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[kazxmp]

❛ better a monster than an arrogant god. ❜

"Yeah so I'm sticking to my choice. I'd rather have to be stuck in an elevator with Xenomorph than some arrogant gods I can think of.." The goth trails off his words a she goes back to chewing the twizzler piece that's been hanging out of his mouth during this little game. Since Kaya comes into the shop fairly often, Kaz has begun to like these little in between customer games. Maybe it was because he chose to be mostly alone while growing up that he never really played a lot of these games? Or maybe it's just because he enjoys Kaya's company. Either way. it's been fun. "I mean shit, what would you do? Xenomorph kinda~~~~" Of course he would insinuate some borderline nasty shit, but he leaves it at that. With the added eyebrow wiggle though of course. Can't forget that.

[indiegame]

palestinians that have reached out to me & links to donate to them:

• @dodooomar 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at kr156,119 of kr300,000

• @ghaziyounes1967 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at $4,431 of $50,000

• @abood-gaza2 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at $4,824 of $40,000

• @asmaayyad 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at €13,466 of €45,000

• @helpamalm 's gofundme & main post -- unverified -- currently at €332 of €53,000

• @farohablogsworld 's gofundme & main post -- verified by association -- currently at €828 of €32,000

• @fidaa-family2 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at $19,000 of $30,000

• @wafaaresh6 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at $6,104 of $50,000

• @keensaladbanana 's gofundme & main post -- verified by association -- currently at kr3,121 of kr350,000

• @ahmed-ziad 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at £10,017 of £30,000

• @yasermohammad 's gofundme & main post -- verified -- currently at €18,935 of €35,000

• @shadowyavenuetaco 's gofundme & main post -- verified by association -- currently at £3,020 of £50,000

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so listen hear me out

sea snake is a bit too obvious (and too boring)

so i made him based on some kind of lionfish??? (bc something something venomous marine animal) also with a LOT of creative liberties i made with how the fish looks like

let’s also give his fins some rips and tears here and there bc what are the implications of that??? that’s for you 🫵 to decide

anyways chat i lowkey dont know what i was doing

i had no other thoughts but haha funny snake man i turn into fish

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[wilting-fl0wer]

The only correct form of caltam, as far as i am concerned

[hereandnowhere-onboards]

Oscar Piastri: The DRS Chronicles

I couldn't find a full compilation of all of Oscar's legendary DRS tweets, so I've pulled together as many as I could. Please let me know if I've missed anything!

July 2020

August 2020

September 2020

October 2020

December 2020

January 2021

April 2021

June 2021

July 2021

September 2023

May 2024

Oscar Piastri TikTok video dated 17 May 2024.

[Reply to Karglass’s comment ‘how your relationship with drs is going ??’]

There’s probably a lot of people wondering what this question is about. In F3, my DRS was VERY temperamental, and I think basically half the season it worked very intermittently, sometimes didn’t work at all, and if you want to scroll back far enough on my Twitter, on my X, then you will see the DRS chronicles from that year. So, yeah, we’re all good now, have been for a while, now that I’ve said that I’ve definitely jinxed it because that’s what happened last time I did this, but yes, since then we have been all good, yeah.

[deimossie]

☼ currently: plagued by visions of divine yuri

[herkkariehuja]

I made a probably incomplete list of all the things/names Käärijä has called Bojan up until now:

Bojan

WTFBojan

BojanBooojanBojanBojaanBojaaaanBojanBojan

Boyfriend

Son

Dog

Buddy/Bojanbuddy

Puppy

Best Friend

Friend

Old Man

Pussymagnet

Jokerman

Käärijäfriend

Jim Carrey

Justin Bieber

Bojan Titanic

Bojan Cvjetićanin

Baby (possibly)

Poika aka the Boy

Mister Lonely

Sir

Baby Boo

Bella Swan

[hclcnas]

[cryptid-crow13]

underground fighter

I have this idea and I can't get it out of my head so I am throwing it to the dpxdc tumblr wild.

Danny took a deep breath as he wrapped his left hand. He wrinkled his nose at the blood and grime he smelled over the cigarette smoke and alcohol. He ignored how his hand shook as he secured the end around his wrist. He heard the noise outside the room die down a bit and hopped up from the bench.

Danny ran himself through a few warmups before he heard the noise outside pick back up with an announcement.

