#and that has to be such a wretched feeling ]

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

She's a runner she's a trackstAaaAaArrrr

Just kidding ANYWHO

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THE CAST MEMBERS WERE SELF AWARE OF US

AND I MEAN

US

A/N: us? .....OH. hehehehehe~ alright then

RACEWAY AU REACTS TO THIRSTY FANS

WARNING: kinda suggestive, kinda cringe BUT SO MUCH FUN

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CAINE: Surprisingly bashful. He has no problem with attention, he lives for it, but THIS might be a little much for him. He'll confidently roll with the jokes and comments, but on the inside he is flustered and screaming for help. Thirsty fans have him sweating.

POMNI: Tsudere to the MAX. She tries way too hard to be unbothered that it circles back around to be very bothered. She's a flustered mess every time there is a flirty message or romantic gift. She doesn't care tho. Baka.

RAGATHA: She's as red as her hair, but is SUPER flattered. She'll personally thank each person that says something nice to her. The more suggestive comments will leave her speechless.

JAX: He loves that there are fans out there that would do anything for him, no matter what he does. Takes FULL advantage of them. If you love him, you'll be his footstool. (Unless he comes across a more assertive individual. It doesn't take much to turn the tables.)

GANGLE: She laughs nervously and backs away slowly. She's shy under the best of circumstances, but this will have her running away. Even if you're thirsty, please be kind to her.

ZOOBLE: "Weirdos." Very aloof, but if you look closely. They're blushing.

KINGER: He's super bashful about it. Not ashamed, but he's shy about that kind of attention. He doesn't feel he deserves it.

GUMMIGOO: Are you a furry? Jk, it doesn't matter. Who doesn't love a big, strong, confident reptile? Even if things could get a little...sticky.

LOO: She's a diva. She's a superstar. Signed pinups, anyone? She has an entire wardrobe ready for a photoshoot.

SETH: He LOVES the attention. Thirsty fans are how he became a more developed character. A thirsty fan literally became his canon partner. He knows the crowd is down bad for him and he's living it UP.

ABEL: He's...surprised. Then again, he can understand being attracted to power. He finds its allure to be rather intoxicating. He'll hear you wretched little heathens out. There's a chained collar with your name on it.

[sunderwight]

Bingqiu AU where Luo Binghe's the chosen village sacrifice to the evil deity who lives up the mountain.

Normally the village sends maidens, but they've more or less run out of expendable girls of the right age and, ahem, "virtues". So of course Luo Binghe's early life bad luck kicks in. In the wake of his mother's death there's no one to really care about what happens to him, he's fairly pretty, and the village leaders decide that if they dress him up like a girl the teenaged homeless kid should pass well enough. And hey, y'know, he's probably got a hard life ahead for him anyway -- dying in a brothel of some venereal disease or on the streets of exposure or starvation. At least as a sacrifice, everyone else gets to benefit from his loss! And the kid will get added to a shrine and be remembered as a hero! If anything, he should be happy about this!

Binghe is not happy about this.

But he's also a skinny underfed nobody who is easily overpowered, dressed up like a bride, and tied to a post. So. Not much he can do but wait for the evil deity to come and do whatever horrible thing he's gonna do to him.

Meanwhile, Shen Yuan is pretty sure he's been isekai'd into the over-powered hero of some kind of supernatural adventure story? He's not totally sure because he doesn't recognize the setting, but the signs are there. He's got a shrine-like base of operations (though it seems to have become corrupted/ruined, probably he has to restore it somehow), he has a very resilient and handsome new body with spiritual energy of some kind flowing through him, and a very clearly magical sword. Plus lots of neat starter powers! Though it feels like he has other abilities that have been blocked somehow? Probably he has to level up in order to access them.

When he treks out of his "base" and finds what seems to be a distressed maiden, he takes it for his beginner hero mission. The girl claims that she's been doomed to be sacrificed to an evil god. That sounds a little above Shen Yuan's pay grade for dealing with, so he unties her and decides that they had better just get out of the whole region altogether. He already packed up anything useful from his base, anticipating he might get caught up in an adventure once he left, so they follow the river away from the settlement until they reach another one.

While they travel, Luo Binghe tells Shen Yuan about the cursed deity, Shen Qingqiu, who was cast out of the heavens for slaughtering one of his brethren and has apparently being do-who-knows what to maidens from the local village in exchange for his "protection" ever since. Sounds like a real asshole! And also mid-level boss type bad guy at least. Shen Yuan hopes he doesn't have to fight him, but he probably will.

