#I've read 9 so far

[girlsofmanylands]

I now own every single history mystery ❕❕❕

[thelightningstreak]

A moodboard for Trigun fic Love & Violence!

Fic Summary: A town of humans accidentally rehabilitate a floundering, injured Knives after his deadly battle with Vash. Canon divergent gen fic.

Photo Inspirations:

Millions Knives - Oliver Stummvoll

Cain Remak (OC) - Stephen Lang

Evie Remak (OC) - Camille Monfort

Rosa - Maude Adams

Zazie the Beast - REZZ x Blanke - Everywhere, Nowhere Music Video

[retrogradedreaming]

I need to start thinking of ideas for the prompt list I made to get myself to sketch more in October, but instead I'm drawing self-indulgent comics about cats 😭

[kangaracha]

queenmaker should be coming in the next few days, depending on whether i have bad hayfever or a cold today - this is supposed to be my holiday week, so i would expect that i am actually sick, but then also i've passed out for every hour i haven't been at work today so i'm both caught up and screwed up on sleep ready for my half days 😭😂

[motovilka]

Again, thank you wonderful @zaegreus for tagging me to post nine books to read in 2025, this will be additional motivation for me to read ♥️

Since I will already have a book club running and will be busy with college, and knowing myself and how I go about things.... I picked more or less short ones because there is no use in overloading myself:

the psychopathology of everyday life (sigmund freud)

interview with the vampire (anne rice)

alamut (vladimir bartol)

the stranger (albert camus)

the trial (franz kafka)

delta of venus (anaïs nin)

salomé (oscar wilde)

jean-paul sartre (no exit and three other plays)

the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde)

As always tagging whoever wants to join! 🍀

[strike-9]

saw a post on here about making friends as an adult and i feel conflicted cuz like, overall i agree that all you have to do is get the courage to show up and get the ball rolling by talking to people/getting their numbers even if it feels cringe or 'wrong' to do so however i can't help but raise my eyebrow at the 'act like they're already your friend' part because some people lean way to into that to the point where they forget we're not actually friends yet which inevitably leads to them saying/doing something that's pretty out of line so like. yes put yourself out there, talk to them and get to know them but please remember that people need to actually like, warm up to each other which could take weeks of speaking to them regularly at minimum

[hexcitrine]

randomly looked at this account to update my age and holy shit it's been a while since i posted here..........i have a small pile of art i have yet to post but hbhbshdbshbd too lazy

[altruistic-meme]

as we can all see, the bsd brainworms got me. so i am adding bsd to the manga collection chart 🫡

[curiosityjams]

my future when it comes to still being Active on social media is teebeedee, but my main resolution for 2024 is like...be comfortable w/ being completely offline even if it's just for a day or a week.

[zorthania]

A piece about survivors guilt.

This comic isn't perfect. I started it back in October 2023, and every time I picked up my pen, I wept.

I bring this to you today, on 9/11, in hopes that you reflect on this day a little differently than how most Americans would. Let it move you to continue to boycott, protest and challenge your family, friends and colleagues. You have a bigger impact than you would believe.

Thank you for reading this with an open heart.

From the river to the sea...

I'd like to bring to attention the fact that the figures depicted above are a gross undercount of the actual number of deaths. I scoured the internet high and low to source my findings and not a single one could break down the devastation that befell an individual ethnicity. Instead, they lumped a bunch of ethnicities together, provided a general timeline, and called it a day, reinforcing the sheer scale of dehumanization propagated in the west. The only consistency between all the articles I looked up was the 4.5 to 4.7 million figure I've included above, and even then, they were all published by western media news outlets... the very same that have been so unreliable and complicit in the genocide of Palestinians today. So I have to take everything they say with a grain of salt.

We are not just numbers.

All of us have ambitions and desires and lives worth living.

With that said, this is your friendly reminder to:

Donate an e-sim

Donate to PCRF to provide Palestinian children aid

Donate to Pious Projects to provide woman with feminine hygiene kits

Donate to CareForGaza to provide food to displaced families in Gaza either through their Gofundme or their paypal

Donate to any of the vetted gofundme campaigns on GazaFunds to help Palestinians trying to flee Gaza.

