#NO BECAUSE-

[birb-boyo]

ESTRINE STUDIOS UPLOADED

AND TIME’S VOICE STILL HASNT CHANGED🥰🥰🥰

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships THEM

Vox and Mal had been out on a walk, the hell's city streets doing all of their stuff, wether it be sinning, murder or simply wondering what they're gonna have for dinner. They had just gone from Lu Lu world, in which Vox had spent his time making fun of how bad she aimed for the target at this one game where if you hit it, you get a prize. Vox had been extremely exhausted, but Mal still had energy left in her. She never won the game, but atleast she had fun.

They still had a few blocks to go to the hotel, and Vox had suggested he called his driver to take both of them there, but Mal suggested they go for a walk, to serve them a more fun time talking about things only they knew of, inside jokes for only them to hear and laugh at.

A whistle was heard from afar. Near her and Vox

Mal thought it was a man calling for his dog, so she paid it no mind.

"Oh, come on, pretty bug! You can't ignore me!" The man shouted, and Mal perked her head up.

"Me?" she asks, a bit perplexed.

"Yeah, babe!" He chuckles, before walking over to her.

He clearly hadn't noticed Vox, as he seemed to be fixated on his own selfish desire of wooing Mal into the bedroom he probably hasn't cleaned for months.

"Uh, no? You're outta luck, buddy. I'm off limits. Not interested." Mal dismissed the demon before he could even come any closer.

"What? Come on, sexy! You look like you had a rough night! I can take-" the demon was cut off by a hand, a hand that never belonged to her.

Now he noticed.

The demon looked up with a glare, yelling at the mysterious person before he recognized the face and realized he'd made a mistake.

Vox, with an alarming and cold glare, sent strong, violent electric shocks all throughout the demon's body, traveling from his hand to the rest as he yelps and screamed in agony.

Vox, satisfied with it, let go and dropped the demon harshly on the ground. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? She's mine. Got that?"

Mal looked at Vox's glare, and something in his eyes screamed he was determined to obliterate whatever harmed his beloved, or whatever attempted to cause anything he wouldn't like.

And the little firefly could never love any being more.

"Y-Yes, sir.." the demon grunted helplessly on the ground. "I'm-- I'm sorry, sir!"

Now that made Vox even angrier.

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Vox asks, before stomping on the demon's back, making the poor creature grunt in pain, and pressure of the weight of Vox's foot on his pathetic bony back.

"I'm not the one you attempted to take home to suck on your pathetic limp dick, am I?" Vox taunted, harshly stomping on the demon's back. "She said no, and somehow you wouldn't get it in your head, hm? How about I leave you tied up for rats like you to eat? That way you can all hangout."

"No- No! Please!" The demon pleaded.

Vox smugly smirked, crouching down. "Why should I listen to that?"

The demon pleaded useless cries still.

Vox laughs, cruel and sadistic. "Apologize.."

"Sir, I'm so-"

"To her."

The demon looked at Mal with fear in his eyes, and Mal had her hips on her shoulder, taunting the demon also. "You heard him."

"I.. I-I'm sorry! It- it won't happen again!" The demon cried out.

Mal tapped her chin. "Hm.. do you mean that?"

"I-I do! I really do! Please!"

Mal crouched down to the demon, smirking. "Then do me a favor."

"Anything! I'll do anything!"

Mal chuckles, before whispering with a serious glare. "Never do this to anyone else again."

"F..Fine! Fine!! I won't!"

Mal's gaze softened.. but she was not quite pleased yet.

"Good! But just in case.." Mal closed her eyes, before opening them, emitting a bright LED-like glow. Her glare was sharp and her eyes were as bright as if you'd been face-to-face with the sun. The demon yelped in shock as he closed his eyes, but opening them to see only black.

He couldn't see anything..

"Fuck! I-- I can't see! What the fuck did you do?!"

Mal's eyes turned to normal as she closed her eyes and opened them once again. She stood up and looked at Vox.

Vox scoffs at the helpless demon, before kicking him once more as he removed his foot at the top of his back. He took Mal's hand and got away from the demon.

As they walked, Mal turned to glance at Vox. "Someone's protective!"

Vox scoffed. "I'm your boyfriend. That's my job. It was of my own will anyway!"

Mal laughed as she squeezed his hand. "Remind me why I love you again?"

Now, Vox smugly smirked. "Because I'm awesome. I never knew you had to ask about something this obvious!"

Mal laughed, as Vox chuckled with her.

"Yeah, yes you are, Vox."

[telebeast]

unoriginal joke

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[blueskittlesart]

i’ve started babysitting for a VERY christian family which is great because they pay me a lot of money but as someone who was raised almost completely agnostic it’s kind of insane. the 2 year old keeps asking me to read her stories from the bible. (why are we reading david and goliath to a 2 year old????) the 5 year old told me today that he was going to bring his legos to heaven with him. he also has repeatedly told me that the lego spaceships he builds are stronger than jesus. (not sure what to say to that. do i deny it??? are things allowed to be stronger than jesus??) had to stop myself mid sentence today because i almost told them im not going to heaven which would DEFINITELY have caused several meltdowns. they’re also both completely fascinated by my nose ring

[sepiamestus]

You guys should read thepromised neverland

[arynneva]

wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[girldraki]

[junglejim4322]

Something that I have noticed is I know almost nobody my age that goes to a food pantry. I know people who regularly run out of money for food and in general have to eat an unsuitable diet because that’s what they can afford and they still don’t go to a food bank, im not sure if it’s because they’re embarrassed or maybe if you didn’t grow up going you don’t know much about it but if you’re financially struggling I really recommend it. And look into other options for food assistance too like community fridges and gardens and other programs that can assist you, where I live Salvation Army pays for an allotted amount of grocery delivery for low income people every month, in the summer farmers take excess produce to the library to be taken by anyone who needs it, etc. There are a LOT of resources for free food that you can look into especially if you are literally not eating because of your financial situation

[whereisthesun]

I HATE MORAL OCD. well i shouldnt say hate thats a strong word. and i dont want to sound like i hate people WITH moral ocd because i dont of course. i just hate having it. but i shouldnt think that, i do like having morals, its just stressful to be thinking about them so constantly and scrutinizing every little thing i do or think. but really thats the least i could do so i should at least try, right? just because i suffer from— no, struggle with moral ocd doesn’t mean i should just stop thinking about things all together, thats not what im saying and i should make that clear, but i