#Shortest Fuse

[cuartoretorno]

Softcult - Shortest Fuse [official video] 2024

[lunapaper]

Not many people can turn the soul-crushing realities of the working class into a beautiful rock track, but Softcult manage it on their latest single. 

On ‘Shortest Fuse,’ the Canadian twins ruminate over late-stage capitalism in a haze of sludgy dream pop, all the more poignant in the pandemic era as we watch they toil away in a series of minimum wage jobs, forced to take part in an unjust system.  

As the sibling duo explain (via Stereogum): 

‘Capitalism seems to be designed to keep underprivileged people toiling in a never ending cycle of debt and poverty where their labor is underpaid in order to profit their employers,” the pair said in a statement. “The benefits of capitalism are rarely equally distributed, accruing wealth to a very small percentage of the population. Built on the notion of greed, benefitting only by paying workers less than what their labor is worth, it’s difficult to not become disenfranchised with capitalism when you exist in this reality and see no end in sight. We can’t become complicit in a system that is designed to keep us down.’ 

- Bianca B. 

[gertritude]

just played "if on a winter's night, four travelers" and i actually enjoyed it way more than expected, but it's also very funny how some of the negative reviews are mad at the game for promoting satanism and gay people

[ofthecaravel]

it's important to write my characters realistically

[thepenguisalive7]

What if Damian grows up to be short. He’s just, forever small, tiny, ball of fury.

I just think that all that anger compressed would be hysterical.

He walks up to villains and they just go “you talk a lot of smack for a guy that can slide under a door crack” and it takes all his self restraint (and an exasperated Nightwing) to not slit their throats on the spot.

[gr3at-s4ge]

ABSOLUTELY NEEDED TO SHARE THE FACT THAT I JUST FOUND OUT 2/3 OF MY NAMES ARE ALSO. CARTOON MONKEYS. mk was an obvious one bcs i named myself after the guy BUT NOVA????

[tezzbot]

Sad that incessant spam reblogging makes me as mad as it does there are so many people I wish I could follow but I'd never open tumblr again if I did so I just have to happen upon their content in tags if I want to keep up with their art/writing </3

[lukestarkillerisgay]

every conversation with my mom that’s about anything deeper than the days events presented entirely neutrally always ends up exactly like the lizard king scene from the office

[dysfunctional-doodle]

2012 Raph and Rise Mikey have extreme beef for no reason, period.

Based on a hc of mine and an anon ask here which reminded me of the chaotic dynamic between the two siblings with the shortest fuses. Say what you want about Rise Mikey but Dr Delicate Touch is something to be feared

-> Commissions Open! <-

-> My Kofi/Tip Jar :) <-

(A very quick doodle, you can tell who I have more practice at drawing lol -)

[etaleah]

Love how Sonic and Shadow are different kinds of patient and different kinds of impatient.

Sonic can be impressively patient with people, even people who don’t deserve it. He never gives up on anyone and will work with you as long as it takes to achieve a solution.

When it comes to things, however, Sonic has zero patience whatsoever. Long lines? Can’t do it. Long loading screens? He’d rather die. Jigsaw puzzles? He’ll throw the pieces at the wall in pure rage.

Shadow can be patient long enough to figure out the details of a puzzle and can retreat into a calm and brooding headspace with long lines, but if it’s a person that’s being difficult, he will have the shortest fuse you’ve ever seen and punch them right in the fucking face.

[d0not-disturb]

My favorite head-cannon of all time is that Mumbo is actually on the shorter side of era 2 Peridots and without his limb enhancers he is just the tiniest bit taller than Grian, who is an aquamarine��(like one of the shortest gems)

Thank god in era 3 he is mostly fused so nobody sees his short ass🔥🔥🔥

Gemcyt au by….@chrisrin !!!

[dairy-farmer]

With pack bonds snapping back into place when he returns to Gotham and sees Bruce, and the bonds helping him stabilize some, Jason’s reintroduction to the bats is smoother and less aggressive. Less alienating. But that also means that Hood’s introduction to Gotham and the Alley is less explosive, less bloody, less intimidating.

He needs a show of strength. Jason’s inner thespian wants to stage a big battle, where Hood does what no one else could, and drive the bats out of his territory. Cement his place as the Alpha of the Alley with a big show of force.

Dick wants a different show of force that lets Hood still align with the Bats when needed. Wants Hood to be able to have backup, but still be seen as strong enough on his own to rule.

Bruce just heaves a tired sigh at the duffel bag of heads suggestion, and begs his children to behave as he leaves to help the league with some interplanetary diplomacy.

It’s Tim who comes up with Jason’s favorite suggestion. Little omega Tim, who’s had stars in his eyes and a scent patch hiding his desires since Jason reappeared. He shyly puts forward his plan.

