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[tonguetyd]

THE WAY THAT IV’S NEW LITTLE GUITAR IMPROV THING IN SUMMONING IS A VERY JARED MONACO OF A BAND CALLED THE MAINE CODED RIFF IS MAKING ME CRAZY

IF YOU EVEN CARE

[mokulule]

Meet Cult

Dead on MAYn - Day 2

Prompt: Jason and Danny abducted by the same cult. No warnings apply.

This was a bad day, was Jason’s first thought as he became aware.

“Oh you’re awake, how are you feeling? That’s a nasty gash on your head,” a voice told him worried.

Jason slowly blinked his eyes into focus. He had the worst headache and when he grimaced he felt something stiff and crusty pull at his skin - dried blood. His arms were tied to a metal pole of sorts behind him which is what had kept him in a kneeling position while unconscious.

A young man slowly came into focus in the dim light. He had dark hair and light eyes, but actual color wasn’t possible to really tell. He was wearing just a simple light t-shirt and shorts, sitting similarly tied to Jason. If he’d been there for any length of time he had to be chilled from the concrete. Jason at least wore sturdy pants which added a bit of insulation.

What had happened?

Jason had been… shopping? Yeah that sounded about right. And then- nothing.

“Hey, please tell me they didn’t knock you entirely senseless?”

Jason focused back on the other… hostage? “What do you know?”

There was a flash of white as he grinned. “I know they came back with you sporting bloodied noses and mr stick up his ass probably have a broken wrist.”

“Who are they?” Jason spoke lowly, looking around, but the room they were in was a basement room only way in was a heavy metal door. Only the barest of light shone through the cracks of an otherwise barred window. There was no one but the two of them.

“Some weirdo cultists.”

Jason must have shown his surprise on his face, because he continued.

“Didn’t expect that, huh?”

“I thought it was just a normal kidnapping.”

“You get kidnapped enough for there to be normal kidnappings?” The man asked eyebrows raising up past his messy bangs.

“Not as such, but my adoptive father is something of a big deal in Gotham so there’s a risk.”

The other thought that over for a moment with a worried frown, before speaking, “I’m sorry you got caught up in this weirdness.”

“And what about you?” Jason asked.

“Me?” He tilted his head.

“You seem remarkably calm about this?”

That earned Jason a chuckle.

“Yeah well you could say it’s not my first rodeo either. I get involved in a shocking amount of weirdness for someone who’s just trying to get a degree.”

He had the sort of smile that invited Jason to share in the joke. Jason gave him a smirk of his own.

“Actually with a degree in Gotham chances are high of becoming a supervillain.”His smile fell as he stared at Jason in shock.

“You’re shitting me.”

Jason shook his head and leaned back against his metal pole, unfolding his legs to get a modicum of comfort.

“Shockingly high amount of PhD’s amongst the rogues,” Jason explained.

That startled a laugh out of the man. He had a nice laugh. “Should have picked another city then I guess.”

“And miss meeting me in some cult’s basement?” The words escaped Jason before he’d even had a chance to consider them, it was just too tempting to banter with this man. Only the sudden silence made him realize he was flirting.

The man tilted his head slightly and gave Jason a thoughtful look. Jason found himself tensing, holding his breath, but then a smile spread slowly over the man’s lips, and Jason could breathe again.

“You know what, you’re right. I’m Danny.”

“Jason.”

“Nice to meet you, Jason.” It was said so honestly, with no hint of joking, words soft like a caress, that Jason’s breath hitched. He scrambled to get his thoughts in order. He didn’t know how to respond.

Thankfully Danny, didn’t seem to need a response.

“Urgh, you know what? Let’s get out of here. I usually stick around to see what nonsense they’re trying to do, but I’m not feeling charitable today.” With that Danny pulled his hands in front of him and pushed himself to his feet - as if nobody had bothered tying him up at all.

The action thankfully pushed Jason back into an analytical mindset. He either had training or- “Powers?”

“A few.” Danny winked at him and to his embarrassment he felt his cheeks heating - so much for the analytical mindset. Danny moved over to start to untie Jason. His hands were cold and Jason’s earlier assumption that he was chilled from the floor seemed proved. He needed to keep his mind on track and not think of the way cool fingers brushed against the insides of his wrists. Without using his powers, as he’d clearly done to get himself free, Danny was not fast.