"Tonight we have everyone's favorite, Wraith!"

People yelled out their bets and cheered when Danny stepped out into the cage. He blew out a slow breath and watched as the people in the seats above shivered. He kept a carefully blank expression even under the gaiter mask.

When Wraith stepped into his end of the cage he rolled his shoulders back and stared down his first opponent for the night.

[gorefix]

XISGIRL. A term for those who identify with the girlhood they were assigned at birth (see note at bottom), but in an atypical sense. Being a Xisgendered Girl. Examples of this would be:

Assigned PuppyGirl at Birth (PGaB) and identifying with being a PuppyGirl.

Assigned Angel?Girl (LINK) at Birth (A?GaB) and identifying with being an Angel?Girl.

Note for this term. Birth is an general term that also encapsulates descriptors like creation, formation, and more.

There is no right way to identify with this term, GOREFIX only provides the parameters.

[nireey]

Read on AO3♥️

The soft clink of glass against wood echoed in the quietness of the living room. The warm glow of the single lamp cast long shadows over the table, where candles and plates of half-eaten food and bowls were scattered, some nearly empty, others left untouched as if their owners had forgotten about them mid-conversation - a modest spread of homemade delicacies and simple drinks - while the weight of an impending farewell loomed in the air.

The television was on, playing a late night TV comedy show neither of them was paying attention to. It just served as background noise, something to fill the silence between words that felt too big to say out loud.

Juwon sat back into the way too cozy couch, one leg tucked under him, glass between his fingers placed carefully on his left thigh. The colorless liquid inside caught the light as he studied Dongsik from the corner of his eye, who lingered next to him, unusually quiet.

Dongsik sat slouched, his elbows propped on his knees, fingers idly playing with the rim of his own glass.

He wasn’t drunk. Not yet. But there was a looseness in his posture that suggested he was slowly and surely getting there.

“You’re not eating.” Juwon noted with an irritated glance and for a second he questioned his own amazing cooking.

Dongsik looked up from the plate with a forced smile, snatched a piece of delicious, grilled bell pepper from Juwon’s spicy dinner session earlier with chopsticks but didn’t bring it to his mouth. Instead, he glanced toward the flickering candles, following the movements of their mesmerizing orange flames.

For some reason he suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore.

Tomorrow evening.

Juwon swirled the liquid in his glass before tossing it back down his throat.

"Tomorrow evening," he eventually said out loud, more to himself than to Dongsik.

Dongsik only hummed in acknowledgment, eyes still fixated on the flickering candles.

He knew.

Tomorrow evening.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight, you know that?” Juwon remarked with a hint of irritation in his voice, setting his glass down with a soft clink.

Dongsik let out a slow breath, his lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. 

“Since when do you need me to be loud, Juwon-ie?”

It was a pathetic attempt to be funny, to lighten the mood. Both of them knew it wouldn’t work. 

Juwon watched him; the way Dongsik’s fingers curled a little too tightly around the shiny glass, the way he rubbed his 3-days chin stubble with his calloused fingers, the way his lips pressed together just a bit too long before he spoke - meant something was wrong, something was bothering him.

“Are you sure it's okay?”

Dongsik didn't look at him, his eyes back focusing on the flickers. 

"What?"

"Me going to England. Two weeks."

Dongsik chuckled and put his chopsticks down before reaching for the soju bottle even though the alcohol level in his blood had already reached a dangerous threshold. 

For a moment, it seemed as if he might just say something biting, something harsh. He was good at that - deflecting with snark, with sass on point. But not tonight. Tonight, there was something softer in his eyes, something sadder, pulled up and laid out on a silver plate from the bottom of his scarred, healing heart, even if it didn’t reach his mouth.

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don’t know. It just feels like..." Juwon hesitated, then shook his head. "You always act like nothing bothers you, but I know you."

"Oh, really? Do you?", Dongsik smirked a tease, the corners of his mouth rising gently while he poured them another round - Juwon first and then himself a second drink.

Juwon exhaled through his nose to suppress a rising streak of annoyance. 

"Cut it. I know when you're pretending."

Dongsik tilted his head, a mischievous gaze flickering towards Juwon's youthful, moisturized face. His beautiful boyfriend was watching him carefully, searching for something. Dongsik had always hated and liked that about Juwon simultaneously - the way he saw too much, the way he never let things slide.

