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My OCs of The Giants Hotel colored. Matthew prefers to be dressed up in suits and tuxes, even when he isn’t preforming his butler-like duties. Jeremy wears his grey hoodie every day, Matthew has to sneak into his room while he sleeps to clean it. Eddy likes wearing all black and belts to make himself feel more secure. He looks pretty metal but its just what he is comfortable in. Alex has a favorite color, can you guess? Yep its purple! he always wears purple, if anyone has anything to say about it being a girly color will meet his fist.

Never sit near a giant playground.

Tiny on Taehyung’s finger~ Also,tomorrow is the pre sale day. I’m so scared rn 😰 Please,I wanna experience BTS concert with my own eyes

Yume_eno Bumped into this creator just now, their page seems to be more similar tiny size animations. Very cute.

Oh my god. Had to go to the doctors today for a bad cut and the only doctor that was available was a human. I felt bad for them until the finest man I’ve ever seen walked in. He was sooo nervous the whole time, I could hear his little heart pounding when he was close to me. His voice was shaking when he asked me if it stung when he disinfected it. I love my life

Lawsuit by the Yosemite ranger fired after hanging a giant transgender flag is dismissed A federal judge has dismissed a lawsuit brought by a former Yosemite National Park ranger who was fired after flying a giant transgender pride flag from a rock wall that looms over the California park’s main thoroughfare. U.S. District Judge Jennifer Thurston found on Friday that Shannon “SJ” Joslin, who identifies as nonbinary and uses the pronoun they, must follow the process set out by the… Lawsuit by the Yosemite ranger fired after hanging a giant transgender flag is dismissed

The Knicks spent years looking for a giant. Jalen Brunson became something bigger. “I would be lying to you if I thought he would be this good,” Rick Brunson said, who played for the last Knicks team to reach the Finals, in 1999, when his son was just 2 years old. “I just wanted him to come to New York, run a team and hopefully have a chance to win a championship. For him to be the guy — this is surreal.” Comparisons to Brunson’s achievement are scarce. The closest analogues… The Knicks spent years looking for a giant. Jalen Brunson became something bigger.

Been slowly getting into the Ultraman series and decided to design my own Kyodai Hero. Cause apparently while small, a hero who grows to the size of a giant monster to fight it is a subgenre of Tokusatsu and Ultraman isn’t the only hero who does this. And thus, I created my own Giant Heroine, Miss Mega! This isn’t the first time I’ve taken a crack at the genre, but I think this is my best attempt out of the few times I’ve tried.