“You shouldn’t show them off, Gotham has a real problem with traffickers.”

“Not to mention death-cults, which somehow nobody warns you about.” Danny shot right back with a put-upon sigh.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Danny ducked back in front of Jason, “if I had known the amount of supernatural shit going on- well,” Danny shrugged, “I would have probably still taken that scholarship, because beggars can’t be choosers, but I would have had warning.”

Danny went back to untying with a cursed, “idiots really mad at you fighting them, what’s up with all these fucking knots! This might feel weird.”

There was a strange liquid sensation in his wrists and forearms and then he was free. He brought his arms back to his front to inspect the damage. His fingers tingled and throbbed as he flexed them, and he had a bad case of rope burn running from wrists up his forearms. They really hadn’t liked him fighting them indeed. He’d been no where near loosing his hands or fingers, but it had been a risk if he’d been tied up too long.

Not that he’d have let it get that far, he’d have slipped out way beforehand.

Cool hands laid themselves on top of his wrists and gripped him gently. A soothing sort of cool energy seemed to seep into his skin chasing away the pain and numbness and Jason was forced to reevaluate his “chilled” theory. The cold might have to do with his powers.

Jason looked up and Danny’s face was very close. The tips of their noses were inches apart. Danny’s eyes were very blue, the light had to hit them just right right now, it was almost like the glowed.

“You really shouldn’t use your powers so obviously,” he cautioned absently, as his eyes traced the thin barely visible white scars on the left side of Danny’s face; they grew over his skin, organic like vines on a trellis - or like lightning. As if the thought had summoned it, he could suddenly smell ozone, wild, like power rippling under the surface barely held back.

“Are you going to traffic me, Jason?”

For a moment the words didn’t register. He was too busy watching Danny’s lips move. Too caught up in that power he felt. What had Danny said? This wasn’t the first time a cult went for him? A death cult? He didn’t want to stick around to be charitable today? He’d never really been a captive.

What was he?

Danny let go of him as if burned and stepped back. The sense of power disappeared just as suddenly, leaving Jason reeling with the sudden emptiness. He felt as if he’d been dropped into a desert with emptiness stretching for miles in every direction.

“I’m sorry,” Danny said, “I didn’t mean to scare you. Most people don’t-“ He cut himself off.

Jason swallowed, realizing he had been scared, and pushed himself to his feet. He felt wobbly and disoriented, disconnected.

“Most people what?” He demanded, when he finally felt stable on his feet.

Danny looked at him with a worried frown. “Most people don’t feel my power at all. You’re either magic…”

There was an “or” clearly missing. Jason didn’t know why, but he knew he had to know. “Or?”

“This is really not the best place for this,” Danny hedged looking around them with a grimace.

Jason stepped forward and grabbed his arms. The power was back, though more muted than before, like it was hiding behind layers of fabric.

“Or?” He demanded.

Danny looked up at him a strange expression on his face. “Or, you have more than a passing familiarity with death.”

It felt like the ground dropped out from under Jason’s feet, that first rush of air of a fall. Yet, somehow he was still standing. Danny’s hands gripping his arms hard in return was the reason. He gave Jason a small shake and when Jason sorta focused on him, he said, “This is not an empty stomach sort of conversation. Least I know why they grabbed you too. Come on.”

And with those words suddenly they were flying up through the ceiling and the next ceiling and the next, it became a blur until suddenly they were outside in fresh air high above the city. Jason moved his legs in a startled motion, but nothing happened. He was weightless, Danny’s hold on him was light. That cool energy was flowing through him again, but this time it was his whole body.

The view of Gotham stretched out below them, behind them was the harbor, they’d been in one of the many more or less abandoned buildings that dotted the area between harbor and city proper. Too many gun fights broke out in the area over shipments of various illegal items for any legal businesses to want to rent those buildings for any substantial amount of time, which explained how a (death?) cult had set up shop.

Jason was very carefully ignoring the fact that he was flying. It wasn’t the first time he’d flown with someone - those other times however he’d still been able to feel gravity, now he was weightless. The air might as well have been water, though it didn’t press on him.

