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Oh my, I just can't remember when the highly anticipated game Hollow Knight: Silksong is scheduled to release! Perhaps the #silksong tag on tumblr can help me?

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*eight years late to the party on the eve of the next game in the series voice* hey guess who got Hollow Knight

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Kids what would YOU do if you got sold to the Masters

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Oh so it was just straightup embezzlement. Fantastic, I was hoping it was.

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when the persona you made eats you; when the performance youve been putting on eats you; when the name they gave you eats you; when the image people made of you eats you; when the role you were assigned eats you; when the you that other people see or even made for you or you made for them takes over the you that you know and eats you alive.

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Guys, I'm not an avatar of the Corruption, I swear! I just love Jane... trust me 👀

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Quick little Nastya based on a reel my friend sent me

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@alexis-royce This guy 👆nearly sold us to one direction the Masters of the Bazaar.

I forgive them tho, but only after trying to turn them into spamton G Spamton

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I finally got to play the Exceptional Story Paisley back in the beginning of August, which I’ve been planning for months and which is super significant in the Tailor’s development.

It’s their first interact with Veils. Veils, which talked about fashion in a way they understood deeply. They wanted to talk to it, and it (seemed to) dismiss them offhand. Ouch.

But now I’ve done enough ES to buy the Paisley from the shop so now the tailor has it in their custom outfit slot ❤️Anachronistic Tailor/Paisley ship is real

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Shit man, this mech war is fucked. I just saw a doll shoulder its rifle and say "reality warp: black hole star" or some similar shit, and every mech around it cratered, radiated a ring of pure energy, and disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto it, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is firing anti-personnel rounds and buckshot. I think I just heard "nanomachines: skewer" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

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One of my brothers has this thing where he likes to be included on sibling movie night but he will not sit down or actually join us, he’ll just wander around the house and periodically show up to lurk in the doorway or lean on someone’s seat

And *I* have this thing where I always always know when he’s there, because every time he’s not wandering around like the ghost of bob marley and isn’t immediately visible it’s because he’s stopped moving to watch the film from directly behind me, which makes the back of my neck tingle like a dog sensing an earthquake

Which has on more than one occasion resulted in me interrupting the movie to tell him to just sit the fuck down and stop lurking in the shadows, Jesus Christ, it’s like I’m being haunted by the memory of ancient sins

Which has in turn been shortened to just “ancient sins”, every time I feel him doing it again

So to summarize, sometimes when my siblings and I get together for a movie night, we’ll all be sitting in the dark in complete silence until my ass deadpan announces “ancient sins” and a 90 pound 5’11” Slenderman looking motherfucker emerges from the shadows behind me like a jumpscare incarnate in Batman pajamas pants and informs me that we are out of orange soda

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out of inventory and out of sight

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spoilers for the murderbot diaries network effect but i don't think im ever going to get over this one bc what if you spent every moment of your existence knowing you were statistically going to die in a self sacrificial way except it wouldnt be by choice. and then you free yourself from that system except you never even thought about placing value on your own life so you continue being sure that one day you'll die for someone elses sake except now you get to choose who. and so you keep going on these self appointed extremely dangerous missions with a passively suicidal belief that it should end successfully even if you have to die for that outcome bc thats what you were built for and its fine bc hey at least you chose to go out in a heroic blaze of glory! (and nevermind the fact that two books ago a bot did actually go out willfully protecting humans and died a hero and it wasn't you, and it kinda mega fucked you up but you refuse to process that)

and then you finally run into a scenario that is so serindipitously fucked that you have to make a copy of yourself to go die heroically. and everyone hates this plan, which you find stupid and frustrating, because they want to stop you from doing the thing you were MADE to do, the ending you've KNOWN ABOUT and CHOSEN NOT TO AVOID, the heroic sacrifice you had always planned for yourself and clearly your copy (as a copy of you) feels the same way.

but then you're not the self sacrificing hero. your copy is. You're the one behind the trigger. in the position of the humans, the ones who get to live as a result. and suddenly you have to stare your desire for self sacrifice in the face and realize that you don't want to kill yourself. that, being able to see yourself from the outside, you have to assign your own life some value because if you didn't you wouldn't hesitate to kill your copy. and if you dont want to give it the hero's ending it's INSISTING on, if it feels like it's not okay-- well shit maybe it wasn't okay every time you did the very same thing. maybe you never should have been fine with it. but youre realizing that maybe you don't want to die in self sacrifice in the same moment you have to enable that very thing for a version of yourself, and time is running out, and this is what you both had always planned for. you go through with it.

So a version of you gets the heroic ending it always expected. but it wasn't you. and you have to live with that.

You have to live.

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“I kept my expression SecUnit Neutral”

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people love to complain about sex scenes in tv shows and violence in movies when the real danger is scenes that make you feel second hand embarrassment.

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