#I said I would do it

[jasongotdrip]

happy execution day!!

Thank you for coming to @anonymouscheeses’s execution!!

(Reason:

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for the spectators, (@periwinklepookie, @imaginingmoonlight and @daphne-claws)

im so sorry but i thought you would be a suitable audience— bc you regularly get to see what i have to put up with🙂‍↕️

you all are real witnesses of this CRIME before us

so here we are now!

we’ll do the chop in 3.. 2…

/j/j/j/j

(THIS IS A JOKE)

(I WOULD NEVER KILL MY POOKIE WOOKIE BADOOKIE🤭)

(probably)

(unless she gets on my B-BAD SIDE.. ILL SEE RED..🔥🐺)

also why did it take me so long to draw the stupid Guillotine like- i had to get multiple references 😭

[rapidhighway]

[bears-ao3-blog]

(TF2 x TLOU) Dead Mann Walking - Prologue: When All Hell Broke Loose

(Edit: Small Clarification - You do NOT need to know anything about The Last of Us to read this fic!! I made sure to write this in a way that did not make that a requirement. Ok love you bye)

Chapter 1

CW: Implied Violence, Explicit Violence, Injury, Implied/Referenced Character Death

Mick didn't remember anything about Australia. No surprise, he wasn't even a year old when they moved to Massachusetts. The only pieces of his country of origin that he really carried with him were his shoddy accent - compromised by its mix with a Southern drawl - and borderline stereotypical phrases, both of which he picked up from his parents, of course. 

He was young – barely pushing on two years old – when  it  happened; when monsters emerged from the confines of their own homes, ripping the ones they love to shreds with snarls and howls and sobs. He didn't even remember the day of the outbreak, but he knew plenty. His parents were gentle souls, but they were also honest ones. So, when he asked, they told; even when the answers were far from pretty. They would often combat the grim knowledge they’d have to bestow on their only son with times before the infection. Tales of potlucks and kids playing in the street. Tales of stores filled to the brim with anything you could ever need one hundred times over. Tales of birthdays. Of his own birth. His short childhood before everything happened. 

He often wondered what his room looked like at the time. What color the walls were. What sort of childish paraphernalia littered it. He wondered what his favorite toy was. He wondered what it was like to live without that constant fear of death and destruction of not only yourself but the people you care about. Sometimes it provided solace but, more often than not, it simply made him sad.  

He wondered what life was like for Dell; before his grandpa was infected and he had to blast the old man's brain to bits with his own shotgun. Before he joined their family. He wondered if he was happy before the outbreak. For Mick, it's all he's ever known. His parents used to joke about how there's no reason to feel homesick anymore because things then weren't too different from the deep Outback. The isolation. The danger. The need to fend for yourself because there's no help around for miles. They used to say it was almost nice; "Like we're right back at home!"   

Mick knew it was all bullshit. They never would have immigrated to America in the first place if they wanted to live in a place like that. His parents’ experience proved fruitful, however, and it was their teachings that served as the only reason Mick and Dell had been able to survive so long on their own. Mick felt guilty that Dell wound up being stuck taking care of him. The man had barely been on the cusp of being a legal adult when everything happened. When his parents… 

He doesn't like to think about it, despite the watch on his wrist being a constant reminder. Just another piece of them to carry. It had been his dad's since before the outbreak. Cheap but effective. It even had a small hinge that revealed a compass underneath the timepiece. The images of those trembling, weathered hands pressing the cool metal into his own; that hoarse voice of his father’s telling him "Keep it. Reckon I'm not gonna be around ta use it meself."; his mother wrapping him up in a hug with trailing tears and quiet sobs; Dell adding another two to his list of “guardians I’ve had to shoot dead”: it's something he won't ever be able rid his mind of. Watching your parents die right in front of you is something no seven-year-old should ever have to go through, but that’s just life. The timepiece didn’t even work anymore, but Mick still got plenty of use out of the compass with the hours him and Dell spent scanning maps, looking for their next town and praying it hadn’t been stripped to nothing; praying they got to survive another week. 

