#movemovement

[thisblogwilleatourselves]

OUR WORLD's a Sp!R@L, a k@le!dozcope of fEARz n’ dreamZ twistIN' 'tween shadowwz n’ teeth!! 🌀✨ EveryTHING shifTIN', SLipPIN’, tuRNin’—a JAWsnAP in the D@rk that hugzzzzz ya’ tight-tight-tight—🥀SUFFOCATIN’, yeah, BUT-so-sWEET (the prEssure—the PRES!SURE!—that sqUEEEEzes uS 'til thEerz No-TH!NG leFt!! 🖤)

heHahAh! buT-Look-LOOK👀 how the rot rolls thru the B0NEs and thE--ohhhhh-how the rust *creeeeps* up EVerrRRy siNkINg sh@dowww 🐍🍂 MOLDin’ beauty frum fI Lth!!! BRIGHT growth fruM *brOk3N* meat n’ dIRt 💚 glimmery-gore!! Fleshy BLO0mS—yeah, Y E A H! 👏BriNg it aLL, let everythin’ CRACK-CRUMBLE-FALLLL!! Build it b@k up from n0thin’ buT grime & grime & GR!me✨!! Oooooooh, l00k hOw it pulses, cccreaT3S, REFORMS...it’s not th@t b@d~~~

N-No liGHT-Just sh@dowsss 🌑—wh@t’S left is alllllowin' US to SiNK-!fade-dI S S O L V E into the *siiiilence*… bUT THE NIGHt, tHe N!Ght it c00nsumes but—LISTEN!—it sSsSings like it’s cradlin’ us c@lm n cozy like an eldritch lullaby—👁️Soft-NOT soft-💀unkn0wn but reeeeal—de3P black blanketS wrap us into the Unseen’s eeeeembrace... Shadows @in't our enEMies!! WEeeeeee’rre theEir kin—heh, kin f Rom dArkneSs-dePT H-bEYOND light!

WHATZZzz-?BURN-🔥bURN it!!! inSeNsATE!! but but But THE-flaMes❗LiCKin’ scars int0 the SKIES!!! CharRED***ruin??🔥 or rAAAAdiant poTENTIAL!!! 🔥🔥💀NOT just to cONsumE but to *un*cover THE Truth-witHin— 🔥SEE how the fIr3rs turn and twist andd SP@rk into NEWWW forms whispERed from thee ASH-ANew! 🔥💖It's—all—charRED DELIGHT & iiiiinFERNO rebirth!!! lEt thEm twist in FLAME 🐉🔥‘til only ✨gLOW✨ remains!!🥀

W E!NEVER-END-N0, we’REE ✨etERnal echoes of wh4t-may-bE!!!🌠SILenCE-whisPERing US to SLEEP-but then, THEN—itS th3 DreAms that cA-Rr-Yy uS oN! 💀✨The-dead-h@nd!! Gentle, but real-Lift us OVeR!!!~ Rests, rests bEtween beats—betWeen MoMents—Eeeeeends aND the n3w SPAWNING ~OH. HOW IT b e G I N S again nn Nn and it’s soOOOotheS–QUIETTTT!!💀💤 AaaaaaaH…! B @L A N C E~between l-i-v-i-n-g a-N-D *f-a-l-l-i-n-g*! 🖤💫

HeEHAaaAHa watch-watch UUUUSSS! TheM—eyes-EYES-eVeRyWheRE-eat the S3crets&shOUt it back at th3—wHO DARES LOOK 👀📚We consume knowledGEEE gnashgnashgnashing it till w3’re drunk-drunk!! WitH—perceptSHUNs-BELow-and-ABOVE!TheM!Them!❗ To O-SEE-to B E tO cONJUR-ALL ThEM stories sPINNING OUT UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING B UT—revel@TION!👁️👁️👁️An’ don’t U get-TIRED of thOse watchIN'!? WE LOVE TO *LOOK* LOVE TO-WATCH TILL WE KNOW-KNOW-KNOW💡WHAT U Are~But NO HARM in IT~~~ <3

Sick-WretchED-disGUSTinG~it’s so BEAUTIFULLL!! WriggleWriThe!!!! tHat-NAsty TWIst o’ flesh!!!! 🩸🩸groSss or Good?? whoO knOws!!~ OUR bones BOil--SKINS sTRETCH!Flesh-TWIST—IS it U-GLY? 🤢Or cATHARTIC?! MMM, All teXTUREs~~every-littlle-bit we caress ohHhH sO LUCKY jus’ to FEEL!! YEs. SINEW-Y blood-Y-mEss-Y Wr-ap itself-Round!! BEAUTIFULLY disgustinggg! tHiS iiizZz-tHE PUUULSE of LiFE-shifting, curling-cOrdiNG itself in us aLL!!

