#but Thine be done

[oobbbear]

Art doll based on this design of mine :]⭐️~

[commander-wame]

Pspspsps tell me about your rangers. Or about your characters who love animals or have a neat connection w them. Or anythign. Really.

[jackassbroadcast]

GETTT FUCKING DUNKED ON

(Its not even over yet but the fact it was cecil is who broke reigen’s sweep on tumblr is so funny to me, the blueprint sexyman shows the new guy how its done )

[last-flight-of-fancy]

there's literally so much i want to draw from shadowbringers i spent three hours doodling and still did not get through the list, or even to my own character (whom i love and adore) once

.... well. except that top one, anyway

[badolmen]

Soldiers kill sheep in the streets and I see bison skulls piled high, the bullets are made in the United States.

Trees are set ablaze by tanks and I see Moses kneeling in fear and reverence, God does not speak from these flames.

The people starve and I see seaweed gathered in baskets on Irish shores, Dutch tulip bulbs boiled with rabbit bones.

When they said ‘never again’ it was never for love of the hundreds of millions murdered, nor fear of the systems that allowed such evil to rise. They said ‘never again’ to shipping lane inconveniences, to stock market woes, and to being seen for cowards.

At least a coward would sit in quiet fear, content in inaction. Now they sign over billions, condemning millions to the total destruction. Where is the shame? Where is the apathy? At least in that I can call them mere cowards. What else am I to call them but the evil they so long taught me to revile?

God have mercy on their souls. God have mercy on ours. For the body is doomed - the bombs will still fall, the blood will still spill, the graves of thousands will fill.

(How long is the queue to the pearly gates? Is St. Peter agrieved to see so many young faces? Are wives rejoicing or grieving the reunion with their husbands? Does the brother laugh or cry when he finds his sister among the crowd?)

From Carthage to Auschwitz we were warned. From Roman roads to shipping lanes we watched the weapons trade hands. And when we cry out to the powers that be, they turn away - unseeing, unhearing, unfeeling. Machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts.

But the horror is in knowing they are not machines. This is not their nature. They are men. Born with a love for humanity in their hearts, a desire for community and companionship and art. How did they lose such a fundamental part of their being? Was it beaten out of them by bitter men before them or did they discard it themselves, as though it were a cancer to be excised? Does it matter when they so zealously jump knee deep in blood and bone among bomb shattered homes?

And while it is troubling to consider that, being human, we too can have our hearts hardened, it is far more uncomfortable to consider that, being human, they may one day revert to natural compassion. And what does one do when the machine becomes man again? When he proves it was a choice all along? A choice he refused and snubbed until the bodies cooled and the graves grew grassy with age?

God forgive what I cannot.

[i3utterflyeffect]

oh god apparently it's also been eating my notifications. i think the dashboard bar is just frozen

[tricornonthecob]

I need you all to understand the transcendent joy of finding evidence of People Being Trash Gremlins Through Time.

I present to you, the Bog House Miscellany

a compendium of funny graffiti in ordinaries, taverns, and public shitters in London in the early 18th century. Published anonymously by Hurlo Thrumbo, may their name be forever blessed.

With such gems as:

If you're gonna moan about being broke, at least make a good pun out of it.

I absolutely read all the pauses in Ha! Ha! Ha!

Some quality shitter discourse

For some reason this has tumblr reblog thread energy

yooooooooooo

I have absolutely read something akin to this in a public bathroom somewhere circa 2014.

If you don't get this, say Mike Hunt repeatedly until you do.

And my absolute favorite roast of all time:

[gottagobuycheese]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Sooyoung & Yoo Mia Characters: Han Sooyoung, Yoo Mia Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Han Sooyoung & Yoo Joonghyuk (background), Han Sooyoung & Kim Dokja (background), Hurt/Comfort, it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a fic penned by AO3 user gottagobuycheese in the throes of a new fandom, must be in want of a grocery scene, rated T for tears, (and HSY's potty mouth), Omniscient Reader Epilogue Spoilers Summary:

“Look, I’m sorry, kid,” she says, pausing in her typing to throw what she hopes is an apologetic glance Mia’s way, “but I’ve really got to finish this chapter, okay? I’m already behind as it is.”

She’s halfway back to her laptop when Mia delivers the killing blow: “Oppa said you would take care of me.”

(Alternatively: a day in the newly established Han Sooyoung-Yoo Mia household.)