And if you or someone you know sees or experiences a hate crime and can afford it, SUE. This is a more effective use of your money than most realise. The reason zionists act with impunity is because of the normalization of white supremacy and oppression of ethnic minorities. Challenging that in any capacity tells them that there are consequences to their actions and makes them think twice before engaging in hate crimes and helps raise all of us up against the systems currently in place that let them get away with it.

If you can't donate or spend any money, you can:

Do your daily clicks.

Boycott targeted companies on the BDS list (if you're like me and you don't want a single dollar to go towards anything supporting Israel right now, you can use Bdnaash to double check what products are okay to buy, but the BDS list is sufficient as it is a strategic attack and proven very effective thus far)

Flood your representatives emails and voicemails with how you won't be voting for them unless their politics align with an immediate ceasefire in Gaza.

Attend a protest, be LOUD.

Challenge your circle of friends, family and colleagues with conversations about Palestine. (THIS IS THE MOST UNDERRATED AND MOST EFFECTIVE THING YOU CAN DO)

and if you're really up to, be disruptive in any capacity that you can think of towards major corporations benefiting from this onslaught. (i.e. halting military manufacturers from production + shipments, sticking boycott stickers on products at your market etc)

And finally, if your country wasn't mentioned in the above excerpt, it was no deliberate omission on my part and I encourage you to come forward and tell your story about the suffering of your people so that this may be a learning opportunity for everyone.

You are seen.

You are not alone.

Thank you again if you've read this far.

From the river to the sea...

[theirloveisgross]

.

[catastrophic-crow]

manipulate all forms of silica? a casual Tucker Foley Shatterbird AU is not what i was expecting to read, but alright. Slaughterhouse 9 inspired Tucker!

Warning for a bit of the ol' implied ultraviolence and also murder. so much of those things are implied. here we go, i guess:

(does this count as dead dove? i think this counts as dead dove)

Tucker floated in the air twenty miles outside of Amity. Above him, stretched dark skies. Though it was the morning, the sun did not shine; clouds hung low and heavy—but it wasn't raining yet. Below him, lay a sprawling complex belonging to the Guys in White, built up over months as they reacted to the rush of occultists to the area following Amity's disappearance, and subsequent reappearance.

They hadn't gotten Danny yet—

"Sorry about this," his friend slurred against his shoulder as Tucker dipped the needle into his flesh, ecto-treated surgical thread pulling taut as Tucker hummed inquisitively.

Tucker held the curved needle in a hand, pulled back a little to glance at Danny's face. His eyes were pressed shut. "What do you mean?" Tucker wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"F'r... makin' you do this."

"This—"

His speech resonated with the windowpane, below the human range of hearing, and Tucker cut himself off. He paused for a moment, and only when he was certain he had control of his voice, did he speak. "This isn't your fault," he said softly.

He kept his voice calm, soothing. Tried to distract Danny from the pain with meaningless chatter, all the while hiding his seething rage.

—but they'd gotten too damn close this time.

No more.

He'd needed twenty-six stitches.

Tucker refused to sit idly by, when the Guys in White were shooting at someone he loved; when he could do something about it. Sam wouldn't want him to do things this way; or, at least, would've wanted to go over the plan. Made sure he knew what he was getting into.

Tucker knew.

Bearing him aloft, the stained glass wings, of an Ibis.

Silicakinesis sounded like the punchline to a joke, maybe. Danny had thought so, at least. "'Controlling sand'?" Danny had teased, "look out ghosts! It's the beach superhero!" And Tucker had smiled and ducked his head bashfully, like he wasn't thinking about how many people wore glasses.

No, his powers weren't great for fighting ghosts, and it made sense that Danny's mind would go there first.

A ghost could turn insubstantial, allow matter to slip right through them.

Tucker knew that very well. How could he not? It was why they needed to use treated thread for Danny's stitches.

So no, silicakinesis on it's own wasn't well suited to ghost fights. Tucker accepted this.

The thing is, Tucker didn't come here to fight ghosts.

His powers let him control sand, it was true. It was also true that there was a surprising amount of sand in modern urban environments.

But even still: that, on it's own... tossing around sand could be useful, but it was highly situational. At least, it would be.

Tucker could do a lot more than toss around sand.

If you asked him to describe his powers, he might say that he had perfect control of sand in an area around himself.

That was true.

It was also true that he would be omitting some pertinent details, if he were to say that. Not lying, just... incompletely disseminating knowledge.

See, "sand" and "around himself" would be doing some very heavy lifting, in that sentence.