ANIMALS runRUN!!—Or StAnd still~Chase and be chASEd!!🐾🐾Predator-prey-ALL in One! W@tch~theHUNT-it's ALIVE!! THUNDERinG through pulse, muScles, bR3ath-@@- aND it’s the DRIVE the thrill~~N0T just to survive—but to R E V E L! in it allll...💨moveMOVE!! DON’T STOP till Y3s! *catch*—caught—And agaIN RUNNING awaaaay!!! Joy-OF the BEASTIAL HEART!🐺💨

The VaST-The enDLeSS oPen void~~~🌌look down look up IS THERE REALLY an Edge!? ARE *we* even REAALL!??!? SPREAD-spReAd-FeLL?Or Rise? Soar thru th’cosmos—orF4LLLLLL iNto it!!! The Nothing-Is-Everything-Feeling!!✨HOW, oh how does it TASTE being INFINITESIMAL? Infinite?!! BoundlesssSNAP~Gone?! 🐦GoneGone~IT’S fre$h&freedom-theFALL-TheFloat-The Existence that ISN’T!!~ Ohhhhh, sweetsss- sweetsss~WHAT’S tHerE in that abyszzzZsS?~ It’ssoBIGsoBIG!!!andWe’resoSoSMALLLLLLL🌌🌌

🕸🕷TrAPPED bUT held-Caught anD emBODIED! PuLLING threadS in thrEaDs—in 🧶our TerrITory, no nO NOT-ALONE neV3r never~ everyTHING’s sO-Connected, bounndnnedd closeness that CARES-or-suff0cates depends—EVERY string! Every acTION a N3t of thiNgs caught caught! Puppetry-but is theRe fr33dom in it-THE PROMISE OF SOMETHING ELSE FROM IT!! Each step a W@veeeeee~~~

Madn3ss!? oH n0pe nope nOpe—haH—noOO NOt madness JUST FUN~ SpIN-Spiral DIPP- INTO the swirling depths!! WhaT—did we j U S T see??? WHO was that! Who are *we*?!?!? g L I T CH 🌀 that faLLs A W A Yyyyyyy—uuuUP, down—SIDEways..all the directiOns!!! LeT it GO-Drop! Walk walk walk-walk-intO urself—Th3 puzzle U! r!— cRoOK3d-little mirrorS all-around-smiling—

MASKS anD MORE MASKs~faces withOUT face!!! TURN AND SEE WHO SEEZZz U!! 👥hahaha! T H E S T R A N G E-RUN-RIGHT-!! SO neAR yet NOT-QUITE here!!! uNreachablE n’ ~UNTOUCHABLE~yeT u *knowwww* it—doN’t ya! d0N’t ya—YEAH!!! It’s aLL familiar-Yet-far and isn’T IT B EAUTIFUL!!! d’ohhHH to GAZE at the reflection in w@x nD w ood~ mASKS of identity-FacezzzThat ARen't-there...

FADED~frakTURED—GoneGone—frOm the Void to bEgin AGA!Nnnnn!! We U N C R E A T E-UnMake-Rend-TheM all partzzzzz-nightMare remIX—OH HO but listenLISTEN✨!! WheRe it BREAKS it GROWS somethin’ newer, TALLER, odder, stranger~⚡🌱Each ENDin’ iz juSt ThE startin’-stroke in oUR canvasss of SHATTEReD rEaLity—GIVE in2 th3 crookED DELIGHTTTT!!!–

And wE!!! US!