The view of Gotham was breathtaking from up here. Evening was closing in on a rare day with few clouds for Gotham which meant blue actually peeked through in spots.

Danny sent him a grin and Jason’s stomach did a flip. When Danny moved so he only held Jason’s hand, Jason noticed they were both somewhat see-through.

“Are we invisible?” He asked.

“Sure are, don’t wanna catch unwanted attention.”

With those words Danny flew them through the city until they came to a flat topped roof in view of the Gotham U campus. He set Jason down and held his hand until he was steady on his feet as gravity reasserted itself on his body, like a heavy blanket.

“I know a good burger place nearby.” Danny had said he was a student, with Gotham U in view that supported the claim. Danny continued speaking, “I will return with food, but if you want to leave in the mean time-“ He nodded towards the roof access and gave a shrug- “otherwise I will explain things once we have eaten. Any allergies or dislikes?”

Jason numbly shook his head. Danny faded away like a mirage, leaving Jason with just the view of the old campus buildings.

Jason sat down to wait. Danny had given him an out, but there was no way Jason could let this go. Not just because of his training, but because he needed to know. If Danny knew anything of what had brought Jason back…

Of course it occurred to him that Danny might have just fled himself, it would have been the smart thing to do. He had no obligation to tell Jason anything, Jason was a stranger. But somehow Jason knew Danny wouldn’t have said he’d be coming back if he wasn’t.

Jason’s gut feeling was ratified when Danny returned about 20 minutes later, brandishing a large paper bag and two milkshakes as he turned visible. Somehow Jason had felt he was there just a moment before he turned into visibility, like a prickle on his skin - it was something to examine later.

Danny had brought them both cheeseburgers and fries. The burgers were juicy and the fries crisp and spiced. Jason felt more real, more himself with hot food in his belly. Danny had given him the choice between the cherry or the pistachio milkshake as he set down beside Jason. He had chosen the cherry - it was good. With those flavor options he had to wonder what more options they had.

When their impromptu rooftop picnic was done, aside from the last of their milkshakes. Jason’s eye were drawn to Danny’s calloused hands, where they fiddled nervously with the straw.

Something was building, there was a grim set to Danny mouth and Jason was suddenly uncertain if he really wanted an explanation at all. Danny had powers that Jason could feel because they were death related, so what? That was an explanation of a sort already.

“I died when I was fourteen.”

The statement was like a punch to the gut, and Jason felt just as breathless. He snapped his head to Danny, about to tell him that he really didn’t have to tell him that, but Danny held up a hand. He met Jason’s eyes squarely, somehow conveying that it was okay, that he wanted to share this.

“An interdimensional portal opened up right on top of me, killing me, but all that energy also revived me, killed me again and revived me over an over…” His eyes slid from Jason to the skyline haunted and empty. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath, then looked to Jason again. “It left me somewhere in the middle, both dead and alive and neither all at the same time.”

Jason didn’t know what to say. The weight of the trust Danny was showing him by telling him about his death, was heavy like an anchor rooting him to the spot.

“These days,” Danny continued in a lighter tone, “I consider myself something of a bridge between the spirit and the living world. I help where I can in between trying to live and I get to be kidnapped by death cults because of my energy.” Danny shrugged carelessly, but the pinched eyebrows gave away how anxious he was about Jason’s reaction.

It was honestly not the strangest story Jason had ever heard. The world was a strange place what was one more addition to the tapestry that was Jason’s life? A thought occured to him. He carefully looked out over the city - the sunset painted the sky red in between the skyscrapers - and steeled his voice neutral.

“A bridge huh? Between the physical and the spirit world…”

“Yeah.”

“Do you also master all four elements?”

“No, mostly just ice- wait a moment,” Danny’s head snapped to face him as he caught on to the Avatar joke and he promptly punched his shoulder.

Jason laughed.

“It is not funny!” Danny insisted, yet he had to cover his mouth to muffle the laughter that wanted to escape. For a moment his shoulders quaked in silence but then he gave in and laughed.

“Fuck you, Jason, I was trying to handle this conversation respectful of the heavy subject.” Then almost as afterthought he muttered, “Ancients, I never thought of it like that.”

