#am i going to hell for this?

[mpliego]

🗡 In this life, or the next… 🗡

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[ink-ray]

Cant stop thinking about this garlic knot I ate last night that looked like baby Jesus in that manger

[bloodypeachblog]

Just something before I go to sleep for the night.

[princedyrewrites]

Rogue AI (Ver. 2): Don't Eat the Red Snow

Here's the second version of my writing assignment! In this version, Billy has a sister instead of a brother. Content Warning: The decapitation of a child and implied massacre.

...even I begin to wonder what the hell goes on inside my brain...

It was early one Christmas morning, the two Walker children rushing down the stairs, their parents groggily trudging in behind them. Mr. Walker nods at his kids, giving them the okay to begin tearing into their presents. Mrs. Walker takes a special gift from the mantle, handing it to her children.   They open the box, both gasping in awe as they stare at what’s inside. A brand-new AT-13 drone with advanced AI. The thing Billy and his sister had begged their parents to get them for weeks but were told that it was too expensive.   "We managed to grab this one on a major discount." Mr. Walker explains, chuckling lightly at their reactions.   Billy and his sister jump up, quickly thanking their parents and then rushing outside to test the new toy.   The first thing Billy does is test how high he could fly it, but after a few minutes of playing with it, the drone began to act strangely. It began jerking in random directions when Billy tried the controller, and then it stopped responding altogether. The drone went after a few bypassing birds, bumping one and seemingly killing another. Eventually it ceased its attack on the birds, now focusing on the two children who were responsible for setting it free.   Billy's confusion quickly turns to a cold terror as the drone flies toward him and his sister at an alarming speed. Billy ducks for cover at the last minute, bracing himself for the impact of the drone... But it doesn’t happen. Instead, he hears an odd sound, glancing up in time to watch his sister’s headless body fall to the ground. The drone and her decapitated head lay only a few feet away, blood painting the snow red.   Billy lets out a dreadful scream, getting his parents’ attention and causing them to come rushing outside. They freeze, staring in horror at the scene before them. The drone buzzes, its now loose blades flopping as it seems to try and dislodge itself from the snow.  That day, the Walker family, and the rest of the city (or at least, those who remained), learned to never buy discounted AI. The price is cut for a reason. In this case, the reason is an AI with a taste for blood.  

...Does this mean I'm going to hell? Lol.

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[ace-succo]

Dante is actually so gay it's so hypocritical of him writing a circle in Hell where gay people are punished

[spielzeugkaiser]

Being on the nostalgia train this week really helped stretching my artistic legs again. So here, have some old things and some new! For now I'm done with this.

[yudol-skorbi]

beautiful magical fey princess

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flower Empowered.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[greelin]

equipping these not for strategic reasons. but gay ones

[ministarfruit]

DID Y’ALL SEE THE NEW APOLLO JUSTICE VISUALS BECAUSE WOOO YEAH WOWZA anyway I drew a low budget version of it which you may see here

[the-bi-space-ace]

Never forget that Echo is an ARC trooper. Never forget that Echo is a badass. Never forget that Echo is a capable and experienced soldier and strategist. Never forget that Echo is impressive as fuck and an incredibly skilled man who can hold his own and never backs down from a fight.

[technically-human]

Ooh, now that we’ve seen N!Edwin and DP!Edwin talk about Feelings could we see the same with N!Charles and DP!Charles?

As simple as that.

Edwins version

ko-fi

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[petitefragiledoll]

[familyvideostevie]

happy birthday joel miller. sorry about all the stuff that happened. do you want a blow job

[twilightkitkat]

Can we talk about the dynamics of Logan "I eat anything and scarf it down immediately" Howlett and Wade "I only eat the same 10 foods in different fonts" Wilson?

Logan is used to living without. Even as a child, he had to get by when he was sick with the food his family could afford. Once he joined the military, he had to survive on the limited rations he was given. He didn't have room to be picky—he either ate what he was given or didn't eat at all. And in war, he had to eat eventually.

