#But only sorta

[mezzmerizd]

so funny thing that happened on twitter-

and erm, i got some help and feedback from more knowledgeable people (@leoincaps) soooo-

Young Emo Tango & Scene Skizz respectively :3

[squid--inc--writes]

finished making the polymer clay gnomes. still have 4 soft gnomes to make (possibly with and eldritch eye rather than a nose)

as I said, it slowly became more dnd themed.

in the gnow: @pandakong

[ya-what--ya-erster]

so uh. yeah. this is all from a current wip, they are connected rn by words but they won’t be when they get put into the story probs

tw for the fact is kinda sort of gore-y at the beginning and Soda swears like a sailor

The buzzer goes off after a lifetime lived in eight seconds.

Soda has half a second to think the thought: he’s done it.

And then everything comes apart.

He goes flying off the horse but… not? Nope. He’s still hanging there by a hand. And- holy shit, he thinks that he just got kicked. A pick up man frees his hand, and he hits the ground, hard, his knee bucking beneath him.

He has half a second to think: “I think my leg is broken.”

And then the pick up man’s horse steps on it.

“Shit!” Soda lets out a pained cry. He looks at his leg, which is bleeding, and he feels a little dizzy at the sight.

He drags himself up out of the dirt and barely hobbles two steps before that stupid horse he had been on just a moment earlier comes barreling back toward him.

There’s a crack and- Soda’s no doctor, but he is almost certain that his leg isn’t supposed to bend that direction, and-

Holy shit, he thinks, That’s my bone.

Again, he’s no doctor, but he’s pretty sure that’s not supposed to-

Everything goes dark around him and the last thing he sees is the flashing lights of the ambulance on call.

….

“I think I broke my leg.” Is the first thing he says after coming to. “Hurts like a bitch.”

When he opens his eyes he sees his parents share a nervous glance.

“I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake.” Darrel Curtis slides out of the small room at an imperceptible speed.

“I’m scared to look at it.” Soda says. “Do they got it covered? It was real nasty out there.”

“Soda, baby-“

“HOLY SHIT!” Soda screams. He hasn’t looked down yet but Sally Curtis knows he’s done the math.

“Soda-“ She tries again.

“HOLY SHIT.” Soda repeats, now looking down and pushing back the sterile white sheets.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, holy mothertrucking shit-“

“Glad to see you awake, son.” A doctor shows up cheerful, but his face drops when he sees Soda freaking out.

“Where’s- holy shit- what happened to- where’d my son of a bitching leg go?” Soda demands, slightly hyperventilating.

“We disposed of it properly, don’t worry.” The doctor says calmly.

“The fuck’s that mean?”

“The amputation was successful and-“

“The what?!”

The doctor stops.

“You gave verbal permission.” Is all he can come up with to say.

“I’m pretty sure I’d remember telling you you can cut my goshdamned leg off!”

“You had a really bad wreck, kid. I’m not sure you would.”

“I- I think-“

Soda crashes back into his pillow.

…

“What now?” Soda asks. He’s staring at his hands and avoiding looking at the awkward stump that he could technically now call his leg.

“There are options.” The doctor says.

“Do any of them let me go to the finals?”

“I’m afraid not. I don’t think you’ll be riding again. I’m sorry to tell you.”

“Oh.”

Soda was sure he’d never felt more broken in his life.

“Wheelchair, crutches, prosthetic…”

“Not a wheelchair.” Soda says quickly before his parents can get a word in. “I don’t want nobody pushin’ me. I wanna be able to get ‘round on my own.”

…

“Shit!” Soda gasps as he falls again. Why does this have to be so hard?

“Up. Let’s try again.”

Soda already pretty well figured out crutches about a month ago. But this whole fake-leg-thing is totally throwing him.

He unsteadily pulls himself up with a bar on the wall, and has at it again. Walking. Stupid walking that used to be second nature, reduced to the hardest thing Soda has ever done.

He takes slow and choppy steps, and eventually manages to make it across the room (this is attempt two billion of the day in his mind).

“Can I just go home now?” Soda asks.

“You can always leave whenever you’d like. But learning takes time.”

“I’m going to die of boredom, miss. Please, just let me take a minute to wander around in the hall.”

