#i will outline my reasons.
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self-spaghettification · 1 year ago
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tiktok's banned in my country but ive heard the scene where aaravos cries is leaked if so is there a way for you to share it here because i really wanna see my husband cry like a pathetic bitch (im mentally unwell)
(I UNDERSTAND YOU IT SHOULD BE AVAILABLE TO ALL UNWELL AARAVOS FANS)
andd ahh sure !!!
i also am in the process of getting the unedited footage from someone off tiktok/twt maybe so i will rb with that if/when i do
in the meantime here are all the edits i could find on tiktok
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teyrnacousland · 10 days ago
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Dragon Age: The Sugar Cookies
I also made Illario!
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cry-ptidd · 29 days ago
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Kaleidoscope (by catsvrsdogscatswin) chapter 3 fanart
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soybean-official · 1 year ago
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The parts of you that support me
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essektheylyss · 5 months ago
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"When you make stories or art that are a kind of shortcut to proving yourself right, that's sort of the definition of propaganda, I think."
SAY THAT, BRENNAN.
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lgbtlunaverse · 1 month ago
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So I've said multipe times now (here and here) that thinking nmj is just so blinded by privilege he doesn't undertand that acting out of line gets people killed is, in my opinion, a misunderstanding of his character that ignores the part where he's, you know, actively dying the whole time and thinks that's a good thing. But that doesn't mean I don't think privilege plays no role at all in how he views the world.
Specifically, his view that death (at least premature or violent death) means something.
Death isn't always a tragedy to NMJ, but it is always meaningful. If you kill an evil dangerous person for your righteous cause, that death had meaning. There was evil in the world and now there is less of it. Similarly, if you die in the pursuit of your righteous cause, that death has meaning, because the sheer dedication you gave to it that you were willing to die for it will further that cause, and your bretheren will be invigorated by your sacrifice to fight even harder.
If a death isn't meaningful, that's an injustice and it is up to the living to give it meaning. That's what cuts so deep about his father's murder. There were no consequences, no changes, no meaning. Wen Ruohan was just going to get away with it! He fights and wins an entire war to make it mean something, to make it so that the unjust murder of Nie Mingjue's father is part of Wen Ruohan's downfall.
But this is a view he can only hold because he's the kind of person who's death will be meaningful. Most ordinary people's deaths are meaningless. Not ontologically, not inherently, but they are made meaningless because no one cares. For death to be meaningful you either have to be so powerful that anything you risk your life for will be impacted in some way. (Like, say, if you sacrifice a long life for immense martial power in a faustian bargain with a blade) Or if people with that kind of power care enough about you to do so for you. For most people, this isn't true. A starving street kid has no power to change the unfair world that put them there, even if they risk their life trying, and no one will do it for them once they die.
Nie Mingjue knows this in abstract, and of course rightfully believes it's wrong. But all that does is make it yet another righteous cause people should be willing to die for. Everyone's deaths should mean something, we'll make it so or die trying!
This is what the conflict between nieyao is about at its core. Because Jin Guangyao, fundamentally, cannot conceive of his own death as meaningful. Nie Mingjue grew up around powerful men who could change the world but refuse to do so because god forbid they risk a single hair on their perfect heads. Meng Yao, on the other hand, grew up in an environment where no one of importance would blink twice if you died. He was surrounded by meaningless death. Indeed his entire early life is defined by that lack of care.
Meng Shi dies and no one cares. Meng Yao gets thrown off a flight off stairs and no one cares. He has to be the one to do the caring, and once he's gone no one else will do it for him.
So he has to live.
Jin Guangyao eventually gets far enough that he actually does aquire the power to change some things... as long as he's alive. If he changes too much, holds on too tightly to his ideals, he'll die and it'll all be for nothing. He can't sacrifice himself for his goals because doing so would immediately render those goals unobtainable. No one will care about what he tried to do. He won't be a heroic sacrifice, he'll just be trash that finally cleaned itself up.
And well... Nie Mingjue dies, and someone makes it mean something. Makes it mean so much that the entire story of mdzs would not exist without it. Jin Guangyao dies and it doesn't mean anything. Most people are glad to be rid of him, and the few that are not don't do anything to change that.
