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[nofatclips]

Tired by Long Hair In Three Stages from the album The Oak Within The Acorn - Video by Santi Zappalà

[alekksandar]

Cover art for my friend's music. Give it a listen HERE ! 🎵

[planet4546b]

kingdom hearts boring “aqua was in the darkness world for 9 years but because of time stuff it was only 2 for her” vs signal to noise fresh and exciting “samira was in the cave world for 9 years but because of time stuff it was 30-100 for her”

[jennay]

Last Night

Part 1

Masterlist

Noah Sebastian x Reader

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You leaned against your kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window, watching as the leaves continued to fall from each branch on this peaceful autumn morning. You sipped your coffee, letting the liquid warm your chest and stomach.

You landed in Oregon three years ago and were just now becoming accustomed to the weird weather changes. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the California sun but had to go; you couldn't stay there. No matter how often you tell yourself you can move to a different part of the state, your heart will never be happy knowing your past is that close.

Reflecting on things, they seemed like a mixed bag of sweet and sour. It's all about the could-haves and the lessons you learn the hard way, with a bunch of 'what ifs' buzzing in your head.

You remember being on your grandma's porch, flipping through those old photo albums. Those moments are frozen in time, safe behind that shiny plastic. Every time you look at those pictures, you get this pang of nostalgia, wishing you could return to those carefree, pure days. It's like this little ache in your heart that knows you can't rewind the clock; you could never go back.

"You know, you can't go back and change the past, but you've got the pen when it comes to your future. Take what you've learned, keep moving forward, and make the best of right now—that's fine," she told you. "You've got this; you're a smart cookie."

You exhale heavily, setting down your coffee mug with a clink. There's this hollow feeling in your gut, and man, you wish she was here to talk to. You could use a dose of her wisdom right about now. Life's not bad, honestly. You have a decent job and a cool apartment you share with your best bud. It's not like you've got significant stuff to gripe about. But there's this gap, you know? And deep down, you know it's about love. You've built these walls so high that no one's getting over them to hurt you again. No way.

So you've been playing the field, treating hearts like they're just another game. But it's not just a game anymore, is it? It started as a laugh, something you thought you could switch off whenever. But time's a sneaky thief; before you know it, you're looking at someone pretty damaged in the mirror.

And these games?

They've turned into habits, the kind of habits you don't shake off, the kind that people go to therapy for...the kind that your grandma warned you about.

The sound of vibration on the counter drags you from your thoughts, and you glance to the side, seeing your phone light up with Jolly's face plastered on the screen and the name Jolly Green Giant above it. You let out a small laugh every time he calls. The picture...the name. It's suitable for him.

You press the phone to your ear and tap the answer button, a reflexive smile spreading across your face. "Hey there, sunshine!" you greet with genuine warmth.

"Wow, you picked up!" Jolly's voice comes through, his accent coloring every word like an artist's brush on canvas.

"Caught me at a good time," you reply, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Your mind's eye paints a vivid picture of Jolly's familiar expressions. What's going on?" you inquire, keeping the tone light.

He takes a slight pause, the kind that signals something's coming. "So, we're here, in town, for that show tomorrow, remember? The one I've been talking about?" He sounds hopeful, as if willing to remember.

A nod, though he can't see it, and a whispered curse. "Shit. It slipped my mind."

He laughs, the sound teasing yet affectionate. "I should've bet on it, but hey, how about we make up for it? I'm free in an hour—how about you?"

A chuckle escapes you, the situation all too familiar. "Let me guess, time for our annual 'what's new and crazy' session?" You play along. "Just downed a coffee, but when have I ever said no to more caffeine?"

His laughter rings clear, a sound that's always been a prelude to good times. "Thought you'd say that. But let's switch it up and grab some lunch. I'm starving, and I bet you skipped breakfast again, didn't you?"

You laugh, "Yeah, I'm ready for lunch. Send me the address of where you want to meet."

"See you soon."

Your smile widens as you approach the restaurant, and you spot Jolly through the glass. He's engrossed in the menu, a picture of patience as he waits for you.