"Juwon-ie. You don't have to explain yourself to me, nor do you need my permission. It’s just two weeks. Come on.", Dongsik answered, lifting his glass, watching the Soju getting mixed and diluted by the melting ice cubes in it. "Not a big deal, really. You'll come back."

"You say that like you don’t care whether I do or not."

How absurd. 

Dongsik let out a short laugh. "What, you think you'll go back to England and suddenly decide you like it there more than here?"

Juwon didn’t answer immediately. He tapped his fingers against the glass, thoughtful. For a moment, his mind seemed miles away, lost in thoughts that were hidden behind his usually composed exterior.

"I lived there for ten years. Sometimes it still feels like home, despite the heavy memories."

There it was - that word. Home.

Dongsik’s stomach twisted. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear from Juwon’s mouth but it was a fact.

England - a part of Juwon’s past that Dongsik could never quite reach, no matter how hard he tried.

As a kid, Juwon lived in England for almost a decade during the most formative years of a person's life. It was natural for him to feel a connection to it, to embrace the bittersweet recollections and unresolved dreams.

It was normal to want to go back, to reminisce as a now mature and unchained individual, to revisit the places that shaped him.

Of course it was a second home for him; there was no doubt about that. And Dongsik would be the last person in this world that would deny him the sweet feelings of homecoming and nostalgia. 

But still.

Dongsik had spent a lifetime watching beloved people leave - all of them not by choice.

His sister. His parents. His police partner. His foster daughter. His chief who was like a father to him. 

They all had disappeared, one after another, until he was the only one left standing in the ruins. 

And now Juwon - his bright, stubborn, maddening Juwon - was going to a place he once called his second home. A place that might feel more like home than Korea ever had.

Even after all these years, even after everything, he still had this ugly, gnawing fear that history would repeat itself. That Juwon, with his sharp determination, his enticing eyes and caring heart, would one day look at Korea and decide it wasn’t enough.

That he, Lee Dongsik, wasn’t enough.

Abandonment was a wound that ran too deep, that needed time to heal.

It scared him deeply.

Dongsik was afraid.

Juwon saw it in the way he kept refilling his own glass at a concerning pace. 

He saw it in the way his dreamy eyes darted away whenever Juwon looked at him for too long. 

He saw it the way he started to laugh every time he was seized by mental stress, panic and anxiety.

“Sorry, I…I just want to see it again for once. See how it feels now, after, you know, everything.”

Dongsik finally reached once again for the piece of bell pepper that he had abandoned on the plate earlier, chewing it slowly to buy time, to keep himself from saying something he’d regret. 

He’d known this was coming - Juwon had mentioned the trip before about two months ago - but the reality of it settled heavy in his chest now. 

Nonethelss, a fact stayed a fact. England had been Juwon's home for a long time. And he had no right to make demands. 

He loved Juwon. His Juwon. And loving someone also meant to let them live and breathe.

And yet, Dongsik didn’t want to let him go. At this point he was selfish.

What if he went back and realized he’d rather stay?

Get it together. He deserves to live. To be happy. To be free.

What then?

What could he do? Ask him not to go? Tell him to stay because the thought of waking up without him for two weeks felt like hell?

No, that wasn’t how it worked.

"You should go." 

Dongsik nodded into Juwon’s direction, chewing on some vegetables while he spoke, suppressing the pain that was rising in his chest. The fear of being abandoned still clung to him like a second skin, a constant companion.

"You're still young. Enjoy your life. You don’t have to be stuck in this shitty town forever."

Juwon’s brows furrowed with unease. "That’s not what I meant."

Dongsik forced a cheeky grin on his face that camouflaged the rising anxiety inside his heart pretty well. 

"What, you're afraid I'll get lonely? You think I’m gonna cry, cling myself to your leg and beg you to stay?”

Juwon clicked his tongue, looking away with a soft bite on his bottom lip. "I just...I don’t want to leave if you don’t want me to."

I don’t. I don’t want to, Juwon-ie. Please. Stay.

Stay with me...

“Bullshit.”

Dongsik swallowed down the urge to tell him the truth. He wanted to beg. He wanted to cling to him and tell him not to leave. He wanted to cry.

Closing his eyes, he pushed down the wave of panic that was threatening to overwhelm him.

No. This wasn’t about him. He couldn’t ask Juwon to stay out of selfish fear.

It was ridiculous.