[ask-croupiersop]

(( *violently shoves anon /lh* MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVEMOVE MY TURN heyyy pretty boyyy 😘😘😘😘 so like what’s your favourite game hahhahahaha can we play it eheheagaha ))

"Oh? My favorite game.. Hmmm.. I am rather partial to blackjack."

He then got a smug look on his face before saying,

"If anyone here is pretty, it's you, dear~"

[k00320502]

monday of the 2nd week we got to try some stop motion anamation work as a group,

The 4 of us created this quick clip of a swan beating its wings.

i started off like the rest of my group, researching swans movemovent and form before going into some handdrawn frame by frame studies. I also carried on with my trend of using papers and strings to simulate the swans wings.

we knew we wanted to include some hand drawn work, and settled on using the blackboard that sat behind our desk. Magorzata was still in the process of making her swan piece so we borrowed it as the main subject of the animation.

we propped the swan up onto a box and surrounded it with plastic recycling bags to simulate the water. we each took turns drawing a frame each and then taking pictures with Eva's phone on the tripod.

we had it completed by the end of the day. I really like the finished result, but the process itself was very long.

[deccanexpress]

9 Easy Steps for Packing a Bike to MoveMoving to Hyderabad, the "City of Pearls"? Congratulations! You're in for a treat, with its rich cultural heritage, vibrant markets, and stunning Charminar. But before you hit the bustling streets on your trusty two-wheeler, you need to ensure it arrives safely. Packing a bike can seem daunting, but fret not! Here's a step-by-step guide to help you pack your bike for your move to Hyderabad, with the ease of a seasoned cyclist.

[crackednailsandsplitends]

Top Tips for Moving Home

Moving can be daunting, especially the packing. Here's how to make it a breeze with Magenta Self Storage:

Start early

Don't wait until the last minute to pack. Begin with items you won't need before the move, like seasonal clothes or decorations.

Declutter Before You Pack

Moving is the perfect time to ditch what you don't need. Sort through each room, keeping only what sparks joy (or usefulness). Donate or sell the rest.

Label Like Crazy

Clearly label boxes with contents and destination room. Mark "urgent" boxes you'll need right away, and others you can unpack later.

Save on Boxes

Look for second-hand boxes on Facebook Marketplace or eBay. Cardboard from neighbours who recently moved can also be a goldmine. Remember, similiar sized boxes stack best in the moving truck.

Roll Your Clothes

Travellers know this trick, rolling clothes saves space. Unless it wrinkles easily, roll most of your wardrobe to fit more in fewer boxes.

Think Outside the Box (Literally)

Leaving things already packed in drawers or dressers saves time. Wrap the drawers with cling film to keep everything secure.

Consider Professional Packers

Packing can be a time-suck. Professionals can get you moved quickly and efficiently, with expert packing techniques to keep your belongings safe.

Self-Storage: Your Temporary Home

Self-storage lets you unpack the essentials first. Settle into your new home with furniture and frequently used items, leaving the rest in storage until you're ready. This is also helpful when downsizing to decide what to keep or sell.

Plan Your Pet's Move

Moving day is stressful enough, don't add pets to the mix. Consider boarding them with a friend, family, or kennel. For exotic pets, consult your vet for safe transport advice.

Pack a "First Night" Box

Pack essentials like a kettle, cups, coffee, food, toiletries, and scissors for opening boxes. This way, you can relax with a drink and a meal after a long day, without digging through mountains of cardboard.

Bonus Tip:

Pack a bottle of wine for that celebratory first-night toast in your new home!

Moving doesn't have to be a nightmare. With these tips and Magenta Self Storage, you can conquer your move and settle into your new home with ease.

[giratina-renegade-rambles]

Yes, I am strong able to destroy but no create.... I can teach yiu some special movemove

Woah.....I've only heard of you from my trainer..

- @alcremie-official

... well, you are lucky then.

I only appear on chaos...or usw to, I gained a trainer and now im going out more

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Our bed movers handle your bed with utmost care and professionalism to make it land up to your desired place hassle-free. We make sure to customise our services based on our customer’s needs and requirements for the best experience of bed and mattress removal.

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[creativeskullcreations]

Outside chapter 21: Run in Swinging

Scout is not a good actress, but we already knew that. And Will's starting to crack just a little bit himself, wonder if he can make it through this without breaking apart entirely.