Anticipation bubbles within you, mixed with a flutter of nerves. You know it will be like old times, and he'll have many stories to tell you, but there won't be an awkward moment.

Pushing open the door, you walk over to the booth, his back to you. Stealthily, you slide up beside him, hovering until his gaze locks yours. His smile bursts, a warmth flooding his body—part of him had the sneaky suspicion you might duck out, but here you are.

He shuffles to make space, a silent invitation to join him. Then, in a move as natural as breathing, he pulls you into a bear hug, his head cradled against yours. "You made it!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

Your laughter combines with his, and the embrace feels warm and safe. "You thought I'd miss this? Not for the world," you assure him, the ease of your friendship wrapping around you like the coziest blanket. "You look amazing." As you pull away and observe him, you say, "How do you never age?"

He shrugs you off and slides a menu in front of you.

"I think you're blind."

You laugh giggling as you order your food. You stand up. "I need to pee."

"Thank you for that." Jolly teases.

The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you leave the bathroom, casting a sterile glow on the floor. The bathroom was supposed to be a brief escape from the diner's noise, a momentary pause from the laughter and clinking dishes.

But now, as you walk back to your seat, your heart clenches. He is bathed in the cold blue light of his phone screen, his face illuminated by a FaceTime call.

And then, the voice on the other end of the line—a voice you recognize all too well—cuts through.

His laughter dances in the air, a cruel melody that grates against your raw nerves.

"Who are you with?" The words hang in the air like a blade, slicing through the fragile bubble of denial you've carefully constructed.

You sit down, and your legs are suddenly weak.

Jolly turns the phone toward you, and there it is—the face you've been avoiding, the face that haunts your dreams. Noah. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now hold a storm of emotions: regret, longing, and something darker, something you can't quite name.

Your eyes blur with unshed tears. Why does it hurt so much? You thought you'd moved on, stitched up the wounds he left behind. But seeing him again, hearing his voice—it's as if the scars have split open, bleeding again.

"Fuck," you whisper, the word a prayer and a curse.

Jolly's oblivious, still laughing, unaware of the raging within you. You tear your gaze away from the screen, focusing on the flickering candle at your table.

You won't let this unravel you, not today. Not when you've worked so hard to rebuild the fragile scaffolding of your heart.

You stand up, pushing your chair in with a force that startles the people near by. The room blurs around you as you make your way to the exit. Memories flood your mind—the stolen kisses, the whispered promises, the nights tangled in each other's arms. But alongside the sweetness, there's bitterness—the lies, the betrayal, the shattered trust.

And Jolly, your supposed friend, the one who knew your pain intimately, who witnessed your tears and held your hand through sleepless nights—why would he put you in this position? Why would he expose you to the hurricane of Noah's presence?

Outside, the air is cool against your flushed cheeks. You take a deep breath, tasting salt and regret. The sky above seem distant, indifferent. You wrap your arms around yourself, a feeble attempt to hold the pieces together. But the ache remains a phantom limb that refuses to fade.

You walk away, leaving behind laughter and Facetime calls, leaving behind Jolly and Noah. The door closes softly behind you, muffling the sounds of the music and chatter. And as you step into the gloomy cold air, you wonder if healing is a myth, if love is a beautiful lie, and if betrayal is the only truth that matters.

[tgcg]

Newest tgcg drawing LEAKED

https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/AP1GczPCO3FJQijhGsVENRJbZJpC7olSYe5pv78G6KyXobXrCuU6TBfrPoW6kkVR7PDCte7C7bc55oxW1hEfOPoqhXRv81ysGylPF1NWM2jbeEVrIwl1qrdfg0AnKJQAl_Nr6D78NGlfcQ2xWIcex108rGzXQA=w683-h384-s-no-gm?authuser=0

(I SWEAR it's not an evil link the most illegal thing I've ever done was steal a my little pony toy from a CVS and drive five miles over the speed limit)