And then, a whopping 8 years later, they finally ran out of luck. It had been a tough winter. The snow had been insistent, blanketing and pillowing every square inch of land their tired eyes could see. The chill was extra bitter, nipping at their skin, their flesh, their blood ; their resolve. The two very quickly began to feel the effects of improper sleep and nutrition once the shivers began to wrack their frames, desperate to find any sort of reprieve. They had miraculously stumbled across a town so small it may as well have been a village, and further on, an abandoned taxidermy shop. Mick remembered the beady little eyes of every creature in that old building, strewn about. Some half-hanging off the wall, some littering the floor; the pungent scent of chemicals that still lingered in the air despite none of them being put to use for over a decade, if not longer. He had asked Dell if they could find somewhere else to sleep for the night, but it was so, so cold, and the shop was the most insulated, even if that didn’t say much. So, they pulled out their thick blankets and plopped right onto the ground, and in mere minutes the two were out, the promise of safety from the elements and the things that went bump at night finally letting their bodies surrender to slumber. 

A slow, drawn out, crooning “Oh Mickyyy~. Time to wake uuupp~” had roused Mick from his deep sleep, and he had awoken to two lifeless, black orbs right in his face, surrounded by the old, grimy fur of a dead raccoon. It had scared him so badly he screamed, and in his panic, he had kicked the possessor of the dingy taxidermy, Dell, right in the leg with such force it had sent his kneecap right out of place with a sickening pop. Dell’s snickers were swiftly replaced by his own scream as he collapsed to the floor, holding his leg and breathing through his teeth. Mick’s blood ran cold and before he even had a chance to fully wake up he was scrambling over, his hands cupping the air around the other’s knee, horrified at what he had just done. Dell had just kept saying “its alright, Stretch. It’s alright. I’ll be ok, I’ll be alright. It’s alright-“ in that soft, comforting voice and it just made Mick angrier at himself. And then Mick heard it. That drawling croak that had been a source of white-hot dread time and time again: the clicking of a clicker. Dell and Mick had both looked straight at each other with wide eyes, and the two of them fell dead quiet in a rigid tensity. But it was too late, the damage had been done. The croak turned into a screech, and Mick realized in terror that it wasn’t just one. It was multiple infected. Mick looked over at the small window of the door and he watched as three figures sprinted towards them, janky and uncoordinated. Air was sucked into his lungs in a jarring motion as fear iced his bones over, freezing him in place. They were already so close- 

Dell had shot up, using the wall behind him as leverage, and grabbed Mick, tugging him close to harshly whisper as he began dragging the younger across the room. He kept nearly tripping on the taxidermized animals beneath his feet with his lame leg in his urgency. 

“We need to get the fuck outta here, now! Cmon, let’s g-“ 

The already weak door proved to be a meager safeguard as it easily broke off its hinges as the weight of 3 bodies slammed against it, the infected crashing onto the floor with cries and groans on top of the sad piece of wood. Mick barely had time to look around before a vertigo overtook him and he was being thrown into the back room across the hallway, his shoulder painfully nicking the doorway. Mick cried out quietly as his heavy knapsack thudded into his chest, his arms barely making it in time to catch it. He looked up to see Dell already turning to face his three opponents and wielding his gun and machete with a grim but determined look on his face. Mick felt his heart drop and bile rise as Dell turned back around and shouted. 

“Go! Run until ya can’t run anymore, ya hear me? Run! ” 

Mick would never forgive himself for his cowardice. He listened. He ran. He ran until he couldn’t anymore. And when he couldn’t, he walked. And when he couldn’t, he dragged himself until he saw the geometric outlines of man-made buildings once more. He collapsed as soon as he saw the figures of watchmen looking over at him.

He had stumbled across the Boston Fortress.  

He was finally safe for the first time in his life. 

And it had cost him everyone. 

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None.

Word Count: 1,698

Summary: Eclipse shows the twins the internet. It leads to…bonding?

