#but not covered in sewage

[percabethconvos]

On a date

Percy: You look pretty cute dressed up without the battle armor

Annabeth: Oh yeah? And how do I look with the battle armor?

Percy: Hot as fuck

[sailing-on-a-puddle]

I'm actually crying with laughter. My husband just asked me if I'm alright and I've no idea where to even start 😂

Random Scott moment

“Scott. Scott, I can���t!”

Virgil’s voice was little more than a pain-filled scream.

“You can. You need to move and you need to move now!”

“Oh god.”

There was a terror of defeat in his brother’s voice that Scott hadn’t heard before. He eyed his speed, desperate to get more out of One’s engines as he streaked across the planet.

Next to his velocity indicators hovered the hologram John was shooting down from Five. Virgil’s vitals, his bodycam, and what little they could get from Two’s sensors at this distance.

It wasn’t enough.

Scott needed to get there.

Now.

I’m coming little brother, I promise.

His fist clenched around One’s controls, pushing them an imaginary increment faster.

-o-o-o-

[the-real-couchrat]

Praying that the tumblr gods don’t mark me for the blood 🙏

More Creature!

We Creatures SPOILERS below!!!!! (Also TW for blood) fic by @toothpastecanyon

Doodles :) (including a cleaned up version of my last post)

It’s not canon, but I’ve been imagining Dipper and the creature learning how to live in society together, and the creature getting a makeover in the process >:) I think part of what makes them so scary is that when Dipper first saw them they were eating a dead body and covered in sewage. So I think a good shower would help their image a lot.

And a close up of the bloody creature 🩸

Now one where they’re not covered in blood and grime

(Btw the vines are written in Tendrilis)

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

character thesis statement thats gonna fuck you up so bad with time <3

[writerdragonfly]

My neighbor two houses down brought dinner over to my husband and brother when they saw us cleaning out the basement. (Well, them. I could not help.)

And when my next door neighbor saw we were at the house, she sent her husband over with the package that was delivered while we were unable to get home.

The world is full of a lot of shit. Sometimes people are just good.

[sinecosinewheel]

https://www.healthline.com/health/healthy-home-guide/how-to-get-rid-of-bed-bugs#contain-the-area

🙏 ty for the link! i think i saw this during my panicked research this morning so it's nice to go over now that im not actively having a breakdown lmao

[stevishabitat]

Oh shit. Here we go again...

Dear City, how about you build us some storm drains and fix the 100 year old sewers.

[rhq2744]

Sorry for the ugliness of the view, or should I be the one sorry or the occupation? Of course, dear reader, you could not bear the ugliness of the scene, but what should I and my family say? We have been here since the third of December,

[ vertified by @nabulsi and @el-shab-hussein , num.221 on fundraising list ! ]

See the evidence below !

Note, the iron thing in the picture in the back is the primitive oven in which we bake our daily bread using firewood and plastic. CAN YOU IMAGINE ????!!!!!!! Is your food covered in sewage, urine and feces? Sorry for the words but this is crazy, I'm going to lose my mind!

We have been here since the third of December,in addition to the filth and waste, it explodes daily due to the presence of 30,000 thousand displaced people. It explodes and the place here is flooded with filth, sewage and dirt. It is definitely a hotbed of diseases. Why do I and my family have to live, sleep, eat and cook here?????? Do you see this little threshold? A few centimeters that separate us and it's not enough, a lot of insects and worms,If you go out with your shoes, they will get dirty and dirt will enter inside. We are inevitably stuck in dirt. Is there a decent person who would be satisfied with a life like this? I am tired. We are all exhausted by the disease. Everyone is here with yellow eyes and epidemic hepatitis. Everyone is like a zombie because of this tragic and inhuman situation in which we live. My family does not leave the bed due to the severity of illness and fatigue. [is there a bed? Of course NO, we sleep on the floor, specifically on dirt, but unfortunately we have begun... We get used to the tent like a house and we use its terminology. This habit and habituation is killing me. I cannot accept and do not want anyone to accept the humiliation we are experiencing Or try to beautify it in any way.]

If you would like to help even a little for my family, please do not hesitate for a moment. It is an unbearable situation. Our lives have been destroyed. Or you can help spread the link to our family to someone who might be able to help. Thank you for reading. Have a good day. At least someone should be happy today.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/u/0/d/1yYkNp5U3ANwILl2MknJi9G7ArY4uVTEEQ1CVfzR8Ioo/htmlview

[bionicdogs]

booker’s new nickname is shitface

[oldmannapping]

Crack HC, because is there any other kind?

