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ur full of yourself tbh

you would be too if you were beautiful and interesting

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Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and then send it to the last 10 people in your activity!

o h this is pretty neat 👀

five things that make me happy huh.......... probably:

1. my friends, no argument there. they’re the ones who keep me grounded and a little more confident everyday. without them, i’d be in the deepest, darkest hole with no way to climb out. a small bit of encouragement and a small bit of company goes a long way, and i appreciate them for granting me that.

2. cryaotic. i’ve watched him for 5 years now, so he’s basically become a consistent part of my life. i’m not sure how i would cope during some bad days without him. his voice is like..... a warm blanket you slept with since u were a child, and now it’s just a great comfort to have as an adult.

3. writing ofc!!!! i’ve only begun taking it seriously for 2 years but so far it’s very therapeutic. i didn’t imagine i would be able to think of the things i did. it’s pretty surprising, and pretty N E A T

4. food. steak especially.

5. seeing my improvement as a writer, as an artist, and as a person. you never really notice these changes until you look back. i’ve....... honestly come a long way from where i’ve been. i feel like i can finally love myself and treat myself properly, and though life for me is still a healing process, it’s one i know i can get through in time.

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“Who’s up there?!” the agent shouts into the dark, both hands gripping her handgun. Her stance is alert and wary, blue eyes searching around for any sign of a saboteur.

“A big, bad monster.”

The only noise that comes after is the sound of heels, striding along concrete from a floor above. It echoes across the warehouse like flashes of thunder, moving closer, and closer to Sherry. A trigger is pulled. Metal hits metal, and there’s a sharp sound of a rope shooting forward.

The lights turn on.

“Just kidding,” Ada says, slamming the generator’s lid shut. “They turned the power off, so I figured I should fix it.”

She smiles, leaning against the railing as she watches Sherry standing among the cargoes, a small creature in this vast forest of secrets.

“Need some help, or would you prefer running into trouble by yourself?”     

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if ur leon and u don’t have an egg stuck to your butt don’t even talk to me

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There’s something soft in me— / we killed it and it’s rotting.

Cassandra de Alba, from “A Barbie Dream House But All the Dolls Are Kitchen Knives,” published in Underblong (via lifeinpoetry)

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Penny for your thoughts on the Butterfly Effect?

I used to be very intrigued by time travel when I was younger, and as a result I came across the Butterfly Effect and Chaos Theory. The idea that one small change can cause a largely different effect is... fascinating, even if it’s hard to believe the flap of a butterfly can affect the wind enough to cause a tornado in the world somewhere. It’s putting this concept into other situations. 

What if a person who’s waited ten years at the seaside for their lover’s ship to return finally retires for the day, because their feet are sore and they stood for two hours yesterday. They miss the sight of a rusting ship on the horizon because they turn their back one second too soon. What if they waited one second more? What if they didn’t stand for two hours yesterday, but one hour and fifty-five minutes? One hour and fifty-nine minutes?

And then, what do you think happened to cause the ship to arrive one second too late? Was it because of the wind? Was it because of the flap of a butterfly?

I think it’s... romantic. The idea of a small, tiny thing bringing on great changes. It can affect the world, or at least, it can affect one person’s world forever. And that person’s world can affect another’s. And so on.

I’d also enjoy associating the Butterfly Effect with Ada, not only because her known insignia is a red butterfly, but because it’s what she does. She’s a small, unexpected variable changing the course of outcomes. 

Take Lanshiang, for example. Maybe if Ada didn’t decide to help Sherry and Jake, they wouldn’t have survived. Maybe, because Ada didn’t decide to snipe one J’avo, they would run out of bullets in a fight that mattered. Maybe if Ada didn’t grab Sherry away from the Ubistvo, Sherry wouldn’t have been able to help Jake, Jake would not survive to give his blood for the antivirus, and the world would burn. Thanks Carla.

The funny thing is, Ada never chose the butterfly for that reason (she sees it as an animal of freedom, something she decided when she was young and frantic and still new at being Ada Wong). She’ll probably never realize how fitting it is either. 

But, from a narrative point of view, I think it’s quite symbolic (:  

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*tries to mug ada as she leaves her car*

wtf is this thing i’ll shoot it.

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RESIDENT EVIL 6 CHARACTERS                 && ASSOCIATED ITEMS                         [MORE RE6 EDITS]

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LEON:

“You’re worth knowing.”

It’s taken him twenty years and he hasn’t peeled back more than the surface. Everything he gets, he collects and memorizes with the same feverish passion. To know her is to never really know everything. He’s alright with that if it meant he could keep what he knows close to him. These kinds of days that bring him up to the roof are filled with nightmares and pitiless events. The world really wasn’t meant to work this way by any accounts- otherwise he’d be able to sleep and not look at the half-drunk bottle of red wine in his kitchen with increasing guilt.

“–Don’t know where I’d be if I wasn’t here, talking to you, really.”

Somewhere less vulnerable.

“–Yeah. She passed away at home in bed. I found her dead in the morning. Sometimes I wonder if…”

He trails off and shifts backwards to ease the throbbing in his chest. It doesn’t help- it’s a fracture they can’t do anything about. His sore arm droops down to the small of her back and stays there.

“–Ah… Ow… I wonder if she realized she was suffocating, or if I could’ve just checked earlier and gotten her to a hospital.”

Charlie’s dead body is a theme in his dreams. Or she’s dead and she’s walking, running after him and trying to kill him. The nightmares are vivid, varied, and come with him biting the inside of his mouth raw in his sleep.

“I think about what she would do in my place. What she would say to do. She always liked the idea of a better place- it’s why she went all over the coast to find it.”

He lets himself sink further, dizzy. It hurts.

“Think I’m a one-trick pony tonight, sweetheart.”

His wounds hurt him past the flesh. They dig deep into the bones, somewhere, untouched and aching. She knows, because she thinks the same things, collecting scraps of memories to patch the empty holes in her brain. It’s just not the same. 

Her arms wrap around Leon, tucking his head against her chest.

“You’re fine, Leon.”

Somewhere, in the sea of her mind, her brother makes his way to the coast. She doesn’t remember what he looks like anymore, just that he had salt-and-pepper hair and lines on his face at the age of thirty-two. Sometimes he appears as a person, sometimes a red, wet thing. This time, he’s a man lying on his death bed.

She finds it in herself to be glad Charlie died peacefully. It must be the place she took from Leon, hid carefully inside her.

“You never hear me talk about myself,” Ada says, her breath warm on his hair. “But I’m in the mood, tonight. Ask me anything.”

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me: i need songs that will grind my heart into slushies rn me: immediately listens to daughter on spotify

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nymphaliidae:

yeah I’m not with the other two

One Of Us. One Of Us. One Of Us. One Of Us.

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you BITCH............

i might be a BITCH but at least i’m not BITCH MCGEE

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philianecro:

coyotefaced:

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BITCH MCGEE:

when you get underestimated.

you wanna go.

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reparatia:

carla wanna destroy china and shes like “k” lol then goes :/ when she realises it would inconvenience her

i mean yeah i’d miss my spa treatment if she did like that’s just a Bitch Move yfm jill??? ///:

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endetriment:

:/

i indirectly caused your mens deaths ur welcome