Sophia’s Agonizing Fate Ch7 ———–>Ch9(coming soon) Chapter 8: The Puppeteer CW: Violence , Psychological trauma, Nightmares, Emotional distress, Graphic injury , Implied torture, Body horror, Loss of bodily autonomy, Family member in danger, Child injury , Captivity —————————————————— When Sophia opened her eyes, for a moment, she remembered nothing. In that brief instant, she expected to find herself in her own room, lying in her own bed. But it took only seconds for the events of the previous night to come rushing back. She turned her head and looked around. Strangely, everything felt different, even though she knew she was still inside a giant’s home. A wardrobe towered like a skyscraper. The mirror looked like a portal to another world, and the curtains flowed in soft waves like an endless ocean. Sophia stretched and rolled onto her side, only to freeze. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, unsure if she had seen correctly. Nearby, a giant figure slept peacefully. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. One hand rested on his stomach while the other lay tucked beneath his head. Sophia swallowed hard. Little by little, she realized where she was. Beneath her was warm, soft fabric. Slowly, she pushed herself upright and looked around. Gregor’s bed stretched endlessly in every direction. Her gaze drifted back to him. With his eyes closed, he seemed different somehow. The usual coldness and anger were gone. Sophia could hardly believe Gregor had shown her any mercy at all. The events of the previous night felt hazy in her mind, blurred like fragments of a dream. The last thing she clearly remembered was sitting near the fireplace. At some point, without even realizing it, she had fallen asleep wrapped in an unfamiliar sense of calm. Perhaps she only felt that way because she wasn’t locked inside the cage. Because no one had threatened her. Because, for a few hours, she had been allowed to forget her fear. After days of fear, threats, pain, and confinement, the absence of those things felt almost comforting. For a few brief hours, she hadn’t felt like she was waiting for something terrible to happen. Whatever the reason, she had slept better than she had in a very long time. She felt rested, almost energetic. If it weren’t for her situation, she might even have called it refreshing. Suddenly, the bed trembled beneath her. Gregor rolled toward her, stretching in his sleep. Sophia jerked backward in panic. A scream nearly escaped her throat, but she clamped both hands over her mouth. Gregor settled onto his side, still asleep. If she had reacted even a second slower, she would have been crushed beneath his weight. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. Her breathing turned quick and uneven as she pressed a trembling hand to her chest, struggling to calm herself. Gregor hadn’t woken for even a moment. Sophia thought bitterly that if he had crushed her in his sleep, his only concern would have been cleaning the bloodstains from his sheets. The thought made nausea twist in her stomach. Goosebumps crawled across her skin. She hated this feeling, this terrifying helplessness. She had become so small. So powerless. Once her breathing finally steadied, she forced herself to stand. Escape was impossible; she knew that much. Even though she still had enough strength to walk, her mind felt sluggish from exhaustion, and without food, she doubted she could survive much longer. She was nothing like the person she used to be. The endless fear and anxiety had worn down her mind, while weeks of confinement inside the cage had weakened her body. Carefully, she walked toward the edge of the bed and peered down. The dizzying height alone was enough to remind her that escape was hopeless. Turning away, she began walking in the opposite direction, keeping as much distance from Gregor as possible in case he rolled again. The duvet beneath her was light blue, while the blanket draped over it was a darker shade of blue. In her old life, she probably would have liked the combination. Her old life. The words felt foreign now. Those memories no longer seemed real. They felt distant, unreachable, as though they belonged to someone else entirely. She thought of her mother. Her father. Her little brother. Everyone she missed. Everyone who was probably worried sick about her… assuming they hadn’t already given up searching. The thought of being forgotten weighed painfully on her chest. Sophia turned toward the enormous window. Sunlight streamed through the curtains in golden ribbons, spilling across the bed. She took a slow, deep breath. Whether she accepted it or not, this was her life now, a life she had almost no control over. All she could do was survive. And with a quiet, humorless laugh, she realized she had already failed even at that. Now she clearly remembered begging Gregor the night before to kill her instead of tormenting her further. She couldn’t even blame herself for it. Everything he had done had confirmed her worst nightmares. He had ripped her from the cage without warning, trapped her helplessly inside his hand, and humiliated her with mocking words. Sophia had no doubt that the way he had looked at her the night before was the same way a predator looked at its prey. But all of that had been before she asked for death. After that, Gregor had softened. “Maybe he never intended to kill me,” she thought. And