#Fast Gun

[davealmost]

Fast Gun

[couch-house]

little comic for disability pride month! HoH rouge is a headcanon i've had for a while but I never do anything with it... tragic... well now I've changed that :)

[ummmmandy]

[t00thpasteface]

guy who scrolls through tf2 fanart and silently shakes his head in disapproval every time he sees a drawing of poor gun safety

[spitinsideme]

ragatha SUCKS at fortnite, but shs likes to drive wrecklessly in the cars with pomni (pomni has to carry them the whole time in game)

(bimbo x tomboy)

[filmgifs]

PAUL WALKER in 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS (2003) dir. John Singleton

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

first-person perspective tour of love&deepspace exhibition at shanghai bw2024 comic-con part 4

players interact with sylus, rafayel, xavier, zayne

[namtanlovesfilm]

Do you know how to use this?

[dollykiller]

[redbelles]

goose, deeply tired: my brothers in the navy you are in public

—for @marisatomay​ | insp.

[thewertsearch]

8ut then, who 8ut royalty could have the finned cheek to show disdain for the manner in which his 8lack lover conducts her red conquests?

Who is Mindfang red for, do we think? My two best guesses are Pyrope and Nitram.

Also, it's notable that the Orphaner is described as 'royalty', even though he's only in the penultimate caste. I wondered before if the Violets could be ruling Alternia in lieu of the Fuchsias, and this seems to be more fuel for that fire.

Less has acceler8ted meeker than I to homicide, and the viol8tion would hold me aghast, again, if his misgivings did not complement his so endearing arsenal of qu8nt flaws. It is impossi8le to stifle this grin even now as I write.

Mindfang is loquacious indeed, and honestly might give Rose a run for her money. In summary:

The Orphaner is angry that Mindfang's romantically involved with lowbloods. I guess an Ampora's an Ampora, no matter the era.

Mindfang is confirmed to be telepathic, an ability that Vriska has only occasionally displayed. She can't read Dualscar's mind, though - presumably because he's a highblood.

She goes on to explain that her 'romances' are with slaves she's mind-controlling, lest we forget that this is a genuinely evil troll. Nothing the Alternian Players have done even comes close to what Mindfang gets up to. This is the shit that Vriska couldn't bring herself to pull on Tavros, and now we know where she got the idea.

Reference is made to 'The Grand Highblood', a powerful troll fond of punchlines. Now, technically this could refer to any member of the juggalo cult, but let's not fuck around here. Gamzee's ancestor has entered the story.

And there he is.

Oddly enough, I think I like Eridan's style better. The scarf really adds something, and that something's missing here.

I like how this confrontation is sharing screenspace with Mindfang's journal. It really highlights how much these highbloods have been following their ancestors' footsteps, whether they know it or not.

Seriously, viewing Vriska's treatment of Tavros through this lens is... I don't even know if there's a word for it. I'd need multiple posts to even begin to dig into the implications.

Like, there's no two ways about it - that aborted mind-control attempt was a deliberate attempt to emulate her ancestor. When Vriska stopped controlling him, she thought she was failing to live up to Mindfang's legacy.

She thought she was a failure.

For not assaulting Tavros.

[leavingautumn13]

photos taken seconds before disaster

[reference]

[lesbianralzarek]

my fellow, like, 20% of tumblr users with a drivers license

for clarification: this is not about what the law says. this is about whats courteous

[bitegore]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY IDIOTS. I, STARSCREAM, WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU KNOW I PERSONALLY SUPPORT YOU NO MATTER HOW WEIRD YOUR STUPID RELATIONSHIPS ARE

[friendlylocalwhumper]

“Yes.” | “Kneel.” | Best of Three | Correspondence | Appraisal | Collapse | Cupcake | Foggy | Cracking | Just Breathe | Urge | Trim | Stupid | Upkeep | Old Defeat | Watching | Simple Loyalty | Overreaction | Set Up for Failure | Burning | Healed Wrong | Haunted | Boxes Buried | Heavy Blow | Loneliness

Six guys in a row, on their knees, blindfolded and gagged. Major seethes, shifting his weight on throbbing knees. How much goddamn longer does he have to wait for something to happen? He caught a glimpse of the other sorry fucks kneeling beside him, as he was forced down to sit on his heels. He tried to buck up, and only got pistol whipped for it, so. He’ll just fucking wait.

“Are you going to behave?” Says someone vaguely in front of him, off to the left. Talking down at one of the kneeling guys. Major cocks his head to listen as a gag is pulled out of someone’s mouth.

“Fuck you.”

A small, mechanical click. Then something like thunder cracks. Major jerks, trying to throw himself to the floor, heart lodged in his throat. There was a flash of light, he thinks, as a fist cinches in his hair and forces him back upright. A gunshot. It was a gunshot. He doesn’t hear any groaning or screaming, just… that’s a body slumping to the ground. Heavy, dull, lifeless.

A shoe scuffing on the floor, and that voice again. “Are you going to behave?”

A gag is pulled free, and a breathless, nervous voice answers. “Uh - yeah. Yeah, sure.” It’s right beside Major, this voice. He can all but feel the guy shivering beside him, inches away. He smells like sweat and stale clothes. Major chews on the cloth in his mouth, listening hard. A click, metal on metal.

Another deafening crack, and the flash of light is brighter this time. Major’s whole body tries to flee from the noise against his will. It’s only when he’s yanked back again, his scalp burning, that he registers the hot, sticky spray that hit his face a second ago. He doesn’t have to hear the body falling to know that there is now a dead body crumpled beside him.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Someone is pulling the gag out of his mouth. Normally he would be cursing up a storm, demanding answers, calling these creeps every twisted insult he could string together. But for once, Major holds still, and holds his tongue. Hot metal presses to his forehead, the point of pressure small and haunting.

“Are you going to behave?”

All thoughts leave his head. There is no decision to submit. He cannot see, isn’t allowed to move, and the gun to his head makes his response come out as instinctively as a breath. “Yes,” He answers, firm in the knowledge that it is the right answer, and hushed in mortal terror. He’ll behave, whatever that means. There’s no other choice.

The cooling metal disappears. Another footstep, off to his right now. The kneeling guy on that side is barely breathing, taking in tiny gasps that probably starve him of oxygen.

Major feels dizzy himself. He wasn’t planning on caving this fucking early. Planned to be a stubborn asshole, maybe get tortured for a few weeks, or make some daring escape and kill a few fuckers on his way out. But he can tell already, from the tension in the air. From how fast those guys’ mistakes got them wiped out. He’s gotta learn fast, here, or his last thought will be that he should’ve behaved better.

[polar-equinoxx]

*careless whisper starts playing loudly*