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hawkewild · 4 months ago
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DA4 Dev: I wasn't interested in Lucanis until I heard his voice, my coworker thinks he sounds like a muppet though (x)
Half of this fanbase, with barely controlled lust: ok which muppet tho 👀👀👀
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theinnermostsanctum · 7 months ago
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lol nick and kelly bonding over avoiding fbi suvs
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chronicowboy · 9 months ago
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fun fact: when i type bitchy eddie is the first word autosuggested to me by my keyboard!!
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cream-and-tea · 2 years ago
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on the topic of names, how did you choose fiver's name?
fivers name actually clicked with me pretty quickly! in-canon and irl he’s named after one of the main characters in Watership Down and (like most of the characters in this book) the name has some kind of symbolism related to his backstory and plot, specifically related to prophets and fortunetelling since those are pretty big aspects of his story.
to be honest i actually decided on the name “fiver” before building the character he’d eventually become, even though (for me and my writing) it usually happens the other way around where i come up with a characters general concept before i give them a name lol. in thanks for this ask i am offering you four fiverbackstory tunes that relate to the same stuff that his name does: “john the revelator” by depeche mode and steve fitzmaurice, “venetian blind man” by will wood and “cassandra” by florence + the machine <3
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unclekaz · 11 months ago
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honestly one of my favorite drabble things is absolutely just putting nolan in seemingly normal situations and making him the cosmic straight man because he literally stumbled out of the equivalent of war.
for example: nolan goes to a gay bar. nolan shows up and goes straight to the counter, he doesn't think anything about the fact that it's also a club, he just wants a drink. he orders a beer and immediately realizes that the brand kinda just sucks. then he looks around. the music makes his head hurt, the lights are kinda bright.. the people seem okay though. so he just leaves.
there's something so entertaining about the fact that he essentially has the tactical assessment of a kid whenever stepping into an entertainment environment. he's absolutely thinking to himself if he even likes it, if he doesn't? he just leaves. he knows why he didn't like it and now uses that knowledge for the future, i.e when he steps into a club and asks for low-grade painkillers for his headache after leaving
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reputativn · 1 year ago
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horrorlesbians · 8 days ago
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"we ALL failed britney :(" you're calling chappell roan an entitled rude bitch in the comments of instagram reels for being reasonably angry and standing up for herself because people are treating her like an object. you would have done the same to britney, you cunt
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lavandulacosmos · 2 years ago
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10000 posts!
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hyrules-warrior · 4 months ago
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I love how part of the plot of the first Luigi's Mansion is the result of Mario being a paranoid and overprotective older brother
The entire reason he is at the mansion is because he is suspicious of Luigi winning a contest he didn't enter and doesn't want him there alone. They agree to meet at the mansion but clearly Mario went early to "scope it out" before Luigi agreed to meet him there (cause Luigi is a punctual dude lets be real he wouldn't be late) and gets himself captured. He was right that it was a trap so his paranoia isn't unfounded but maybe if he hadn't gone ahead they could have handled it together... or both been captured... who knows!
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astronomodome · 4 months ago
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ur doing the hermit swap thing right? could i request an eldritch gem? i think she deserves it
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something in the water
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markscherz · 1 year ago
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your pfp looks like an AI generated image
I'm not sure what to do with that information. Would this one be better?
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shadow4-1 · 3 months ago
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This can't be happening.
“C’mon…c’mon…” You mutter through gritted teeth, leg shaking in discomfort.
The heli jerks from turbulence, but you don’t have it in you to panic. Another wave of stomach cramps hits you like a punch to the gut. You wince and breathe out hard. You’ve dealt with food poisoning enough to recognize the signs, except, it was never you in the patient’s position. Nikolai comes over the comms. Ten minutes from base. You could kiss the bastard. At this rate you know you’ll be able to make it back.
The rest of your team isn’t faring much better.
