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do not be born in the middle of winter this fucking sucks

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ismael ( @atheeos ) : " i am not this body that imprisons me. "

one thing casper has always been told is that he is very honest. which is really code for unfiltered bitch, but you can't exactly put that on a fourth grader's report card. it's a trait that's served him more or less well, filters out a lot of passive aggressive nonsense by simple virtue of not tolerating it to begin with. unfortunately, this has left casper missing tact where it would be warranted, such as this exact situation.

at least he has the decency to keep his mouth closed, but still leant forward with an extremely pointed gaze on the man. here he was hoping that he could get through one normal day, only for a stranger to say something very not normal! (he is however talking to the guy with a burn mark on half his face whom is potentially haunted, but tomato tomato.) casper does in fact think before he responds, visible by a few stop and start motions. closes his eyes, folds his hands, takes a deep breath in. ❛ please, please, elaborate on this. ❜

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victor vale ( @unhirsch ) : 「 HOLD 」 for sender to hold receivers throat

it's probably the oxygen deprivation causing the faint laughter, bubbling up between shallow gasps for air. one of the few things that his body is unable to compensate for. he can heal from almost anything, purged with an uncanny speed and precision, but this would be too much of a perversion even for him. eli has had many years to ponder all the little caveats of this power. somehow he is still surprised by it, like a knife buried in his stomach. a scene all too familiar.

victor is basically looming over him, down on one knee while pinning eli to the ground. the rough asphault digs into his back even through his shirt and jacket (good old american engineering, not.) those piercing blue eyes are so close to him, eli notices the streetlamp glow like a halo around the iris. so pale, always so pale and cold, even when they were young and stupid and brave. even before there was a monster wearing vic's face. eli has watched these eyes for so long. he knows them better than his own.

❛ tell me this all seems familiar to you too.  ❜ a whisper, choked out, almost sultry. talking is increasingly difficult, fighting against his pressed lungs and the hand at his throat. his cheeks are increasingly flushed; he has no time to consider why. ❛ how long has it just been you and i?  ❜ ten years. longer. forever. eli laughs again, eyes glistening. ❛ you wouldn't know what to do without me. and i wouldn't know what to do without you. tell me, vic. tell me.  ❜ tell me you know my life has always been yours to take.

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if we’ve not written together yet;  describe your muse to me, in vague, nameless terms, ( can be either description or aesthetics, or a combination of both ), on anon, and i’ll write my muse’s first feelings towards what picture it forms them for us to use as a starting point for plotting !

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rolled credits on alan wake 2 (AUGH) and seeing the message in the special thanks “thank you to all queer and trans game developers”

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happy munday everyone say hi ezra!!!

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CLOUD ATLAS [2012]

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WHEN A HOUSE IS BOTH HUNGRY AND AWAKE [ ▊▊▊▊▊ ] EVERY ROOM BECOMES A MOUTH.

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emilia and wesley delivered the killing blow to the archdemon together. when riordan brings this up, wesley asks if they know what would happen if two wardens were there. riordan has no clue. emilia is shocked that wes of all people is the first to sacrifice himself but agrees to the risk. they’re twins after all, they have lived too much life without one another at this point.

both of them survive but not without side effects that last for the rest of their lives. because of this, kieran doesn’t exist in their timeline and morrigan leaves the party realizing the ritual will be rejected. it isn’t until years after the blight is over that wesley tells emilia he volunteered the idea of both sacrificing themselves because he knew she would not have been able to choose between losing wesley again or leaving alistair behind. she punches him for it (because he’s right).

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FINAL DESTINATION: BLOODLINES dir. Zach Lipovsky & Adam Stein, 2025

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BLACK DOVES 1.06 | In The Bleak Midwinter

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she'd be lying if the morbidity didn't extend to her curiosity. what if she said the truth? what if she mentioned the constant near-weightlessness that buoyed each of her steps, knowing that the laminate under her feet isn't real? the main thing holding up this apartment building (the city, the whole fucking world) is computer code and the overwhelming ability of the human brain to believe what it sees. she won't say it. it would make things more dangerous than they already were.

trinity let herself in. lockpicking comes easy when you've been done it since you were thirteen. standard lock, deadbolt undone, she'd tell him to invest in better security if he was remotely cognizant. not her problem, she reminds herself. there are more pressing matters at hand, like a razor thin margin of error. cops descending on them will be bad; agents will be worse.

❛ i don't care about your dick.  ❜ the door creaks open to reveal her leaning against the frame. the oversized deftones shirt and cargo pants swallow trinity's form, black hair slicked back save one curl on her forehead. a backpack dangles from one shoulder. she stares blankly at vaneshu, fingers drumming across folded forearms, remnants of black polish embedded in her cuticles. ❛ maybe i didn't clearly express how fucked we are if this goes badly. ❜ most of the plan was hinging on 'saint v' being a willing and able participant, but she's good at improvising. kept her alive long before she landed on the fbi's watchlist. a huff, straightening her back. ❛ you know where the landline port is in this place?   ❜

“you don't want to hear such a morbid story,” says @narrated's trinity.

“you're preachin' morbidity to a fuckin' ... junkie,” van starts off confident, warbling on the last word. self-detriment is funny. it's only him, what's it matter? what's he gonna do cry cause he was mean? except it ain't only him no more.

johnny's like a bad stink clogging every crack in the bathroom, and dunking on somebody like him, somebody who is him? not so funny. no matter how much the guy makes van grimace.

heavy eyes narrow while he watches silverhand pace, rest of his sentence eaten up by silence and shower-water shattering onto tile. he sits on the floor of it full clothed. spins wore off soon as the cold soaked him.

“i mean, i've fuckin' ... alright.” words muscle through mind-haze, sluggishly, “i'm sayin' i prob'bly heard or seen worse. can handle whatever on god's fecal earth you're wanting t'say.”

speaking's hard. van's gotta raise his voice to be heard through the door and the hammering water; raising his voice hurts his jaw, pain spikes his head, game over.

patterns and colors dance briefly before him. he nods his head to their imaginary rhythm, reminded of a scene from one of those ghibli movies he adores and would only admit to adoring under intense torture.

then nausea crashes the party. “oughk. christ. i got my shit on f'you wanna come in. clothes ... on.” he and johnny, ghost of johnny, revel in mortification together, unable to stop the oncoming tide of vaneshuisms despite conjoined effort.

“like. my uh, my dick ain't out.”

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lance is truly such an origins character (nightmare bisexual) that by the time you get to like inquisition and he’s processed everything he’s just chilling. straight up vibing during the apocalypse

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DANIEL SHARMAN as The Weeping Monk in Cursed (2020)

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going insane thinking abt emilia and wesley (twin wardens) being separated most of their lives when wesley is sent to the circle. especially from emi’s perspective where her twin is hardly acknowledged. she feels like a mad woman half the time because there’s this gaping hole in her family that nobody else seems to really care about but her? wesley is still alive but her own parents pretend like they only have one son and one daughter, treating his name like a curse. then of course castle cousland gets sacked and she thinks that she’s all alone now. the last of the couslands.

the look on her face when she battles through half the circle tower to be met with a face she hadn’t seen in 15 years.

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oh we sharing pinterest boards are we

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good morning it is 69 days until i see my boyfriend again 🥰