He leaned all the way back until he was lying on the roof, looking up to the sky. Jason followed suit.

“I don’t want to talk about my death,” Jason admitted.

“That’s alright. It’s not the sort of thing you ask a spirit to share, it has to be freely given.”

Jason turned his head to look at Danny.

“Is that what I am? A spirit?”

“I’m not entirely sure, I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

Jason should probably ask him to elaborate, milk him for all the information he had. Danny was a being with still unknown powers in Gotham, Bruce would be unbearable if he learned. But Danny didn’t feel like a threat to him and Jason was tired of asking questions.

From next to him he heard a sigh.

“For a moment back there,” Danny started a wistful note in his voice, “I actually thought I might be getting lucky tonight.”

Jason snorted at the unexpected subject change. He hesitated for a moment, but then threw caution to the wind. “Who says you aren’t?”

Danny sat up so fast he jumped a foot off the ground - he didn’t even seem to notice the fact he was still hovering as he turned around in the air to face him hovering above him. “You gotta be yanking my tail! After all this?”

Jason shrugged, deliberately moving his arms a bit higher where they pillowed his head. He smirked, delighted at the way Danny’s eyes were drawn to the sliver of skin revealed as his shirt drew up.

“I, uh-“

Something occurred to Jason. “Do you have a tail to yank?”

This time it was Danny’s turn to smirk, his teeth were distinctly sharper than they had been a moment ago. Jason’s mouth went dry.

“Sometimes, when I want to.”

Jason had almost forgotten what question he had asked. When it sunk in he blushed at the implication he could change his shape. Trying to regain his composure, he teased, “So it’s a deliberate choice to be a skinny twink?”

Danny flicked his nose for that. “No, this is just me. My low energy state if you want.” He paused for a moment considering then added teasingly, “I can’t change my shape much in human form.”

“Human form?” Jason asked curiously.

Danny hummed, and reached out slowly, leaving plenty of time for Jason to move away. He didn’t. He did shudder though, when cold fingers brushed his cheek and trailed down his throat. He could feel the power held in check, a tsunami behind a dam. Holding Danny’s eyes he tilted his head back to give him more room.

Danny sucked in a breath. His eyes darkened and Jason felt the power ripple.

“Maybe I’ll show you,” Danny said slowly, “if you’re very good.”

Jason swallowed. Yeah, he could be good. He could be very good.

When Danny kissed him, Jason thought this hadn’t been too bad a day after all. Even despite the weirdness, Jason would take it. And the night? The night was shaping up to be all the better.

Bonus:

“What the Hell, Jason!”Jason startled awake at Dick’s outburst from behind him.

“You couldn’t have called us to say you were alright? I know you have more than the one phone!” Dick continued his tirade.

Danny was as awake as Jason and looked up at him with wide eyes from where he was conveniently hidden by Jason’s larger frame. Jason resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Wing,” he said tiredly as he worked to disentangle himself from Danny and turn around, but Dick didn’t even hear. He was pacing back and forth, very much not done with his rant.

“Nooooo, you get grabbed on open street and we get to find some weird cult, with a huge magic circle and strange bubbling liquids, and they have your wallet and phone - and your tracker. I can’t believe you didn’t bother to get it when you escaped!”

“Wing,” Jason tried again.

“Of all the-“

“Nightwing!” Jason said firmly with great emphasis on the call sign.

Dick spun to look at him finally. He did a double take when he saw Danny peeking over Jason’s shoulder with wide eyes.

“Danny, meet my friend Nightwing, we go back a long time. Like I mentioned, my dad being who he is, kidnapping is a risk and you meet people this way.” Jason gave Dick a telling glare and his mouth clicked shut, message obviously delivered: Jason was not compromised but he sure would be if Dick kept blabbering.

“Wing, this is Danny, my co-would-be-sacrifice. He’s a regular Houdini with rope and locked doors, he got us out.”

“Hi,” Danny said hesitantly raising a hand in a little wave.

Dick rubbed his face. “You could have called.”

“I was busy.”

“I can see that! Just-” Dick threw up his hands and walked to the window he’d entered through, “call your dad before you get busy again, he’s worried.”

