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kiisuuumii · 3 months ago
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i actually hate missing the sound of someone's voice because eventually with enough time i won't be able to remember what good morning sounded like coming from their lips or the way their laughter would echo between my ears i'll only be able to remember that it was a voice that i loved belonging to a person that i loved
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pseudophan · 5 months ago
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im friends with like half the gilmore girls cast on facebook cause i was super annoying when i was 12 and so now this app just gives me the funniest notifications. sure man, me and the bestie
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daylighteclipsed · 1 year ago
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Y’all ever think about if Sora falls to darkness that inside his heart will look like the Destiny Islands falling again
#i do a lot#kingdom hearts#one of the biggest reasons i think we’ll see something like this in canon. briefly at least#not only would parallel ddd w ven’s heart/armor no longer there to protect sora#and roxas and xion gone from sora’s heart too. so sora would be alone#and actually there as opposed to in the RoL/awake when riku dives in#but also there is no way nomura’s gonna pass up the chance to bring us full circle like this. he loves making his characters revisit/relive#worlds and memories like this to make a point. and sora’s heart was sunset in ddd… following kh1 the dark and stormy night comes next#The thought of sora and riku reaffirming their love and friendship here when it broke the first time the islands fell#both of them having to in a way relive this horrible night for the final time#but riku doing the total opposite of last time. trying to save sora trying to stop the darkness from consuming everything#being totally honest with sora. reaching his hand out for sora but this time he’s not being consumed by darkness.#he’s become the light in the darkness. and they finally reach each other they finally grasp hands. I’m chewing on glass#i don’t think sora would ‘fall’ to darkness in the traditional sense#thematically i think it makes more sense for him to be faced w another martyr choice#though his own negative feelings would still be tangled up in there. and this would parallel kh3#and if sora chooses to let darkness into his heart to save others it’d also parallel kh1 w riku choosing to open the door/let the darkness#into destiny islands at the risk of others#god it’d be just like kh1 but we’d be playing as riku and he’d be the one looking frantically for sora#a reversed dynamic. but now they understand each other’s pain and feelings so they can reach each other#figuratively and literally#i love parallels i love symbolism i love themes kick my ass !!!!
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scrapoddles · 4 days ago
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Shitty little danganronpa favs. Miss this era sometimes
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lewmagoo · 17 days ago
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“you visit often” why are you calling me out like that google 😭
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olegianote · 1 year ago
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risingsunresistance · 3 months ago
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i dont think i've ever had such a drastic change from sketch to final
i also dont think an idea has ever taken me this long to execute JHDKFH
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icewindandboringhorror · 1 year ago
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There's always a slight yearning in the back of my mind wishing I had been born in the right place, time, family situation, income level, etc. to have just lived in one single house for my entire life. Imagine being born in a place that still suits you, even through all of your personal evolutions and etc. The idea of deep familiarity with an area because you've lived and explored it for 40+ years, being encased in a web of memories and connections. Being able to clean out your old childhood bedroom and find personal artifacts, to dig in the yard and remember. I know those lives can still be plenty imperfect, but there's just something so seemingly solid and stable and Grounding about it that I sometimes wish I could have.. (At least from my outside perspective as someone who's moved around a bit geographically and even within the same area, never lives in the same house/ apartment /etc. for more than a few years usually.) Like... having a place that is printed upon, fully your own, rather than chronically a visitor, every thought of a space always tempered with the notion that one day soon you'll have to pack it all up again, etc. There's something peaceful about the permanence.