Bruce realises embarrassingly late that his Batkids can’t swim.

Gotham’s beach water is pure chemicals and sewage, and the city’s public school funding doesn’t exactly prioritise teaching kids to swim. Steph, Duke and Jason had never seen a swimming pool before meeting Bruce.

Tim’s parents meant to sign him up for swim lessons after he fell into their indoor fountain when he was three and nearly drowned - it would have been so embarrassing if it happened when they had guests! - but forgot.

So Bruce is like. Oh no my baby-soldiers must learn to swim.

Damian insists that since the League trained him to withstand waterboarding, he’s fine. Bruce pulls a muscle in his cheek from clenching his jaw so hard.

Dick insists that he can swim and manages one impressive mermaid-style undulation before becoming disoriented and slamming into the wall.

Duke covers himself in floaties and clings to a pool noodle for dear life, eschewing dignity because “this isn’t how I die”.

Conversely, Tim sinks like a stone, curls up on the bottom of the pool, and waits for death.

Cass, with the lowest body fat percentage, also sinks but manages to squeeze into one of the drains. She re-emerges six hours later in an estuary in New Jersey.

Steph refuses to let go of the wall by the deep end, scuttling away like a crab when Bruce tries to poke her into the water with a skimmer net.

Jason scoffs at them all and manages a perfect swan dive before flailing and crashing into Steph, causing both of them to panic and use each other as ladders to get out.

Alfred asks Barbara for the security camera footage and makes everyone watch it twice a year to keep their egos in check.

[bigliitlepoopfight]

The grossest thing Steve-O has admitted to doing is his confident, continued disbelief in washing his hands because it would "weaken his immune system."

My GUY you Skyjacked it on camera but this is what made me lose it.

[soon-palestine]

Israel is burning and bulldozing tree crops at historic rates. These trees would take years to grow back - and that's without factoring in the time it would take to detoxify the soil. (2/13)

It gets worse. 23% of greenhouses have been destroyed in their entirety. (3/13)

Destroying up to 48% of tree crops and 23% of greenhouses is a horrendous crime in itself, but, when you factor in Israel blocking food aid and literally killing food aid professionals, you start to see the scale of the crime in full. (4/13)

Look at the difference. See the land before. See it after. Do not turn away. (5/13)

Restoring the land will be profoundly difficult. The soil now contains asbestos, heavy metals, and even undetonated explosives. (6/13)

Waste disposal infrastructure is in ruins. Sewage treatment systems are failing. (7/13)

People are burning plastic to heat food. Fumes from bombs hang in the air. (8/13)

This is not "just" about nature. This is about the food and the air and the water and the land being deprived of life. It is about a whole population being denied its sustenance. (9/13)

A comprehensive report about this issue is in the Guardian. They are one of the few publications to cover the siege on Gaza from this angle. The full story is here: (10/13)

There is also some reporting on this in InsideClimateNews: (11/13)

Here at Climate Defiance we have been clear in calling for a ceasefire since October. We wage our peaceful struggle because we believe in the inherent value of humanity - and in the need to see the humanity in each other. (12/13)

We fight for thriving ecosystems because we fight for life. Both are under attack right now. Do not look away. Do not stay silent. Moments like these are a test of our moral fabric. (13/13)

[szetfotozva]

credits to @kivivogel

credits to @alostkivi

[magdaluxe]

yk it isnt murder if they never find out ron desantis was pushed into a ravine

[sonseulsoleil]

Annabeth: mid-battle with a fire-breathing giant, dirty, sweaty, and covered in literal, actual shit.

Percy: She was beautiful in combat. I know that's a crazy thing to say, especially after we'd just climbed a sewage waterfall, but her gray eyes sparkled when she was fighting for her life. Her face shone like a goddess's, and believe me, I've seen goddesses.

[asce-of-hearts]

yesss you should make a tag for it! 💗also here’s a thought . imagine like {two yandere characters} right, so you ended up escaping from your current yan and manged to avoid them while running for your life but you bumped into some accidental begging for help from them, of course they offer to help you but what you don’t know is the {two yan characters} know each other till your current yan appears at the other yans house..