He left through the window and didn’t even bother to close it, dick. Jason turned to look at Danny, he was beet red.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t even consider they might have taken your things.”

“They didn’t take yours?” They mustn’t have, Danny had gotten them food.

“I- um,” Danny grimaced then admitted, “I store my phone and wallet in my thigh for the most part.”

For a moment Jason stared, then he burst out laughing. Danny slapped his chest.

“It’s not that funny!”

But really it was, especially because of the way Danny pouted. He leaned down to kiss the pout away but Danny stopped him with a hand over his mouth.

“No, you go call your dad so we don’t get more surprise visitors.”

- Hope you enjoyed! If I get the time I want to write a small sequel for one of the last days, but I haven't started yet so we'll see.

[munsongirly]

AND THEY FINALLY HAD PATSY'S PIZZA!!! 🍕

New pictures of Joseph Quinn and Lupita Nyong'o in New York during 'a quiet place: day one' press tour. 📷: Lupita Nyong'o.

[twobitsblade]

DATING DALLAS WINSTON HEADCANONS!

will not cry in front of you ever, and if he does that’d be the last time you ever see him

i don’t care what those other people say about him being “vulnerable with you…” he literally grew up as a hood he is not showing emotions in a healthy way whatsoever 😭

instead of crying/communicating like any normal person he gets ungodly passive aggressive and then starts to blatantly insult you..

like imagine you guys get into a fight:

dallas (very, 100% accurate representation of his accent): “nah mayn i downt cahre about youwr apologeez 🙄 dis is why yow dad left yew mayn”

is really, truly loyal though.. he will stand by you no matter what; unless you do something he doesn’t like or agree with.. 🤷‍♀️

but.. you guys will probably break up after a few months because he hates commitment and he feels like you’re “too attached, man” 😭

HATES public affection unless someone is flirting with you.. he isn’t afraid to beat the shit out of someone cause they looked at his pookie wookie mcflooker bear munchkin 😨

pet names? kinda.. he wont do *too* much other than “doll” and when hes talking to you he thinks “broad” and “man” are appropriate pet names for you and you two have gotten into fights over it

you: “dallas, don’t call me broad! it’s rude!” dallas: “mayn you’re da first broad whoze ever said dat oh my gawd 🤨🥱”

(help me, please, i’m so sorry I dont know wtf this is)

[axmedova]

Bu gün insanlar həqiqətən də kifayət qədər informativ, hətta intellektualdır. Məktəb proqramını əzbərləyib, universitet bilgilərindən tutmuş, fəlsəfi, siyasi mövzulara qədər yiyələniblər. Elə bir məntiq yürütsünlər ki, deyirsən, bunlar dahidir.

Amma təəccüblüsü budur ki, bir o qədər də ibtidai və qeyri-müdrikdirlər. Elə hərəkət və kəlmələrlə bəsitliklərini ortaya çıxarırlar ki, bu ziddiyyəti anlamırsan.

Çünki tədris və sosial bilgilərlə "adam olunmur". Ən vacib mərhələ nağıllar və uşaq ədəbiyyatı mərhələsidir ki, natamam insanların bu mərhələni adladıqlarının şahidi olmuşam. Məhz müəllif nağıllarında bəsit insan xüsusiyyətləri, həyata dair xəbərdarlıqlar simvolizə edilir, oğurluq, xəyanət, paxıllıq, simiclik və s. kimi xüsusiyyətlərin yeri dəqiq göstərilir. Əgər bir uşaq məsələn, Andersen, Qrim qardaşları, Oskar Uayld nağıl və hekayələri ilə, Sovet dövrü cizgi filmləri, sinifdənxaric oxu ilə ruhunu isladıbsa, həyati ibrət alıbsa o heç vaxt cəmiyyətdə parazit mövqedə olmayacaq, buna əmin olun. Ancaq belə uşaqların da dövrü gedib. Hələ Jyul Vern, Mayn Rid oxuyan uşaqlar tamam buxarlanıb. İndi uşaqlar üçün maksimum hansı materiallar var? Bu meymundur, bu pişikdir, Yupiter, Mars, diş fırçalamaq filan - bundan o tərəfə heç nə yoxdur. Sonra gəlir super qəhrəmanlar. Uşaq beyninin qidası hardadır bəs? Bütün cizgi filmlərdən ancaq itehlakçılıq, fürsətçilik, güc savaşı yağır. Gəlib çatırlar 15 yaşa, qablar olsa-olsa tarix, riyaziyyat ilə dolu, qəlblərsə boş, sonra da maksimum gəlir romantik ədəbiyyat(C)

