#alas blog

[alasblogpoetry]

soda

the broken glass glinted off the street lamp on the corner. the old soda can sang to its own tune a sickening drip drip drip like the sugar liquid spilling over the cracks. the open sign flickered and then it went out a forgotten earring precious metal discarded and abandoned. (pushed by the wind) it went: crack splinter crack drip drip drip flicker bzzZZZzzZZt flicker clink clatter clink and drip drip drip.

[faeofdusk]

and he has a mullet

[kawareo]

Transformers Animated is so funny because specifically Megatron doesn't seem to be aware of the fact that he is in a kids' show. This man is taking everything so seriously. He goes for the kill all the time. He ignores all the 'this show is for kids' things around him. He spends an entire season as a cut off head and tries to kill the main cast at every moment anyway. Starscream betrays him again and he kills him. Starscream keeps coming back from the dead like a cartoon character? Megs kills him again. And again. Dumps his body out and goes back to serious business. Heroes keep attacking him? Fuck you he's bringing out a wholeass sword and a gun and he will use them. Never gonna forget the one time where Optimus saves him and then immediately after Megs picks him up and uses him as a shield. Everyone around him keeps doing and saying silly stuff for the funsies and he ignores them. Amazing. Irredeemable. He does not deal with cartoony stuff and mostly ignores anything that is like a kids show.

Like you could pick him up and plop him into TFP or IDW no problem, he's straight up a genocidal dictator. I love him and his non-silly ass

[phantom-peachie]

hhhh,,, skyward sword,,

screams incoherently

[coltonclay]

“The trans community is split between whether you like trans women or not” that is NOT what the discourse is about, and you know it. Trans men are just asking you to recognize that we have specific experiences with our specific marginalization and we would like a word to talk about that and acknowledgement from others that it’s happening. You’re making the connection that “if X happens to trans men the opposite must happen to trans women” because you’re fucking stupid and not actually listening to us. You’re being intentionally obtuse at this point because you’ve got it in your head that women good, men bad.

[tigerbite-art]

reposts an old art some people may remember from the ancient times...the foundational times. the dinosaur ages.

[dkettchen]

Zoro def likes girls, def not just trans ppl who can fight him on equal footing hm hm

[arthursfuckinghat]

The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.

Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows

[vincentbriggs]

Dear person on the bus this morning with the Dracula quote tattoo whose phone was open to my youtube channel, sorry I pretended not to notice and also was too shy to say hello

[thisischeri]

Apple Power Mac G4, Mirrored Drive Doors, 2002

instagram: cheri.png

[viablemess]

Hey you. You know you should be doing The Thing. I don't want to do The Thing, either. But we can sit down and do it for 2 minutes together. Then we can do it for 5 minutes. Then 10. And so on and so forth until it is done. I'll be coming back to reiterate this.

To whoever needs to hear it: it does not have to be perfect. It does not have to be world altering. It just needs to be done. And I'll sit with you while you do The Thing.

Now go. Stop scrolling. Go work on The Thing. I'll be back to check on you and cheer us both on.

[alasblogpoetry]

post meridiem

seven : thirty-seven; my back on frozen solid dirt, my eyeballs pierce into heaven; i see the dashing yellow lights and scattered neon signs of godless civilization, i cannot hear a thing; people all around on earth, yet not soul with me in space; the cosmos begs: whom was i at birth?; why am i the i i know?; am i?; i'm the kindest sinner, wittiest moron, i'm so alive for someone who is dead; i'm a conscious oxymoron; i breathe in pride, breathe out regret; i reach up into the sky, my hand concealing jupiter and polaris; i close my eyes and the universe stops, leaving but a taste of the past, a taste so sweet and bitter; i close my eyes and the neon signs vanish, leaving but one self-conscious oxymoron: would i be the i i know, had the yellow lights been blue?, had jupiter been my north?; would regretful pride still be this sweet?; am i of virtuous nature?; seven : thirty-eight;

[someiicecube]

im normal about this IF game, i swear

[pawubits]

hihello idk where else to post this so ermmm

parkou r

[reunitedinterlude]

summer phantasy: the album

tracks 5-8 (x)

[ghost-bxrd]

Tim flicks a French fry at him, “Your reputation needs work.”

Jason’s eyes flicker an acidic green, the smile curving along his mouth turning dark. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” Tim says, a shiver running down his spine.

It’s unnerving, sure. Being trapped under that gaze. Feeling like a rabbit with a fox’s jaws clamped around its spine, waiting for-

Tim chokes on a French fry, hunching over, and Jason is quick to slap him on the back, almost booting him clean off the roof in the process.

“Easy, replacement,” he grunts when Tim is no longer in danger of a truly embarrassing death, “Fuck’s sake, I can shoot people in front of you and you ain’t batting an eye, but some mild threats do you in?”

“You’re very-“ Hot. And pretty much everything Tim’s ever dreamed of. And also his crush since, like, forever. And now miraculously back from the dead, and also-

“Intimidating,” he finishes lamely.

— sneak peak of the JayTim spite fic :)