#EVERYTHING IS DEAD AND SAD AND GONE

[sadisthetic]

jaya....? (sike. its skybound bad end au. in which jay fails miserably but “nya” never dies. can you imagine?)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[starfall-isle]

I’m just a ten cent copy

Of people far more advanced than me

[swordmaid]

someone drew my hags as the vibe of those raunchy romance novel covers im CACKLING now I want to actually draw them as one

[annamaryllis]

I would like to know exactly how luke asking annabeth to run away with him went down.

[ajdrawshq]

i think one of the best things repliku has in terms of being a Clone Character(TM) and just like. one of the reasons they stick out to me as a character in general is the fact that they get both the "knowing i was created to be better than the original and being more than happy to serve that purpose" AND the "incredibly traumatic discovery that i am actually just a copy of someone else and everything i knew was fake" arcs all in one, the combo of which also leading to their downfall. who is doing it like them

[addicted2coke-theothercoke]

[hauntingblue]

Sanji has adquired top sad wet cat status

[zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta]

REPOSTOBER - Day #16

today is artwork I made for Xuza/HowliteArt as part of a Digivolution Exchange Project, where entrants would submit a Rookie fanmon of theirs and then they'd be randomly shuffled off to another entrant for them to draw an evolution of!

I got their Lapimon which I was already a big fan of (I hate to be linking to Pinterest of all things, but in the wake of dA Eclipse & the AI kerfuffle they've scrubbed their old Digimon Viral project from the internet it seems), so I just drew my own take on her champion form Briarmon, rather than design a whole new thing!

[boypussydilf]

the is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world extra gets to me. incredible, completely emotionally destroying context for simon & marcy the episode and also for the years they spent traveling together offscreen. the implication that simon thought they might be the only two people left alive in the world. and kept going and kept this little girl safe and happy anyways

[musical-chick-13]

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[arolesbianism]

Hi guys guess who's literally shaking rn from excitement

[thatdemiboymess]

Even just half-heartedly looking for work as someone who is legally blind, autistic, with no highschool diploma, GED, or degrees and who can't leave the house is a very specific kind of let-down and disappointment that just really makes a person depressed.

[amanyay556]

Hi dear donors ! ❤️

I would like to extend my thank and gratitude for the support you have been offering over the last eleven months. ❤️☺️

My family and I have been suffering and going through the hardest days we have ever experienced in our life . Things are very hard to get and and sometimes unattainable.😭😓

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first days of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

A photo taken to show how incredibly harsh our life has become after the war. We are struggling and facing lots of barriers to obtain the simplest necessities for living. Everything single thing is a complete story.

You can't imagine what difficulties we have been going through all these days of war. No cooking gas , nor cooking tools exist . We struggle to prepare a small meal of food.

No bakeries are available. Everything seems a miracle and unbelievable.😭 The war has stolen our joy and smile, leaving us busy thinking only of staying safe and alive. Our future has gone with the wind and our kids lost their dreams and ambitions.

This is a part of burying the dead. We also face some problems in the process of buying our dead people as no place is there for the family. Tombs aren't enough for the number of people living on a small spot of land.

A photo taken for the morning queue of filling our gallons with drink water. We wait hours to get some water for drink. Our life is full of tragedy and sadness.

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first days of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

A photo taken to show how incredibly harsh our life has become after the war. We are struggling and facing lots of barriers to obtain the simplest necessities for living. Everything single thing is a complete story.

So I am asking you generous donors to help me find safety and stability for my family through your generous donations whatever you can or through your shares of my messages and reposting them to help reach the ultimate goal sooner.

Yours.

YOURS

[3knecrotic]

Urggh,, the thoughts are back,, how annoying,,,

[savingthrcw]

Oh, she was weak. She was a weak, weak woman, and she was afraid it had very little to do with having gone months without - which was, in fact, an enormous amount of time for her. Fifty years would have driven her crazy. But even if she hadn't, unfortunately she knew that tone would always draw her to him. Hell, just him making clear she made him feel good, that he wanted her, had been enough to make her forget the pain she was in.

She had expected him to resist anyway, she would have, if challenged, to make a counter-argument against kissing, not to just up and do it; his lips moved heatedly and she was in his hands, her heart racing once more. It was over too soon, but she let out a pleased sigh, surrendering to it. "Fine!" she accepted more good-naturedly this time, bringing a hand over his chest just to touch him some more, and forcing herself to move towards the stimpack. Between bending over and sitting, the latter was preferable, and so hard. The next noise she let out was one of pain as she met the mattress, reaching for the little syringe. "Shut up," she said before he could comment on it, "I obviously didn't feel like this while I was kissing you or you would have noticed. This is just from changing position, it's nothing." She pulled at the suit enough to go directly through the skin, and thought that it was good, after all, that she had noticed how bad it was just when straddling him instead of finding out in a more violent way. "I don't think we can do it within ten minutes like you said, if your reaction was any indication of how well you'd take me being sore." Not that she could scold him for it when it warmed her heart, despite all her protesting, that he would be so against hurting her even if she gave him permission to ignore it. It meant he really didn't want her to be in any pain. She could have died not knowing any of that. He really did care for her. Despite knowing her more than anyone else, despite having seen her at her worst, feral, and at what he thought was her worst, a polite naive Vaultie. The Ghoul who would fight the Brotherhood just to give her space while she recovered... and she had almost ditched him without a second thought. And for a moment she let go of the need to argue, of the playing and even of the lust, and felt that she wanted that. Just for a little, to be cared for and held and safe, and not running around the Wasteland trying to fix it.

Her eyes went from the stimpack, that was now doing its job, to him, filled with emotions she couldn't even describe, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have given for granted that you'd be fine after I died. It was... heartless of me, Cooper. And I'm sorry I didn't take the stimpack right away."

That smirk rose back up his lips again. "I do know that, 'cause that's kinda what I was hopin' for." He would love to get back to that, speaking of, because the little taste he already had of her body pressed against his like that had been intoxicating. If she hadn't been so obviously in pain, he's not quite sure how far this would have gone.

Her shock was amusing, to say the least, and of what he knew of Lucy, that would become a conversation before long. It had been... a long while for him, at least doing so with someone else, but it was like riding a bike. You never really forget how. He took a half step closer, almost standing chest-to-chest with her now. "Not somethin' I'm gonna forget any time soon, Lucy." Fuck, does she realize how close he is to just saying 'fuck it' and going back to how they were?

For fuck sake... those eyes were damned unfair. Another few minutes, he was so confident she'd be the first to break, he only had to last long enough for her to agree to taking it. "You are the most addictin' thing I've ever had past my lips," he practically purred, eyes still too focused on her mouth. He'd gone from that one conversation, thinking about her sitting in his lap, to having experienced it first hand. He didn't want to do anything more than keep her safe, and kiss her like he meant it. Because he'd be damned if he didn't.

Then she started to break, and he could feel the triumph coming. His celebration was short lived, Lucy starting to backtrack until she said something very specific. You'd have to kiss me first. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, the hunger that he felt for her through this silly little argument evident in each move of his mouth on hers. He ran hot already, but he felt warmer now with the desire pooling in his belly. It was over far too soon, and he didn't pull further away than necessary to speak. "Now take the damn stimpack, sweetie."