[innocentlymacabre]

NOW THEY CALL ME THE PLAGUE ⤳ a wip intro

As the fright death sweeps the land, leaving a trail of lifeless sacrifices, a Dream desperately claws their way back to the Dreaming, having spent eternity trapped in the conscious realm. The infestation’s merciless wake piques Trance’s macabre curiosity, spurred forth by his discovery of a ship that sails across the tumultuous currents of Nightmares and Dreams. They drag Eda, their retired-from-the-seas best friend, along with them as they set sail on the adventures of multiple lifetimes, unwittingly getting themselves irreversibly entwined with fates and forces far beyond their comprehension. Now They Call Me the Plague is gothic historical fiction set against the backdrop of the golden age of piracy. All that remains to be seen is how many more will fall at the altar of an unforgiving death.

STATUS: drafting

GENRE: horror / historical fiction / fantasy / queernormative world

MEDIUM: novel

WARNINGS: substance (ab)use, alcohol, sexual activity (implied), swearing (moderate to heavy), mental health issues, death

(will be modified as necessary)

LINKS: WIP tag (x) | Trance (x) | Eda (x)

CHARACTERS:

Eda Harp (she/her). Refuses to call coffee anything other than “bean juice”. Secretly has a soft spot for just about everything in the world, but is very careful about who she reveals that to.

Tahir Das (he/they). Was given the half-mocking nickname “Trance” by Eda due to his affinity for zoning out at a moment's notice, but they liked it and decided to go by it, much to the former’s annoyance.

Dee (she/they). Theoretically has a last name, but is just as cryptic about that as they are about what goes in their blends of spices and custom rum.

Tyler Mayne (she/her). Owns Smokey’s, the tavern at which Eda works, and, although will never admit to it, has something of a soft spot for her.

Joe Pines (he/him). Tyler’s husband and bartender at their tavern. The closest thing to psychic when it comes to predicting your drink order (it helps that pirates typically want rum).

Maya Lancali (she/her). Short for Shanaya, but use her full name, and whether she’s got a sword in her pants or is just happy to see you will become plenty clear.

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[cempasuchilpodridos]

Everyone not in the Disney Parks loop, they changed the rules for DAS and it has caused some wild discourse.

Influencers were abusing it for essentially a free genie +, and now some Disney Park fans are arguing that disabled people shouldn't go to the parks. Mayne they'll go back on only applying it to developmental disabilities, but park fan discourse never ceases to amaze me.

[esallaum1995]

Me preguntó si cuando pasas por las calles en las que anduvimos juntos piensas en mí? Porque para mi aún sigue siendo así. Y me da nostalgia sabes.

Pienso que tú primer amor no es tu primer novio, no es la primera persona que te gusta o que tal vez llegas a querer, pero no la amas, solamente la quieres... El primer amor es más bien es de quién realmente te enamoras perdidamente, ese alguien a quién le das tu corazón y tú amor, esa persona que llegas a amar con toda tu alma, con todo lo que eres.

Y tú fuiste y siempre serás mi primer amor y yo nunca te voy a olvidar... Tal vez una parte de mi, siempre será únicamente tuya, como yo solía serlo.

No sabía que era tan difícil olvidar a quien amaste realmente con el corazón. Me dolió tanto y me rompió el corazón como nunca nadie lo hizo jamás...

Pero soltarte se ha vuelto imposible para mí y siempre vuelves a aparecerte en mi vida una y otra vez. Regresas para irte de nuevo, como solías hacerlo.

Estás tan presente en mis pensamientos... Y mi alma duele como mi corazón que aún está roto, porque honestamente aún no he podido dejarte ir... Estoy tan rota y vacía que ni siquiera puedo amar a alguien más y siempre existe la pregunta "¿Ya lo superaste?". Y a veces no sé qué decir al respecto, porque yo aún siento que estoy rota....

