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Silksong does not have a release date.
It has been 5 years since Silksong was first announced.
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minimuii · 2 years
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“ha haha hahahahaha ha… HAhahahahahahahhaa a ” (Bo Burnham, Inside)
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sunnysea777 · 1 month
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no cuz what did david bowie have to survive to write Five Years? Or Lucy Dacus with Night Shift? Taylor Swift with this is me trying? OR PHOEBE BRIDGERS WITH SAVIOUR COMPLEX??? HELP?
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potato-poet · 5 months
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RIP Tony Stark. It’s been five gosh darn years. And time has no meaning I hate this.
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short-wooloo · 2 months
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Blake & Yang vs. Adam | RWBY Volume 6
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t3rraria · 7 months
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Buck: I threw myself down the stairs when I was 5
Everyone: we can tell
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miss-star-dust · 5 months
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Can anyone tell me why David Bowie has the ability to instantly lift my mood??
I could be having THE WORST day ever and as soon as I recognise that Bowie is playing, I have a smile on my face and the day is not so bad
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karihighman · 5 months
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HAPPY FIVE YEARS TO THE ROOKIE 🖤 it premiered on October 16, 2018 (today) & is currently renewed for season 6 👏
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vanmccannsfridge · 3 months
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longshot was released FIVE years ago today! so heres it live from reading festival 2021! 🤍
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dizzythegreat · 1 year
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my brain will be quiet and then suddenly BAM we order chinese i’m eating my dumplings you reach over and you take my dumpling you don’t even say do you mind or nothing why do you assume you’re entitled to a dumpling? so i look at you, you look back at me like what the fuck did i do? if you really wanted some dim sum then you really shoulda gotten some when we put in the order u say you’re a psycho and i i don’t wanna fight so let’s just drop this it’s not a big deal ok but for the record you owe me a dumpling i mean it i won’t forget. you owe me a dumpling or a dumpling equivalent
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iusedtohavesixtoes · 11 months
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A redraw of this 2018 art I did.
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minimuii · 2 years
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my spotify wrapped this year will never forgive me …
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anctherdayofsun · 2 years
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bo burnham: five years from Inside
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bigtits06 · 1 month
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We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot, five years, that’s all we got.
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mathiwrites · 1 month
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five years, a clark x orm fanfiction
Chapter 1
Five years. That’s all we have.
The rain beats against the ground, warring against a cacophony of thunder. It weighs heavy on his lashes, begging him to close his eyes and free himself of the memory before it begins. He wishes he could forget—he wishes the storm would drown out the words spilling from his lips.
“If I could, I would choose you.”
Clark nods, slowly, with the weight of lead in his veins. “I know,” he answers, quietly. 
Above them, cars and trucks speed across the Clinton Bridge. The West River smells faintly of sewage—runoff from Gotham’s latest violation. Clark tips his head up, leaning to every and any distraction to stop his throat from clenching tightly and his eyes from burning. At the very least, Orm won’t be able to see him cry.
“I have loved you with my whole heart, husband,” he says, a familiar grin dancing on his lips. If he’s going to say goodbye, he’ll do it the right way. Clark is the sun at the heart of a tempest, always looking for the bright side. He is the only light that reaches the dark depths of Atlantis, one that Orm is reluctant to let go.
“And I you,” the King of Atlantis answers. His fingers flex and clench, the only betrayal of his schooled emotions. Even after five years, he has yet to reach the heights of expression that Clark is famous for or that Arthur flouts at every turn, but he means every word.
For five years, in stolen moments away from duty towards his people and his honourable lineage, Orm was home .
With that, Orm pulls off the ring Clark had made him—a secret symbol of the promise they made for one another. Until the day he is to marry his betrothed, he is Clark’s. He regrets none of it, yet the sight of sorrow in those bright blue eyes made him wonder if he has caused more harm than good. He has done everything that was asked of him, part of which was curiosity for the surface and the world that stole his mother from him, but mostly it was the joy he brought Clark. 
Why me? He has yet to uncover that secret.
Clark remains still, unable to close that finite distance and reach out to Orm. He lets the Atlantean take his hand and press the warm metal into his palm. Their touch lingers for too long, and it chips away at his fractured heart.
He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it immediately. Every step that has led them to this moment has been Clark’s fault, anything more and there will be nothing left of him. It hurts too much.
“Ask what you want,” Orm demands with the patience of a monarch, but he would not ask if he did not care.
“One last time,” Clark cries, long past the barrier of self-control. “Kiss me one last time.”
The kiss is love; the kiss is devastation. Clark buries his fingers in Orm’s soft blonde hair, clutching at him desperately. Orm pulls him into his arms in turn, the press of his touch hard enough to bruise. (It won’t. There will be no wounds and no scars, it will be like nothing at all.)
Clark kisses him hard, his tongue unravelling with all the grief he will carry for years to come. He pulls back, gasping for air because he cannot kiss and he cannot sob all at once. The world asks for him to hold it up, time and time again. Who will help him hold himself together? 
(I have every faith in you, and so, it will be , Orm had told him once. You must keep going, it is the only way.)
“I am sorry.”
“I know,” Clark muffles into the crook of his neck.
When Orm leaves, he takes the thunder, the lightning and Clark’s joy.
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