If he were to say it.

Danny knew about his powers, and ribbed him for a bit about not being able to fight ghosts with them, before moving on. Tucker let him; he wasn't sure how to phrase "I could violently shatter every piece of glass in this city," without sounding like he was planning to do so.

As it happened, modern urban environments had a lot of silicon.

Windows, sure; but mirrors, too. Cups, computer screens, eyeglasses, ...integrated circuits.

See, those fancy ghost-hunting weapons the Guys in White fought with? Full of silicon. Their computers? Their on-site servers? Irrecoverable. Any security system more sophisticated than a physical bolt or latch? Wouldn't you know it, computer controlled.

Tucker happened to know that the Guys in White had, to be generous, borrowed heavily, from the Doctors Fenton's designs, when creating their own versions of anti-ghost technologies.

A common element of those designs, when it came to anything more complicated than ecto-treated materials? Digital regulation of the power supplies.

There was no such thing as an analog ghost hunting weapon, not unless the Guys in White planned to start outfitting their goons with knockoff Fenton Anti-Creep sticks.

All their guns, their shields, their transportation, their communications...

An earpiece tucked into an ear canal turned into a bomb. If you were lucky, you would survive with hearing damage. If you weren't...

Tucker could sing at the edge of a city, and every window in several blocks would transmit and retransmit his voice, cascading out over the rest of the city and only stopping when it ran out of city to spread through.

And then he could scream.

So Tucker let Danny go with a joke, instead of pressing the point.

Sam...

When Tucker told Sam about his powers, about controlling sand with sound, she cocked her head, thought for a minute, and then walked over to her window and flicked it, looking back at him.

He nodded, once.

Sam tsk'd, and walked back over to him. All she said was,

"Guess Danny's not the only one with a killer voice."

Later, when she left to get them drinks, Sam brought back his poured into a tall glass.

He loved that about her, but Sam wasn't here right now. Sam was running around losing sleep trying to cover things up and harassing the shabby occultist that had showed up and started poking his nose into things with more insight than the rest.

Danny was sleeping off the injury, assuming another ghost hadn't dragged him out of bed this early in the morning.

It was a good thing it was the summer.

So Tucker was here alone, divested of his technology, if only to make things slightly simpler for himself.

He was wrapped in a suit of shattered glass, nestled against his skin like the warm and soothing sands of a beach.

Or a desert.

Behind him, spread the outstretched wings of an Ibis in flight.

The complex, Tucker knew, was far enough from anything—or anyone—else that no innocents would be harmed here today.

He also knew that even if his range didn't cover the complex in its entirety, his song would spread throughout the whole of it, carried as far and as deep as it needed to be until every corner rang with the sound.

If the Guys in White knew what was coming? If they were quick on the uptake? When Tucker started singing, they could throw aside their weapons, dig out their earpieces and get as far away as possible from anything with silicon in it.

It was a moot point. They didn't know about his powers.

Tucker knew that this would change that.

He also knew that the lesson would come too late to make a difference for some. For others, it would be remembered well.

From this day on, they would know that when the glass started to sing, they should throw down their weapons and run.

Run, somewhere without any windows, without any screens, and tuck themselves away in a corner with covered eyes and ears. If they were lucky, it would be enough for them to survive with only minor injuries.

As Tucker knew, and the Guys in White would soon be learning: exploding glass carried a lot of force.

A single raindrop landed on his cheek, below his eye, and Tucker knew that it wouldn't be long, now.

It was funny, Tucker reflected as he ran through his vocal warm-ups, that the Guys in White all wore sunglasses at all times, even on a morning that was as gloomy as this one.

...even indoors.

The organization didn't cheap out, either; not when it came to outfitting its goons. Tailored, spotless suits; shiny and impractical dress shoes; and of course, when it came to their ubiquitous and stupid fucking eyewear: real glass lenses.

No cheap plastic here.

Tucker had a feeling that would be changing, very soon.

He took a deep breath. It was time.

The heavens opened, and Tucker started to sing.

What if?

What if Pariah Dark getting out set off fireworks all across the supernatural community?

What if Danny was able to take care of things before anyone else that would have been able to do anything about it showed up?

Now Amity is crawling with supernatural types that want a piece of what ever was used to shove Pariah back into the sarcophagus, not realizing that it was the ghost kid that keeps play fighting with the other ghosts (and doesn't realize that the other ghosts are playing)?