#mdzs#mdzs meta#nie mingjue#jin guangyao#meng yao#nieyao#of course the inherent tragedy is that nmj is totally THE guy to ask if you want your death to mean something#nmj's reaction the the fact that most ppl's deaths are meaningless is to go: yes and I should change this.#If everyone thought like me this wouldn't happen anymore I simply need to get EVEN MORE HARDCORE about justice to MAKE them care#and this quality- which makes him the one person perhaps capable of making jgy's death mean something- also makes him a threat to his life#so jgy kills him because he needs to live. And then his beliefs about the meaninglessness of his own death are doomed to be true#what else was he supposed to do? just die and TRUST that someone would make it mean something?#like his mother trusted that his father would come back for them?#of course he can't do that.#just like how nmj's upbringing means that by the stairs he can't see how jgy- son of a sect leader and extremely capable-#is any different from the men who wrung their hands and told him that wen ruohan is just *too powerful* they can't do anything about him.#(*guy who killed wrh and wil go on to kill jgs voice* i just can't do anything about my dad being evil)#if jgy had agreed to risk his life and asked nmj to make it mean something if he died nmj would have said yes.#which is why he can't understand jgy wouldn't just ASK that.#jgy meanwhile has not been informed that was a fucking option and if he was wouldnt be able to trust that it'd actually happen.#for reasons outlined above#ahhh tragedy and inability of characters to understand each other i love you
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art-soboro · 8 months ago
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my turn to draw cute contextless kemonomimis of despicable people
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susahnasomething · 4 months ago
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the power i have if i actually take time and patience to work on a drawing The Murder Drones brainrot is going strong I miss you Doll
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scimagic · 1 month ago
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How do you think Puzzles is when it comes to watching movies? More specifically bad ones.
I have a personal hc that Puzzles is insufferable when he watches a movie he doesn’t like. As in, he’ll actively start critiquing it as he watches the film. And then proceeds to talk about what he would have done differently. And how he could have made the movie better if he was the one making it.
He’s vain, he’s egotistic, and I love him for that.
Exactly like that actually kdhdjd
When it comes to watching series or movies, I think he's often quiet and analytical over them. Enjoying the story while also noticing every little detail in the production, or set design, or the director's questionable creative choices. That's for first viewings though, or when he's alone watching them.
When he's in your (YES YOUR) company and you both agree It Is Not a silent watching, he'll become the MOST ANNOYING MOTHERFUCKER EVER and spill literally every thought and tidbit of knowledge he knows about that film.
Did you know the production had a crunch time of six months for this film? Did you know this scene was actually improvised? Did you know the script was changed because the executives found it offensive?
Did you also know he could have written this much better? Did you also know how much anger he feels towards this garbage movie that he's considered jumping out the window during the watching? WELL NOW YOU DO!
He'll let his frustration be known so you can either join him in complaining and hate watch for fun or you can just. Yknow. Be a wet towel and kill the fun <3
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marlowe-art · 8 months ago
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new bouquets 💐
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kat1nkulta · 4 months ago
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Get husked idiot lol
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liquidstar · 4 months ago
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Lately I've been trying to learn how to paint (I'm still not very good at it, and find it extra hard to do precise brush strokes bc dyspraxia) but it's Emilia's birthday so I did my best for her ^_^
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tinyfantasminha · 17 days ago
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YOUR YEARS OF YEARNING HAVE FINALLY BEEN ANSWERED IN AN CHRISTMAS MIRACLE JACK SSR with bare shoulder
HHHNNNNNgngngHH HHHHH
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HES WEARING RED EYELINER,,,,,,,,,,, GO BOY GO SLAY THAT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG LOOK ✨✨✨💅💅💅
BUT WHAT IS THIS?????????????!?!?
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WHY ARE HIS BaDONKAS SO BIG
WHY THE HELL HIS OUTFIT SO TIGHT IT LOOKS AIR COMPRESSED EVERYPOPNE ELSE IS WEARING MODEST CLOTHES LIUKE GENTLEMEN AND HES OUT HERE WHORING OUT??????????!:?!? ON WINTER???? GET OUTTTTTTTTTT
OVER THE ELBOW GLOVES??????????!!?!? FOR WHAT!!!!!!!!!!
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THE LITLTLE SLIT IN THE GLOVE JUST TO MAKE IT MORE SLUTTY???????????????? WHO THOUGHT OF THIS
HISS MUSCLES ARE MORE DETAILED AND SHADED THAN USUAL????????????????!??? HE ACTUIALLY LOOKS OLDER HERE
WHY HIS INDEX AND THUMB ARE UNCOVERED??????????????? WHY DOES HE ALWAYS NEEDS TO HAVE MORE SKIN SHOWING THAN OTEHRS JACK HOWLE YOUIRE TAKING ALL OF THE BARE SKIN PRILIVEDGES WHILE MALLE STANS WOULD BE LUCKY IF THEY GET A GLIMPSE OF ANKLES IN THE NEXT 5 YEARS
THIS ISNT JUST CRUMBS ITS A WHOLE FEEEEEEEEAST A FEAST ON THIS HOLY HOLIDAY 🙏🙏🙏🙏 EATING AND LEAVING NO CRUMBS
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oncamelliastreet · 2 months ago
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reblog this if it’s okay for me to randomly dm you one day with a random thought and absolutely no prior or formal introductions we’re just gonna jump into a conversation based on whatever is on my mind at that given moment because i have nobody to share it with
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infamous-if · 2 years ago
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Oh, damn. No 25 with MC trying to protect/take care of Seven in a dangerous situation sounds nice.