(also your art is really cool)

if i ever decided 2 do a no mercy route this is wat tgcg owuld be like

[wosobronze]

https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/pw/AP1GczNY5DV2ynC3YGZ7pZ7uCKjsHDpnHxrKvjdLURkwm8w5P51IoLCGChc3l7qvloN6pI1Ip2eppi52ZIeWawCSIH-Y2p04Lszud2Dqg9ES-uSYtFVP0z8FbtVdEJM72SaJcSEBW4VGTPE2FIujXcqHECg3=w1154-h1730-s-no?authuser=0

Don't ask me the color of anything.🫠

jesus christ🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[lazaruspiss]

quick "how to embed google drive images into ao3" bc it took me a bit to figure out

make sure the file is set to be visible to anyone with the link

copying the share link gives you this -> https://drive.google.com/file/d/IMAGEID/view?usp=drive_link

put the whatever string of numbers and letters is in the IMAGEID part into this -> https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/d/IMAGEID

it took me a while to figure out and half the stuff i found was outdated so here u go

[writingsofwesteros]

https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/proxy/KvEy5fyBHkSAbt-tX_FcMCclAxrJcZjAXa5ZNKnPOlRD3TPD8QoOadoyDds8B9Ihp3Ip6h7MstkRDTSmWX3H1H1NYtm0KuWITU1rHQ

https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/Un-lfeqMLW34RZitXlghY6W6qvjYuck7Pa3vi22RqnhOH6e_3z0p8QKfxYpnWQNgM6Dkzlmb62CUU-54n3RwRtBTFZBcj4k0ycaYB8-InszT

NSFW

The beach on dragonstone. Rhaenyra's sweet twin sister, the one Daemon actually wanted and now he can't keep his hands off her at his dead wife's funeral. He'll breed her here in the home of dragons.

Cult like with Maegor coded. She can finally take his fat cock as she slowly moves. He allows her this control, for the moment before his flipping her on her back.

[bandsanitizer]

so lh3 should be purple to complete the bisexual trifecta of luke hemmings solo releases

[boundlss]

AWWW THIS NYANTA FROM LH3?????

[twilightown]

Which scene from any kingdom hearts game made you the most emotional? Which one made you laugh?

Ohh my goodnesss I got really emotional with 358/2 days and Xion’s fading in that one because how could I not. I cried and then I cried when Aqua finally got saved from the darkness in LH3 because she’d been there for so long!! :( it was a beautiful scene too

A scene that made me laugh is that one in Monsters Inc in KH3 where Sulley yeets Vantias lmfaoooo but I know the trio’s antics in KH2 made me laugh too. But man I have played it 7 times over, did AMVs with it and played it back in 2006 so I can’t give you a specific scene

[nofatclips]

Nunzio Frajunco by Long Hair In Three Stages from the album The Oak Within The Acorn

[critrolestats]

Monster Analysis: Lingering Horrors

Thanks to @cpprcoyote​ for this art piece!

Encounter Appearance: 3-36 A Desperate Call

Armor Class 13-14

Speed 40 ft flying

Incorporeal Movement

Resistant to fire and nonmagical weapon damage

LH1: 80+unknown damage taken, 16 HDYWTDT by Ashton

LH2: 104 damage taken, 15 HDYWTDT by Ashton

Healed 23 damage

LH3: 107+unknown damage taken, 6 HDYWTDT by Fearne

Healed 38 damage

As Bells Hells dive into the nightmare pocket realm of safety Delilah set up in the event of her demise, the party’s projected spirits stumbled upon some of the haunting memories of Laudna and Delilah’s shared past. While some of these memories manifested as the stony, frozen-in-time terrain, a fragile statue to Laudna’s combined experiences with her necromantic captor, the party also came across a more mobile reenactment. Three undead entities rose from the ashes of one such memory, lingering horrors of Laudna’s traumatized past emerging to fill their void of living energy by draining it from the only available source.

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[andrewjosephmcgee]

Babs(:

[circulodelecturamavala]

Taller Lectura Tres puertos.

