#before and after the bomb

[b0tster]

i fucking hate this country

[skinnycookie]

Once on your lips, forever on your hips 😭

[bree-paints]

My copium where they all survive and they are an iconic one eyed trio

Also some random sketches because 266-267 have been killing me emotionally thank you

[heybiji]

dandelion casually dropping traumatic information while insisting that instead of killing the problem wizard they simply burn his tongue

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Still very wild to me when people try to gotcha Jason with the whole "if you can kill other people for being evil why can't they kill you" when jason is like. One of the most passively suicidal characters I've ever seen. What if man

[mysweetsinfulobsessions]

Ambessa when it comes to Maddy: she does bring her up to Caitlyn but quickly drops it because although she's noticed Maddy around, she's also noticed that she isn't quite that distracting and is therefore not a threat.

Ambessa when it comes to Vi, who she's never met, yet somehow already knows that Caitlyn is in love with and sees her as an immediate threat that needs to be eliminated asap because Vi is the real distraction for Caitlyn.

My POINT IS... EVERYONE knows Caitlyn is in love with Vi.

Yes, even Maddie...

Caitlyn doesn't even try to hide it. She made "a scene". I mean come on, you're telling me Maddy didn't figure it out here? And if Maddie knows, then every enforcer knows basically, every council member knew... everyone KNOWS

[foldingfittedsheets]

My first ever concert was Death Cab for Cutie. I was supposed to go with a friend but she bailed. The venue was this gorgeous local park that put on concerts over the summer so it was a big outdoor area.

I thought about not going but I was like, social anxiety be damned. I will go to this concert alone! I’d already bought the tickets and it would be an adventure. In my heart I was hoping someone might ask me to join them which in hindsight was fairly ludicrous given the insular nature of both Death Cab fans and Pacific Northwesters.

So I went alone and sat alone. I still had a pretty nice time and when the concert finished I got up, folded up my blanket, and headed out. I was a little puzzled more people weren’t leaving but I figured it was just that they were having a nice time with their friends on the grass.

I had made my way out of the venue when music started back up. I froze.

Readers, I didn’t know encores existed.

I stood outside the fence, feeling ridiculous, listening to my favorite song drifting along the night air over the barricade. The tickets were only good to be scanned once. I’m certain now if I’d explained to the door people they’d have let me back in, but I was young and embarrassed.

I sat outside the fence on the warm summer evening as the light faded, wishing I weren’t alone, listening to music about being lonely.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Big shout-out to the ocs and lore that depicts physical/appearance changes due to high concentration and uses of magic btw that shit is so cool. Whether your wizard's hair turns blue or straight up grows an extra arm due to the excessive amount of powerful magic they use everyday I eat that shit up. Bonus points if it's a rare/newly discovered condition or if your wizard is just straight up unrecognizable from arc 1 to arc 4. Bonus bonus points if the wizard gains a disability from it and has to learn to adapt to their new condition

[spacedlexi]

silly ep 1 redraws done time for the hurt

[karihighman]

Lisseth really said “bet” 🤣👏 love her & her photoshopping skills sm hahahahah

[jesse-pinko]

Honestly there are so many ppl I know irl that I will never be able to look at the same again… If you can hear “11,500 children killed” “crushed and buried patients alive with bulldozers” if you can look at videos of children with their limbs amputated screaming and crying because there is no anesthesia and your response is still “free the hostages!” or “but Hamas!” or “Israel has the right to exist” then you simply do not see Arabs as people, you cannot look at brown children and be reminded of your own kids because you see them as Other, and whether subconsciously or not your perception of the Middle East is of an innately war-torn, inherently violent place, and you have conveniently and utterly failed to comprehend how much of that is due to Western savagery and puppeteering. Why do you think it’s in any way acceptable for the US to regularly bomb other countries, but it was considered a war crime to the utmost degree when they physically retaliated against us? Why do you think Hamas holding hostages is the height of brutality when Israel is publicly expressing glee over killing thousands upon thousands of Palestinian children? If you think any of these things, you do not think of Arabs as people, you think of them as Other, unworthy of the protections and freedoms you take for granted.

[rizzzcat]

Enot and Arti visit metropolis!

