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Requiem for the dead. Nightmare for the living.

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re9uiem.

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can’t wait to see what shes like I love her already <33

this diva

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mark my words if they kill off ada wong in requiem before shes had any substantial lore on her own outside of leon after re6’s ending im gonna strangle whoever made that decision myself. they finally make her her own character with re6’s ending and then she just never shows up again. we had concepts for re8 ada but that never happened. ESPECIALLY if she dies to protect leon or some bs. im aeons #1 fan but that’s possibly the most boring ass way to finish her story. I don’t know. wish she’d been more than just reduced to leons love interest </3

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does anyone else with bpd feel like they’re so incredibly boring to be around? I don’t like being alone, I want to be around people, yet when I am I have nothing interesting to say, I can’t keep up conversations, Im just there. Like I just feel empty, at best. Anxious usually. Anyone that hasn’t been my FP Ive been incredibly boring around. Maybe that’s why I don’t make many friends.

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The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.

It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.

However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.

Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.

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just want to remind everyone that Krauser threw his knife directly into Luis’s spine. I mean clearly he aimed to kill. (srry for bad quality pic)

but what’s more is that very rapidly you lose function of your nerves if that happens, eventually becoming paralyzed (at least partially; ie. everything below the wound) from such damage to the spine.

That’s why it’s so devastatingly impressive and powerful that Luis was able to muster up the last of his strength and force his hand to shoot at Krauser-hitting directly at his knife that would have killed Leon.

as he’s shooting, Luis is leaning against something, unable to stand on his own, and after Krauser leaves, and he falls to the ground he sounds very pained. His body looks to be stiff and his arms fall limply. Shooting Krauser to save Leon was not an easy thing to do. But very obviously it meant a lot to Luis to be able to do it. Perhaps even one final concrete good thing. Even if it was right before his life ended.

of course this is also why Luis can’t properly use his lighter and needed Leon to do it for him. after his hand trembles and he drops the lighter, we do not see him move his body for the rest of the scene. (that wasn’t included in the above clip sorry but you can find it)

to me this is why this scene is one of the most potent in RE because holy shit,,when you rlly think about what it meant for Luis to be able to save Leon, and what it meant for Leon to light his cigarette for him,,,capcom when i fucking get you

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I’m god’s most frustrated angel holding white knuckled to a spear chanting: “I’m so regulated I’m so fucking regulated and good and kind and loving.”

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please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

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people who say ada is impossible to read aren’t looking hard enough. every little petty smile, twitch in the corner of her mouth, change in her eyes — she’s not as emotionless as she likes to seem. you just have to look for it.

id like to think her reason for wearing sunglasses as part of her disguise in re2 is, aside from hide her face, because her eyes are the most expressive part of her face. You can tell so much just by her eyes, if you care to look deep enough. Her shifts in emotion are always shown in her eyes. Her eyes really are her window into her soul, into who she is behind the persona that is Ada.

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And now I wanna be your dog

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thinking about resident evil protagonists having countless maps in their pockets. either folded neatly or just crumpled up.

leon gets lost for the 50th time that hour and scrambles to find the right map, getting out a compass and everything and starts strategizing to find the right path, meanwhile ashley is staring, wide eyed, at the ganados that just came to a freeze as soon as the maps left leon’s pockets

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you're basically home to me dude but it's not a big deal at all. don't worry about it

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i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.

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i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

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you have to be sexy but you have to be sexy in a way that's kind of bloody. you learn this early because you are wearing a ruffled skirt and the snow around your ankles kicks little sand particles against your calves. baby's first catcall. welcome to sexiness! welcome to the eyesore of your own body!

you have to be sexy like high heels. like sculpted eyebrows. like lean stomach and highly treated hair. you have to be sexy like youth is sexy, which means you have to be sexy like boxtox and plastic. a 30 year old can be sexy but she's not going to be bloody, and they like the bloodiness of it. a 30 year old is sexy when she is a whiskey glass and a wooden desk.

but you need to be sexy like an open mouth. you need to be sexy like a bitten apple. like plucked skin and white-knuckling the waxing kit.

so sex is a performance, not an enjoyment. for a while, you just assumed everyone else was also in on the joke - nobody actually likes sex that much, right? like, some men probably do, but why would you? it is like a gender - your gender is sexy. your gender is the performance of sex. you are thigh highs and garter belts. which, to be fair, do make you feel sexy.

part of what does make sex good is that you can tell that other people want you, which means the performance of sexiness is both bloody and wanted, which is good, which means you are winning at having a body. being wanted is the prize. being wanted is the thing you are searching for, not hope. you think you are looking for a soft grave in easy loam, but that is bloody but not sexy. to be sexy you must be bloody like a red open sign. bloody like a handprint. this will make you wanted.

any wanted or unwanted body is subject to supply and demand, which is to say that the more demand, the better you are valued. you must be highly demanded to be valued. this is stated in matter-of-fact by some men. sometimes it is a priest that says it, and sometimes it is a podcaster, and sometimes it is the 45th president of the united states of america.

(if you do not have any experience with being told your value, i want you to grab the nearest bird to you and i want you to crush it into a thin paste in your hand. spit into the center, and then hold your fingers closed tight around it for days and days, long after the rot has set in. feel bones itch inside of your fist. this is only a fraction of what it actually feels like, but it will suffice for a moment.)

good sex feels like you have earned their desperation. you have earned your own value. for a while you operated under the understanding that everyone knew about the power structure, even him. that their desire to take you - the violence of it - means that you must desire to be caught. little prince, guardian fox - you would rather have cut your own arm off. you liked the secret, cunning little voice you keep tucked into a box. you think you are fucking me. i am not even here right now. you are fucking what i conned you into perceiving. this is a painting, not a person. dominion over the body before all things.

so you bend your body like a wheat shaft and learn the steps so perfectly that it almost seems graceful. (if you do not have experience faking your own connection to your body and sexuality, cut each of your articles of clothing just a little bit incorrectly. pour fishbones into each of your meals. this way, you will experience the average noon on a tuesday.)

you have to be sexy like light spilled over a desk, but not desperate. not a noose. you can't be sexy like an electric guitar, you are the acoustic. you have to be on top of the bull but you can't have control over the animal.

okay, okay. the little rabbit of your heart went to sleep so long ago that winter has ravaged your concept of the human soul. there's something very-bad inside you, something that has taken over, a little fetid and rabid animal, angry and hurting and willing to bite first.

oh but even that's a pain that's sexy. open your mouth. be careful not to let the canines show.