Thank goodness he found Binghe, though! Clearly the helpful little sister type! He's definitely going to require her assistance if he's going to figure out how to navigate this world and level up his skills enough to take on a god.

[aceduchessdragoness]

UPDATE: August 21, 2024

Displaced for the 8th Time - The Balousha family truly does not know where to go. Deir Al Balah was the last "standing" town in Gaza, and with these evacuation orders and mounting violence, the future is dark and uncertain. It is not an exageration to say we are watching a final phase of genocide commence. Please donate to get them out before it's too late.

UPDATE: September 7, 2024

A sobering update:

A few days ago a massive bomb was dropped 3 tents away from where Mahmoud's family was sleeping. The immensely loud sound was what first woke them up, following by the feeling of the world beneath you literally shattering and becoming engulfed in fire.

It is a true miracle that Mahmoud's family was not injured, but the harrowing reality is there is no proimse that their tent won't be bombed next, because NO ONE is safe in Gaza.

Mahmoud's innocent nieces were forced to endure the smell of burning human flesh, to watch the smouldering remains of their neighbors be dug out from the debris - please donate so they can escape from this wretched nightmare. Their lives are quite literally in your hands.

UPDATE: September 15, 2024

Almost a Year of War

Mahmoud's family has miracoulously survived a war that has taken out over 10% of the Gazan population thus far, however as the one-year anniversary of this nightmare approaches, so does winter. Currently they have no proper clothing or shelter for winter. I hope to raise funds so that they can purchase sweaters, socks, coats, blankets, and whatever heating device they can access, even if it's a battery-powered heater. Without acquiring these necesities, it is unlikely that Mahmoud's eldery and sick parents, as well as his very young nephews and nieces can survive the upcoming cold.

UPDATE: September 23, 2024

Flooded by Rain:

Yesterday was a day of horror as frigid rainwater leaked through the thin walls of the tent, flooding all of the family's belongings and destroying their meager flour provisions. Below is a screenshot of the conversation I had with Mahmoud's sister, where she showed me a video of the flooded tent. She told me she and her daughter's wish for death. Please donate so they can buy an insulated tent to survive the winter...

UPDATE: November 7, 2024

Thank you all for helping us reach our initial goal! When I first set up the fundraiser I randomly picked $50,000 hoping the war would end before we even raised half of it...Unfortunately the war is still ongoing and the funds are still desperately needed as less and less aid enters Gaza, increasing the prices of the little that is available. Another consideration is when I transfer the money to Mahmoud's brother in law's bank account, the bank takes a 30% cut of the money. Below is a receipt of my most recent transfer into Gaza. So please, continue to donate, you are quite literally the reason why the Balousha family hasn't starved to death yet.

(picture of payment and recipient information)

What is very strange is that all the American media are talking about breaking into the house of Mark, the owner of the famous squirrel, searching his house and killing his squirrel... I am against this matter and I condemn it just as the American media condemned it, but where is the American media? And its condemnation of what Israel did to the Palestinian people? ..the landowner

There is no harm in sympathizing with this issue and against what the government did to the squirrel, as it is an animal that deserves mercy. I personally love animals very much. Some love them too.

But what the Israeli occupation has been doing for a year and two months, killing, airstrikes and besieging the people of Gaza, has not caught their attention. It is strange that there are still those who support Israel. How come their hearts are not moved when it comes to children and people? Help my family here 👈

I thank the free peoples who support the Palestinian cause. There are many forms of support. Each of you has great love in our hearts, and the American people in particular.

Please continue to support us, we need it most.

To support my family here 🍉👈

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[elklounge]

Travis Hackett/Ted Raimi was originally supposed to have a scene/script part mentioning that Travis is a romance novel enthusiast. Here is the concept art of it done by @/wes_nike_illustrator on Instagram.

Thank you to discord user: cleucas for showing me this omg.

Close up of both novels.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 96

Part 1 Part 95

Mom makes him go home when he starts dosing on Steve’s hospital bed. But it’s okay because she kisses Steve’s cheek before she leaves, and Eddie and Wayne stay parked by his side. 

The connection’s easier now. It’s like all that time straining for Steve has snapped something into place. He can feel them all the time, a warm buzzing in his chest. He wonders if he runs hot now. If the warmth will diffuse through his whole being, make coats obsolete even in the dead of winter. 