It’s unfortunately become a poorly guarded secret that Robin is an omega. One that is under Batman’s protection, belongs to Batman, in a familial way. If Hood was able to seduce Batman’s omega, to steal him out from under his nose, it would be more than just a show of strength. It would also be a sign of Hood’s sneakiness, his cunning, his skill and character. It would mean that Hood was good enough that Robin would let himself get taken, and that Batman couldn’t stop it. Robin was young enough for it to be seen as daring but old enough it wouldn’t be creepy. It would allow for some distance and friction between Hood and the bats but give them a reason to help each other.

Bruce isnt there to shoot it down. Dick isnt sure about it, but he wants jason to be safe and happy and it WAS Tim’s idea…

Jason gets one sniff of Tim’s scent and one look at his long pale neck and soft creamy thighs and agrees.

A few staged fights and chases with Duck as Batman, a few more less staged but incredibly charged chases and fights ending with Robin clearly letting Hood pin him down, and the Alley starts watching.

He has everyone’s attention when Hood mounts and mates Robin on a low rooftop in the middle of his territory, in full view of a street festival.

Robin can’t really be mated to a crime lord. So Tim becomes Jason’s Robin, Red Robin. Bruce comes back and he’s not exactly thrilled, but it’s too late and he’s happy that Jason is comfortable at the manor now and has back up, so he accepts it, though Batman stays conflicted.

Red becomes Hood’s right hand, his companion, his eyes and ears and some times his attack dog. Everyone wonders how Hood took this feral vicious little omega, and tamed him. Mounts him publicly and often. How the omega that will slowly cut fingers off a screaming and creating predator is the same one that will kneel docilely between Hood’s thighs at meetings and beg to suck his cock.

Dick had his doubts, but he can’t deny it works. The Alley is cowed and mostly behaving, Jason is a strong alpha, happy, and has back up available. Tim has finally slipped his chains and is free to be his feral little self. Dick is both eager and apprehensive to see what happens when Jason puts a pup in Tim

jaytim

red hood publicly mounting and mating robin and inducting him into his territory, making him his companion as his kept attack dog omega 😍 and the rest of the family going along with the story even having doubts about it working but then it turns out it DOES and jason is closer to them and tim is a bit more unhinged as a result now that he's not abiding by bat standards but jason standards and dick is both happy about it but also nervous to see how it plays out once tim has a puppy put in him because dammed omegas have about the shortest fuse of ANY dynamic.

[crabs-brencil]

rahhh finally a full illo, and this one comes with lore

basically i was listening to 2000s-y edm as i drew this and as such: connorkus as either highschool seniors or university students in 2009. they're all from some shitty mid-size city in the middle of nowhere. the manfreds are obv That One Family TM so markus is like the golden boy with way too much pressure put on him, and north and connor are the only friends that he can actually be chill with. ofc ppl think that they shouldn't hang out together because north and connor are Bad Influences TM, since north has the worlds shortest fuse and will butt heads with anyone that she feels deserves it, and connor because he's the alcoholic lieutenant's adopted son and a snarky bitch when he feels like it. also north's family owns a farm and the truck they are in is north's dad's. connor def lifted those beers off of hank "to help him quit"

[yourdeepestfathoms]

HIHIHIHI i loooove your tadc and yaelokre headcanons and Perrine is my absolute favourite, do you have any headcanons on how well the lark fare in winter? Like individual or general problems they face or literally anything idm!! (Especially Perrine) <3

you bet i do!!

Winter is harsh for the kids.

They don’t perform as often in the winter due to a variety of reasons. Like the wind being too strong, so it throws their voices and makes it impossible for them to be heard. Or it simply being too cold.

And even when they do perform, not many people show up since their venue is outside.

They sometimes get indoor venues, but not often.

That being said, money can be tight during the winter months.

Which makes everyone stressful.

Mainly Perrine, as she mostly handles the funds, and she tries to keep the others oblivious when they’re running low on money, as she doesn’t want to worry them.

Because then Cole will start to get anxious, and Kingsley will start to wail about how they’re going to starve, and even though he’s joking, that just makes Cole even more anxious.

The cottage is a sanctuary, but they had to make some adjustments to it, such as sealing windows and such.

Cole worries that nobody will like them anymore, since they don’t perform as often.

Perrine chops woods and always makes sure there’s fuel for the hearth.

She’s also hunting more often, as catching their food saves money for other things.

Kingsley gets really bad cabin fever and starts to become restless when cooped up inside for too long, which he makes everyone else’s problem.

The kids don’t fight often, but when they do, it’s usually during winter.

Because again.

Everyone is kinda cooped up inside during the colder months.

So they sometimes will snap at each other for the most mundane things.

Perrine especially gets annoyed really easily.

In general, she’s the one with the shortest temper, but her fuse is even shorter during winter.

It’s not that she doesn’t love the others. She does!

But dear god. They can be so annoying sometimes.

Kingsley especially, as much as she loves him.

She needs her space.

She needs time alone.

When it’s warmer, she often spends most of her time outside, doing different things. She just likes being by herself.

And she can’t do that when there’s a snowstorm outside.

Clémentine, on the other hand, is the exact opposite.

They love being around everyone more!

They’re very much a people person, and everyone being together makes them happy!

