#[plotted]

[postcard-from-the-past]

Socialist-anarchist conspirators of the Kōtoku Incident who plotted to assassinate the Emperor Meiji in 1910, executed in 1911

Japanese vintage postcard

[0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-00000]

orbits of points on a solid torus (R/Z x D₁ where D₁ is the unit complex disk and R/Z is a circle) tend to this set under the mapping (t,z) implies (2t, z/4 + 0.5eⁱᵗ). it's really weird topologically. cross sections are homeomorphic to the cantor set. created using 5000 randomly generated points and 25 iterations.

[rxbelling-hxrald]

@nightsky-blue-blur

While the demon-hog was often more happy than not to lend a hand on occasion to the local band of heroes, everything that he'd heard so far sounded like they were worrying over nothing.

"Sure, its not like any of you haven't just vanished in some trip somewhere mysterious previously." An air of sarcasm in tone, shrugging the notions of a potential danger aside given the insinuations. "Sonic practically sprints into those pathways all the time."

"And from the tales I've heard, he usually shows up again days later."

Of course, he could respect the fact they were just concerned over their friend, but it still made little sense right now that apparently he was the one required to help aid them, especially when they were far more familiar with them than he was!

"Look, I bet your Blaze has just gone away for a bit, like a timeout? We all need time to ourselves now and then. What makes you so certain she's remotely in danger?" If they'd come to him of all people instead of lending immediate aid, there must be some reason or evidence otherwise for it to suggest otherwise. Just what weren't they telling him?

"Even if we say she is in some unfriendly place, you know she can handle herself."

"Not to mention, why me? What's stopping you from just dashing off after her?"

[kingofthewebxxx]

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜ - Elliot

Love, now that was a concept that held a very different position in his mind compared to most people’s. To him love was something that trapped people and led them down paths that led to nothing but pain and misery, it was ultimately a pointless emotion that made you weak. Growing up his parents had shown him no love, wanting nothing but to get rid of him. What had surprised him the most about that at such a young age was that he didn't care, their opinions meant nothing to him, no one’s did, the only opinion that mattered was his and perhaps someone else he had an interest in but even that usually disappeared once he was bored of them. Jim’s brother had distanced himself from him growing up, they were two completely different people and whilst he wished no harm to him, Jim thought he was tedious, his existence being noted by nothing other than a line on a family tree.

Circling Elliot he stopped in front of him and pulled him towards him, grabbing his collar tightly. “Did I get ya? I do have that effect on some people, they can't get enough of me. Tell me do you prefer Richard Brook the shy actor who just wanted attention” he said as his voice shook slightly, using the same tone he had used when they had first met and he had pretended to be ‘Richard Brook’. “Or do you like who I really am, come on tell me. Oh wait I nearly forgot, you have no choice” he said releasing him and turning around in a small circle, amused with glee. “You say the word love like you know it, tell me just what would you be willing to do for me. I could just make you do it, but that's no fun, I want you to want to do it” he said with a small smirk that soon disappeared into his cold and emotionless face. He tilted his head slightly from side to side in a reptilian fashion as he waited for his answer. 

@curseoffrell

[nondelphic]

sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.

[beaft]

it is legit bizarre to me how hard video game creators and film directors and showrunners try to pretend that fat people don't exist. can you think of the last time you saw a fat person in a lead role? god forbid a fat woman? i can walk down the street or go into a shop or restaurant and see fat people everywhere but then i switch on the tv and suddenly it's like a glimpse into an alternate universe where no one has a bmi over 24. insidious and weird

[asteroidtroglodyte]

[tis-the-boards-season]

I just saw a theatre almost entirely full of men very audibly gasp and/or moan at the site of a shirtless Hugh Jackman and let me tell you it was a religious experience

[selineabanto]

hear me outs but they're drunk and silly

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[mychemicalbrromance]

Guys ive been reading peak

[bethanythebogwitch]

Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

[nondelphic]

i sit down to write and suddenly i am the most distracted human alive. the chair is uncomfortable. my coffee is too hot. my playlist isn't quite the vibe. i need to research what victorian houses smelled like in 1872 for exactly 45 minutes even though my story takes place in space. and yet the moment i'm trying to fall asleep? every single sentence i've ever needed just lines up perfectly in my brain like some kind of creative parade i'll never get back.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You're just not toxic enough.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Poppy playtime got a guy worse than William Afton