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Contents: Yan!Geto and Yan!Gojo teaming up to keep reader trapped

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WARNINGS: PRETEND KENJAKU DOESN'T EXIST LMAO, KIDNAPPING, IMPLIED SATOSUGU, SOFT YANDERE IG, DON'T ASK ABOUT WHEN THIS HAPPENS IN THE CANON TIMELINE I HAVE NO IDEA.

They say God gives its toughest battles to their strongest soldiers.

Well then, you must be the chosen one. Because God has put you against the strongest.

It's not just the fact that his personality is abhorrent, or that he thinks that just because he's beautiful he has a right to whatever and whoever he wants at any given moment. It's the cynicism, the nerve to pretend to be shocked when you kick and scream at him to leave you alone after he has kidnapped you.

Maybe its luck that makes him oblivious enough to think that you won't try to escape just because he's the strongest, that you won't break the seal because you're a sorcerer of your own. Weak, in his eyes, but smart and strong enough to know how to escape from a situation like this. And you run, you run for your life. Through forest, through shrines, through concrete filled jungles, hoping, aching for someone to help you. A member of the rival faculty of sorcery, one that hates him enough to betray him, one that is kind enough to help you.

And you find one, you find a man dressed in eccentric clothing. With that dark aura every sorcerer has, eyes devoid of anything resembling humanity. And you run towards him, barely able to breathe.

"I need help, I need your help!" You cling to his robe, ignoring the sharp gaze he launches your way. Like a razor, it would kill if it could. But you're desperate, you're pitiful. "He- You- You know him. Satoru Gojo, he has-" You can see his expression shift ever so slightly, a glimmer of hope for you as it turns to disdain again, he gives you a curt nod of the head, making you follow him. "He has me, uhm... kidnapped. I think he will come for me, I'm... I'm scared. I don't want that to happen. I need to go somewhere safe."

He gives you a soft smile, warm. His voice is like butter, smooth, velvety, it melts inside your ears, hypnotic in nature.

"I will help you, don't worry," He wraps an arm around your waist, his touch unnervingly gentle. "I'll get you somewhere safe."

The travel through the city is quiet due to it being early hours of the morning, the travel through the sewage corridors is equally as uneventful. Nothing said besides a few pleasantries, a few questions from his behalf to you, about your life, your identity as a sorcerer, as a human. You find it refreshing, to be away from the usual obnoxiousness of Gojo, of his self centered behavior. You feel in the protagonic for a moment.

Finally, you arrive somewhere else. Somewhere foreign, country looking. The house is not in bad shape, it's rustic and dusty, but it's comfortable. And you settle there, falling asleep quickly over a sofa. Your body giving in to the exhaustion. A rest that's dreamless and quiet, interrupted occasionally by your brain sending confusing signals to your heart and limbs, to your stomach, who keeps screaming at you to run away again.

When you wake up, Geto, the man who so kindly took you in. Has put a blanket over your body. He gives you a soft smile, running his hands through your hair.

"I'm having a guest soon. But you don't mind, don't you?" He asks, purring as he speaks. His eyes, a deep purpleish color glinting under the light of the early morning. Dawn breaking in through the dust covered windows. You shake your head, closing your eyes as his fingers softly massage your scalp.

Finally, there's a knock at the door, and he goes to open. A dark shadow looms over you, strangely familiar if not for the fact that he has his hair down. You choke a scream, standing up immediately. Geto gives you an enigmatic look, his smile much more sinister now.

"Told you I found your little dove," He says to Gojo, who leans against the door frame in a way that's almost taunting. You're frozen in place, trembling, shivering as if you were naked in the snow. There's nothing you can do now.

Gojo gives him an approving nod, a smile that seems far too warm for it to be just friendly. Just where the hell do these two know each other from? And he walks toward you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he traps your wrists with his hand before you can push him away.

"You're lucky Suguru found you," That name rolls from his lips with a strange melancholy, as if it hasn't been said in a long time. His touch hurts, leaving red marks around your wrists as he pulls you close enough that you can feel his hot breath against your ear. "Any other I would've killed for taking whats mine... but with him..." He leaves the implication hanging in the air. And the door slams shut as Geto comes to join his white haired counterpart, his hand, long and slender, but more calloused, traces the outline of your cheek, grinning.

"We've never had a trouble sharing."

It's been a while since i've written for jjk. hope it turned out alright c:

hope you enjoyed this!!!

have a great/day night!!!

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