looking in your eyes, I'm coming home

Just get away from me, please just stop touching me

You're always trying to be somebody else

Now I realize I'm not alone

Well, you're only scared of me

But you never cared for me

Why don't you let me free?

'Cause you'd never dare to be

'Cause you never listen, you're always insisting

(I'm just/just stop) reminiscing,

I feel something missing

I just want (you here with me my privacy),

God (can't we just get along/won't you leave me alone)?

[inkymkk]

the wau my eyes widened and I froze when I saw this

Cna you tell I like no LOVE GARY OAK HELLLOOO MY SKRUNLY WINKLY POOKIEEWOOKII BABY BOY GIRL HUSBAND WIFE BOYFRIEND BELOVED HUNNY that's NAMED AFTER A TREE HIIII HIII!!!! I LOVE HIM SOOO KUCHHH HES SO STUPID SMART IDOT I LOVE HIM SOOOOO MYCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AYRGHHHHHH I LOVVVEEE GARY OAKK HES SO COOL SO SWAG S-

Okay I'm normal...

Ohhhh I LOOOVE GARY OAKKK AUHHH GARY OAK? FROM THE HIT ANIME POKEMON AIRED IN AMERICA DURING SEPTEMBER 7? FIRST APEPARED IN THE 1ST EPISODE I CHOOSE YOU? HAVING AUBURN/MAHOGANY HAIR OLIVE/DARK VIRDIAN EYES AND APRICOT SKIN? MY BELOVED? NY OOOKIES? AND AS AN ASH KINNE MY RIVAL MY MOST BESTES AND FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD RIVAL AND BEST FRIEND ALEVER HIIYII!!!

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Pokémon Researcher Gary stimboard — requested by an anon

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[chansaw]

i read donald sutherland’s letter to gary ross pleading for the role of president snow and was so struck by his eloquence, wit, and humor. i’m posting it in full below. what a loss </3

Dear Gary Ross:

Power. That's what this is about? Yes? Power and the forces that are manipulated by the powerful men and bureaucracies trying to maintain control and possession of that power?

Power perpetrates war and oppression to maintain itself until it finally topples over with the bureaucratic weight of itself and sinks into the pages of history (except in Texas), leaving lessons that need to be learned unlearned.

Power corrupts, and, in many cases, absolute power makes you really horny. Clinton, Chirac, Mao, Mitterrand.

Not so, I think, with Coriolanus Snow. His obsession, his passion, is his rose garden. There's a rose named Sterling Silver that's lilac in colour with the most extraordinarily powerful fragrance — incredibly beautiful — I loved it in the seventies when it first appeared. They've made a lot of offshoots of it since then.

I didn't want to write to you until I'd read the trilogy and now I have so: roses are of great importance. And Coriolanus's eyes. And his smile. Those three elements are vibrant and vital in Snow. Everything else is, by and large, perfectly still and ruthlessly contained. What delight she [Katniss] gives him. He knows her so perfectly. Nothing, absolutely nothing, surprises him. He sees and understands everything. He was, quite probably, a brilliant man who's succumbed to the siren song of power.

How will you dramatize the interior narrative running in Katniss's head that describes and consistently updates her relationship with the President who is ubiquitous in her mind? With omniscient calm he knows her perfectly. She knows he does and she knows that he will go to any necessary end to maintain his power because she knows that he believes that she's a real threat to his fragile hold on his control of that power. She's more dangerous than Joan of Arc.

Her interior dialogue/monologue defines Snow. It's that old theatrical turnip: you can't 'play' a king, you need everybody else on stage saying to each other, and therefore to the audience, stuff like "There goes the King, isn't he a piece of work, how evil, how lovely, how benevolent, how cruel, how brilliant he is!" The idea of him, the definition of him, the audience's perception of him, is primarily instilled by the observations of others and once that idea is set, the audience's view of the character is pretty much unyielding. And in Snow's case, that definition, of course, comes from Katniss.

Evil looks like our understanding of the history of the men we're looking at. It's not what we see: it's what we've been led to believe. Simple as that. Look at the face of Ted Bundy before you knew what he did and after you knew.

Snow doesn't look evil to the people in Panem's Capitol. Bundy didn't look evil to those girls. My wife and I were driving through Colorado when he escaped from jail there. The car radio's warning was constant. 'Don't pick up any young men. The escapee looks like the nicest young man imaginable'. Snow's evil shows up in the form of the complacently confident threat that's ever-present in his eyes. His resolute stillness. Have you seen a film I did years ago? 'The Eye of the Needle'. That fellow had some of what I'm looking for.

The woman who lived up the street from us in Brentwood came over to ask my wife a question when my wife was dropping the kids off at school. This woman and her husband had seen that movie the night before and what she wanted to know was how my wife could live with anyone who could play such an evil man. It made for an amusing dinner or two but part of my wife's still wondering.

I'd love to speak with you whenever you have a chance so I can be on the same page with you.

They all end up the same way. Welcome to Florida, have a nice day!

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[fazcinatingblog]

wait. afl records are $6 now?????? when was this

[crunchycoookies]

Art for my country Branch au 🥰 Details abt it under the cut ⬇️

Here's my silly little au! So basically Branch ran away from Pop village because everyone (minus Poppy) treated him terribly. While exploring he stumbles upon the outskirts of Lonesome Flats, where he trips and sprains his ankle. Delta finds him and is like "What tf you look weird but ig ur my son now." And from then on she takes care of him. Somewhere along the way Branch starts to call her Mom (or Mama/ Ma). Clampers is born at some point, making her Branch’s cousin. They love/hate each other and have that unhinged sibling dynamic. They just turn into a cute little family and I love em sm.

Delta also helps Branch regain his colors, although they are slightly muted tones of his true colors. Because the county trolls are so adept at dealing with grief, Branch is allowed to process his grandmothers death and his fear of singing with a good mentality. This leads to him slowly gaining his colors back (hence the blue streaks in his hair) and learning to be happy again. He does start to sing again but it's a mix of country and Pop. (Which comes into play during TWT, but more on that later).

Also I made Gary (the remote Imao) into a goat critter. He's stupid and I love him. Delta has an ongoing feud with Gary bc he constantly tears up the garden but she can't do anything brash because Branch absolutely loves him.

There is more but that's it for nowww! Feel free to ask questions and I’ll do my best to answer them! Give me ideas for this aus name pls I have nothing