1.Las autoras afirman: “Precisamente por ello Matilda, la Sastrecilla y Hanna no son las mismas, no pueden ser las mismas después de que una obra literaria las reviste de otra piel y las invita a habitar otros puertos” 1.1 Comente sobre cada una de las obras que transformaron a estas protagonistas. Busque sus portadas y escriba sus comentarios debajo de cada una. (REALIZADO POR VALENTINA LIZARAZO)

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A Través de la lectura de Grandes Esperanzas de Charles Dickens, Matilda pudo reflejarse en el señor Pip, llevando así a encontrar mediante la lectura y el conocimiento de esa historia su propia identidad, puesto que empezó a comprender el mundo no solo externo que la rodeaba sino que logró comprenderse así misma, llevando a que creciera personalmente.  Además, se puede ver cómo la obra fue un impulso para Matilda para tomar el rumbo de su vida, de ver su valía y de seguir aquello que quería, lo cual llevó a que dejara su lugar de origen pero siempre manteniendo la promesa de que volvería, puesto que sabía que fuera de ahí iba a encontrar muchas cosas que disfrutaría y que mediante ellas seguiría creciendo, pero lo mejor de todo es que siempre mantiene presente la promesa de volver a casa, puesto que se ve cómo el crecimiento que tuvo permitió que ella comprendiera su hogar y la importancia que este tenía en su vida.

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Dentro de la película, se hace posible evidenciar cómo la lectura del libro de Balzac sirve en primera instancia como un mecanismo de escape frente a la realidad de opresión y limitación bajo la cual se enmarcan los protagonistas de la historia. La costurera y sus compañeros emplean Ursule Mirouet como una forma de recreación, que, poco a poco, va impactando en su cotidianidad en cuanto a su forma de percibir la vida, cuestionar su realidad y desarrollando nuevas comprensiones. De esta forma, cuando se les es prohibido acceder a libros que no corresponden al comunismo chino, la costurera también empieza a emplear la lectura como una forma de rebeldía y revelación en cuanto a su contexto proximal, sintiéndose lo suficientemente empoderada para salir del molde que le impuso su mismo espacio socio-histórico.

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La forma en que la lectura desde un lado distinto al convencional lleva a Hanna a abrirse a nuevos mundos y comenzar a comprender realidades que ella misma no comprendía pero que le apasionaba escuchar y entender. Los rituales de lectura le permitieron también retarse día a día y a enfrentarse a aquellos miedos que tenía consigo misma, para al final terminar descubriendo los mundos por sí misma al aprender a leer, y llevando así a que tenga conciencia del mundo.

1.2 Piense en una obra literaria que haya significado mucho para usted y que de alguna manera lo haya hecho cambiar. Por ejemplo, a mí me cambió La historia Interminable de Michael Ende. Y mi cita es la siguiente: “Casi se sentía enfermo de asco y lástima de aquellas criaturas de la desesperación...” De tal manera, cuente sobre su libro y tomé una cita textual del mismo (esa cita importante para usted) La obra literaria que significó mucho para mi fue “A little life” de Hanya Yanagihara, en la que se relata la vida adulta de Jude, quien sufrió de diferentes violencias a lo largo de su infancia -tales como violencia psicológica, sexual, física, entre otras- y que, ahora como adulto, se reflejan en la manera en la que percibe su vida y se relaciona con los demás. Así pues, esta obra impactó en mi vida desde la narración del dolor, soledad y consecuencias de las violencias desde una perspectiva de la misma persona que las vivió en carne propia; me cambió la forma de ver la vida desde el sufrimiento y la resiliencia que se puede encontrar dentro del dolor. Una frase que me marcó y es de mis favoritas en todo el libro es: “las cosas se rompen, y a veces se reparan, y en la mayoría de los casos, te das cuenta que no importa qué se dañe, la vida se reorganiza a sí misma para compensarte por tu pérdida, a veces de manera maravillosa”.

[mini-tourneys]

Cleanup Round eliminations!

These four charachters have been eliminated:

Ginger Bread-House (Ever After High)

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Zombie Cookie (Cookie Run)

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The Gingerbread Man (The Gingerbread Man)

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Toka Irie (Candy Flurry)

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