Hopper is waiting for them in the waiting room, El burrowed into his side. She looks wan, and tired, drooping into her extravagant coat, eyeliner running down her cheeks like she’s been crying. Something inside him twists when he looks at her.

Before he can untangle that knot of emotion, Hopper stands up, both hands slapping against his knees first the same way Mike’s dad does before he gets up from his recliner. “You ready to go?” he asks, not looking away from Mom. 

When Will glances up, Mom’s smiling up at Hopper in a way he doesn’t want to think about. The adults talk quietly in front, leaving El to stumble tiredly along beside Will. She’s staring at the side of his face. Will can’t bring himself to look back. 

“Steve,” she says, sounding the word out and making it longer like it still tastes foreign on her tongue. “He is okay?”

When Will gets up the courage to look over, her eyes are big and worried. He smiles at her helplessly. It’s almost funny how innocent she looks; like she’s a bunny dressed up in punk clothes. “He’ll be okay.”

She smiles, small and close lipped, but it still beams out of her like the sun. Will tilts his head to the side and tries to see what Mike sees in her. He wants to hide her in Castle Byers, build a fortress around her, and keep her away from all the lab people for the rest of her life. 

Is that howMike felt, hiding her in his basement, giving her frozen eggos and keeping his mouth shut? 

But then her lips thin and she looks forward again. The feelings vanishes. It’s just El, hia friend, despite how much of Mike’s attention she’d snapped up just by being herself. 

“I’m glad,” she says, looking at Hopper’s broad back as she takes two steps for each one of his. 

It’s quiet after that, the way it always is after; all of them too brittle and bruised and bone-deep tired for conversation.

Hopper’s truck rat-a tat-tats itself to life in the hospital parking lot. The radio croons out something quiet and thrumming until Hopper reaches over to shut it off.

El’s heads smushed into the window, vibrating against the pot-holed roads of Hawkins.

Will’s so tired he’s wide awake. 

He watches the familiar buildings of Hawkins flicker by. It's been a long time since knowing his surroundings brought any comfort. 

Monsters could live behind every door, every tree, every smiling face.

He’s not sure any of them will ever feel safe again. 

Will closes his eyes, locking the scenery out so he can focus on the bundle of warmth in his chest. They’re still huddled together, two sparks merging in his chest. 

The past couple days have been a necessary violation of Eddie’s private feelings. He’d bared them all with love confessions and grasping hands, trying to pull Steve back from the edge of immolation. 

He’s not even sure Steve knows, hopes he does. Steve deserves to hold that love delicately between his palms and choose what to do with it. 

He won’t crush it, even if it’s unreturned. He’ll hold it gently like he always does.

Will doesn’t realize he fell asleep, or that they’d arrived home until he’s in free-fall. It feels like one of those falling dreams where you wake up solidly in the middle of your bed, but this time he really is tumbling, only Jonathan’s arms keeping him from hitting the gravel. 

“Are you okay?” he asks shakily as he pulls Will into his chest, holding him tight enough to hurt. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Mom murmurs, wrapping them both up in her arms, chin landing solidly on Jonathan’s shoulder, sandwiching Will between their bodies. “Everyone’s fine, right Will?”

Will murmurs his affirmation, feeling groggy and confused in the light of day. 

“I was with Nancy,” Jonathan whispers. “I was just with Nancy, and you were–I almost–”

“Shh,” Mom cuts him off, reaching up to cradle his face and smile up at him. Will barely catches the edge of his watering eyes from his restricted vantage point between them. “Everyone’s fine.”

“I should have been he–”

“Jonathan,” Mom interrupts again, sharper this time. “Everyone is fine. You deserve a normal life.”

“But Will–”

“I’m fine!” Will cuts in this time. 

Jonathan pulls back, looking down at him with worried, droopy eyes. “And Steve? Mike said he was possessed.”

Will feels that bundle of warmth in his heart, lets it shine through his smile as he looks up at his brother. “He’ll be okay.” As Jonathan droops with relief, Will feels his smile turn cheeky. “Eddie will never let you forget that you were on a date while we were fighting monsters, though.”

Jonathan closes his eyes, pained while Mom laughs. 

It’s not until they’re walking toward the front door that Will notices the lack of demo-dog bodies. There’s still puddles of black oil-slick blood, but everything else looks normal. Who covered their tracks? The lab? Hopper?

He settles down for the debrief, pillowing his head on Jonathan’s shoulder as Hopper’s even tones flit through his brain. 

