#Shocking Goat

[carlyraejepsans]

toriel... what are your toriel takes today

i have a headcanon that toriel has a hand-washing compulsion where she does it wayy more thoroughly than needed, instinctively trying to scrub under her claws even when they're perfectly clean because she can still feel the phantom of dirt under them from the time she dug chara's grave.

[dimehun]

Read through Batman : Batman and Son, now I am plagued with many thoughts. The horrors of getting blown up with a missile and getting a complete organ transplant is never brought up again !!

[taxlthomas]

thought itd be interesting to draw the NewLT outfits like this uh

[poopy27627282]

poor jiwoo bro 😭🙏🙏🙏 victim to kayden and kartein’s nonsense

[demigodshadowtribute]

abc took one look at Evan Buckley and said “that man is bisexual” and made it happen in record time.

[edenslice]

wonderland really makes me think cos it's so SO similar to the corn maze sophie encountered in bunnyfarm before meeting showbear and her siblings......is it a collective purgatory for bon's victims?? or something else??

i really like that the few landmarks we see are bon's burgers, picket fences, and the church from rosemary's painting

[ratatatastic]

i see feeding lundy alcohol not unlike one would a hungry baby goat at the petting zoo with a baby bottle is becoming a thing now isnt it sasha

Panthers Championship Parade | 6.30.24 (x)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

walking in the rain save me. walking in the rain. save me walking in the rain

[breannastewart]

BREANNA STEWART 2024 WNBA All-star game

[painsandconfusion]

Strikeout

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-two

(tw: escape attempt, broken glass, broken ceramic, gun, bullet wound, stress position, beating, shock collar, threat of death, broken bones, concussion, blood, whipping boy / scape goat, bludgeoning, forced to watch)

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Four years ago...

Ethan scurried through the house. He didn’t bother with the front door - instead, picked up a metal coat tree and hurtled it against the window. 

He didn’t have time for less. He barely had time to scoop up a kitchen rug and lay it over the shards of glass to safely clamber out the window.

He toppled to the ground in a heap, wild eyes snapping up at the small plume of dust on the horizon. He knew he didn’t have long before Crawford came home but…fuck this was closer than expected. 

Without a thought, he shoved his legs up under him, cradled the bit of porcelain to his neck, and darted off across the wide, rolling yard.

.

“E, this is crazy - will that even work??”

“Porcelain doesn’t conduct electricity. It’ll work.”

There wasn’t much Crawford left them in their little, dank basement. But the toilet was an asset Ethan had never thought to use before. 

Crawford had taken the lid of the tank - the bastard - but the rest of it was still in tact. 

Ethan had slammed his shoulder against it again and again and again until a chunk broke off of the tank, wafting back and forth through the water until it eventually settled at the bottom of the tank. 

With wild eyes and bleeding arm, he’d fished it out, blotting the fresh water off against his shorts. 

Then tucked it up under his collar, ensuring it was wide enough to fit between both of the prongs and the soft, scorched skin on his neck. 

Sharp as it was (it wasn’t bad), the coolness of the shard felt nice against the aching skin.

More importantly, it’d protect him from the shock.

“Just…be careful, okay?” Johnny stepped up to hi, fingers tracing the piece to inspect it.

“I’m always careful.” Ethan cradled Johnny’s face in his hands and leant down to press a kiss to his forehead.

.

Ethan’s legs were already burning by the time he got halfway across the yard. He had no idea what day it was. No idea how long he had belonged to Crawford - or Elias before him. No idea how long his legs had been left to atrophy, sitting useless in basements and cells. 

He ran anyway. 

Ethan couldn’t help but grin through the pain as he felt the buzz and snap of the shock collar - yet he didn’t feel a thing. Porcelain protecting him. 

He was free. He could get out and get help and they’d come back for Johnny an-

“COME THE FUCK BACK OR I’LL KILL HIM.”

A chill split down Ethan’s pine as his legs stumbled to a stop, shaking and exhausted. Breath ragged and sharply cold in the deep autumn air. 

So much agony already. 

His eyes drifted toward the skyline, eyeing skyscrapers that blurred and fogged with the distance. 

He turned back toward Crawford, pulling in another painful breath. “YOU WOULDN’T-�� Trying to call his bluff.

“THINK NOT? THINK I WANT EVIDENCE LYING AROUND WHEN YOU BRING THE FUCKIN PIGS BACK HERE??”

…fuck. 

Ethan’s chest was still heaving as he turned to look at the vague outline of the city again. 

..it was far. 

Too fucking far, his legs were already shaking at a quarter mile. He was too thin. Too weak. Too..broken to make that run and not get caught. 

..and Johnny would die.

Some devil on his shoulder vaguely flickered the thought across his mind that even if Johnny died, Ethan would be free.

That thought flitted away just as quickly as it came. Unwanted and irrelevant. 

Ethan would die a thousand times for Johnny. He knew that. Down to his very soul, he knew that. 

When he looked back to Crawford, the man had a gun out now, walking briskly across the lawn toward him like a mother two inches from the end of her patience with children throwing mud at neighbors windows. 

“Get. The fuck. Back here.” Close enough he didn’t need to shout anymore, apparently.

Ethan’s mind buzzed and warped, legs begging him to run as the rest of him stayed stubbornly put. 

