#aieeeeeee

[bastardpacs]

"Trouble is here."

PAC photographed by speedy.photo +

[sarah-skylark]

No like do you know what’s it’s like this week to be a good omens fan from way back in the 90s and everything has been about the same for like 30 years and then you get a well done series that sprinkles a bit of new stuff in you are anxious about but eventually welcome and now in 4 days everything you’ve known about this little fandom that grew big is now about to change forever, everything could change, do you know

[earthbinder]

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    ↪    @throned​  asked  :    ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ vol'jin to thrall, ofc!

It seems simple enough. What happened ?? his companion asks, as if he is recounting a past day's absence. As if he had not DIED a slow, painful death on the Warchief's throne and left the world asunder with his parting, one that Thrall himself had never forgiven himself for not witnessing personally.

Thrall simply shakes his head, eyes full of unreadable emotion and yet staring nowhere in particular. What happened ??

" ... Where to even begin, my friend ?? " He nearly whispers in response, voice fond in its tone but exhausted all at once. " Everything and nothing, simultaneously. We repelled the Legion only for the Alliance and Horde to take their arms up against each other once more, and for Sylvanas to do this. To— to desecrate even DEATH as we all know it. "

Shaman pauses, fingers flexing at his side. How quintessentially alone he has felt through it all, and if he were more selfish, perhaps he would admit it now. But that is simply not his way; even in his loneliness, he is condemned to silence by no one but himself. A chorus of I miss you and I'm sorry rides the wave of his tongue and CRASHES unceremoniously against the back of his teeth.

" I ... was not present for much of it, firsthand, " he instead admits softly, " for reasons I would not burden you with. But I am here now. And I suppose my efforts to stop her must count for something. "

The silence that lingers in the air around him is heavier than the albatross around his neck.

[butchpeabody]

after bills come out we are going to have a collective $33 usd to our name until next friday (9/29/2023) um. as always comms are open but donos are still acceptable if you cant think of anything youd like. we can talk about non-experimental stuff too im not crazy desparate yet but this is a bit scary

NEVERMIND WE WON A LOTTERY I GUESS???

Payments accepted through kofi/paypal! I will likely send an invoice if I do not know you.

[klumpypotamus]

Daily O’Brien - 21/10 Miles “Ghost(Scary)” O’Brien

[decibat]

why is it that i only want to draw when my hands hurt really bad

[rubyshimmer0x]

TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY I love you the substitute but this man still made me simp anyway TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY TOMORROW IS GENIE DAY

[toreodere]

I am so farkin mad right now, my drawing tablet has suddenly just stopped working and now for the past few days i've been stuck in a limbo of looking at this half finished drawing and having absolutely no way to continue working on it.

Can't even switch to my mouse cus so much of it was already done with a pen that it'd probably become very obvious where i've made the switch, augh!!!

[flamagenitus]

OUGH!!!

[astro-cynical]

I keep having stress dreams about carbonyls. This organic chemistry shit isn’t funny anymore someone call me a fucking ambulance!!

[stankvle]

lets all have a freak moment together!!!!!! RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

LALLALALLALALA FROLICKS JOYFULLY

[bish0ps]

It's raining sideways 😭

Yeah yeah severe thunderstorm warning, we've all heard that one before

[nervetower]

baroque fan sequel concept doodles Aieeeeeee

-marine biologist is tasked to venture into the deep sea to find the root cause of and stop the strange depressurized creatures coming up from the ocean.

-those creatures are in fact actually abnormals/meta-beings and it is unclear if they were originally human... they become more fucked up the deeper she goes

-she encounters a woman like bleached coral who instead of encouraging her, berates her and gets in her way to stop her from reaching the bottom

Umm also they kiss eventually

thats all i got

[klumpypotamus]

Daily O'Brien - 20/10 Miles O'Bones

[msrosatiworld]

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BM6JM3W2

My Dad stood in front of her and with a shaking hand handed the bathbrush to his powerful and fearsome-looking mother.

Slapping the business end of the brush on her other hand Grandma ordered: “Over you go, NOW!”

Letting out a pitiful moan and with his watering eyes shut Dad bent across Granny’s lap. Grandma pinned his wrist to his back.

SMACKK! The brush exploded across his quivering manly rump.

"Aaaaaaaaah" my Dad kicked his legs and screamed. Grandma raised the bathbrush again and my poor Dad's ordeal began in earnest.

SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK!

My Dad's bottom was no match for the bathbrush, not by a long shot. Every inch of his bum cheeks and upper thighs was already red before his Mom really got started with the brush and now his rear end was literally smoldering.

"No Mommy no! I've learned my lesson! AIEEEEE! AIEEEEEE! Pleeeeease! Nooooooo! Ohhhhhh! Stop! MAMAAAAA!"

SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK!

"AIEEEEE! OHHHHHHH! Pleeeeease! Mamaaaaaa! It hurts! AIEEEEEE! AIEEEEEE! OHHHHHHHH! No more!"

SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK!

Up one round, plump bottom cheek and down the other, over and over, the bathbrush proved true the old saying ‘spanked until you won’t sit down for a week’. My poor father cried and screamed as his bare behind ignited in various shades of red and hints of purple where cheek met thigh. Those various shades soon blended into one deep shade of crimson.

SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK!

"Are you ever going to disrespect me again?" Grandma asked, continuing to whale the daylights out of Dad.

"AIEEEEE! AIEEEEE! NO MOMMY! AIEEEEEE! I'LL NEVER DISRESPECT YOU AGAIN! I PROMISE! PLEEEEEASE! AIEEEEEEE! WAAAAA!”

“Are you going to talk back to me again?”

“AIEEEEE! AIEEEEE! NO MOMMY! AIEEEEEE! I'LL NEVER TALK BACK! EVER! WAAAAA! WAAAAA! I’LL BEE A GOOD  BOY! WAAAAAA! I PROMISE I WILL BE GOOOOOD!”

SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACKK!

By now my father couldn’t even make words and he just cried and screamed, tears choking him.

[finnitesimal]

one of these days forever is going to call phil "Bad" instead of brunin and the server is going to become an obnoxious highschool classroom screaming throwing up aieeeeeee etc