Maybe familiar places no longer hold any comfort, but Jonathan’s bony frame is enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

Part 97

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[beef-brisket]

Sera and Emily searched the town high and low. But the situation just kept getting worse. Everyone was gone. Every lycan, every wretched failed parasitic host of Sera's that failed.

Even Urias corpse was on top of an old house, the wood only barely holding his weight.

Sera needed blood. She could already feel her skin bristling with need. But the village was completely empty.

Emily joined her mother as they did the unthinkable. They drank from Urias' corpse. But they were desperate. Emily wasn't as much as her mother, but she wasn't sure when they'll get blood again.

Emily: How did things go so wrong, mother? Mother Lilith had Charlotte all ready to go- and one filthy man was able to stop us? Stop her? Things aren't adding up.

Sera: I can't help but agree with you, my dear. He knew where to find our flask- even when I hid it away so well.

Emily: I believe there is something else going on. Maybe my dear brother has something to do with this.

Sera: I know Adam is odd at the best of times and... a male- BUT he is my son. He would not betray me. If he's out there, that filthy man does not have a lot of time. Adam will be getting hungry. We know how your brother likes to put off his feeding until he's a savage animal!

Emily: Mm- yes. We better find him then, mother. I want to watch the carnage~.

The two found a couple of tracks leading out of the village. By the size, one was definitely Adam. Thankfully, the weather had cleared up so they could see them clearly.

They followed them. Sera will find her son soon and bring him home.

Have you seen Resident Evil: Village? All I'm saying is Adam and Emily as two of the three sisters and Sera as Lady Dimitrescu.

Lucifer is Ethan trying to find Charlie.

At first, Adam was on his mother and sisters side- but because they have a weird thing against dudes, he eventually helps Lucifer.

Trust me, it feels illegal not to make Adam the stunning Lady Dimitrescu, but for story reasons, he'll be one of her kids.

I mean, their hot. What can I say? Adam would look great like this 🤷

Adam: Mmm- man flesh~.

Lucifer: ...Kinda gay, man.

Adam: It's not gay.

Lucifer: It is- man flesh? Really?

Adam: ...

Lucifer: ...

Adam: *stabs sickle into his leg and drags him away* Mother!

I have seen it! Ha I love this. ((Yes he'd rock being the Lady of the house 😩))

Lucifer: Ow!! What the fuck!?

Adam: It's not gay! Mother was right.

[canisalbus]

Look, I know it's supposed to end badly. But I need to admit that in my head, they declared a mutual "fuck this shit" to the world and society. Packed all the stuff they could one late night and escaped to a remote open plain in the middle of some thick woods where they spent the rest of their lives healing and living freely in nature.

I've been having a lot of intense feelings about them as well. The tragical elements are so baked in to their story and setting, it's hard to imagine a happy ending for them. But every now and then I find myself thinking of scenarios and AUs where they both live and grow old together. For coping purposes, I suppose.

[lully-jo]

I have a headcanon as to why Alisaie hates being mistaken for Alphinaud and also why Alphi doesn't flirt around like he did in the Studium anymore.

We all know Ali was the weird girl in school and Alphi was super popular and always showing off for girls in school. Thing is, Ali and Alphi are identical and so imagine poor little Alisaie always being a sort of awkward social outcast and someone comes up to talk to her which is exciting holy shit making friends until they realize it's Ali and not Alphi and they make the most disappointed expression. Can you imagine how fuckin' hurtful that would feel?

One day some girl comes up to Ali thinking she's Alphinaud trying to flirt it up with him and it's the final straw. Ali finds Alphinaud and tells him to stop fucking around because if she has to deal with one more of his little girlfriends she's going to kill him. And he sees the tears welled up in her eyes despite the rage on her face and he understands and never does it again not because he's afraid she'll fight him but because he genuinely feels bad for how it's impacted her.

[moonlume]

tumblr said draw something bad so I did but I'm mad I still didn't feel anything

[punisheye]

One arm lifts so he can drag it across his face, to mop up his wet eyes before the tears can spill over. Wolfwood's never liked killing, he would have gotten no joy out of killing Knives by his own hand, and each life taken is just another stain on his heart and his conscience. He told his husband he had no right to take a life whenever he wanted.

Even if he was well-meaning. Even if he knows the person was wretched, dangerous. Because how can you tell in the future who really "deserves" it? It's not his job. Not anymore.

He'd rather have soil from the garden and ground espresso beans on his palms and under his nails than blood. He prefers the smell of coffee and a homemade meal over gun polish and copper and sand.