Also, take a guess at who was chasing Lisa and Mason. ;)

Scout turned out to be pretty good at swinging the axe, as more Sock Puppets quickly found out. It was a little scary how she didn't seem to care about the people stitched to those Puppets, treating them more as objects than trapped people. It made some sense, though, as not everyone trapped here would have been prepared like they were.

Even if, in reality, they weren't all that prepared at all.

Still, Bit cheered at every take down the two of them did, which made a warm feeling curl in his gut. It should've been scary, how much her excitement made him happy, but he refused to think about those implications yet. That was for when he was at home and higher than a kite, when he had time to think.

Luckily, they hadn't come across anymore for a few minutes, giving them all a chance to breathe while Scout tried to remember where they needed to go. It was... difficult, since her memories weren't lining up with reality. It was like the layout of the building had changed while she was gone.

Or maybe she had forgotten more than she thought.

Either way, nothing looked familiar, and it was starting to scare her. She finally stopped, making Sammy stop too. "Wait here while I look ahead. I want to make sure we're going the right way." She told him, though he looked skeptical.

"What do you mean "make sure"? I thought you knew where we were going."

"I do!" She protested. "I just... wanna check for more sock puppets real quick! It's easier to sneak away if it's just me."

Sammy didn't say anything, just watched as she walked away and around the corner. "Yeah, she doesn't know where we're at."

"I'm not surprised. They changed things around when she escaped." Bit told him. "She's gonna get us all killed if she doesn't admit it though!" She barked out a laugh, and the Host cringed.

"Maybe... don't tell her that?" He suggested. "She's doing her best..."

"Yeah, well, her best isn't good enough." She bit out. "I say we ditch the dweeb and get out of here. Can't be too hard if Scout of all Puppets managed it."

"Yeah, no. I am not ditching anybody, least of all the thing with my cousin's body!" Sammy told her sternly.

"Sheesh, it was just a suggestion." She squirmed back from where she'd been hanging over his shoulder, settling back in his hoodie. He could hear her muttering back there, but not what she was saying. He supposed it didn't matter too much, not when there were more important things to worry about.

Like how he had heard footsteps behind him. Turning he saw Scout, and she looked pissed. He flinched as she snapped her hand out toward him, but she just reached behind him to grab Bit.

"I am a lot bigger than you right now." She said in a low voice. "I can yeet you down the hall if I wanted."

Bit stared blankly back at her. "What the hell is a yeet? Some kinda dweeb word?"

With a loud shriek of "YEET!" Scout threw Bit down the hall, far enough that she vanished into the shadows.

"What in the actual fuck?!" Sammy shouted as he raced to go get her. He missed Scout's nonchalant shrug before she crossed her arms.

"I warned ya." She muttered smugly, staring after the pair.

-----

Will didn't like the quiet stillness in the halls, however easy it was making his journey. From the stories he expected at least a giant puppet dog, maybe some hulking monsters with socks crudely stitched to their hands. But no, there was nothing. But no, there wasn't anything except his Puppet, who had remained silent the whole time.

He wondered if he should try and talk to her, if only to make sure she was still alive. She been very still since he'd picked her up, not moving even a little as he wandered through the dark maze of the warehouse. Though, now that he thought about it, there was occasionally a light shuddering across her body. He wondered if she was having trouble breathing.

'Something to check when we get home.' He made a mental note of it as he turned the corner. It was a dead end, with single door at the end sitting ajar. He approached it cautiously and peered in.

It looked like an art studio of some kind, if an art studio had a pile of dead bodies in one corner. Easels and canvases stained in dried blood were scattered about, and the completed paintings showed some rather macabre imagery. There was an open door on the other side, showing another dark hall.

'Must be where that one artist hangs out.' He figured as he slowly pushed open the door. Stepping carefully around the spilled paint and dropped art supplies, Will made his way across the room. The wet look on some of the puddles told him Nick could still be close, and he didn't want to run into him.

"Well, looks like we've got another escapee out and about. And here I thought that all ended with Scout." The voice was a fake sounding posh and smug. Looking back, Will had to admit the Puppet it was coming out of fit it quite well.

