#and then die

[thecultoflove]

i’m working on something that starts with s and ends with -hrignold and omg eepy hit me halfway through so i put them in the sleep beam

this is literallyhow i feel right now I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING itook like threesleeping pills and ifeel like my face is about to slam into the god damn keyboard PLEASEPLEASEEE THIS DOESN'T NEED TO BE AS FUNNY AS IT IS??%#?%# I NEEDED IT RIGHT NOW IM GOING THROUGH SOMETHING ON A GROUP CHAT OMFG I'M GONNA THROW YOU DIRECTLY INTO ATHE PAPER SHREDDER YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF IS

[c4tth3w]

boston bruins you will implode in 5 seconds

[endlayer]

going out of town for a few days and im really scared honestly. i have to be up early but i can't sleep

[stiltonbasket]

I see your post answering about 'til the end of the moon au. I read that .... And I want to see more of it!!! Aaaaaaaa. It could be a cute story or an angst story. I dont know if it fortunate that i never see the drama so it wont fill my head with the possible plot or unfortunate because i cant imagine it to quench my curiosity

I haven't seen TTEOTM either; all I know is that the heroine (Ye Xiwu) travels back in time to defeat a demon king(?) and eventually falls in love with him.

I just thought it would be interesting to see an A-Yuan who a) lost several sets of guardians by the age of 16, including Lan Wangji, b) actually believes that Wei Wuxian was responsible for this, and c) stumbles into a "kill the resurrected YLLZ" plot that was supposed to kill him, as the only remaining witness who could conceivably know something about how Lan Wangji was murdered.

A-Yuan would like to escape and get word to the Cloud Recesses ASAP, but this strangely comforting and familiar Xian-gege is going to plant him in the soil today and take him shopping for vegetables tomorrow, so perhaps he'll wait for another day...

[anonbinaryweirdo]

nvm i just got another notification and it WASN'T from yui I'm not drawing shit

[aparticularbandit]

Also. Junko. Honey. Baby. Sweetie. If you didn't want people to see pictures of your face to find out you and Mukuro weren't the same.

WHY DO YOU HAVE ONE OF YOUR MAGAZINES LITERALLY IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM. FOR THE ENTIRE GAME.

BABE. IT'S LIKE YOU WANTED THEM TO FIGURE IT OUT.

....

Just going to add this to my Junko wanted them to win theory.

[astral-from-afar]

Tobari is true. Why bring child ninjas into this, especially in a life or death situation

[fuckitloveyou]

I can't believe this is how Thomas and Manu's last WC will end

[vamptits]

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

[steampunkforever]

I would still use my turn signals in the Mad Max Wasteland. They'd call me "Signal" because I'd hit my blinker before ramming the enemy hot rods into the side of a desert ravine. I'd use my turn signal every time. They would respect me for this.

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[ricemilk413]

"It's too late, its always too late"

Crowley starts off his confession already terrified, already most of the way to mourning, but his voice really starts to go to pieces when he says “and we’ve spent our entire existence pretending we aren’t. Well, these last few years, not really.” And you can just see it sinking in — after all these years of pretending, this is all we get? These few years of half-admitting, half-having? Never saying it was love?

I think that’s why he can’t get through “and I would like to spend — ”. Whatever time we have left together. Really together. Before it all comes apart. He’s just realizing that after all this time, he won’t get to.

[shadovvheart]

i will... draw for fun... the things that..... bring me joy ...

[heartiella]

[bunabi]

I'm in awe of how we ran historical revisionism on the civil rights movement so bad that people truly believe it was quiet self-sacrifcial non-disruptive christ-like activism that forced progress and not — like — the incredible economic pressure of boycotts and outbreaks of illegal civil disobedience

Yapping to the choir but eughhh it burns me up girl effective protests have to be loud and inconvenient for change to happen because silent cries die in the dark that's the entire pointtt