"Alright," he croaks. He really would be giving Knives everything he wants by letting his thoughts veer down this path. Would just continue to play right into his hands. That's how he got here in the first place.

It's hard, still. Things aren't completely peaceful at home yet, despite how much time it's been. It feels rocky, tumultuous, and distant. It makes the loneliness worse. It makes him wonder if they'll make it through at all. But he has to.

Wolfwood reaches over to the bag of candy and shoves his hand into it and drags out a peanut butter cup, slowly peeling the wrapper off.

"I can't give him what he wants," he says, voice quieter this time, mostly to himself. There could be hope for him yet. Forgiveness, even. Change isn't impossible. He just has to start all over again.

Vash picked out a caramel apple-flavored lollipop to taste in the meanwhile, allowing Wolfwood to gather himself enough to speak again.

…Though when he does continue, he just sounds worse. As he listens, the Plant shifts the way he sits, tilting to the side to hug his knees while sitting on the table bench. He pulls the lollipop out of his mouth, carrying the stick between his middle and ring finger to respond.

"Well, we can't take back what's been done; but, that counts for the sacrifices you've all made, just as much as it does for what you did to my brother. N'to yourself, and to all of us. It's not gone anywhere.

"So. Um. Here's—Here's what I think." A short sigh. Stamps scratches the back of his head with his free hand, before that arm returns to wrap around his knees.

"I know… My brother. And I know he wants you to feel like this. To see yourself this way, and t'make you believe love isn't gonna make its way back to you for what you've done.

"But that's the real lie, Wolfwood. 'No matter how dark it gets', right? You heard her as much as my brother and I have. ...Whatever happens, that blank ticket can't be thrown away.

"You can have it again, if you want it."

[chiropteracupola]

And you would not believe me if I tried / To tell you all the things I've seen / And all the places that I've been / So pour the hall another cup of wine...

[a cei for @mortiscausa’s ’march to camelot,’ for the prompt ‘kinship’]

[chocodile]

An illustration of Bani, my cat who passed away at the beginning of March 2023. She was my best friend. I still miss her every day.

A little writeup/”poem”(?) about her last few years under the cut.

When Bani was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease in early 2020, I asked her to make it through the pandemic because it felt like the world was ending and I couldn't lose her, too. And she did.

When we moved to a new state in 2021, we asked her to make it for a while in the new house because I didn't want this happy new chapter of our lives to be tainted with such a painful loss so early on. I wanted the house to feel like our family’s house, not "the house without Bani." And she did.

When she had her first major health crisis in early summer 2022 at the same time I was trying to job hunt, I asked her to make it through me getting settled into the new job, because I was already feeling out of my depth and struggling with the adjustment and needed her support and love to keep strong. And she did.

When she was almost 18 in fall of 2022, we asked her to make it to 18, because I had been telling people for ages that my cat was "almost 18 years old" and I didn't want her to always be "almost 18 years old". I wanted to celebrate her birthday with her. And she did.

When we had plans to leave for Christmas at the end of 2022, we asked her to make it through until we got back, because it would be too impossibly sad for her to pass while we weren't here to be with her. And she did.

When my birthday was coming up in January 2023, I asked her to make it past my birthday, because I wanted to be with her on my birthday. And she did.

The winter has been long and hard and cold and miserable. Earlier this winter, before Christmas, Katie asked her to make it to March. I thought that March was a lot to ask of such an old cat. I wasn’t sure if she had that much juice left in her. I would understand if she didn’t.

But she did. At 18 years and 3 months old, she made it to March 2nd, 2023. But by then she was very old and very, very tired. Katie and I told her it was alright, she’d done enough and could rest now.

She passed away in my arms, on her favorite pillow, with Aunt Katie beside her, in bed, cozy and warm with a tummy full of cheese, just as she would have wanted.

[locoier]

i love qsmp because it forces me to like. actually work on my language skills. like so often i find myself watching content in portuguese with spanish translations. so im watching content in the language im trying to learn with subtitles in my second language and i know that my brain is actually working and learning yippie

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

The Communist Manifesto didn't come out until 1848, so it's impossible for Feuilly to have read it in canon; however, Les Mis wasn't published until 1862, and I refuse to believe that Feuilly's character was not at least informed by some of the ideas.

[the-goblinprince]

people dont understand the importance of making elias look boring. it makes all the fandom memes way funnier. just this normal looking grown ass man but everyone writes him as babygirling his way through life