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[wyllaztopia]

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voiced and edited by @neotxnic

happy not so birthday heh...

fresh / error by @loverofpiggies

[camkablam]

hey could you hold this for me

[robynmarkius]

January 27th, 2025 is the 80th Anniversary of the Liberation of Auschwitz. International Holocaust Remembrance Day. World Leaders have gathered in Poland to commemorate the end of that nightmare and share survivors' stories and remember that we want to keep that tragedy from ever happening again.

Do not forget, it has only been 80 years since this place was active. It stands today as a reminder of history that we should not forget. History that we must remember and do our best not to repeat. The number of survivors is dwindling, and soon there won't be anyone left alive who can share their stories with us.

https://www.auschwitz.org/en/home-page-80/

On this 80th Anniversary, go read a survivor's account. Look up stories about what happened there. You can find many of them located in various places on the internet. Just search for "holocaust survivor stories" and you'll find many museums and memorials as well as YouTube videos. In fact, there's a YouTube Channel!

While you're at it, go on and check out stories about the Japanese Internment Camps we had here in the US. George Takei has been vocal about his time in one as a child and even has a book about it; "They Called Us Enemy" published in 2019.

"It's so important that we understand what happened in the past, so that we can stand up to injustice today, and work together for a future where everyone is treated fairly, with liberty and justice for all." - George Takei

We must continue to remember history and learn from our mustakes and terrible decisions. Listening to the survivors of tragedy is important. Yes, this includes Palestine and Gaza. It keeps happening, and it's overwhelmingly sad.

We are all human beings. I will never understand how these things keep happening in front of our faces.

The Trump Administration is too busy trying to roll the entire country back about 200 years. Not that I personally believe for a second that Trump would ever go to the memorial himself at this point, he has nothing to lose snd has never suffered a single consequencefor his actions. He and his administration want us to forget about those horrible injustices we once swore were unforgivable. They want us to not call a salute a salute and not see where we're all headed. One simple thing you can do on this year's Remembrance Day is listen to a story, and learn a little history so it doesn't get lost to time. ♡

Have a wonderful day, wherever you may be. Stay as safe as you can and don't forget that you are not alone. It may feel like it, and it's an extremely scary time right now, but it's not just you. We're all in this together. We have to be. ♡

[leggalese]

Day 4, Guilt/Healing

[mo-gxn]

here it issss!!!!!! Love the stamplers so so so much

[deadinsideart]

Let me be honest

I was gonna attempt to make an animatic but decided "nah let's make a work of art" then "i should make this a speedpaint too"

And here we are!! >:D

I haven't finished playing Pandora's Box but I know Flora ends up in a barn and has to wait for Layton to come get her. And I wondered what she was doing in the meantime... and imagined her laying in some hay and wishing to go back.. home..

like the village //cough cough//

I also cannot draw hay for shit

Anyway here's the speedpaint

[puppetmaster13u]

Pspspsps Guess What I finished :)

Have the (hopefully first of multiple) Batman Analog Video.

(Previous WIPs found Under the tag Batman Analog Project)

Also Have a Link to the Playlist for when I do more stuff like this

[foxboidrew]

Toxic Love

Corrupted!Spaniard × Kerian

[ghostsprobably]

The story of Icy's lost sister!

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #1249

When asked by the Radio Times what their favorite Eurovision songs were, Floyd Pepper and Animal responded with: "Waterloo" by ABBA, "Believe in Me" by Bonnie Tyler, "Euphoria" by Loreen, "Tattoo" by Loreen, and "I Wrote a Song" by Mae Muller.

Source:

Radio Times. "Animal and Floyd Pepper talk Eurovision, The Muppets Mayhem cameos and retirement." YouTube, May 10, 2023. https://youtu.be/cuRtjBn8V8Q.

[sonicexelle-junkary]

HA! Well, I lied! Actually I didn’t think I’d get this done by the end of today. BUT I DID! Enjoy my favourite part of my favourite song from a new musical I really love!

Go watch the full musical

[wyllaztopia]

live right now on yt!!!

[hauntinglesbian]

kathryn hahn getting ready for an interview:

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[soft-girl-musings]

Cry (MK Spring Bingo #1)

Marc Spector x Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: panic/anxiety attacks, possibly inaccurate description of an emergency room visit (i don't remember the exact process i borrowed from my own experience bc i was sick… in the ER…), no use of y/n

wc: 1,356

fic summary: Three times Marc told you it was okay to cry, and one time you returned the favor.

A/N: Finally got around to writing something for someone besides jake lockley, bless. once again this is self-indulgent, but if anything hits home for you i'm glad <3 (based on Adam Melchor's "Cry" , which is the most marc-coded piece of music i've ever heard. in this essay i will)

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The first time came out of nowhere.

Nothing was wrong per se; no major injury or crisis had come up. All you knew was that you were frozen in the corner of your room, hot tears streaming down your face as your mind raced between a million different things.

“Sweetheart, have you seen my–” Marc’s request stopped the moment he saw you frozen in the darkened room, gripping the sleeves of your shirt as you bit your lip so hard you risked giving yourself another reason to cry.

“I just need a minute,” your voice came out trembling and heavy, as if too many syllables would cause the tears to fall with greater force. Not that you knew how to stop them, or how they even started.

Quick strides across the room brought Marc to your side. His warm hands wrapped around yours, cold and losing color from digging into your arms. 

Words were never his strong suit; Marc’s a man of few, usually letting his presence and actions suffice. So when faced with consoling you against some invisible threat, he could almost hear the sound of his own heart breaking in tandem with your staggered breath.

So he stood there. Until your fingers relaxed and entwined with his, he stood there until he could guide you to the floor. Arms wrapped around your shoulders, he cradled you as you continued to cry.

