#lmao ok sorry thats enough

[bacchuschucklefuck]

My Accolades

[todayisafridaynight]

everyday i constantly think of masato's wheelchair and if that's his only one/main one no wonder he's so pissed at everyone

[softshuji]

are you ever listening to music in headphones and even on 100%volume it still isn't loud enough and drowning every other noise out like hello? i need to feel it in my fuckin stomach i need to be drowning in the sound i need to eat the song thanks

[dumbasspersonalitydisorder]

[revaligender]

older tulin means older kass daughters. i am obviously very normal about this

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

i love looking at my art and being like. hm. i am not beating the [redacted] allegations, despite no one having accused me of said redacted thing literally ever, not even once. which is once again funny because i am, as aforementioned, absolutely not beating the allegations

[dovedwings]

b4ndori hyperfixation returned which im happy with but also i gen cannot stand being in that fandom. pain and suffering.

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

highly associate lauretta w алоэвера 's songs aka rus icon of free love

^ idk if she's bisexual but she's (her songs) bisexual icon to me bc song below is adressed from one women to another

Каждую мою весну ты заползаешь мне в уши Голосом душишь, разрываешь на куски, на подвязки Вяжешь в узлы мои голосовые связки Каждую мою весну Бесцеремонно садишься на кресло, мол Здесь мой дом, здесь мне место, здесь не тесно И ты привязана ко мне, как леской Я тебя до одуренья люблю Я твои следы языком лизала Детка, знаешь, я целую петлю Которой шею ты мою обвязала Обвязала tr: Every spring you crawl into my ears. Strangling my voice, tearing it to pieces, tearing it to garters. Tie my vocal cords in knots Every spring of my life You sit unceremoniously on the chair, saying: "This is my home, this is where I belong, this isn't crowded" And you're tied to me like a fishing line I love you to bits I've been licking your footprints with my tongue Baby, you know I kiss the noose That you tied around my neck ****

Урок благонравия: введение. Женщина неприемлемого поведения - Это та, что с путешественником, капитаном и пьяным матросом Целуется, не задавая вопросов

Смеется громко, оголяет плечи Делает это все в один вечер Делает это регулярно и часто И, черт возьми, счастлива tr:

A lesson in good behavior: an introduction. A woman of unacceptable behavior: She's the one with the traveler, the captain and the drunken sailor. kisses without asking questions

Laughs loudly, bares her shoulders Does it all in one night. She does it regularly and often. And she's happy as hell (same song but: Бросайте мужей нелюбимых, жен несчастливых, сбегайте к морям Срывай якоря, поднимай парус, я не останусь здесь никогда / Leave unloved husbands, unhappy wives, flee to the seas. Break the anchor, hoist the sail, I'll never stay here. <- goes to eddie!) *** goes to falcone polycule Мы отбились от стаи На ночной аллее Я растаяла Чулки в районе коленей Ни совести тени, ни капли сомнений И без угрызений смеется ночь звонко И даже пустой переход Дышит словом «подонки» Кажется нас спалили Перекошены смехом лица Будет о чем рассказать Друзьям заграницей Мол, это просто Ёбург-стайл И даже до Праги доносится новость Что мы совсем оборзели И потеряли совесть tr: We broke away from the pack On a nighttime alley I melted Stockings around my knees No shadows of conscience, no doubts. And without remorse, the night laughs loudly. And even the empty crosswalk Breathes the word "scumbags." (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I think we've been caught Their faces are twisted with laughter There's something to tell To friends abroad "It's just a Random city-style And even Prague (😭) has heard the news That we've lost our self-control* And lost our conscience" *uhh it's a light curse in the original. Оборзели means smth like gone crazy but funny thing that "бОрзая" is a (past)criminal/gopnik slang for "impertinent" and "борзАя" means "borzoi" (dog) so it's lowkey means "turned animals" but like. crazy impertinent beasts

*** goes to carlo/lauretta Оправданий нет Мы были трезвыми Безбашенными, резвыми, взрослыми Доброе утро, мой выбор. Статный. Рослый. Не отвертеться.

Испытывал терпенье, томил Прогибал и лез всюду Я еще не виновата, но виновата буду Верни меня домой, верни к мосту Оба знаем: мы - в деле Вы мне так нужны, я с вами расту Вы со мною молодели Бессовестные пальцы жгут Пылок, обожжен Я же вижу кольца жмут Лезу на рожон Эта встреча нас чернит Нужно быть не с теми tr:

There's no excuses. We were sober. Crazy, frisky, grown-up. Good morning, my choice. Stately. Tall. There's no escape now

Tried my patience, languished me Bending and meddling all over me I'm not guilty yet, but I will be. Bring me home, bring me back to the bridge! We both know we're in business I need you so much, I'm growing with you You're getting younger with me*

Shameless fingers stinging Dusty, burned I see the rings are tight** I'm getting straight in the way This meeting makes us worse We should be with others *they're one year apart in age to me so it's more bout emotions/status etc etc **the song implies a married man. but let's pretend it's about engaged lauretta *** goes to lauretta & her fiance

В этот раз ничего непристойного нет Как ни прискорбно С вами удобно, в шерстяных не знобко С вами не кружевное, а хлопковое

В этом доме спокойно Но спокойно - это не повод С Вами можно в разведку А я хочу в омут, я хочу в омут (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

*** С Вами свободно, вечерами сносно С Вами не каблуки, а на плоской

Наши чувства не броски И уже набили оскому С Вами можно в разведку А я хочу в омут, я хочу в омут tr:

Nothing obscene this time It's unfortunate. You're comfortable, I don't get chilly in woolen ones. I don't wear lace, but cotton.