His preferences didn't matter. He was always treated as a soldier, a weapon, and his food reflected that. He'd get enough protein and carbohydrates to fuel his power but that was it. Food was for functional use, not to be enjoyed. It didn't matter if it tasted disgusting, he just inhaled it so the taste wouldn't linger.

He's also an extremely quick eater. He's feral and ravenous when hungry, tearing into meat with his claws and hands. He lived in the army, in the mountains, through the Great Depression, and in dangerous situations where he hunted for himself. To him, food is a scarce resource and if you don't eat it while you can, you might not have it tomorrow. So he takes gigantic bites and tears into food no matter how bland and unappealing it was because that's all he knows. His standards for food are just that it has to have nutrients and not be poisoned.

Wade, on the other hand, is more picky. If he had to choose between eating something he hates or not eating, he'd rather just starve. At first, in the army, he did eat what was given to him even if he disliked it, but it was purely for survival. He choked it down even when it made him vaguely nauseous and disgusted. But later, he'd hoard stashes of his own food that he managed to steal or barter for or bet on. It was better to be hungry most of the time than satiate his hunger temporarily only to fight to keep it down and feel sick the entire day.

The second he has the freedom to pick his own food, he sticks to things he knows he likes. That he feels comfortable with. He's picky about brands and specific types of food and how it has to be cooked or made, but he manages. He can normally find something on the menu he's OK with, even if he often has order a kid's meal. But most places have grilled cheese sandwiches and chicken tenders and macaroni, and people chalk it up to him being childish and silly, so nobody pays much attention.

Wade sees food as one of the only things he can control. He's been devoid of true choice for most of his life. He couldn't control getting cancer or being forced to turn into a horrific mutant. He couldn't save his relationship with Vanessa. When everything around him was collapsing, he hyperfixated on the little things he could control like food or clothing.

The two, together, learn to have a healthier relationship with food.

Logan was the first person to truly pay attention to Wade. To see which foods he liked and which he picked at and grimaced towards when nobody was looking. When Logan abruptly said he'd cook dinner one day, Wade was nervous, but nearly started bawling when Logan made homemade chicken tenders and macncheese. He noticed. He cared.

It was the first time Wade could be open and let someone see he was genuinely affected by food instead of him just playing it up as a lunatic. And Logan took him seriously and didn't make fun of him. He learned recipes to make the foods Wade liked but healthier and more balanced. He helped Wade finally get the nutrients he needed consistently without feeling sick to his stomach.

And Wade helped Logan too.

Logan was never allowed to have preferences. To have a sweet tooth or ask for more. To expect quality. But here Wade was, buying him some apple cinnamon-filled pastry just because he looked at it too long in the store.

Logan was never allowed to have dessert. To have sweet food just for the sake of it even after a meal. His eyes become wet as he clutches the pastry between his shaking hands and takes a bite. He's allowed this. To have the comforts in life. To eat just because it tasted good.

Someone cared about him enough to buy him what he wanted just because he'd enjoy them, not just to keep him functioning as a tool. Wade treated him as human. Like he was precious. Like he deserved the nice things in life.

And Wade reminds him of this. He stocks their kitchen with desserts that Logan likes, because he knows that Logan secretly enjoys sweet things. He sees the way he sniffs the air and wanders close to the fresh-baked goods of a bakery. He keeps snacks around the house, so Logan can eat whenever he want. Even if it isn't a "necessary meal."

And Wade learns to be more comfortable and try new variations of foods he likes that Logan makes. Because Logan knows the textures and flavors he hates and is somehow able to create a few new dishes entirely that he likes. He stops dreading mealtime or trying new foods. And Wade feels comfortable just trying the food without pressure, knowing that he can just not finish it if he doesn't want to and that someone else will.

And Logan learns to let himself enjoy eating again. To see it as less of a chore for the maintenance of his body and more as an enjoyable activity. Wade reminds him that he can eat just because he wants to and that it's OK to have preferences and ask for things. Logan feels well cared for. Pampered, almost. And he basks in the feeling of being wanted and loved and being allowed to express it through cooking and food.