Uhh, ok. I'm seeing this everywhere and my friends voted yes to the poll, so I'm doing a notes post.
Please make this a fair fight for me and don't spam (A little spam is fine but please not a lot)
50 notes- I'll take better care of my hygiene
100 notes- I'll make a to-do lists for myself every day if I remember
150 notes- I'll drink my recommended water intake every day
200 notes- I'll consistently eat all meals and cut back on all the junk food for health’s sake
250 notes- I'll sort through all the random shit in my room
500 notes- I'll read for at least 5 minutes a day
750 notes- I'll finalize a BUNCH of my character design
1k notes- I'll lock in and finish one of my longer stories
1.5k notes- I'll take a small walk down to Walmart or Dollar Tree every day possible (I won't always be able to)
2k notes- I'll stack onto the last goal and play at least one round of Just Dance when I can
2.5k notes- I'll upload on YouTube consistently
5k notes- I'll post a bunch of photos of me in dresses, skirts, and other fun outfits (Blurred face)
Let the games begin.
Don't touch this gimmick blogs, or I'll have to take care of myself and be productive /lh
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Swords pining for each other's cultivator is my new favorite type of pining. Love your NieYao content! <3
I don't suppose we could get Baxia or Hensheng throwing a tantrum while Jin Guangyao / Nie Mingjue are away, leaving their owners to deal with the embarrassing aftermath?
Also, do you have any recs you'd recommend with these two?
this is the exact moment Nie Huaisang realised he was going to have to start meddling in his big brother's love life (con't: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
Hensheng, on the other hand, doesn't throw tantrums but WILL sulk...
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Matt really showing off his range of accents in this episode, like
utterly inscrutable... whatever the FUCK the accent no one's been able to figure out in five years is. while gay.
the most buckwild Scottish
Annabelle
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the rapture
it's a holy thing, in theory, a glorious celebration, where those who believe rise to meet the lord in the air. it's a day of joy, in theory, and maybe even of vindication for those who have always believed.
but no one thinks about how it's like to see the dead rise again—bodies clawing their way out of bolted wood and six feet of packed earth, bodies decomposed and maggot-feasted, nails stained with rot and dirt. no one thinks about the violent lurch of their bodies being jolted into the air by the stomach, gravity flinging their heads back down to earth as they struggle in vain to find footing on molecules and gas. no one thinks about those who don't make it.
no one thinks about the screams.
crowley hadn't thought about any of these things. he certainly hadn't thought about the angels that would be called back to heaven along with the believers.
here they stand dead in the middle of absolute ruin, the promise of heaven the only thing left to look forward to on the wasteland of this earth. the sky has opened up like the eye of god, watching over her people for the very first time, and crowley's black wings against the beams of light only remind him that he doesn't belong up there with the rest of them. crowley wraps his arms tight around aziraphale, squeezes his torso like he can maybe keep aziraphale with him through sheer will or, laughably, demonic intervention. like love could ever be enough. like love could stay.
around them, the cacophony of wails and mockingly exaltant trumpets scorch the earth in their intensity, clashing and agonising even—especially—for them, and words make no sound. but they hold on to each other, even as they shrink into themselves against the noise of the undying. i don't want to leave you either, aziraphale doesn't say, but his hands dig into the cotton of crowley's sleeve, and crowley hears the words through his fingertips.
he feels a stronger upward resistance against his embrace now, and he clings tighter, steadfast, even as aziraphale's grip falters. but he knows he can't hold on forever. he knows that nothing ever lasts.
trembling with something unspeakable, he lifts his arms from aziraphale's torso and covers the angel's ears with his hands. he feels more than hearing aziraphale's resulting sob, and he spreads out his wings to wrap them around their bodies. a shield, a comfort, a goodbye.
it's okay, the gesture says in silence. i'll see you in another lifetime.
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So this isn't a groundbreaking observation but it's just occurred to me that like. Of the central characters in Interview with the Vampire, we've seen all of them cry multiple times... except Armand.
He hasn't even come close, really. Imho the nearest is after he asks Louis in San Francisco if he's managed to atone at all. Even that is just a few too-quick blinks for a moment before he pulls himself together and says he'll go clean up.
Louis, Lestat, Claudia, Daniel... we've seen all of them shed tears on more than one occasion. Armand? Not once.
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if this gets 20 notes i'll talk to my mother about an adhd diagnosis
i'm too shy but i'm pretty sure i have it, and i feel life would be a bit easier if i finally got medicated for it but i need a little push
EDIT: did it!! nothing really happened but yeah. ty all so much!!!
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Put your lips on my lips, I'll remember your kiss
On the nights when I miss you, uh-uh
Something I can't forget when I'm restless in bed
Yeah, you got me obsessed, hmm-hmm-mmm
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