Price sits stock still at the end of your group, eyes far away. There’s a thick sheen of sweat on his brow. He looks paler than usual. Judging by the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down, you know which end the contaminated MREs are going to come up. And of course he fights his nausea all the way.
Next to Price is Gaz, who sits completely doubled over on himself. He tries to hide his grimace under the brim of his faded, blue ball cap but its no use. Despite the rushing wind and the crackling commands of the comms, you can make out his grunts of pain. A sudden jolt of turbulence makes him press a firm palm to his lower belly. He grits his teeth so hard his lips quirk up and you can see the gleam of his teeth. He crinkles his nose in disgust and discomfort.
Farther down on the bench sits Soap, who is (for better or for worse) completely passed out. He leans against Ghost, a thick dribble of saliva spilling out of the corner of his mouth. You cringe at the realization he’s probably going to puke upon being woken up. But, its probably why Ghost has his arm wrapped protectively around Soap’s shoulders. His arm position keeps the unconscious man upright, but also keeps him out of the predicted splashzone.
Speaking of Ghost, his eyes are wide and bloodshot, and his chest seems to heave with every breath. The two of you share a moment of eye contact before another wave of stomach cramps hit you. With every internal muscle you own, you force your body to keep your fluids inside you. It hurts so inconceivably bad, but thankfully the moment passes and you get a brief moment of relief. You don’t have much longer before you inevitably shit your pants, but hopefully you’ll have enough time to get to the bathroom.
Through heavy breaths you glance around again. Price is the only one who’s situation seems to have changed. His hand sits on his thigh, balled up in a tight fist. He seems to focus on it, for a moment before releasing his grip. He shakily exhales.
This is not good.
Nikolai comes on the comms again. Finally, it’s landing time. Everyone but Soap perches on the edge of their seats, fingers twitching at their seatbelt release buttons. You try really hard to think about your next plan of attack. The closest bathrooms from the helipad would be the men’s. If you remember correctly, they only have four stalls which are usually occupied. The women’s bathrooms are on the other side of the barracks. If you ran like hell you’d probably make it, but you’d most certainly disturb your fellow females with the very uncomfortable symphony of your body turning itself inside out. Then you have it. The best idea in your God forsaken life.
The rec-room restroom.
The rec-room was for 141 enjoyment alone, and thusly, the bathroom. There were two stalls (for male and female, but it didn’t really matter). If you were fast enough you could probably beat out Soap and Gaz. You were certain that both Price and Ghost were going to make a beeline for their personal quarters. Neither man seemed like the type to let their weakness show to their team.
The heli lands.
In a flash, seatbelts and kits are undone and tossed away. Ghost smacks Soap’s chest with the back of his hand. The Scot jolts upright, covers his mouth, then throws himself out of the still whirring aircraft. Everyone watches through their frenzied movements as Soap is the first to break. He trips and falls off the concrete helipad and into the grass surrounding it. He gets up onto his hands and knees, then vomits so hard his body shakes.
You feel a spasm in the back of your throat at the sight, but swallow it down. You will NOT be puking in the heli. In fact, you weren’t going to let yourself puke at all. Absolutely not.
Price is the first one out. You’ve never seen the man unsteady, and yet, you see him skip a step on the way down. A poor sergeant tries to greet him, but is pushed aside with a firm hand to the chest. Price would never do something like that unless…he wasn’t going to make it?
You stand there in shock for a moment, but then are nearly sent tumbling out of the heli. Gaz practically bowls you over as he runs after your Captain. He didn’t apologize either. You nearly grab at his collar and jerk him backwards out of annoyance, but opt to be the bigger person.
Okay. Show time.
The poor Sergeant winces as you stagger up to him. You ask him to send Soap to sick-bay, and to alert the medical staff that the whole team would be headed there at some point. He seems nervous, and so, despite your discomfort, you offer him a smile and a pat on the shoulder as you shuffle away. He visibly softens, then immediately rushes to Soap’s aid. You breathe out a sigh of relief. Of course, despite having to shit just as bad as the rest of them, you have to be the adult in this situation. Oh well, you know you’ll make it.