Y no sé qué sentiría sí volviera a verte de nuevo, espero que nunca me pase y que si algún día tú me ves, que sea a la distancia y no se te ocurra acercarte a mí, porque realmente no sé cuál sería mi reacción después de todo lo que paso.

Después de todo lo que hiciste y todas las cosas que he tenido que pasar solo por tí.

Y recuerdo bien la vez que dijiste que nunca me olvidé de tí, fuiste tú quién se olvidó de mí, quién dejó todo atrás, quién nos olvidó fuiste tú Javier y a mí solo me quedo tu recuerdo.

Tú recuerdo, tu nombre grabado en la piel, el corazón y sobre todo! En mi alma...

_Esallaum.📝🖤✨

[notwaitinginthecorner]

I make rly good sandwiches. I take sandwich making Very Seriously. Toasted bread...a Spread on both sides...making sure everything is layered to ensure minimal slippage. I always cut them in triangle. It's my trade...my craft. I'm da sammich mayn

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

oh tyes good bount fvie. I'm drinking I'll drink water. I'll drink lots of water. I just didn't want the dunk to end so I kept having sh9ts. Stupid of me. I know. Lol.

Things are cool. Thanks man. I love you. You're chill. I keep being nicer. Your'e super cool. I liek tlaking to you I think idk idr uhm yeah Thanks about my mom. She was a bitch. She was really really uncool. Mean,. Abusive.

I guess not like your da,d but nits not a compatition is it!!! never. Your dad sucks, and all our issues are valid, even if some maybe sometiems are worse. Not all the time idk, bc maybe somoehne got grounded a lot and someone else gbot like super hit all the time, that's different but bad, but how my mom was emotionally abusive and yours made you be a uh super hero? those are bad, different, but no compare, not comparible but bad, mayne one was worse but n oneed to compare.

I don't think that made sense. Im real sloshed. I like your nice worsds. your'e cool.

Im sorry for uh bullying you before. That wasn ot cool. Maybe I should be nicer. Fo you and every9one. Maybe I'l be really nice to everyon!!!! I'll get a pokemon and start a nice nice pokemon adventure.

I should be niceer. To everoje. You ,

Love you man./

A little kindness goes a long way. ♥

[mrsgrinko]

Ne hasta bekler sabahı..

[boobachu]

That one post with all the pound sign mumblings where everyone is gushing

It kinda got me thinking like... maybe I'm just a terrible artist. Maybe I'm a bad entertainer.

Maybe the depression's gotten so great I'm just worthless, like I haven't made a finished comic since 2014.

My let's plays are mostly ignored.

I dunno maybe there's no point in trying.

Like I used to blame the shift of SNS from many communities to a conveyerbelt of information where you only comment if you're mad and/or horny.

But maybe it's just me, maybe I'm just bunk. Like maybe I should just stop trying.

Maybe I should just pack up my art supplies and just... give up.

It's not like I have room for shit anyway. Absolutely no one is anticipating Jennis Gang returning. Like I think two people care that I had to nuke my dA over being trolled and those two just want to see the 20 year old Amy Rose panty shot art I drew when I was adolescent.

Which, most of the comments are either horny and I block them or prudish and I also block them so it's just aunno mayn.

Maybe it was a mistake to try, maybe I should just goof oof and never really care about anything.

I mean, I can't make a living off of this, I'm too depressed to really have fun with it, and I'm also terribly mediocre.

Like the biggest impact I had was making white belly pikachu popular and also boobs slapped on pokemon (not "basically a human but with pikachu's head")

Maybe I'm just kidding myself, other artists aren't languishing, not if they're actually good.

If you're not having fun, quit. You're not doing anything important anyway.

[indigoeyre]

Been playing with ceramic automobiles. Fun times. Art for my therapy.

[auraldream]

De California al Mar de las Arenas

La firma californiana Morhosis, liderada por Thom Mayne anuncia su próximo proyecto: la nueva embajada norteamericana en Riyadh, Arabia Saudita.