honestly, it made sense. She looked toward Gregor, who was still asleep nearby. Moving carefully, she stepped closer to him. Perhaps he had never planned to kill her. That didn’t mean he minded tormenting her, though. He had proven that to Sophia many times already. She reminded herself firmly. He’s not your friend. He’s Victor’s. At once, the memory of those horrific, animal-like screams echoed through her mind. The cries of those Victor had murdered in the cruelest ways imaginable. The thoughts made her head ache. The confusion, the fear, the uncertainty about her future… all of it was slowly driving her toward madness. Still, despite everything, she was alive. And so she made herself a promise: No matter what happened, she would never willingly surrender her life for anything. Absolutely anything. Carefully, she returned to a spot not far from where she had first awakened and lay back down again. If she could enjoy the comfort of a better life, even temporarily, then she would. The floor of her cage had been cold and unforgiving. Every morning, she woke up with aches spreading through her body. Compared to that, this bed felt like heaven. But despite her exhaustion, sleep refused to come. Instead, she lay silently listening to Gregor’s deep, steady breathing, secretly hoping he would stay asleep a little longer. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side, and he woke sooner than she expected, letting out a long yawn. Sophia froze. The sight of his enormous teeth and dark throat sent fear rushing through her body. His warm breath swept over her, lifting strands of her hair into the air, while the low growl of his stomach made chills crawl down her spine. Gregor rubbed at his eyes and lazily rolled toward her again. This time, Sophia had no chance to escape. A scream burst from her throat. Fortunately, before his weight could press her beneath him, Gregor suddenly came to his senses and jerked himself back. Sophia scrambled desperately across the bed, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. Now fully awake because of her scream, he stared at her with widened eyes. Once Sophia felt she was far enough away, she sat down stiffly, bracing herself for his anger. To her, screaming had simply meant survival, but would Gregor care about that? Her body trembled violently. Not only from fear of his reaction, but from the realization that she had once again come terrifyingly close to death. For someone as small as she was, death always felt far larger and nearer than she wanted to believe. Contrary to her expectations, the incident didn’t seem to matter much to Gregor. In fact, he preferred that the tiny creature stay alive. He understood why she was afraid. He knew she expected to be blamed or punished for screaming, but he had slept surprisingly well that night and had woken in an unusually good mood. Because of that, the situation hardly seemed worth caring about. Besides, seeing that the little creature still possessed the instinct to survive was good news. Gregor ran a hand through his messy hair and gestured toward her with the other. Sophia swallowed nervously. She was still afraid, but there was no anger on his face. Slowly, she stood and walked toward him on unsteady legs. The mattress dipped beneath her feet with every step, making it difficult to keep her balance. “No need to be afraid,” he said lazily. “I’m not mad at you.” He slowly pushed himself upright. The sudden shift in the mattress threw Sophia off balance, and she fell face-first onto the bed. When she looked back up at him, a mocking smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I can see the reasoning behind your actions, even if they’re foolish.” Sophia let out a quiet breath. Maybe he meant it as mockery, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. Being this small meant that even tiny mistakes could become disastrous ones, mistakes she could barely endure, let alone survive the consequences of. “If you want, you can rest a little longer.” A loud growl from his stomach interrupted him. “But as you can see,” he added dryly, “I need to eat. If I stay here any longer, I might be tempted to eat you instead.” He let out a laugh at his own terrible joke. Sophia, thoroughly unamused, simply stared at him in silence. She truly had been lucky that he hadn’t woken up in a worse mood today. “Thanks,” she said quietly. Of course, she preferred staying here, not only because the bed was soft and comfortable, but also because it allowed her to keep her distance from him. Still, she was hungry. As Gregor stood and moved across the room, the mattress trembled beneath her, snapping Sophia from her thoughts. She lifted her head to look at him, but he was so tall and far away that she had to crane her neck just to see his face. Gregor walked to the mirror, ran a hand through his hair, then left the room. Sophia let out the breath she had been holding and collapsed back onto the bed. She knew she shouldn’t grow accustomed to his kindness. Sooner or later, she would be thrown back into the cage, waking every morning with pain in her back while the nightmares continued to torment her. But for a few minutes, just a few minutes, she wanted to lie there and pretend she was back in her own room, in her own home. She could almost hear the television from downstairs. Her mother was probably watching her favorite show. Her father had just returned