#I think also because I'm a very nostalgic person - THOUGH not in the way that somep poeple mean when they say nostalgia because I've realiz#ed that to some people apparently it means like.. more of a sad emotional thing? Or when I talk about being nostalgic they say 'me too' and#then describe how they're always depressed dwelling on the past wishing they could revisit it and replaying it and feeling sad and etc.#Whereas for me - it's not in a deep or emotional way at all. It's very detached - kind of like someone who is doing like a scientific#cataloguing of something? I don't feel any remorse or sadness or longing or sitting there sobbing for hours over people/pets I've lost or#etc. It's more like a fun contemplative excercise and extension of self analysis plus just documentation. Like I know your memory fades as#you get older OR even as stuff is actively ongoing humans have terrible recall - even the ones who are less emotional/more focused on#accuracy our minds still twist things or etc. SO I looove to have documentations of everything possible so that in the future I will have#as full and complete of a view of myself as I possibly can. sure the image will undoubtedly be a little distorted but having real evidence#of how something was at a time is very valuable. You look through old messages or letters or something and you always find other alternate#versions of yourself. Not in a worse way like inherently inferior Previous Models Of You who haven't yet been perfected but even just in a#neutral way like 'what they're saying is not a BAd thing but also is not how I would say that today.' etc. ANYWAY I find it really interest#ing to document and remember things and love revisiting the past - not in a sad way - but just like. curiosity. reminiscing and recalling#and filling in gaps. or trying to have the same feeling I felt at a previous time so I can remember what it was. Collecting information for#documentation purposes. Like for example - I would love to go back and tour all of my old childhood houses/apartments. Not to like#sit in the middleof them and cry and go 'ohhh my childhood waughhh' - but literally because I want to take detailed photographs so I#can remeber exatly what they looked like and recreate them in sims or some other digital way. Why? idk. just to gather the information. If#I ever live to like 80 years old and I'm still reflecting on my life curious about the dteails of it. I want to be able to fire up my#ancient windows 10 laptop I've kept all these years and open up the sims 4 and tour my old home with accuracy etc. ??#Not sure why really. Maybe an extension of how I generally care a lot about having an 'accurate' view of things? Like I would rather be#accurate than be happy. I don't understand 'ignorance is bliss' because I would always rather know. I always always in any situation am mor#focused on 'what is the well researched practical truth' than about 'how does this make me feel' or etc. Truth above ALL else even if it#were to make me miserable. Aka why I'm a 'boring' 'annoying' 'UM actually..' type of killjoy lol because it's very hard for me to understan#that some people can enjoy something or have a good time even not knowing the full facts of a situation or etc. BUT anyway. since that is#some core driver of my personality for whatever reason (just the plague of ennegram type 5 perhaps lol) maybe that also drives me to my#kind of minor obsession with like 'I must have a complete view and calatoguing of my life that is as accurate as possible within the means#i have' . Is it REALLY important for me to know the exact layout of on of my first childhood bedrooms? no. materially it does nothing for m#in life. BUT hey. it would make a great addition to the Accurate Life Story Catalogue lol. ANYWAY.. But I think a lot of wanting to live in#one place forever is not just the ease of documentation. but the sense of having a constant. Much of what i crave most in life is stability#& familiarity &routine bc of how my brain works. And it just would feel so good to be Settled. Never uproot again. One little place FOREVER
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sonknuxadow · 10 months ago
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story wise im honestly not really expecting That much from shadows story in the generations remaster because generations already has nothing going for it in terms of story but also black doom being the main villain has me losing my shit because ive always thought shadow being part black arms was a really interesting concept and wished they did more with it and i also just really like shth and am happy to see them referencing it so openly instead of being ashamed of it and pretending it never happened because annoying youtubers and game reviewers decided it was bad. rips off shirt to reveal another shirt undernearth that says Number 1 Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) Defender
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thelastattempt · 1 year ago
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Silver Tongues is the found family anthem. Silver Tongues is getting cocktails with the crew after a long week. Silver Tongues is leaning against the wood panelling in your mates upstairs flat and hanging out the window smoking, so the smell doesn’t get into the cushions, whilst you finish the wine nobody really likes and laugh too loud and the music is spilling out the window into the night. Silver Tongues is tripping over your own feet and waking up the next morning with a sore throat and aching arches and smiling.
Silver Tongues is ‘I don’t feel like going home’ because I never want to go home without you, I never want to go home at all actually, I never want to leave.
There’s no where else I’d rather be, but when I’m back in the molasses of reality, stood in front of the wrong door and on the wrong street, and it’s been weeks since we’ve talked and ages since I’ve breathed easily, I’ll remember all those stupid jokes, only we know
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mordentaxis · 4 months ago
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I played through Signalis and fucking cried, Highly recommend to anyone who likes space lesbians
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odeandiewut · 10 months ago
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more inazuma
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slutdge · 3 months ago
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ill just be minding my business and then remember how fucked the experience i had with cps was and just how fucked cps is in general and actively harms the children its supposed to be there to help and get so mad i dig a hole into my skin with my nails so deep it starts drawing blood
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tyranitarkisser · 5 months ago
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mariocki · 18 days ago
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Shadows of Fear: Did You Lock Up? (1.1, Thames, 1970)
"And they didn't make much mess?"
"No, not really. They forced that door. Smashed the cabinet, slashed a sofa. And kicked a hole in the bedroom door."
"Ah. Big mistake."
"What is?"
"Never lock inside doors. Anything you can to keep them out - but when they're in, let 'em get on with it."
"I'll remember."