[lateral-org]

Writing Supernatural: The Musical in my head and imagining Sam and Dean on opposite sides of the stage harmonizing The Lord's Prayer, both praying to an absent father the other one doesn't believe in

[mayday396]

Good bot

ALSO OH FATHER HALLOW BE THY NAME

DEAR SWEET GOD

I WAS TRYING TO EDIT THIS GIF:

AND THIS MONSTROSITY HAPPENED

GOD ON HIGH HEAR MY PRAYER

[andisupreme]

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl

[trafficpan-ic]

This intense full moon is really crazy

[sheyfu]

everytime i get the urge to change my theme to jiaoqiu i remember the pain i went thru when i did my gradients

[tourmelion]

Ooooooh

I wanna write some Mole interest fics!!

First draft

My phones broken so that's why the lines are a little choppy

I'm gonna do it!!

Kelly was a small child

A smart small child

Who did everything right

Went to school

Didn't fuss

Revised

Did the dishes

And every day would be more or less the same

And she was doing a great job

Walk to school

Revise, learn, work with a tutor, speak to people about whatever they were talking about

Things were completely ok

Everything was satisfactory

And she got praise, was told how smart she was, how amazing she was doing

Life is good

"I guess I'm just gonna do this till I'm 23, the 8 year old said"

And then her parents enrolled her in accelerated class, with quadratic equations, high school physics, chemistry, just go off the books, make flash cards, and commit the equations to memory

"This will get me great stuff"

Right! Yes, futures, I can do whatever I'd want with those good qualifications I can get!!

..

Yes yes, everything is good and nice

I've always been a bit of a inside cat, I like the inside, it's warm, humid, quiet, I'm not running around anywhere

And I can focus on important stuff

I'm supposed to be good at all these things

So I should revise

My life's all planned out for me~

School, college, job, I guess marriage, and then, I'll just have to steal some kids, seems easy enough. Heheheheheheeh

Steal some kids, im so funni >:3

{am I doing this right...}

I guess life went on

I guess

I- don't know where I went

I've been doing everything right

Why, I feel like I'm dry on the inside

Like an empty egg

Feeling the dry and grainy shell from the inside

My mom was on Facebook today

I tried to interact, as I assume one does

And it just didn't happen

Like a grey rock

The more you push the more you feel like you're leaning against a rock

She didn't even seem to be doing anything interesting

What goes on in the world, it feels like the sound just tuned out

I'm, I'm not pumped up like I used to be, I'm not tired, but, it's like I'm a toy car, I can move, but theirs no string pulling me forward, or side ways

Like a puppet with no strings, or sticks

I'm just here, by myself

It's a bit like a desert

I feel dry and sandy, but it's more vast now, like it spread, like the world changed, and I can't see it anymore, and it's going grainy, like theirs nothing there

I'm gonna aproaach high school soon

Wonder what be like

My high has trees along the back of the field

Around the parking lot

Walk to, absorb, leave, more of the same

Maybe it's dehydration

That's probably why I feel so dry

But it's in my chest

Maybe an illness, some sickness

I'm walking around the car park now, nice trees, all fruit trees, something black or dark purple, maybe it's not fruit

Who's even gonna eat it?

There are no birds around here, and no squirrels their, there isn't life besides us for miles

And who's want to go all the way up and get one

It'll just stain the tarmac and puncture someones tire, and they'll rot around the parking lot

What a pain

Where is my family, I've been waiting for ages

Did they forget about picking me up

Oh, they'll be here soon, I should just wait

Shff shff

My head whips around

What was that!!!

The heck was that, where did it come from, whatwhatwhatwhatwas that.

I don't like that

It's too close to be leaves, it's not my jacket, it's zipped close

And I see it, a little black hairy thing, it looks like a hover with a little pink nose

And little hands

It's so small

It just dug it's up from the ground, right next to me, he's so, small

I forgot what I was thinking

His lil hover face c:

_we just sorta sit their, well I'm standing but you get what I mean

It's life outside of my immidiate family

It's a non-human living thing

It's breathing, and it can see me

It's so

It's like one of those Taylor swift shows

It's pretty and, like all the fans doing the same r as each other, like this big multi person wave where you, feel, everything

It's like that, I'm like that

Like the sun when it's all orangy

It's so, like you wanna forget what your doing and just stare

It's all focused and vauge and asdfdafdafadfafff

It feels good

Real good

My dad's car drives up and the mole is gone

The moment is gone

Still got some good feeling though, that was nice, I wonder if I'll see it again

Chapter 1 end

im sorry, we turned your boyfriend into a mole. yeah and all of tumblr‘s interested in him now. sorry

edit 9/12/23 11.22 CET

and so it begins…

fic1, fic2 @pathsofoak ao3 tag

update:

ao3 link. please vote for mole scene in most underrated goncharov scene poll

[zombified-queer]

I forgot about my ManagerBoy Hannibal AU script-formatted fanfiction.

[brinefrolick]

... sits here looking longingly at the little bottle of black nail polish. then looks at her own mangled, nail-less fingers.