home with the latest newspapers from Mr. Wilson’s kiosk. Her little brother sat nearby, cutting up old newspapers to make a collage for school. She could hear the soft snip of scissors close to her ear. She knew it was him. She wanted to believe it was him. Who else could it possibly be? Who else besides Albert always carried scissors around? A whistle . The sharp sound echoed through her mind. Her ears rang. It was too late to wake up. Sophia turned toward the noise. Her body no longer belonged to her. It felt as though invisible strings had been tied to her arms and legs, controlling her like a puppet from above. She wanted to speak, but her lips wouldn’t part. No sound escaped her throat. Slowly, she lifted her head. Giant hands loomed overhead, pulling at the strings attached to her body. One tugged her right arm upward. Another forced her left leg forward. Panic consumed her. She tried to scream, but her voice remained trapped inside her throat. “Who else knows how to use scissors?” the Giant asked. Sophia recognized the voice instantly. The voice that haunted every one of her nightmares. But the next voice froze her completely. “I do!!” Albert came running toward her, a pair of scissors clutched in his small hands. Sophia’s eyes widened in horror. She wanted to scream : “ Albert, stay back !” But her lips remained sealed shut. Tears streamed down her face as helplessness consumed her. She couldn’t even beg the puppeteer to spare her brother. Against her will, her hand lifted, beckoning him closer. Against her will, her feet moved toward him. Albert kept running toward her. Boom . Sophia froze. A massive shoe slammed into the ground exactly where her brother had been standing only moments before. Her lungs refused to draw breath. The giant foot lifted, then crashed down again. Sophia tried to scream once more. Again, nothing came out. The only thing she still controlled were her tears. The puppeteer guided her forward until she stood before her brother’s broken, bloodied body. “HELP! Sophie… help me!” He was alive. He shouldn’t have been, but somehow he was. Sophia desperately wanted to run to him, to hold him, to help him. “S…Sophie…” Every part of her wanted to save him. But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything. Suddenly, a deafening sound echoed above her. Sophia lifted her head. The puppeteer crouched nearby, holding a pair of scissors in one hand while the other shoved her backward carelessly. She tried to scream again. Nothing. Without even glancing at her, the puppeteer lowered the scissors toward Albert’s half-conscious body. “Well done, buddy,” he said with a faint smile. “You played your part perfectly. Time to get changed.” The sharp tip of the scissors touched Albert’s face before slowly sliding downward, and his scream tore through the empty space, hitting Sophia like something breaking deep inside her. She fought against the force holding her, against her own body that refused to obey, desperate to stop it, to do something. She had to stop him. She had to… Stop! STOP ! But nothing responded, not her limbs, not her voice, nothing belonged to her anymore. She could only feel herself trapped inside a body that would not move, forced to watch as the puppeteer continued without hesitation, cutting and slicing with slow, deliberate precision while Albert’s voice broke apart into weaker fragments until even those began to fade. Sophia stared helplessly as everything human about him was stripped away in front of her. She felt as though she might lose consciousness at any second, but she never did. She remained awake, trapped inside herself, staring at her brother’s broken body. Meanwhile, the puppeteer continued pulling at the strings attached to her limbs as though nothing had happened at all. Her body obeyed every command without resistance, moving when it was told to move, stopping when it was told to stop. Sophia could do nothing except watch. Her eyes remained fixed ahead, wide and empty. She no longer struggled against the strings, no longer tried to scream, no longer even thought about freedom. She was only a puppet now. Small, helpless, and lifeless.

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Saturday Sessions: Young the Giant performs Young the Giant broke out in 2010 with hits like “My Body” and “Cough Syrup,” which boast more than 400 million streams on Spotify. Their latest record, “Victory Garden,” is out now. Here’s Young the Giant performing “Different Kind of Love.” Source link Saturday Sessions: Young the Giant performs

Giant Robo by Tina & Joe

Giant : Who do you think you are, little thing?!? I’m going to devour you until there’s not a single shred left… Of… You?.. Me : Hell yeah, bring it on, darling~ Giant : what the fuck is this?… . . . I DON’T KNOW, FUCK IT, I’m gonna post this before going to sleep. I fucking love this.

EP 339: The Three Stars; The Mountain and the Rivers; The Great Flood (Jeong) Listen Here Watch Here The Three Stars Told by Son Jinte; Gupo (1926) Long ago there lived a rich man who had one daughter. One year he went up to the capital to take a Government post, and left his daughter in charge of the house in his absence. One day a Buddhist monk came begging for alms. The daughter told the maid to give him a little rice. But the monk asked her to fill the bowl up to… EP 339: The Three Stars; The Mountain and the Rivers; The Great Flood (Jeong)