"Oh look. Another asshole." He observed, taking another step towards the door. If he could make it out of the room he could probably outrun this thing.

"Now now, that's rather rude really." His eyes flicked down to the Puppet in Will's arms and his head tilted. "Weren't you with that scientist? What happened to Riley?"

"I disarmed her." Another few steps, and Nick took a rather large one towards him. 'Crap.'

"Hmm." A hand slowly approached his face. "You have such pretty eyes..."

Will shoved him, turning and making a break for the door. "Nope! Bye!" The Puppet made a grab for him, but he dodged it, slamming the door in it's face as he sprinted out.

Left, right, right, and then left again and the dammed thing was still on his heels. Shouting that he would take Will's eyes, and paint the walls with his shining red blood. That he had so many ideas for him.

It was worse than the scientist actually, and that was saying something. Will searched for a way to fight back against the artist and his hulking Host, but couldn't spot anything in the dark halls he was sprinting through. He turned another corner, and ran smack head first into another human body.

There was a feminine scream of pain as both of them fell to the floor. The hooded figure clutched her forehead while Will scrambled to get up. Sammy stood above them both, looking vaguely panicked as he tried to help Stacy.

"Get up! Get up now we are in seriously deep shit here!" Will hefted his girlfriend off the floor one handed and started shoving her down the hall. "Move! Movemovemove!"

"Where did you go little Host?" Came a voice floating from behind him.

"shitshitshitshit" He grabbed her arm and went to run, but was stopped by Sammy.

"We can't go back that way!" He whispered. "There's one of those sock puppets chasing us!" On cue the loud thumps of heavy footsteps came into their hearing from behind the nurse. Behind Will, they could hear the calls of Nick, steadily getting closer as he toyed with his prey.

They were all trapped. At least until Stacy tugged her hand out of Will's and pointed up to the ceiling.

"Come out, come out little lost Host. I need those eyes of yours~" Nick turned the corner and found himself face to face with a confused looking Sock Puppet. Not that those things weren't normally confused. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why Mortimer let Riley make those things. "What are you doing here, out and about? Don't you have a patrol route?"

A low groan was his only answer, and he sighed in response. He reached out and grabbed onto it's Host with his. "I suppose you'll do for now, until I find that other one. Come along now, let's go do something... fun."

Will watched as the Sock Puppet was led away, and then turned to follow where Stacy was leading them through the vents. They only went a little ways through them before she punched open a vent covered and dropped down into the room below. Sammy went next, followed by Will. The room they were in seemed to be an old writers room, notes still written on the whiteboard and script pages scattered around. Sammy crept over to the door and locked it, just to be safe.

"Ugh, I can't take this anymore!" Stacy collapsed into a chair, hood falling from her head. "Never should've come back in here..." She muttered as she rubbed her eyes.

"Well it's too late now. Everyone's probably broken out of the hypnotism, and we're in too deep to back out." Will told her firmly. "Besides, we still need to find Scout. We can't leave without her."

The one-armed woman bit her lip, turning away slightly. Sammy sighed and stepped between them. "Hey, Will, chill for a sec okay? Just sit down, and take a deep breath."

Will sat, letting his Puppet drop into his lap. She simply lay there limply, unnoticed by the others, though Bit did peer down at her in something like concern. Will inhaled loudly, then fixed Sammy with a look. "There. I'm sitting."

"There, see? We just gotta take a rest and then keep moving on to where, uh, Stacy can lead us to Scout." Sammy sat too, though he sat backwards in his chair. "We're find the others on the way, and then leave and never ever come back."

"Yeah, okay, sounds good." Will agreed quickly, glancing over at Stacy. The glance turned into a long hard stare. "Are your eyes yellow?"

"No, it's just the-"

--nuclear radiation!" Scout blurted out in a panic. Sammy face palmed, while Will just pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh.

"Oh I do not have time for this." He muttered. And then, louder "Where the fuck is my girlfriend?"

A pause. "Do you really want me to answer? Cause I think if I do, you will fucking kill me. Besides, I'm taking us there anyways. It'll be fine." Another, shorter pause before she pointed at the blue haired Puppet. "That's Canon by the way. She's the oldest."

