#acid brick

[parseolegacy]

I realised I have so much unposted art that I need to catch up on

[funnier-when-objectum]

Not a post but a pun in spanish (chupala = suck it [and by it I mean my peanits]; pala = shovel) that is so much funnier when objectum so I had to share it here.

LOL

[zackthelion]

my beautiful they/them child named battery acid that only looks at gay people

[hood-ex]

Dick got his legs burned by acid!! And nearly!! Bled out!! Let's go!!

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #15

[miasanmuller]

Bayern mutuals quick question... if you were asked to pick either an EPL or a La Liga team to support, what would you use to kill yourself?

[brickcollector]

me and my makeshift archive cart vs three flights of stairs

who will win

[spurloser]

#imk #vokal #bricks #acid #slime #style #tree #meandering #rainworm #mimetic #autumn #spurloser #polyps #mudding #lesenwasniegeschriebenwurde https://www.instagram.com/p/ClFBmiOoRZ1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[refractoryinsulation]

Fire Bricks Vs Regular Bricks - Know the Difference

Here is a thing about them that you might not know — not all bricks are created equal. Yes, that is true. In fact, there is a whole family of bricks out there, each with its own special talents. However, for the purpose of this post, we are going to focus on two of them. So, without any further waiting, let’s get right onto that.

Read More:- https://www.refmon.in/blog/know-difference-between-fire-bricks-and-regular-bricks

[binoculares]

I need to meet more people and be interested in them. I need to live diverse experiences and face difficult situations. I need to go outside and ask questions and be curious. I need to learn everything I can about the world. This would help me find out how to be a person I think.

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[dmitriene]

simon riley is often haunted by an unpredictable nightmares, and that's what makes you wake up in the middle of the night, long past midnight, hearing the ragged breath coming from the side, the sheets is warm, crumpled under your fingers as you run your hand over them, and then lift yourself up, sleepy gaze clinging to the bowed body sitting near the headboard of the bed.

shrouded in the darkness of the room, you see only the slight glint of his wounded, black gaze, hidden by the midnight so much that you have to strain your eyes to see his figure, the disheveled, short hair that sticks out ridiculously to the sides, messed and flattened, the slight frown of his thick eyebrows, and the darting, inky pupil of his eyes, studying you back while he practically suffocates on his place, frightened.

you know that he suffers from rare nightmares, the one that overwhelm him so suddenly that he can never be prepared, not for the pictures that he sees in front of his closed eyes, related to you, to his mates, to everything that is so dear to him and slips from his hands, until he wakes up with sweat on his dewy skin and a taste of acid in his arid mouth, not having the strength in his shaky fingers to reach up towards you.

you do it for him, rustling the sheets, pinching the cotton fabric of the duvet cover between your fingers to pull the blanket towards you, snuggling up to simon and his slightly twitching body, tense muscles greet you like a brick wall, but despite this, you cover the two of you, tossing the blanket over his bent knees, pressing against his hand and gently reaching out your own to touch his rough, bristled cheek.

inching to cup the back of his head, skimming your fingers in the soft tufts of his hair, as you move his head to press it into the curve of your neck, and simon moves, fidgets, and slides down the mattress, lowering his knees and thereby pressing his face into your chest, his forehead against your collarbones, trembling fingers finding purchase at the curve of your waist, squeezing and pulling you closer, as he exhales.

simon never cries, never screams, he stays quiet every time, no matter how much worse the nightmare was than the last, he forbids himself more emotional reactions, believing that he should be an epitome of strength, to be the one who gives without reserve, but when you cradle his body, covering the top of his head with featherlight, gentle kisses, he knows you won't turn your back on him no matter what, raw sobs burst from his lips.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[fakeosirian]

so i thought the mysterious stomach problems i wake up with most mornings were just anxiety (and it's definitely anxiety don't get me wrong) but after some unintentional trial and error apparently it's also. the pillow i've been sleeping on for 80 thousand years

[grimbrick]

Creator's log 7

Aaand I'm back. Since the original build didn't make it through in the Challenge, I'm reworking it to post as an official Ideas submission.

The set underwent a few changes, such as minor upgrades to the treasure room, but let's focus on the big stuff for now.

My favorite of the new stuff, the golem. Some may remember me mentioning making a golem trap room early on, well it's here now. It's a little too big for its own good, which allows adventurers to slip by. As a bonus, the golem can be removed from the room's floor to act as a regular monster. Hidden behind the giant statue is a key hidden in plain sight between two bones.