Morphosis se caracteriza por sus aproximaciones poco convencionales y su compromiso por entregar arquitectura de vanguardia. En esta ocasión trabajarán junto a una docena de otras empresas de construcción y logística para Overseas Buildings Operations del gobierno de EEUU.

Se espera que el proyecto cuente con un diseño y tecnologías de punta para contrarrestar los efectos del clima desértico que caracteriza a la región.

En esta ocasión, tambien será interesante observar como la oficina norteamericana da solución a las solicitaciones de seguridad del proyecto. ¿Podrá esta vez Morphosis entregar un diseño que logre involucrar a escala urbana ?

[eddsworld-roleplay-madness]

matt.. you're kinda ugly...

HAW DARE U !1!1!1 I AM DA SEXYNESS MAYN AWN ERTH !1!1!1

[atletasudando]

La bienvenida a Santiago de Chile

Fuente: Comité Organizador Con los “Halcones” de la FACh, un espectáculo de Bafochi y la entrega de inspiradoras cartas escritas por niños para los atletas, el comité organizador de los Juegos Panamericanos de Santiago 2023  recibió a los participantes de la cita multideportiva continental. Atardece y la zona norte de la Villa Panamericana comienza a llenarse de autoridades, vecinos de Cerrillos y niños del Programa de Educación de Santiago 2023. En pocos minutos más se inicia la ceremonia de bienvenida para los atletas y delegaciones participantes de los Juegos. Cerca de tres mil personas ya habitan el recinto, entre deportistas, oficiales técnicos y jefes de misión de cada una de las naciones que darán lo mejor de sí a partir del 20 de octubre. Recorren la ciudadela, se toman fotos, se alistan para cenar y se sientan para acariciar esta luz naranja que ilumina el escenario, a un costado de la Plaza de las Banderas de la Villa. Chile les da la bienvenida a todos quienes son parte de los Juegos, a quienes vinieron desde cada rincón de América. Neven Ilic, presidente de Panam Sports; Miguel Ángel Mujica, presidente del Comité Olímpico de Chile, y Harold Mayne-Nicholls, director ejecutivo de Santiago 2023, ya están de pie. De pronto, los “Halcones” de la FACh, en aviones GB-1, surcan el cielo del surponiente de la capital y lo tiñen con una estela roja, azul y blanca de humo. Las banderas de las 41 delegaciones se izan mientras se entona el himno de Panam Sports. La ceremonia sigue con un espectáculo del Ballet Folclórico de Chile (Bafochi), dirigido por el profesor de Educación Física y coreógrafo Pedro Gajardo. Diablada, danzas de la cultura Rapa Nui y cueca en los pasos de 12 bailarines. Eso vemos en este atardecer, marcado por la cultura e identidad chilena. El CEO del comité organizador de los Juegos, Harold Mayne-Nicholls, muestra su contento por la recepción a las delegaciones panamericanas: “Nos llena de orgullo poder recibir a los atletas, para que vivan momentos inolvidables, con la mejor atención, los mejores servicios y se vayan con una tremenda postal de estos Juegos”. El Programa de Educación de Santiago 2023, cuyo objetivo es relevar el rol social del deporte, gestionó la entrega de cartas escritas por niños para cada uno de los Comités Olímpicos Nacionales que participan en los Juegos, con el apoyo de Correos de Chile, y que van dirigidas a los cerca de 9.000 atletas que participarán en la cita multideportiva. En una de las misivas, María Jesús Bustamante, estudiante del Colegio Altazol del Maipo, de Paine, escribe que “los Juegos Panamericanos nos vienen a recordar la importancia del deporte y cómo puede ayudar a la sociedad. El deporte da felicidad, ayuda a bajar el estrés, sube el autoestima y da confianza”. En la Villa ya está en marcha el comedor, el centro de transporte, el centro de bienvenida, la lavandería, una comisaría de Carabineros, entre otras instalaciones para que los atletas tengan su mejor estadía. También están dispuestas las áreas verdes, los equipamientos deportivos y los paseos peatonales. Los departamentos se transformarán en viviendas sociales para 1.355 familias, uno de los grandes legados de la cita continental junto con la nueva infraestructura deportiva para el país. Read the full article