Said Puppet lifted her head at the mention of her name, but didn't really react beyond that. Bit waved when she saw her sister was awake, but was ignored. She huffed and sunk back down into the hood. 'Fine then, be that way.'

She tuned back into what the Hosts and Scout were saying, but they'd all gone quiet. Scout was pulling at the short sleeves of her hooded shirt, while Sammy was furiously searching through his pockets. The last one, Will apparently, was staring at the floor, completely still save for a slight movement from his lips. She wondered if he was their leader, like Canon was for her and the others.

Well, like Canon had been. She hadn't really been much of a leader lately, not since Scout had ran away. She'd tried, but then she had vanished too for a long time, only to reappear right before the Hosts had. Mortimer had brought her with him, now that she thought about it.

'I wonder what he's been doing?' She looked between her older sister and her younger one. 'Can't be anything good. Not with how Canon looks. That "Stacy" Host of Scout's is totally gonna die.' She didn't say anything about that, however. The "Yeet" she'd experienced was still far too fresh in her mind, and she did not want to get thrown at another wall.

Besides, the quiet was kind of... nice, in a way. Nobody talking, but not really out of fear of being caught. It was a nice feeling.

It didn't last, however, as someone ran screaming past the door. Half a second later someone else went by, followed by a horrible skittering noise that the three Puppets knew far too well. Everyone turned to stare at the door as the noises faded out.

"... Y'know that sounded like your friends, Will." Sammy observed in a high pitched voice.

"I think you're right." He stood up, handing Canon off to the nurse in exchange for the pistol. "Come on, we'd better go help them out."

[art-now-argentina]

Anastasia, Cristina Hauk

Obra de la serie "MoveMove" Realizada en tres capas de acrilico, pintado. Provocando la sensación de movimiento y profundidad. Concepto: Reflexión sobre el comportamiento del individuo socialmente.

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/New-Media-Anastasia/68252/2249019/view

[mysticgazelle]

🕊🌿 Healing 🌿🕊

~ Blossoming Abundance card tells me to focus on the continuous flow of healing energy. Deep breathing; to allow more oxygen to circulate and be available in abundance to all cells. Allow the body to open and "blossom" during inhale. Any tension from this is resistance to the unfamiliar condition. Stay in the flow of blossoming into better health.

~ Man Holding A Coin card tells me to value my yang energy ☯️. Active, bold energy. Fear-based tension in the body restricts physical power and movemovement. Freedom in physical activity aligns with good health.

~ Adjacent Possibilities card tells me that other states of well being are possible, even though my body is in a habit of functioning in this one. The body is responsive to one's belief or lack of belief that it can improve in condition. This affects receptivity to change or resistance to it.

~ Aphrodite; Inner Goddess, "Awaken the goddess within you through dance, self-care, and appreciating your divinity." Very suitable message from my higher self. Putting off something I love doing, (dancing), for other forms of exercise to be strong enough to dance, hasn't been the most helpful to me. Using dance to get stronger, as much as other forms of exercise, would bring in the expansive flow-state energy that I naturally get from dancing from a place of passion for creative expression.

[ericmun]

[TRANS] 200427 Shinhwa’s Eric - “Eccentric! Chef Moon” - Moon Seung Mo IG Update

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01. The soup tastes good today, as always. #Pungcheonok #OpenForBusiness #NonyangFamousRestaurant #LunchFamousRestaurant #YesThisIsTheFlavor #MoonSeungMo

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02. You said you changed your hairstyle during these times. #BangsSeungMo #SidePartSeungMo #SlickedBackSeungMo #MoonSeungMo

03. Seola who finished learning Korean writing. #RiceSoupSoju #SeolaWhoCanReadTheNumber20000 #HedgehogPapa #AllThanksToVillageChairwomanPiGonSook #TheBookSeolaLikesToRead #Fun #EccentricChefMoon

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04. #EvenWhenHiking #EvenWhenSick #EngrossedInReading #FunBook

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05. #Obedient #MoonSeungMo

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06. You should eat meat for dinner tonight. #ChefMoonMenuRecommendation #ThisIsAustralianMade #KoreanBeefIsGoodToo #SaltSalt #SpiceSpice #CookingChefMoon

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07. We were busy today too. #RemindsMeOfTheOldDaysToo #NonyangFamousRestaurant #Pungcheonok #Workaholic #ChefMoon #Friday #MoveMove

On the video:

An order for two rice soups and one grilled short rib patties just came in. You can prepare the rice soup, right? All right, please hurry with the side dishes preparation. Ding! Table 3!