#shadows of fear#single play#roger marshall#1970#classic tv#thames#kim mills#michael craig#gwen watford#ray smith#mark mcmanus#malcolm kaye#charles leno#having come to something of a premature pause in my New Scotland Yard watch (the first ep of series 3 isn't on the YT playlist I've been#using and is proving quite tricky to get ahold of) i thought I'd revisit this brief lived anthology series for the creepy season. i first#watched this about 10 years ago and my memories of it are scant to say the least‚ so it seemed like good viewing for the season#the production history of SoF is lost in the mists of time (unless someone out there wishes to enlighten me?); this first episode was shown#in June of 1970‚ but the rest didn't follow until January of the following year; probably this acted as a sort of pilot to gauge viewer#reactions to another vaguely horrorish anthology series (the previous decade had been ripe with them‚ tho we rarely see their like today)#and then there's the odd case of the final ep‚ shown almost 2 years after the series ended and running to half the length (and generally#feeling like an entirely different format) but I'll come to that when (and if) i get to the episode itself. this debut ep is... well it's#fine. i was excited to see Marshall's name in the opening credits‚ one of the most dependable of old tv writers and I'd quite forgotten he#contributed to this show. but the issue here is simply one of length. the plot is solid‚ a suitably grotty little tale of a family man's#mounting obsession with the burglars who broke into his home. it would make a good ep of Tales of Unease (shortly to begin on Thames'#sister broadcaster LWT) or a few years later as an episode of Tales of the Unexpected; both being 25 minute shows. but this clocks in at#close to 50 mins and there isn't really enough to it to sustain that longer running time‚ leaving it feeling a little stretched thin and#flimsy. a shame‚ because Craig and Watford are putting in excellent performances as the middle class couple whose reactions to the burglary#slowly shift as time passes (he goes from prosaic acceptance to fixated malice‚ she from shocked indignation to making peace with it all)#no big surprises in where the play is headed or how it plays out‚ but that's often the case with these things; it's often just as much#about the horrible foreknowledge of what must come than some shocking twist‚ and this plays it about right. it's just too long is all.
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phoebonicawrites · 1 month ago
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Hey look I actually finished writing something. Apparently the key is being as self-indulgent as possible and just going for it.
So I've been rotating the entire cast of Drăculești around in my head since I played the demo, and the flower symbolism spawned this idea. This isn't actually compatible with any continuity in the demo. It's an AU don't worry about it.
Hanahaki disease is traditionally caused by unrequited love, but I like the variations where it's unspoken love better. And I'm a sucker for brainwashing/amnesia tropes where the suppressed thoughts and memories are just kind of... biding their time.
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Tomorrow they leave for England.
Renfield finds his chest tightening at the thought, tries to force the feeling down, take slow, steady breaths. There's nothing to fear. It's disloyal of him, to even think there might be. It shows a lack of faith.
And he is nothing if not faithful.
And still his body turns traitor against him, cold sweat breaking out on his brow, his throat threatening to close up altogether, his insides churning - butterflies in his stomach, haha - his fragile mortal heart pounding so hard that he can almost hear it. He grips the bedsheets tighter, trembling.
There's nothing to fear. There is nothing to fear. He knows England, knows London, knows how to walk in sunlight as a free man and do all the work required of him. He won't be going back to the straps and the shocks and the stark white rooms that crawled with nightmares only he could see. His Master saved him from all of that, pulled him out of the darkness and gave him a home and a purpose and will never abandon him, not if he does his job well, not if he is obedient and faithful - he is nothing if not faithful -
A racking cough shakes apart his train of thought as he curls into himself, gasping for air, something scratching at the back of his throat - is one of the little lives he's allowed to feed on trying to make its way back up? Or is he coming down with some illness, some mundane weakness of his still too human flesh?
Please no. He can't be ill. He has too much work to do.
He closes his eyes. Deep breaths. In, out. One day he will be more than this. One day he will sit at his Master's right hand and eat at His table with the rest of the family. One day his body will be transformed, made new, made perfect, and he will have eternity to spend at his Master’s side, to be faithful, to be cherished, to be loved -
"Hhhk-!"
The next breath never comes.
Something rises in his throat, wedges itself into his airway. A thick mass, soft around the edges but unyielding, scraping at the walls of his throat as he spasms around it. Can't cough it up. Can't swallow. Can't scream.
He pushes himself to his knees, drives balled fists into his stomach. Once, twice, again. No good. Black stars wheel across his vision, he's going to pass out soon, no no please I can't, I can't die, no, He promised! He gave me a job to do! please I want to live I want to live I want to live -
Only one thing for it.
Fingers force their way into his throat. Gagging, lungs burning, he claws at the thing, tears away a few tiny useless fragments before finally, finally, he finds a firm grip and pulls. It won't move, and then it does move but with agonising slowness, tearing at him every inch of the way as he drags it out into the light.
He pulls the thing out of his mouth with a hideous wheezing gasp, retches, barely has the presence of mind to turn his head so that he vomits over the side of the bed and not onto the sheets. Collapses shuddering to the mattress as he gulps in air with broken sobs, staring at the puddle he's made on the stone floor, blood and bile and iridescent wings and...
...golden petals.
Slowly, he turns to look at the thing in his hand.
It's a sunflower head.
Renfield can't understand where it came from. Just as he can't understand why the next thing he does, before even trying to clean up the mess he's made, is to walk to the window, hold the flower out into the darkness, open his hand and watch as it falls past the edge of the cliff and out of sight.
He can't understand why the sight makes his eyes burn with fresh tears. A sunflower. What could that possibly mean to him?
He can't remember even having seen the sun before.
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