“Okay. Ten minute break.”

Soda breaks into a grin, an occurrence that has become rare, and moves to pick his crutches up and ditch the chunk of wood.

“Hold on. I think you better go on the leg. See how far you can get.”

…

He’s fallen into a rhythm. He knows what he’s doing now. He smiles more, goes out more, gets excited more.

And he smiles and gets excited right now, while he’s out, when Chet Baker approaches him.

“Hey, grease. You’re out of your territory.” He says, looking Soda up and down.

“Your friend throws a better party than Buck Merrill, I decided. Figured I’d hang out here.”

“Well, figure different. If you don’t get gone I’m gonna kick your ass to Canada.”

“Ain’t ya gonna feel all bad for me and let me stay? Seems like that’s what everyone else is playin’ at.”

“I’m gonna keep whatever voodoo shit you got holding you up as a souvenir after you go flying.”

Soda drops his obnoxiously bright grin. “Do you wanna see it? It ain’t scary.”

Chet rolls his eyes. “Get out.”

“Okay, okay.”

[fullbattleregalia]

My collection of really niche, old Star Wars books continues to grow. I found these two at an antique store today.

And now I really want the one for The Empire Strikes Back to complete the set and because it’s my favorite of the original trilogy movies. These join my ancient novelizations of the original trilogy-

And the companion exhibition book put out for the Smithsonian exhibit “Star Wars: The Magic of Myth” in 1997 and The Star War Album (which is basically behind the scenes snippets).

Are any of these valuable? Gosh, no! I think all these books together might have set me back twenty bucks. I just think they’re neat.

[theanticool]

I appreciate that Karate Combat found a 4-6 MMA fighter/0-1 boxer for former Glory title challenger Aline Pereira (sister of Alex Pereira) to smoke inside a round in what is basically a kickboxing with GnP organization.

[micahfae]

genuinely think the internet would be a better place replace if everyone thought before they wrote. shut up just a little bit. stopped worrying about whether having hair is offensive to bald people n shit like that.

sorry guys i was looking in Pinterest comment sections for too long

[justiceforskywarp]

My favorite thing to do with my newly acquired king outfit is to stand next to lore statues of the king in biomes as be like “it me”

[keferon]

Drift’s “Dead end” design is my Roman Empire…

Like. His Crystal City look is great. His mtmte look is also great. And the Lost Light one too. But when I look at this specific design eh idk there’s something very special about it. It’s the way he was created by Cybertron if I’m not wrong. I love this colour scheme. It’s so calm and simple.

[lynsstrange]

I think the scene where Ekko has to talk Jinx down from killing herself is one of the most dark and powerful of the entire series. The fact that it takes him six or seven tries because of her sheer determination to die. Her activating the bomb a few words into their conversation every time so she doesn’t have to listen to him. It’s a repeat of their last scene together on the bridge in season one- when she very nearly succeeded in killing both her and Ekko before Silco dragged her unwillingly from the grave. Now Ekko is doing the same thing, yanking her back from the brink. And when Ekko finally persuades her not to use the bomb because it’d kill him too, the first thing she does is immediately jump off the ledge so he wouldn’t get hurt. After he finally convinces her to join him she’s dead soon after. She gets what she’s always sought and believed her purpose- death. And he’s left with nothing except the knowledge that they could have worked in another universe.

Edit: I’m aware that Jinx is implied to be alive, but I’m discussing more about how the events went from Ekko’s perspective specifically, and how tragic and unfair it really must have felt for him

[mvbit42]

i ddid it

(they look so goofy...)

.👁👄👁

[mettywiththenotes]

Jayce and Vi "its always two dumb headstrong bitches with a sense of justice telling each other exactlyyy"

Viktor and Jinx "its always two smart bitches acknowledging each others work but being intimidated by their power telling each other to fuck off"

[chocobje]

when y

[willosword]

Fake, facsimile, forgery.

[heytherecentaurs]

You know how Flamingos are pink because of the shrimp they eat. That's also why Fig's skin is pink. It's not her fiendish heritage. It's her sheer shrimp intake. Yeah, she's a fiend. A fiend for shrimp.

[donutdrawsthings]

🎶 There's always a twist in the end!

[thegunslingerletmedrop]