Except John Constantine. He figures it out in ten minutes and started having a panic attack about how to keep the others from having the same realization.

[mashmouths]

oh "the house that built me" by miranda lambert we're really in it now

[heatsu]

I gave myself a reading challenge for this year and the fact that I'm actually getting through it makes me so happy

[captain-acab]

Look, I get not being able to recognize car models by shape. I sympathize, I do. Car culture, especially in America, is disgustingly pervasive.

But every time I see a post like this it's just. It feels like another example of casual willful ignorance, or learned helplessness or what have you. Like the people who can't cook an egg. Because every. single. car. has its make and model written on it. usually in big shiny silver letters.

Fucking hate when my friend is like “find me by the Toyota Cipreaux 700, should be easy” so I usually tell him “find me by the Lorenzini SV-0000927 street light, should be easy” and he’s like “WHO FUCKING KNOWS STREET LIGHTS BY MODEL?” and yeah exactly that’s what it feels like to me mother fucker all cars look like that to me

As far as I’m concerned, this is a Honda Sillyhoo Campero next to a Chevrolet Adidas Studhound.

[crushedsweets]

CREEPED VISUAL NOVEL Link, tutorial, extra art, Q&A, some chatter

The CREEPED Prologue is completely free and browser-ready. Gameplay is about 10 minutes. Please read the "tutorial" and notes before playing!

Follow Y/N and their dog, Max, through their grandparents' farm and a mysterious forest filled with...less than fortunate people!

PLAY HERE; works best on PC

This visual novel is powered by GOOGLE SLIDES! It has 0 programming and was created by one person in a little over a month, so please bear with any "bugs" and clunkiness!

TUTORIAL

>Click using mouse/trackpad >Go slowly to not break game >Do not use arrow or space keys

EXTRA NOTES:

>Works best on PC/Browser, I haven't tested the full game on mobile yet >In general, clicking the PNGs on the textbox (Apple, Teddy Bear, Hatchet, etc) will lead you to the right page >If you land on a page that tells you to "go back," that's when you should click the back-arrow key. If your cursor disappears, it doesn't register the click correctly >I recommend moving your cursor periodically to avoid it disappearing and sending you to the wrong page

EXTRA ART

some WIPS and the original sprite-style i was gonna choose LOOOOOOOL

Q&A

Q: Is this an x reader? A: This is a reader-insert, but it's not romantic and I try to keep it as neutral and unidentifiable as possible! Q: What's the plot? A: GENERALLY AND WITHOUT SPOILERS, your dog gets you into trouble and you're just looking to help him!

Q: Who is in the prologue? A: Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate! More will be added in future chapters.

Q: When will future chapters be posted? A: Not sure! This took me about a month to do, and half was spent over winter break. I will try to get chapter 1 posted before summer, but I am a full-time student, employed, have extracurriculars, etc etc

ok thats all i only remember 4 questions feel free to ask more LMAO

CHATTER(because you know i can talk forever)

ok i just wanted to be able to talk about how the process was with this and how i feel about the results and whatnot...

ive been wanting to make a google slides visual novel since i was like 13 LOL it hit the point where i was repeatedly told i should just learn to code but i was like NOOOOO ITS GOTTA BE GOOGLE SLIDESSSS which is totally stupid but hey. i think that gives it some sort of simple charm that reminds me of being 16 and doing little projects in my room LOL i like working with the easiest tools . my bad

anyway. im just very happy LOL. it's not perfect but i feel like i came full circle in a sense?!?! i've been into creepypasta since i was 9 and it comforted me when things were really hard, and when i was 18 i was going through a really hard time and got back into creepypasta as a way to distract myself. i've always had a habit of throwing myself into fiction for escapism when things suuucked.

i'm 20 now but i've met SO many amazing people, had so many fun awesome exciting projects with friends, created tons of stuff im proud of, felt more motivated to create since i was like 13, have been inspired by so many amazing artists/authors on here, etc. just so so so lucky to find community in such a tight-knit cute fandom that thrives off of creativity and playing around! i hope i can keep the momentum and make a couple more chapters this year, but im kinda busy with school and work...LOL . i'm just excited to have this posted so i can have more discussion about it T_T

anyway thank you if you read this far and thank you if you played etc etc yaahhhhhh omg ok BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING im just so grateful to be in this fandom