“This is so stupid,” you groaned as you wiped your face with your sleeve. “So fucking… ugh.”

“Hey,” he shushed you. “Not stupid. You’re feeling what you’re feeling.”

“But I don’t know why,” you choked out. It was hard enough being so distraught; not having a valid reason for it made everything hurt more.

“You don't have to justify it. Don't have to do anything but just… be here.” A hand to your temple eased your head against his chest. “I'm here, as long as you need me to be.”

This was all the permission you needed to let another rush of tears spill down your cheeks, soaking his shirt. He didn't mind.

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The second time was in the emergency room.

You'd never struggled to catch your breath like this before; a common cold turned south and triggered long-dormant childhood asthma, making your lungs betray the rest of your body. Marc drove you to the ER when your hollow coughing didn't let up for the third day in a row. Head spinning and chest aflame, you were rushed to the back as soon as Marc told them you couldn't breathe.

“You've got to breathe steady, honey.”

“I'm trying,” you muttered around the medicated tube in your mouth. It had to be almost 3 in the morning; your body ached like crazy and you didn't catch a word of what the nurse told you to do with your medication. All you knew was that you were cold, exhausted, and grateful to have Marc there to time your breathing.

But even with his hand holding yours, you still felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Every inhalation brought medicine to your airways, but the ragged sensation resonated through your chest and made your body ache more.

“I'm so tired,” you finally said around the device. With that, your tears fell faster than you could swipe at them. Your frown pushed the device from your mouth, but you didn't care.

Marc sprang up, catching the equipment when your grip faltered. He said nothing; instead, he climbed onto the bed with you, leaning your back against his chest and taking your hand in his once more, bringing the medication back to your lips. You let him bear your weight, immediate relief washing over you as he took over keeping the device steady with one hand and gently dabbing a tissue at your cheek with the other. 

“Nothing wrong with a few tears, honey. Means you’re alive.”

When you finally went home, the fire in your lungs extinguished, he held you again until you fell asleep.

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“.....The movie just started.”

(The third time was on the living room couch.)

You had finally talked Marc into watching La La Land with you (with the promise of his getting to choose the next movie night film, of course). You were barely 30 seconds into the opening number when you'd started crying, eyes glued to the screen as dozens of up-and-comers danced and sang about their dreams to make it in the industry.

“They haven't said anything.”

“They're saying everything.”

“He's dancing on a car.”

“Because he's excited!”

“Why did they stop traffic to dance?”

You didn't hear the rest of his quips, too engrossed in the scene. The colors, the music, and the highly impractical interstate  choreography had a way of getting to you ever since you first saw this movie. Meanwhile, Marc sat with his arms crossed and eyebrows knit together as he tried to follow along.

When you noticed his body language, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. “Do you… want to watch something else?”

Marc's face fell when he realized this new batch of tears wasn’t because of the movie, but because of him. The thought of making your cry hit like a punch to the gut.

He took the remote from you, moving closer to your side. “Nice try, but you're not getting out of it that easily. I need your commentary if I'm gonna keep up.” He hit play and choked down every criticism as he saw your face light up, tears of joy brimming during the remaining 2 hours of the film.

The next morning, while making breakfast, you could have sworn you heard Marc humming Another Day of Sun under his breath.

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As you'd grown closer, you began to know Marc as your rock, your steady landing place when you had thoughts and feelings too big to deal with on your own. He never had to say much to be there for you. He kept you tethered and together, happy to be of service no matter how ugly your hardships felt. 

It was only a matter of time before you saw a crack in his foundation.

You got home late one night, a thunderstorm hot on your heels. You had shrugged off your coat and shoes, calling out to Marc to see if he was home. No response.

You checked each room diligently, until you found him sitting on the corner of the bed.

“Marc?” You asked softly, walking toward him. You knelt in front of him, and the sight of his face twisted into an unfamiliar expression, a steady stream of tears spilling from his reddened eyes, was more than you could bear.

The first time came out of nowhere.

“Can you give me your hands, Marc?” He complied, his breath short and his eyes fixed on the storm pelting the window with sheet after sheet of rain. His vision darted between drops of water and streaks of lightning. The room shook with the echoes of thunder as the worst of the storm hit.

“Hey,” you urged him. “Just be here. With me.” Your thumb traced his wrist as you tried to stay calm.  “Can you breathe with me, Marc?” You sat up on your knees. He nodded, slowly but surely matching the pace of your breath. 

You didn't know what was on his mind, only that it was racing. You couldn't tell what had him so worked up, only that his breath escaped him even as you counted to ten again, and again, unrelenting in your focus on him. You had no idea what made your rock, your anchor, cry like this.

Maybe he'd tell you later; maybe it'd remain a mystery. None of that mattered in the moment. All that mattered was the rhythm of your breath as the rain let up; the way his tears drenched your sleeves when you dabbed at his flushed cheeks; the steady thrum of his heart as his body relaxed beside yours. All that mattered was how, with your chest pressed to his back as you lay on top of the bedspread, he let you hold him for a change.

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event tags: @moonknight-events @spacecowboyhotch @juneknight

addtl tags: @mrs-lockley @lunar-ghoulie @shadystarlightgentlemen @casa-boiardi (lmk if you'd like to be added/taken off this wee tag list)

[driftinghorse]

you know that furina edit trend that was popular like two weeks ago? i saw it and decided to take a crack at it, but i wanted to animate it and i SEVERELY underestimated the time it would take me💀💀 but here have it anyway

[marvelmaniac715]

Amazon put out this ad nine months ago where this girl immediately buys loads of plants and gardening stuff after just a few seconds of seeing Aziraphale and Crowley interact in the Garden of Eden in Good Omens Season One, which is so real because I would also develop a brand new hobby after a few seconds of looking at Eden Crowley.