#Here comes the flood

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

[aces-and-kings]

"When you take a photograph of someone, you take a portrait of their soul.” ― Winna Efendi

[tiredtriedfailures]

YOU ALREADY KNOW

[the-flying-tora]

Peter Gabriel Here Comes The Flood original Lyrics flv

SOS

[sortyourlifeoutmate]

I have quite a soft spot for Peter Gabriel, for whatever reason, and this one has been in my head today.

[psychterminal]

Peter Gabriel - Here Comes The Flood / LIVE

[juniper-clan]

Moon 14: Birth of Venus

(AKA the twins!)

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[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[antlereed]

i think its because laudna is such a physical character, she exaggerates and emotes with her hands and face and hair so much, that i think she just. contains all of this emotion until she physically cant anymore. laudna cant sit still or else she explodes. she plays with her hair or makes cats cradles out of ichor, she grooms pates gross ass fur and tries to braid the long ichor-hair of her hound until they fade into nothing. laudna sways on her feet like she still hangs from a tree

[asteriskemily]

The fact that Ruben doesn’t remember what happened is absolutely sending me.

Like, imagine your name is Ruben Hopclap. You wake up in front of a ruined school gym wearing clothes you don’t recognize and missing your favorite necklace. You don’t remember falling asleep. Your chest hurts.

Uncle Henry is there talking to principal Auegfort over scraps of a robot. For a moment he looks at you like you’re a ghost before wrapping you in a tight hug. He asks what you remember. You tell him you remember packing your bag to go to the mountains of chaos for your spring break quest. You don’t remember anything after that. He hugs you again.

Your party’s there too. Most of them at least. Along with another party that you recognize as the Bad Kids, the most infamous party in your grade, maybe in the whole school. You tamp down any jealousy you might feel about that when you see the way that Mary Ann Almost-but-not-quite smiles at their barbarian. Instead you go to where Oisin and Ivy are huddle together, speaking softly to each other.

You ask where Kipperlily is. They look uncomfortable. For a moment you think about asking after Buddy, but then you realize you don’t know who that is. They keep avoiding answering the question, so you walk away. You almost go to talk to Lucy, but you see how uncomfortable she looks, how she flinches away when you start to move towards her. You decide to leave her alone.

Eventually Henry takes you home. On the drive home he turns on the radio and you hear yourself singing a song you’ve never heard. It’s loud and chaotic and so so angry. The sound of it makes you want to throw up. You turn it off and ride in silence back to the house.

The walls of your bedroom have been painted a deep, bloody red. There’s an electric guitar that you don’t know how to play leaning against the wall. Your desk is covered in notes and plans, some of it written in codes you can’t decipher. That doesn’t really matter because you don’t understand the stuff that’s not in code either.

Your parents look almost scared of you when you ask where your normal clothes are. They tell you that you got rid of them. They keep apologizing, like they think you’ll get mad at them. You tell them it’s okay, but still search your closet for something a bit more your style. You find a box shoved into a corner, under some clothes. Inside is your puka shell necklace and your ukulele. The string on the necklace is broken like it had been ripped off. The body of the ukulele is cracked like it had been thrown to the ground. You decide to deal with that in the morning.

You fall asleep and you dream of a girl. She’s a tiefling with red and black raccoon streaks in her hair. She smiles at you with lips painted black. If you stare at her for too long you can see blood dripping out of those lips and a crossbow bolt lodged in her side. You look at her and feel longing, feel grief, feel betrayal. You want to stop dreaming of her, but some part of you knows that any other dream would be filled with blood and crystals and rage. You accept that you are doomed to Wanda.

[couchtaro]

It’s so hard being a single father with no kids who keeps going into cursed caves…..

Welcome back to Father Kilter Friday/Pigeon Paturday where we hfhgdhgdggdgshhshs..,,,, fhghdh…, hhhhhhh,,,,,,,

They’re fine they’re fine. Went for a swim in corrosive mystery goo and got briefly possessed. And it is about to get worse. But it’s fine.

[vh-rasz]

WIP

i dont usually post wips, but i need peer pressure so I actually finish this ""animation""

[ariadne-mouse]

I am fascinated by the media presence aspect of Midst. That panopticon element shaping what the Consectors are doing, saying, *thinking* (because how could being on a stage every second not shape how you think about what you're doing?), and how it is getting relayed by the reporters. They're trying to rescue a child and they're told to wait for the media and everyone sees this as normal and expected. The feedback Jonas gives Phineas is about performing better for the cameras. There is disapproval of swearing due to censor requirements. The success of the mission is partly (mostly?) about whether it was compelling teletherically. It is nine kinds of fucked up and I am SO here for it

[spearxwind]

Hi Alex! Are you still volunteering for the Valencia catastrophe? How's it going?

It's going bad. We are going back on wednesday again to help some more because we havent been able to go back for a couple days

There is barely any help at all from the authorities, most of the work is being done by volunteers, farmers with their heavier equipment, and a few emergency vehicles they could spare to pump water out of the flooded areas.

A couple days ago they barred the entrance to affected areas to volunteer workers so that the president of the province, the president of the country, and the king could go in there and take some pictures and say a speech. But they only made it three streets in before being shooed out with calls of "MURDERER" and people throwing mud, eggs, and sticks at them. (All three of these people have power to override bureocracy and send help to the people, but they are all refusing for some reason. despite the catastrophe being the size it is. Theres nuance to the situation but the response from the people is very warranted)

People are only receiving supplies and aid from volunteers so if it wasnt for the thousands of people volunteering they wouldnt have anything.

On a brighter note, my friends houses are pretty clean, and some people are now able to consider getting new furniture, but it's still gonna be a while until everything has been cleaned up.

[phantomsies]

literacy, empathy and nuance are dead fucking arts and there really is no coming back from it.

[federthenotsogreat]

Little treat to cheer you up since pride month is almost over! 💖🏳️‍🌈

This has been done before, but I couldn't find the original post. I didn't copy it, but I'll link it as soon as I find it again! I hope that's okay!