They’re usually the one to placate and calm down Perrine when she’s cranky.

Clémentine loves to cuddle when it’s cold. It’s so cozy!

Perrine once got lost in a blizzard.

It came out of nowhere.

One moment, it was clear.

The next, the wind had picked up, and suddenly the world around her was all white.

She was out hunting, far from the cabin.

Now, Perrine prided herself on her tracking skills.

But in that blizzard, she immediately became lost. She couldn’t tell what direction she came from, and it was soon impossible to see more than three feet in front of her, so she had no way to right herself. Everything looked the same.

It was painful.

Pelting snow trying to stab her blind.

Every breath being snow-thick and suffocating.

So cold she burned.

But even more than the pain…

She was terrified.

Where should she go? Where was the way home?

Was she going to die?

The cold was death. Thick, white, impenetrable death.

She was staring death in its face.

It’s scary, how things could change so quickly.

She was perfectly fine one moment, and less than fifteen minutes later, she was in the beginning stages of hypothermia, ever so slowly getting colder.

She was layered in furs, yes. She had a coat and a hat and gloves and thick boots, of course.

And yet, the cold found its way in, somehow. Like a maggot in hot flesh, it burrowed itself through her clothing and into her warmth, slowly extinguishing that flame that burned within every person.

Life.

She kept moving. Somehow. Even when the snow piled higher and higher, making it that much more difficult to simply lift her feet.

If she could steady her shuddering breaths, maybe she could get her extremities to follow…

In through the nose, because if she opened her mouth, she worried her tongue might freeze.

She just had to block out everything else- the wind, the cold, the unrelenting voices in her head telling her to give up.

Just breathe. Focus…and breathe…

But even as she trudged in what she hopped was the cottage, she was still throttled.

And her will began to wane.

Until…

The world cracked.

Cold clenched her lungs so tightly that each breath was a silver razor in her chest.

Her mind tripped in sluggish circles, white-blind and hum-deaf, until color and sound turned into overlapping floods as her body burst into fiery pins.

She was spinning…spinning…spinning…

This was how she died.

She wondered about the others.

How long until they noticed she was gone? Had they already realized that she was missing for too long and shouldn’t be out in such bad weather? Were they trying to look for her, despite the storm?

Or did they not care at all?

Were they happy to have her gone?

And how would they fare when she was dead and buried beneath the snow, her body to never be found until the ice thawed? By then, she would have been eaten by some desperate creature, scrabbling to survive in the cold, just as she had been trying to do.

Bones and fur and nothing else to designate her as something that was ever truly human.

Because what was the difference between her and a wolf? Her and a bird? Her and a deer? They all lived, they all died, they all fought to survive.

She always felt like she was a resilient person. She was the oldest- she had to be.

But she was not winning this fight.

Her life was flashing before her eyes, her brain desperately trying to find a way to save itself.

Tears froze on her cheeks.

She couldn’t even sob because her mouth had frozen shut.

She was a living thing already going through algor mortis.

And then…

She was hot.

What?

Why was she hot?

She felt like she was burning up.

So, so, so hot.

These clothes…

They were frying her.

She needed to her these damn furs off!

And as she was…

She heard something over the wind and the sound of her own heartbeat.

Footsteps…?

A figure was standing with her in the storm.

The blizzard was like a glittering shroud, wrapping the figure in veils of white. They wore the storm like a dress, seemingly unaffected by its cruelty.

Was this…an angel?

Perrine never really considered her the religious type. But she wouldn’t turn it away. She didn’t have the strength to.

It stood there for a moment, just staring at her.

Then, a hand was extended to her.

Looks like it was time to go.

She took its hand, and it hauled her to her feet with surprising strength.

It began to practically drag her through the woods, and Perrine could barely keep up in her frozen, delirious state.

“Wait! S-slow down!” she wheedled. “I can’t breathe!”

It didn’t listen. Or maybe it didn’t hear her over the howling gales. Either way, it kept going.

Perrine thought she blacked out eventually, because most of her memories from there were all white and too blurry.

But when she managed to claw herself to consciousness again, she found herself…in the cottage. In front of the hearth. Piled in blankets to the point where she could barely move. With the others all cuddled around her.

What…?

Somewhere on a snowy hillock, looking down at the whiteout below, a pair of figures stood, unimpeded and unaffected by the cold.

“I thought you were all about the cycle never being broken,” the Enkindled spoke. “So do enlighten me: why didn’t you let the child die?”

Rime formed a deathly mask over the Croon’s skull, and when it breathed out, plumes of white billowed into the air.

“Well?” The Enkindled poked it with a skinny finger. “Does this not ruin the order you speak of?”

“No,” the Croon rumbled. “Her death would unbalance the scale.”

“Are you saying the child is chaos?”

The Croon shook out its whole body, much like how an animal would when it’s wet. Icicles are dislodged from its antlers and spray out like daggers. The Enkindled raised a hand to shield its face.

“Rude.”

“Order can’t live if chaos dies.”

“So I’m right, then.”

“…”

“You can let me be right for once.”