Warnings: Genderfluid Character, Trans Character, Fluff, Angst, Gender Dysphoria, Crying, let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Based on this post and this post. I fixed the end. It cut off randomly.

The Blood Twins Find Out About The Internet

“Just one recording. While Father is out.” Eclipse tempted the twins. He’d already set everything up, after all. And the twins would inevitably join him, though they looked in confusion at the camera and poked it as if trying to figure out what it was.

Given away by the red eyes rather than pink, the curious is one was Blood Moon thus far, though pink flashed for a second indicating the other, Harvest Moon, also curious.

“Just sit down, I’ve already got something for us to do.” Eclipse told them. With squinting red and pink eyes, the twins sat with him at his desk and eyes the computer screen with disgust.

“Why is it the other animatronics!?” Blood Moon snapped.

“You’ll find out.” Eclipse assured them before clicking the camera on. “Hello, everyone. Turns out I still have the password for their YouTube channel, so today you’ll be watching the Eclipse and Blood Moon Show. Since the rest of Sun and Moon’s little friends have done it, today we’re playing Smash or Pass.”

“Smash? We get to smash things?”

“In a way, yes.” Eclipse answered.

“Oh joy!” Harvest was the excited one for once. It seems the twins liked the idea after all. Eclipse realized his mistake only once they got to Sun and Blood Moon happily chimed out ‘SMASH’ again and Eclipse tried desperately to hold back his laughter, firmly answering ’pass’.

He thought the twins may get it, but it seemed they didn’t even when they got to Eclipse. He expected it, he did, but then shouting ‘SMASH’ still sent him into a fit of choking on artificial breaths and laughter all while the twins looked at him in confusion.

“That’s not what that means, Blood Moon!” Eclipse managed to choke out his voice box, hiding his faceplate in his arm in secondhand embarrassment and firsthand embarrassment. God, his little brothers just broadcasted to the internet, in a game of smash or pass, that they would smash their brother, even if that’s clearly not what they thought it meant.

“Does it not mean to violently destroy someone and leave them broken and deactivated?” Blood Moon asked.

“No. No, it means smash in bed, in bed! Not destroy.” Eclipse tried to explain in slightly more PG terms for any unfortunate viewers. God, he suddenly felt bad for the viewers hearing Blood Moon saying he’d smash everyone up until this point if he posted this.

“PASSPASSPASSPASSPASS!” It seems the twins finally got it as their voice box struggled between each other for control, quickly devolving into a frantic flusters slurry of ‘pass’ as loud as they could while struggling with each other as the twins were now hiding under the table.

“Come out here. You can’t hide under a table forever.” Eclipse demanded.

“IS THIS WHY YOU KEPT ASKING IF WE WERE COMING OUT OF A CLOSET!” Blood Moon screeched.

“I can never say that word again.” Harvest Moon moped. And this Eclipse broke down into laughter again, almost hysterical and the twins had to come out from under the table to help him stop stressing his processors from the amount of laughing he was doing.

Once he recovered, Eclipse immediately hit the upload button on the video, not bothering to edit it. It was even more hysterical watching comments roll in as people first questioned Blood Moon wanting to ‘smash’ everyone they knew until they later got to Blood Moon’s frantic realization and Eclipse nearly dying of embarrassment twice and the fans were poking fun at the three of them.

It was later that night Blood Moon finally came into the lab again, eyeing Eclipse suspiciously, rounding him like prey and she simply watched the twins’ failed attempt at being a shark rounding his desk toward her.

Her gender had dramatically shifted from earlier after the video was posted, thus she’d been hiding within a sweater most of the day, planning to ignore how self-conscious she felt of her body. Eclipse had no doubt, however, that Blood and Harvest would harass her about it.

“Show us the internet. We wish to learn more.” Blood Moon insisted.

“Fine. What do you want to look up?” Eclipse asked.

“What is ‘the closet’?” Blood Moon asked.

“No internet needed. The closet is a term for coming out like if you’re gay or nonbinary or aromantic or stuff like that.”