Hope you feel better soon, Amy! Take care!
Thank you! <3 Dangerous situation, you say?
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Double whammy (the amount of seven asks...)
CW: blood
This is all your fault.
You shouldn't have said anything. You shouldn't have fought with the person at the bar. You should've left it alone.
You should've known that Seven wouldn't let it go. Even when they hate you.
You should've known Seven. Has it been that long that you forgot who they were? Once, they were as familiar to you as the very lines on your palm.
"Seven, please."
You're holding onto them as you two stumble out of the bar, moving like two drunkards though both of you are terribly sober. The warm sensation of Seven's blood on your shirt sends dull fear over you. You're spiraling. Breaking. You don't know what to do.
Seven lets you guide them outside, your arms wrapped closely around them as they keep a hand under their nose which spews blood like an open faucet. It sends another round of fear down your spine, but it's not their nose that has you so breathless you're dizzy.
Their stomach.
In the heat of the moment, the person Seven was fighting threw them on the table littered with glass cups and broken bottles. Seven claims to be fine, but the way blood makes an angry stain on the green fabric of their shirt and Seven limps like their body is failing them, you know they're anything but.
Seven loses their footing, tripping on the last step and making both you and them fumble to the wet, concrete ground.
Your body shakes when the cool water of the alleyway seeps into your jeans. Seven coughs, rolls on their back, and lets out a sigh.
Blood is smeared across their face, their eyes are hazy, the blooming flower of blood grows larger across their stomach.
Your hands flail in front of you when you get on your knees, fingers shaking, lips shuttering. You feel the burning sting of tears. "Seven, what do I do? My phone is dead. We need to call an ambulance."
Seven groans. Coughs. Their hair turns damp when it sinks into a puddle by their face. "Stop...yelling."
"How can I stop?!" you cry. "I need to see it-" You begin to lift up their shirt but Seven stops you.
"No."
Anger replaces your previous fear. "Seven-"
"I don't want you to."
That hurts. Hurts more than it should in this moment. Seven is hurt, bleeding, and even now they don't want you to touch them, to care for them. Has everything been for nothing? Have all the years you two spent together meant nothing?
"You fucking asshole."
"What?" They burst up and groan, hissing and laying back down.
"I need to help you." The fear returns anew when Seven's eyes glide towards you slowly, their lips parted. Not from pain, but from slight surprise. "Please. I know you hate me. I know you have no reason to trust me. But please... I'm asking you to anyway." You bite your lip to hide the way it shakes. "Please let me help you."
It takes them a moment. They stare at you so long you feel like you're being judged. Then, in a move that shocks you even now, Seven nods and looks away.
"Go ahead."
You clear your throat, slowly peeling the shirt that sticks to the blood on their skin. Seven winces, and you let out a small sound when you catch the piece of glass lodged to their rib.
"Not bad," you try, wincing, "just a tiny piece. You'll be fine."
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"
You look at them, ready to shoot them a glare, when you see a small, amused smirk on their face.
"Shut up," you mumble, turning back to their wound.
As you inspect more of their skin, slick with blood, you catch their stomach heave when a small laugh leaves them. You look at Seven, quirking a brow. "You called me an asshole." They look at you. The blood still smeared all across their lower face, they look at you and laugh. "I'm about to die and you call me an asshole."
"You're not about to die," you say strongly and then quieter: "and you are."
Seven hums. "Maybe. Maybe you just bring it out of me."
"That's not helping," you mumble.
You move to lift their shirt higher when you feel a wet hand on your wrist. Seven's blood leaks from their fingers to your skin, but you hardly notice it. Not when they're looking at you with a face so soft it disarms your every defense. "I don't hate you."
Your heart rate quickens. "...You don't?"
They shake their head slowly, stifling a small grown with the movement. "How could I?" they mumble, but don't elaborate.
A sigh leaves them and they glide their gaze to the sky. The sound of an ambulance rings in the distance; the bartender must've called the cops.
"I don't hate you either," you say.
Seven says nothing, but their face twists into a satisfied smile, their eyes closing.
I never did.
and then seven dies. JUST KIDDING
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rapidhighway · 5 months ago
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one of my favorite things in teen titans is robin wearing his own mask underneath the red x mask
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