My least favorite of the new stuff. It's not bad, but it definitely isn't as good. This spooky slime monster is very angry and hungry, so pay attention to the acid splashes rising from the pool beneath the floor. This room generally doesn't fit the aesthetic of the rest of the dungeon, and since I'm over 3000 bricks currently I might not put it in.

The arachnophobic's nightmare! This room is meant to replace the larger broken floor hallway I showcased in the past, to diminish the piece count, and try and make it better. This spider nest is also home to a green snake - previously located in the hallway - guarding a diamond. Adventurers can remove the webs or use them as bridges to cross the gap. The bone snake should still fit around the central platform.

I don't think the dungeon will be modified much further than this. Instead, I'm already thinking about my next project: a "monsters of the world" diorama.

[wilwheaton]

fuck you pat robertson

Pat Robertson walks past thousands of souls, smugly and full of pride, and cuts to the front of the line at the velvet rope in outside the entrance to his version of Heaven.

The bouncer looks up from their clipboard, observing Robertson with thousands of eyes in a swirling cascade of light.

"Pat Robertson," they say. "We've been expecting you."

Pat Robertson silently congratulates himself. He swells with joy. All those people who died from AIDS, natural disasters, even 9/11 ... they all deserved it. They were sinners!

The bouncer speaks into their headset. "He's here." They listen. "Yep. At the front of the line."

The bouncer turns most of its gaze back to Pat Robertson. "Just wait here for one moment, please."

Pat Robertson steps to one side and waits.

After one thousand years, he begins to wonder if there was a miscommunication.

"Excuse me," he says to the bouncer, "I am Pat --"

"Robertson. Yes. We know. We're just getting everything in order for you. It will just be one more moment."

Tens of thousands of victims of gun violence walk past him and enter Heaven. The population of an entire village, lost in a typhoon that was intensified by climate change, is welcomed. And still he waits.

They file past him, all the people he looked down on. All the people he hurt, directly and indirectly, don't even notice him as they pass. It's like he isn't even there.

Another thousand years pass. Pat Robertson realizes he hasn't had a thing to eat since he died and he is so very hungry.

"Hey!" He shouts at the bouncer. "What's the problem? Don't you know who I am?"

The bouncer rolls half a million eyes at once. "We know exactly who you are."

"Well, alright, then!" Pat Robertson spits out, exasperated, "if you aren't going to help me, get someone here who will!"

The bouncer speaks into its headset again. "We're ready."

A gibbering mass of what is mostly human flesh -- or was, once -- slithers / rolls / flops into Pat Robertson's view. It is covered with mouths that bleed and weep and click their teeth together. Enormous open sores swirl and burst and close and reopen and drip pus and viscera across blistering skin. The faint memory of a smell surrounds it, something like very old cigar smoke and very expensive liquor.

Pat Robertson tries to scream. Arm-like stalks extend from the quivering shape. One resembles a hand at the end of an arm, dripping viscera.

In a flash, it grabs Pat Robertson's hand and shakes it. Something hot and acidic splashes up on his arm, blinds him in one eye. He feels weak. Afraid. Alone. Confused.

Hundreds of mouths try to speak. Dozens of them vomit acrid bile that splashes across his chest. Dozens more silently spit out the lies they've been cursed to repeat for eternity to an audience who will never hear them again.

One mouth speaks clearly. So clearly, it's inside Pat Robertson's head and everywhere else all at once. "I'm Rush Limbaugh," it says. "I'm your new roommate. Come with me."

And that's when Pat Robertson knows. That's when it all hits him, all at once. He's getting everything he deserves.

The line to get into Heaven does not see or hear or notice him, or the Limbeast. They can't hurt anyone, anymore.

The cancerous mass of hate wraps its arm around his shoulder and just like that Pat Robertson finds himself in a vast parody of a cathedral. It's built of bones and flesh and lies. The walls writhe, and he sees that they are not bricks and lathe but bodies wrapped in confederate flags and wearing red hats.

The pews are filled to capacity with the souls of people who followed him in life, hated who he told them to hate. Only their hate is now focused on him, hot and unforgiving. Relentless.

Pat Robertson looks for his companion, but it has vanished. It has left him alone to suffer.

A sermon rises in his chest and pushes against his throat. Pat Robertson is compelled to speak, and as he does each word tears through him like broken glass. He spews his hate and his lies, just as he did in life. Only in this place, he doesn't feel the glee and the satisfaction he always did. No, he feels the pain and the suffering and the agony of every human being who he deliberately hurt. He. Feels. All. Of. It. He tries to stop speaking. Of course, he can not. He can not ever stop.

And Pat Robertson's eternity begins.