..then…dragged him toward Crawford. Toward the gun. Toward the house. 

Toward Johnny. 

.

“If he comes, you’ll run, right? You won’t worry about me?”

Ethan pulled in a tight breath, nuzzling his nose against Johnny’s. “That’s..the best bluff, yeah. He won’t hurt you on my behalf if I’m not here to see it. There’s no point.”

Johnny nodded, tucking his cheek against Ethan’s shoulder. Ethan pulled him closer as warm arms wrapped around his waist. Soft and simple. 

If this were just him, he could live with it. He could try to escape in his own time or bear the pain. 

But Johnny would die if Crawford kept wailing on him like he’d been. 

They needed to try.

.

Ethan came back anyway. He’d barely flinched when Crawford shot him in the leg for good measure - ensuring he couldn’t change his mind and run again. It was point blank, too. The moment Ethan had stepped up to him, the gun lowered - seemingly a good thing - then went off. 

Because of course it did.

Because Crawford was a dick. 

The pain didn’t hit him right away. Not the way it should. 

Body shocked by the sudden change, it felt more like a fist to his thigh than penetration. 

But the searing, aching wrongness had set in all the same and Crawford forced him back into the house, muscles shifting and pulling against each other around the bullet. 

Ethan refused to give him the satisfaction of a limp. 

It was going to hurt like a bitch anyway. 

By the time he shoved Ethan down the basement steps - his leg didn’t hold up for that one, he fell freely down the stairs and cracked his head against the cement with a dazed groan - Johnny was already anxiously stepped up to the stairs, hands clasped against his chest with eyes wild with fear and worry. “E-”

Ethan winced as Johnny’s cool fingers pressed against his head where it’d hit. Trying to get his mind to catch up properly. Trying to shake off the daze. 

“Forget about him - front and center, boy.” Crawford’s heavy steep creaked down the stairs after him - planting onto Ethan’s leg as he went. 

The pain ripped up through him, feeling it fully this time without the consciousness to distract himself. A wheezing groan crackled out Ethan’s throat at the pain, and he hazily tried to curl up and away from the pressure. 

But it was gone in moments. 

Fingers wound into Johnny’s hair, followed by a yelp as he was pulled away, Ethan’s fingers catching against Johnny’s. Trying to keep him away from the threat. 

It didn’t work. 

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut tight and forced himself up to sitting. Almost. Kind of. 

He was swayed to the side, legs bent the other way and both arms braced against the floor as he tried to force the pain and swirling nausea back. 

“D-ont-” His voice sounded so much weaker than he wanted, and he cursed himself for not watching his fucking head as he fell. He didn’t have time for a concussion right now-

“You know the rules.”

.

"I love you..you know that, right?"

"..I know." He knew. But the words still felt stale. It felt like goodbye.

Johnny's cheek was so soft under Ethan's thumb. He barely noticed the bruises there anymore.

"I love you, too."

.

Ethan hadn’t even registered that Crawford had Johnny tied already - arms above his head and dangling from a rafter - toes barely brushing the ground now. Didn’t notice it, at least, until Johnny let out a gasping choke of air, voice sucked away by the hit as a bat slammed against his leg.

A bat.

A…bat???

Ethan squeezed the stars from his eyes once again, focusing better - it was a bat. 

No punching or kicking this time, he was using tools. Crawford never used tools - preferred a proper, traditional beating where he could feel ribs crack under his knuckles and feel flesh shift. It wasn’t about the damage - it was about catharsis. 

But this?? A fucking bat? 

Damage. 

This was about damage.

Ethan’s eyes were wide and desperate as he realized that, trying to drag himself closer as Johnny’s broken, strained scream echoed against the walls after the wood snapped against his leg. 

“Dont-” Ethan dragged himself closer. “D-don-”

“Shut up-! You know the fucking rules.”

Ethan fucks up? Johnny gets hurt. 

He knew the rules.

Still, Ethan found his hand wrapped around Crawford’s ankle, trying to plead with him.

The bat found Ethan’s skull next. 

And everything went black.

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[tetedurfarm]

[hauntingmiser]

Day 20!

Aka Uzi meets one of her fans

( even though she's questioning "who the hell is this?" She still feels weirded yet curious about what this goat has to say )

[3416]

Emma I'm so worried about people saying Auston could be benched the last couple games, do you think there's actually a chance of that?

it's very common for a lot of the guys who play top minutes to be out for a couple of games in the weeks before the playoffs. my theory is that keefe will play auston next game to let him try for 70, and then if he gets it, he'll sit for the last game. if he doesn't get it, that's where it gets hairy, but i think auston's personal input matters the most to keefe in that situation so we'll see.

last year they healthy scratched mitch and auston in the penultimate game w mitch sitting at 99 points, so it's not like they're unafraid of that, but i think 70 is SUCH a milestone and even keefe is out here wanting him to get it that..... idk, i think it will be okay.

[justemockroach]

An old sketch I had lying around of these two goobers. Never leave your shirts around Castro, He has no fashion taste and will just wear things without question

[randomshipperhere]

Read through the manga of Apothecary Diaries and I have become Lakan/Rakan’s defender!!!

Will read the LN when I have enough free time on my hands

[goatmilksoda]

Just got my "On The Spectrum" Professional Therapist Opinion :3