#hand cricket

[awokii]

[chrliekclly]

I think alotta ppl forget that dennis canonically is the best at drawing of the gang nd just focus on charlie being the artist of the gang, nd idk maybe i just wanted to slip that into ur mind

Like i have this funny scenario in my head where charlie challenges dennis to a drawing competition nd dennis draws a near realistic portrait of charlie while charlie vaguely scribbles out dennis but the rest of the gang is just like 'omg charlie i didnt know u cud draw'

art is subjective

[splankie]

i would do anything for murderbot. this includes learning mecha it appears

[softichill]

Birfday party

[chronicowboy]

elizabeth bishop

[asleepinawell]

[aether-link]

Hey taang community, how’s life? Why is this tag so quiet?? Hello? Anyways, memes. I offer y’all memes, that’s it. Sorry.

Here’s a bonus, you creatures!

[theonekierce]

And he took my hand, as I fondly hoped in surrender to my appeal to those better feelings which I knew I had for once succeeded in quickening within him. But it was only to bid me a mischievous goodbye, ere he ran down the spiral stair, leaving me to listen till I lost his feathery foot-falls in the base of the tower, - Mr Justice Raffles, Ch.15 Trial By Raffles

[hazellvsq]

less discourse about whether the roman campers are child soldiers more discourse about how reyna/jason/percy/frank consistently tried to topple the democratic process of camp jupiter

[aeb-art]

even in a story with reader insert, i'm still putting myself in there separately ahahaha so here's another lil thing with some of @venomous-qwille's characters

and then the moment they leave the room:

[screechingfromthevoid]

The cape wrapping was too much for me I have to leave

[extended-play]

that was funny

[alchemiccolored]

TINY GUYS. absolutely the smallest snakes i have handled. brown snakes babies? i know brown snakes are small, but these two were right next to each other so i believe they're from the same clutch. i love how differently their patterns are expressed!

[arachnid-party]

wake up. check news. armenia is having its land taken away and people evacuated for the 500th time. nobody else seems to gives a shit that our culture is destroyed again and again. protestors are pushed out of the way with a fucking car. think im going to start eating mud from the ground

[softichill]

When the Jack is Laughing

[clearnachopirate]

OKAY

TMA x DBD part two: how Charles Became.

As I said in part one, Charles could have easily been an avatar of the Lonely, but I thought I could find something else that fit, especially since in this case, Charles didn't quite feel alone as he died, even though Edwin wasn't there.

There are cobwebs in the attic, and that doesn't shock Charles, but there are a lot of them. Charles doesn't mind spiders, and he has bigger things to worry about, mainly, freezing to death, so he finds a blanket pinned down by a think book and folds himself into a corner, bringing the book with him, hoping to distract himself at least a bit.

There's a spider on the window frame above where he sits, and he honestly feels a bit relieved as it scurries down and sits on his knee on top of the blanket.

The book is nice, in a morbid sort of way.

It's a story about a soldier from the first world war. He thinks he's dying, bleeding out from his arm, when he sees an impossible door. Impossible because he's on a battlefield and because it is distinctly the door to his childhood home.

The soldier goes through the door, in the end, and Charles doesn't remember if it takes him back home to die or if the soldier was just seeing things, because when he looks up, the door to the stairs looks different,

He could swear it looked just the door to his bedroom back home.

Charles stumbles to his feet, the spider on his knee climbing up to hold onto his shirt instead. He presses a hand against the door, and it's warm, like the room beyond it has a nice fireplace going, and Charles barely hesitates before twisting the knob open.

If he was just seeing things, feeling warmth that wasn't there, maybe he was in worse shape than he thought, but he stepped through the door anyways, the spider jumping from him, spinning a web that slowly lowered it to the ground as the door shut firmly behind Charles.