Just as you thought, Ghost was missing, probably already half-way back to his room. You throw yourself into overdrive. You zip through the back hallways and up the steps to the back of the barracks. Your boots skid on the old linoleum as you round the corner to the rec-room. You can hear the sounds of Gaz’s retching echoing through the hall. Just as you reach for the handle to the empty bathroom stall, a pair of hands grab you hard by the waist.
You scream. Mostly out of shock, but also of discomfort, as the movement causes your stomach contents to shift violently. You claw and kick at the man at your back, but it’s no use. You recognize his skeleton gloves in a heartbeat.
You elbow him hard enough he grunts but he doesn’t let go as he wrestles you out of the way. You cry at him, asking him why he can’t just go to his room. He doesn’t answer, but instead, jerks you towards the wall opposite the stall. You slip and fall, shoulder hitting the concrete. You hiss in pain but watch helplessly as the larger man slams open the stall and steps into it.
“Ain’t gonna make it.”
He then slams the door closed, the lock clicking shut.
You would’ve cried if not for the worst wave of cramps you’d ever felt. You double over and try desperately to clench your sphincters shut. Like hell you were going to let yourself shit your pants here on the rec-room floor. Fuck Ghost. If you had it in you, you’d shit on his bed for this fuck shit.
You breathe hard, centering yourself until the accursed wave finally leaves you. You know that if you don’t find a bathroom by the next wave, its all over. You think hard. You try desperately to locate a clean, out of the way bathroom using your fried brain’s mental map. You bite your bottom lip. You’ve got it!
You don’t remember the run to sick bay but you do remember crashing into the nurse’s desk. The head nurse seems to know exactly what your problem is. She uses her keys to unlock an unassuming closet at the end of the hall. You nearly cry for joy at the sight of the perfectly clean, porcelain throne. You don’t even think about closing the door as you shuck off your sweaty fatigues. The nurse, thankfully, locks the door from the outside as your ass hits the toilet seat. Right as the final wave of cramps hit you and you see God, your brain can only think of two things.
One, you’re never going to eat MREs again.
And two, you’re totally going to shit on Ghost’s bed for this.
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chloesimaginationthings · 11 months ago
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How much securitywaiter/dreamtheory stuff have you seen?
And what do you think of the ship
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Tbh I’m shocked I got to see Matpat Yaoi in my lifetime
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valdevia · 4 months ago
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Shot in the dark, but I have this problem with Google where it keeps wanting to show these information panels when you search my name and getting the completely wrong person. I think Google doesn't have a trustworthy "about" page it can pull info from, so it just guesses a random person with a similar name?
First it was a biologist:
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Then a congressman from Argentina:
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And now it's a singer?
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I've tried giving feedback, claiming the knowledge panel, and nothing seems to work, they just switch to a new identity... I've tried linking them to my own about page and socials but they don't take any information from there either. I guess they need some kind of external "authoritative source" for something like this?
So I'm thinking the only viable solution might be to have a Wikipedia article with a name, photo and basic info so that Google stops making me steal people's identities? I don't think this is fun to any of the people with similar names to me with their own careers who keep getting their search pages invaded by my links... It's getting pretty frustrating.
Does anyone here have any experience with editing Wikipedia and can help me through this? Thank you! (if you can help me, shoot me a DM or message on Discord @ Valdevia)
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splickedylit · 3 months ago
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Anonymous asked: it seems like you're another big guy liker and i saw you mention d20, so would you draw kinskin? pwease.... 🥺
IT'S OVER BETWEEN US KINGSKIN!!!!!! >8,U
(Bonus) Anonymous asked: art request: Kingskin from dimension 20 and/or Rich in the "I love my slut dad" crop top)
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👀💦yeah okay
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danrifics · 2 months ago
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dil’s reaction to being laughed at by dan and phil :(
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