[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

My Tumblr followers. If and when you see this. Just don't look at twitter man

This year is cooked

Sorry for the vent but omg this year man THIS YEAR UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (read tags for context)

[citrusai]

some shippers when solas has had important relationships from thousands of years ago and he can't just forgive himself for failing those closest to him then and go "okie dokie!" when his wife tells him he can come back home

[lord-squiggletits]

They're never gonna make a megop dynamic that's as good as IDW ever again and the sooner I accept that the sooner I'll be able to curb my disappointment when every continuity from now until the end of time makes Megatron and Optimus' story "Megatron is the gladiator/writer who actually has protagonist energy because he has goals and is starting a conflict against the government (antagonist), and Orion is just his bestie/simp friend tagging along bc he had no ambitions until Megatron showed him the light" like oh my god give OP initiative for once in his life I'm begging

[memento-morri-writes]

writing share - body horror edition

So, the lovely, amazing @space-writes expressed interest in reading my fucked-up body horror that I wrote last night/early this morning, and who am I to deny a friend? So, here you go:

A brief bit of context: Just under two days ago, Sigmar, Rook's beloved mentor and kinda-sorta father figure, ended up being revealed as a corpse being puppeted by the BBEG, Dr. Purity. The rest of the party brutally killed him while Rook watched. (Via tooth and claw, and also a sonic shockwave from a magic guitar.) And just today, Warren, the party gunslinger, a werewolf and Rook's other kinda-sorta father figure, died (like perma-forever, never-coming-back died) in order to save Rook's life. (Or rather, in order to resurrect Rook, since he was dead at the time.) Now Rook is extremely sleep-deprived and also being affected by mind-altering parasites, two factors that are working together to give him some pretty vivid and fucked-up hallucinations.

(fair warning, this isn't written out fully to the best of my abilities because this scene hasn't happened yet. So this is just my description of what Rook will be seeing and hearing, not a full prose write-up with his internal thoughts and all that. I will almost certainly do that after next week's session, though, so let me know if you want to see that then.)

major tw for extreme gore & maybe body horror under the cut (also emotional manipulation/guilt-tripping)

Rook hears a strange sound, like clumsy, disjointed footsteps. He looks around wildly for the source, and freezes. Out of the hallway we have just come from looms a horrible sight: Sigmar’s corpse is lurching towards him, somehow propelling itself on shattered limbs. All of his joints are dislocated, giving his body a freakishly elongated appearance. His shredded clothes are soaked with blood, and every inch of his skin is covered in hundreds of claw and tooth marks, all of which are weeping blood. A web of dark black veins branch out across his face, and thick black ichor drips from his mouth. It falls to the ground, splattering onto the tile with each step.  He reaches out towards Rook with jagged, broken fingers, and says, “Rook… your friends killed me. Slaughtered me. Ripped me to pieces like wild animals.” He takes another staggering step towards Rook, who backs away, shaking. Sigmar’s face is pleading as he says, “You said you trusted me. You promised to help me.” Rook takes another stumbling step backwards, shaking his head. “No…” he mutters, “no!” Sigmar points an accusing finger at Rook, and his demeanor changes, a dark fury crossing his face. For a moment Rook can see why people fear him. “I should never have spoken to you. I should have burned down Warren’s house with you still inside. It’s what the two of you deserve.” As if on cue, another shape lurches out of the shadows of a hallway across the way. It’s Warren. His chest has been blown open, his ribs pointing in every direction, and the remains of his guts are dripping from the hole where his stomach used to be. His body is splattered in gore. He’s missing one of his hands, the arm ending in a jagged point of bone surrounded by burnt and blackened flesh. He opens his mouth to speak, revealing pointed canine teeth that clash with his human appearance. “Rook, you stupid bastard. I died for you. You.” He bares his teeth and snarls at Rook, an animalistic sound that rattles him to his core. He takes an involuntary half-step backwards. Warren scoffs in disdain. “We should have left you to rot in that fungi-infested hallway. You brought him to us.” He glares pointedly at Sigmar, then looks back to Rook. “You’re the reason those two attacked us – attacked Cherry. You’re the reason I’m dead. The reason Cherry won’t ever have a father.” Sigmar steps closer, looking Rook up and down, disgust plainly visible on his face. “Speaking of fathers, yours was right: You are a useless piece of shit.” He spits in Rook’s direction, then takes another step closer.  Across the room, Warren moves to flank him. “Traitor.” “Liar,” Sigmar adds as the two stalk closer, matching each other step for step.  The corpses lumber forwards, stumbling on broken legs until they’re so close that Rook can smell them. The awful scents of Warren’s burnt flesh and the blood soaking Sigmar’s clothes fill his nose, nauseating and overwhelming. They’re right in front of him now. He tries to shrink away, further into the corner, but to no avail. His limbs refuse to obey, and he stays frozen in place. They reach for him, one with shattered fingers, the other with a charred stump of an arm, and say in unison, “good-for-nothing”. As they do, he hears a third voice layered over the other two: his father. But he doesn’t have time to think on this, because in that moment their outstretched arms reach him, and everything goes black.