“If you don’t want me to go, just say it.”

There it was.

The invitation to be selfish. To beg him to stay. To grip his wrist and tether him to this godforsaken town, to Lee Dongsik’s side, where he belonged.

Instead of taking the invitation, Dongsik reached out, nudged Juwon’s knee with his own, then put a hand gently on his cheek. An encouraging smile full of love was drawn on his slightly charred lips while his eyes glistened with pain in contrast.

"I’ll be fine. Go. Get some fresh air. Take pictures for me. Meet up people. Reconnect. Socialize the hell out of yourself and have fun. You deserve it. Just…don’t forget to come back."

Behind those words, Dongsik’s heart was a storm of quiet desperation. Every syllable he spoke was a whispered plea to his inner self; a self haunted by the terror of abandonment. The thought of Juwon returning to England, perhaps staying there longer than the planned two weeks, unraveled threads of his deepest insecurities.

Juwon’s face didn’t flinch when he heard him. He turned around, drilling his determined glances into Dongsik’s sad eyes. 

“If you really don’t care, then look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t miss me.”

That brat.

Sometimes Dongsik hated him. Affectionately.

He hated him for becoming so perceptive. Hated him for knowing him so well, for seeing through, for challenging him. He hated him because - damn it - Juwon was right. 

It hurt like hell.

Dongsik picked up his drink with a smirk and downed it again in one go. When he set it back down, he finally met Juwon’s demanding gaze with easy confidence, pushing it down. 

“Man, you’re annoying. As if I would miss you.”, he sighed dramatically.

Juwon’s heart skipped a beat and he studied him for a short moment. Then, finally, he smiled - small, knowing, but warm. 

Nothing. Not even a trip overseas could tackle their mutual trust, their affection and nonverbal understanding.

"And you’re an idiot.", Juwon murmured and finally moved closer, settling against Dongsik’s side with practiced ease on the couch, eyes tired from the soju, his head finding its place against a soft chest. The weight of him was familiar, grounding, a warmth Dongsik had never known he could have.

Dongsik huffed out a laugh. "Takes one to know one."

They plopped down deeper into the cozy couch, embracing each other in a moment of solace, the soju between them as the weight of their conversation settled into something softer.

Dongsik laid a lazy arm over a broad pair of strong shoulders, pulling Juwon closer, burying his own face into his hair - and let himself break.

Beads of hot tears suddenly emerged from his eyes and trickled down his flushed cheeks in silence until they dropped down into scented dark locks.

Two weeks. It wasn’t forever.

It was just a visit.

Juwon would come back, right?

He didn’t sniffle or shake, just let the tears fall, one after another, as if crying was as natural as breathing.

Dongsik didn’t beg him to stay, didn’t whisper: 

‘What if you don’t come back? What if I lose you, too?’

Instead, he held his sleepy Juwon closer, breathed him in, and prayed - prayed that, this time, someone he loved would return.

[overlymetaromantic]

IS KARIN AROMANTIC OR AROACE? IDK IVE JUST BEEN SEEING THROUGHOUT THE COMIC THAT SHES VERY CLEARLY NOT INTERESTED IN ROMANCE SO IM JUST WONDERING AS A FAN (and an aroace individual :3)

So the 100% honest answer is I'm not actually sure LMAO 😂 I'm honestly so, so happy people do read her this way, especially since I'm aroace myself!!! But I can also admit that her relationship with relationships ended up developing in a direction I didn't initially expect, and I worry a bit about how much of the aroace-coding is actually her own character versus me inadvertently projecting in my writing ahahaha 😂 Honestly she probably will end up somewhere on that spectrum as she grows up and experiences more, but at this point in the comic, Karin herself would not recognize herself as/identify as aro/ace. No matter what, though, I do want to explore this particular question about her own sexuality a bit more in season 2, so that she has the space to develop towards whatever identity if any suits her best by the end of the story!

[piningpercussionist]

Oh! Fucking. Duh. Obvious Roxie post I can make today: here's an emote I made for the sp:te server! (With variants of different degrees of completion...)

I was gonna go back and shade the comic colors Roxie but. Just ended up going w the colors picked off the screenshot. This screenshot, specifically!

[blaithnne]

I’m going to bed, there better still be a Hilda fandom by the time I wake up.

[star-and-moon-shipper]

tomorrow is going to be so stressful oml