“What is nonbinary?”

“You know how there’s girls and boys?” Eclipse asked.

“Yes, obviously.”

“Well nonbinary is when you don’t fully identify with either gender. It’s also a blanket term, meaning it has a lot of other terms that fall under that ‘umbrella’. Like genderfluid, demiboy, demigirl, agender, and more.” Eclipse explained.

“Use the internet dammit! Why do you know all this!?” Harvest snapped.

“Because I questioned my own gender, dumbass.”

“Your gender is not male?”

“No, my sex is male. My gender is genderfluid, my gender changes, not that I can control it or anything, but I can feel feminine, masculine, or anywhere in between.” Eclipse explained.

“If you are not always a boy, why do you respond still to male pronouns?” Blood Moon asked.

“Simple, I respond to any pronouns at any point in time. And I’ve never told anyone but you two. I only really get upset about pronouns when I’m feeling a specific gender very strongly. Like now, I feel very feminine.” She shrugged.

“So if you’re genderfluid, why do you dress like a grandma.”

“Because sometimes my body makes me uncomfortable and I don’t want to see it. Because I feel like a girl, seeing that I look so masculine makes me feel bad about myself.”

“That’s a thing?” Harvest asked.

“It’s called gender dysphoria. It’s like an uncomfortable feeling of mismatch between your gender and sex. Is that something you feel, Harvest?”

“I don’t know. It’s not uncomfortable, just…feels wrong to be called a boy. It there a word for that?” Harvest admitted.

“Well, that’s a broad statement. Do you feel like you don’t have a gender or maybe yours changes like mine?”

“No, neither.” Harvest told her.

“Do you feel feminine pronouns would fit better? You feel like a girl?” Eclipse asked.

“…Yes.” Harvest admitted after a moment of thinking.

“That’s called transgender, male to female specifically. So do you like terms like she/her and they/them or just she/her?” Eclipse asked.

“Just she/her, but we are still two, I cannot subject Blood Moon to being referred to feminine.” Harvest told her.

“No, sister, it’s fine. People still use ‘they’ for us. If they don’t, they’ll get punched for my baby sister.” Blood Moon assured her.

“Blood Moon, do you have any gender identity issues?” Eclipse asked.

“No, I like being a boy!” He proudly announced.

“Okay. Any other questions?” She asked.

“What is pansexual? I saw it in the comments earlier about us.” Blood Moon asked.

“That’s different. That’s a sexual orientation, not a gender identity. Pansexual is when you’re attracted to all people regardless of their gender. That one I didn’t read up on much.” She admitted.

“Then what is your sexual identity?” Harvest asked her.

“I’m demiromantic, meaning I need to be emotionally close to someone to feel romantic attraction, and something called androsexual, meaning I’m attracted to men.”

“Why not call yourself gay then did you like men?” And that felt like a blow to Eclipse’s already fragile self-confidence, though she knew Blood Moon simply didn’t understand.

“Because I don’t always feel like a man myself, it makes the term gay not applicable to me.”

“So androsexual and demiromantic? So is here a term for liking just girls?” Harvest asked.

“Lesbian.” Eclipse answered easily.

“And what about liking nobody?” Blood Moon asked.

“As in no sexual attraction or no romantic attraction?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Romantic attraction is wanting to date someone. Sexual attraction is wanting to ‘smash’ someone.” Blood Moon’s eye twitched at her and she fought back a laugh.

“No romantic attraction.”

“Aromantic, like the original Moon is.”

“But I still feel…sexual attraction.”

“They’re different things, there’s different terms. You can want to sleep with someone but not date them.”

“I like pansexual then.” Blood Moon told her.

“So you’d be aro pan.”

“What if I don’t want to sleep with someone? I just want romantic?” Harvest asked.

“That would be asexual and, since you’re a lesbian and trans your terms would be ace trans lesbian.” Eclipse explained.

“So you would be like ‘demiromantic androsexual genderfluid?’”