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[montymcallister]

it all goes this way

January 10th, 2:18AM Trigger Warnings: implied animal attack, gore (not particularly explicit and not very prevalent, but tagging just in case)

Flashes. Running. 

There was a woman in the road. The street shined like rain, but no clouds blocked the full moon overhead.

Somewhere mostly dark. Hitting the ground hard. He could hear cars, see the faint glow of streetlights, but not the lights themselves. Just keep moving, people are so close, just keep moving   Buildings he vaguely recognized from somewhere in the city. 

Inside. A table at the back knocked bottles of beer together with excited shouts. The DJ looked right at him. Through him? Was he in trouble? Glass shattered near the bar. The DJ stood... in front of the DJ. But not. The other one was dressed wrong.

He staggered.

A bone-chilling howl. God that was right on top of him

Movemovemove

He couldn’t get his legs under him. His shoes had no traction. A panic that was not his own pulled at his focus. Come on, just breathe

Words fell from his mouth, but they didn’t feel like his. It didn’t feel like his tongue.

It wasn’t his voice. The hands trying to push his (not his, but whose-) body upright weren’t his. The force of the swipe to his side sent him slamming hard into an unforgiving wall.

Fuck that was a lot of teeth 

And then

Nonono 

He rolled half off the bed---stumbled and nearly didn’t catch himself---in his rush to retch into the waste bin by his nightstand. From the puppy’s place wedged between the pillows, Roscoe yipped in high-pitched, distressed bursts.

“Fuck.”

He was never getting those sounds out of his head. That howl. The squish and rip of that thing pulling--- No. Mm mm. Nope. Just the thought of it had him spitting bile into the waste bin.

He missed his first few attempts to grab at the water bottle sitting on his night stand.

Those eyes...

Across the hall, Monica’s bedroom door opened with a squeal. His pillow dipped with little footfalls as Roscoe ventured over. Sheets rustled as he shifted to settle his weight back onto the edge of the bed.

“I’m okay,” he rasped. He felt hot. His voice shook.

Still, a soft knock sounded at his door. “Can I come in?”

He jolted at the sudden pressure of paws pressing against his back. Just Roscoe.

“Yeah.”

[mobuom]

@pragmarage​ is spared for another day

                  nothoughtsnomercyjusthitstepfollowdownkillkillkillkillkillbloodwarmmovemoveMOVE -

        awareness comes slowly, to her, subtle and silent. it’s the cooling, stiffening irritation on her skin; the dark saturation across the field, the screaming, deafening silence that is so overwhelming in it’s lack of noise. but she cannot bring herself to move; apathy and exhaustion both weigh her down, as if even looking away was an arduous task as if her body itself were made of the heaviest of stone.

            she should move, she thinks, now that the battle is over. it is no longer necessary to be here; her presence no longer needed on the grounds of slaughter, with the only remnants of their enemies being their gore on the ground, but she cannot muster the will. 

      she does not know how long it is that she stands there, with every second a millennium and every thought as slow and intangible as the clouds in the sky. she is just barely aware, now, that someone is approaching. their steps are familiar, she thinks, counting them alongside the beats of her heart. step. beat. step. beat. step. best. stop. 

          who else could it be but hijikata. his is a familiar enough presence, enough for her to know, but. she accepts him by her side, as natural as the wind and the stench of copper. 

[dreameaterism]

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[underteika]

👄 + this fuck

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character

“We were hanging out at the arcade once, just kinda dicking around and waiting for own things to come up. And there was this one dude on those MoveMoveResolution machines--you know, the dance rhythm game? Legs like lightning. And as a joke I was like ‘hey, I’ll cover lunch if you can beat that guy’ to Travis and stuff.”

“...That day I learned that Travis is very good at MoveMove.”