There's peace in this house. But peace isn't a good reason You're the one to go scouting with. And I wanna go into the maelstrom, I wanna go into the maelstrom (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

No pitfalls this time The evenings are fine I'm not in heels with you, I wear flat soles Our feelings aren't catchy And I'm sick of it already You're the one to scout with And I wanna go to the maelstrom _________________________________________ not алоэвера's songs but i just got out of track:

Если хочешь быть со мной Неси мне свои ваучеры Ведь мир такой изменчивый Ведь мир такой обманчивый Время ночи три часа Мы стоим у банкомата Евро, доллары, рубли Я любой валюте рада В банкомате нет любви Но её мне и не надо

На моих часах уже одиннадцать ноль-ноль Собирайся, милая, мы едем в Метрополь Не волнуйся, за такси я скоро заплачу Жить красиво — это сложно, но я научу Видишь справа мужика В том вельветовом костюме У него три кабака И гостиница в Батуми Или как тебе вот тот Из Америки вернулся Он за нас оплатит счёт Стоит только улыбнуться Летом на Майорку отвезёт тебя майор А зимой тебя согреет шуба от Диор Может, счастье ты себе не купишь. Ну и что? Быть несчастной лучше в лимузине, чем пешком Всё считай как ЭВМ Будь умнее, но не слишком Мир спасёт не красота Мир спасёт моя сберкнижка Не смотри так на меня Знаешь, ведь не в правде сила tr:

If you want to be with me. Bring me your vouchers 'Cause the world is such a fickle place The world is so deceitful It's three o'clock at night We're standing at the ATM Euros, dollars, rubles I'm happy with any currency There's no love at the ATM But I don't need it

It's 11AM on my watch. Come on, honey, we're going to Metropol'* Don't worry, I'll pay for the cab soon. Living beautifully is hard, but I'll teach you. See that man on the right? In that corduroy suit. He's got three pubs. And a hotel in Batumi. Or how about that one over there He's back from America. He'll pay for us If you just smile A captain** will take you to Mallorca in summer And in winter you'll be warmed by a Dior coat. Maybe you can't buy your own happiness. So what? I'd rather be miserable in a limo than on foot. Count like a computer. Be smart, but not too smart It's not beauty that saves the world. It's my bank account that saves the world. Don't look at me like that. You know that the power isn't in the truth *Metropol' - a five-star hotel in the center of moscow **police captian ([mayor] in rus - sounds like mallorca [mayorka]. so it's just a word play) *** goes to carlo/lauretta Ну! Разденься! Выйди на улицу голой И я подавлю свою ревность Если так нужно для дела Разденься! Пусть они удивятся Пусть делают вид, что не видят тебя Но им ни за что не забыть Их мысли заполнит твоё тело Разденься!

tr: Come on! Take your clothes off! Go outside naked And I'll suppress my jealousy. If it's necessary for the cause. Take your clothes off! Let them be surprised Let them pretend they don't see you But they'll never forget Their minds will be filled with your naked body Take your clothes off! ***

Я бандитов вечерами чаем угощаю Рэкетиров на пороге иногда встречаю С адвокатом мы ночами в шахматы играем Ну, а про майора так никто и не узнает Новенькой подводкой я накрашу себе стрелочки *** Ты и правда думаешь, что меня можно напугать? (Ха-ха) tr:

I serve* tea for the gangsters in the evenings. Sometimes I meet racketeers on my doorstep I play chess with the lawyer at night. And no one will ever know about the police captain. I'll paint my eyes with new eyeliner. You really think I can be scared? (ha-ha)** *my brain is small and i didn't understand how to translate it correctly but here the meaning is "to treat" and not "to serve". so a warm attitude is implied **Makes me think of possible Vito & Lauretta interaction