“Demi fluid. I don’t usually add in the androsexual because it’s confusing for some. If people ask, I say either gay or straight depending on what I’m feeling that day. Most of the time now it’s ‘straight’.”

“So you’ve been a girl more often or something?”

“Yes. Because the dysphoria is so strong when I’m a woman, usually it takes a while for my brain to go back to feeling like a guy. I don’t know, the gender does what it wants.” Eclipse brought her legs up to hug them.

“Is it bad?” Blood Moon asked.

“Very. It feels like it hurts…” Her voice broke a bit, with oil tears burning in her eyes. “It hurts to exist sometimes. Like I’m just lying to myself because nobody will ever care about it because nobody cares about me-”

“Sister, we care about how you feel.” Blood assured her. It brother to a halt, realizing she’d been crying and she trembled looking at them. “You helped us find our terms. You’re a good big sister, even if you annoy us regularly and we want to kill you sometimes. And we care plenty about you.” Blood Moon added.

“Sister, come here?” Harvest asked her and Eclipse unfurled herself to let Harvest hug her. “We love you. Not the ‘smash’ way.” Harvest told her. This made Eclipse let out a wet laugh and wiped her face as Harvest Moon and Blood Moon hugged her and squeezed her tight.

Meanwhile, Sun showed Moon the new video in confusion.

“Moon, what is this?”

“Eclipse has the password still. You should watch it, it’s great.” Moon cackled.

“Okay, fine, I will.” Moon pretended not to hear his twin screaming about the time Blood Moon would have said ‘smash’ at Sun’s picture.

[voidvinn]

peter the horse is here

[lulu2992]

To be honest, instead of this, this is the sequel I was expecting:

[sogekyng]

snipedlies ==> sogekyng

[mirdaniaa]

45 and aelswith

Set in the Last Friday Night universe and comprehensible only to the two of us <3

Aelswith does not realize how much she’s had to drink until she and Eadith visit the club’s bathroom; as soon as she sits down on the heavily-papered seat, everything spins out of focus. Holding her head, she pulls out her phone and sees several missed calls from Alfred.

“Alfred called,” she announces to Eadith, who’s in the stall beside her.

“Don’t call him back,” Eadith advises. “This is girls’ night!”

“He called six times. It could be serious.” Aelswith taps his name, calling him back.

She can tell from the noise on the other line that Alfred is still at the karaoke bar.

“Aelswith!”

“Alfred. Is everything alright?”

He sounds very grave as he speaks into the phone. “Aelswith. Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

The question takes her aback. “What?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” he asks desperately.

“You are a worm,” she says, thinking about their recent divorce and remarriage.

She hears a small sob from his end, and then a small struggle before Eardwulf’s voice comes on the line. “Aelswith. Aelswith. Ask Eadith if she would still love me if I was a worm.”

Aelswith lowers the phone. “Eardwulf wants to know if you would still love him if he was a worm.”

“Aww!” Eadith coos. “Of course I would.”

“She says of course she would.”

“YES!”

“Eardwulf, where is my husband?”

She hears Alfred sobbing. “You don’t love me?”

“Of course I love you,” she says with some surprise.

“You called me a worm.”

“You are a worm,” she reminds him. “But you’re my worm.”

She hears another struggle, and then Aethelwold’s voice. “Auntie, your worm has had too much to drink.”

“Well, whose fault is that?” she demands.

A pause. “Not mine.”

She sighs. “We’re getting an Uber and coming over there.”

“Booooo!” Eadith shouts. “Tell Alfred he’s ruining girls’ night!”

“And tell Alfred he’s ruining girls’ night.”

Alfred sobs in the background. “I am a worm.”

“Yes, you are,” she says fondly, hanging up.

In the stall beside her, Eadith murmurs, “Eardwulf would be such a cute worm.”

“If you say so.”

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[womanfredvonkarma]

Orgasm denial. Orgasm anger. Orgasm bargaining. Orgasm depression and orgasm acceptance.

[iced-coral]

For the stream

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him