**** carlo/lauretta mostly but falcone polycule dynamics also (i love this song so much fr) Моя паранжа горит - мой хужа без лишних слов Поджёг её на мне своими чёрными очами А луноликий мой господин пьян в дым и горит Как лампа под прицелом моих молчаливых глаз Дым в доме дым-дым-дым - у нас так всегда Куришь на меня кальян, дымится на мне сафьян Как красиво мы горим… Как красиво мы горим Как красиво и безмолвно мы сгораем без следа! Горим-горим ясно, горим от ревности днём Ночью горим от страсти, горим первобытным огнём Горим от ярости, горим от гордыни и ни слова От любви и ненависти в нашей газовой пустыне Кто ночью твоя загорелая рабыня? - Я Наутро кто тихая погибель твоя? – Я Кто ночью ты? Лизни меня в лицо языком пламени Наутро окно распахни Из дома сгоревшего выгони дым-дым tr: My burqa's on fire, my huzha*, without a word Burned it on me with his black eyes And my moon-faced lord is drunk on smoke and he's on fire Like a lamp in the crosshairs of my silent eyes. Smoke in the house. Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke — It's always like this with us. Smoking a hookah on me, morocco is burning on me How beautifully we burn How beautifully and silently we burn without a trace! We burn bright, we burn with jealousy by day. We burn with passion at night, we burn with primal fire. We burn with rage, we burn with pride And not a word from love and hate in our gaseous desert Who is your tanned slave at night? - Me In the morning, who is your silent doom? - Me Who are you in the night? Lick my face with the tongue of flame Open the window in the morning Drive the smoke out of the burned house

Хуҗа (tatar) - Master

rip falcone polycule its a shame u never smoked a hookah. imo

anyway! уж так замыслил нас господь, что каждый день мы на охоте ничто не остановит плоть, хотящую отведать плоти

god designed us to be out hunting every day nothing can stop the flesh from savouring the flesh of another✌

[fairy-made]

White person: you think you know more than me when it comes to race and treat me like my opinion doesnt matter

Me:

[classychassiss]

Its hater hours while I wait for the deep conditioner to set

[emmys-writing-blog]

okk, I've been at a major blank for the castle infiltration chapters I had been writing. Normally I just write whenever I get the inspiration to, though it's been almost 2 months now and I still have absolutely nothing for that story. I do not think I'll continue that story; if I do, it probably won't be anytime this year. I do have a new hyperfixation and story idea though so that will probably become my whole blog. I'll start posting about that soon!

hopefully

[coridallasmultipass]

TW for my usual unhinged stance on puppets, if you're following me, you know. If you're not, I'm sorry (not sorry). ((If you're the author or narrator, I'm actually sorry.))

Okay, so because I'm allowed to be freaky on main about puppets on this site, I just wanna tell everyone, because everyone should know that creepypasta narrator Lighthouse Horror just posted a story (by author Alonso Solis) about an evil puppet show a few days ago, and I just listened, and I loved it.

Now onto freaky business:

Headcanoning the main char as a puppetfucker bc c'mon, that bromance, the way he lovingly describes Mr. Smiley's appearance, what he does before leaving the old studio towards the end... Just... Mmmm... *chef's kiss* love this kinda content. I'll sleep soundly dreaming I could have someone like that. Y'know? Big, glassy eyes, big grin, secret evil laugh, mildly self-animate...

[todayisafridaynight]

seonhee and sawashiro both being associated with purple's the most evil shit in the world now who the fuck am i supposed to put in my purple card holder

[seithr]

mantis cruiser run completed. 1 hull pt. live crew reaction

[snekdood]

bitches be like: *sexually abuses you and emotionally abuses you and mentally abuses you, etc* tch, kid, you're just so sheltered, thats why you fell for all of my actions, it's because you're sheltered and not bc I specifically manipulated you, and this is totally 100% your fault for sure. It's normal for me to act this way.

[the-moon-files]

I love the idea of humans being built different, it's even more fun when you get to unintentionally traumatized the other people :3

Sorry for late reply! I didnt realize i had mail 🥺💌

No fr, one of my fav tropes in "humans space orcs" fandom stuff over there, is like what we eat/strength equivalent/resistence to stuff = and the reactions thereof to it lmao

OH JUST HAD A FOUL THOUGHT

What if most things just bounced off of us as humans, bc the gravity in Hyrule is different than ours, i mean it is a diff planet (kinda?)

(This is not how gravity works, more like we could have extreme jumping, but roll with my bs science im an arts kid)

or like if we did get hit, it had nowhere near the impact of how it's hit a hylian, like for example: Guardians.

The guardians get possessed/copied into Dark versions after running around Wild's hyrule enough, and so not only is it 10x harder to beat than usual guardians, as its taking nearly half the chain trying to take it down (rather than like 2 usually)

And even better if ur out of the fight bc they still expect u to not be great at it, like ok ur temperature resistent, but thats not helpful in battle-

U get fucking hit by a Guardian Laser Beam, and everyone freezes, the Links fighting the guardian, the Links fighting the misc monsters, Wild mightve even screamed and came running after you-

And you just kinda, sit. Like someone pushed you while u were off balance, and u flopped on the ground, still sitting up even 💀

And ur chest is hot, but not burned or anything

Yeah, I'd love a universe of Humans ≠ Hylians

Maybe ill make a fic or like a bunch of oneshots abt this with Masc!reader, if anyone is vaguely interested in reading it

Otherwise id write it for myself and not bother posting LMAO

Peace out,

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