#hooooookay

[thornsnvultures]

wip game

thanks for the tag @aphrogeneias @bewilderedbunny & @screammunson

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words. (that's too many I won't be doing that lol)

"It's not your fault, darlin'," he says, cradling your head as you sob. "It's okay, we'll be okay. I've got you."

The tears don't stop.

no pressure tags: @ozarkthedog @sunshinexsin @fineanddandy @sanguineterrain & anyone else who wants in!

[brutal-nemesis]

YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Spiderwebs #27: Proof

Masterlist

content: immortal whumpee, captivity, starvation, gore, organ stuff, self-injury

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Heather dreaded the end of the three months, and it was not entirely an irrational fear. Jackie was capable of killing her. She had chainsaws and scalpels, but what were blades in the face of an immortal? What were weapons in the shadow of an undying rage? Maybe that was a ridiculous thought, but it seemed a very real threat to her. He probably hated her even more now. Heather would too, if she was in his place.

The days passed. The final week arrived. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. She became so anxious at work that she threw up in the bathroom. Thursday. Friday. She considered leaving him locked in there forever, just so she never had to confront him. Saturday. And finally, Sunday.

Sunday morning was too cheery for such heavy work, so she waited until Sunday evening. Sunday was the Lord’s day. That didn’t mean anything to her anymore, but it was a memory that kept running in her mind. In any case, she had made her decision. She was going down there. Heather wasn’t that cruel, as to completely abandon him, and she wasn’t a monster. She had to check up on him eventually. 

She wasn’t going unarmed, that was for sure. The scalpel and the pistol were secured in her bookbag, and then she set off. She found the basement door across the hallway. Right where it always was. She moved the table from where it stood guard, pushed it aside. But she hesitated before turning the lock.

One, two, three heartbeats. Then her hand darted out to the doorknob. She twisted the lock until it clicked open.

Nothing happened. There was nothing but silence. She was still alive, still breathing. Her colleagues never saw the bruise on her neck—she covered it over with makeup—and it faded away over the months. But the memory was still there, the pressure on her throat.

Heather swallowed her tension, then entered the doorway. The lights were off. This wasn’t helping things, but she persevered. She closed the door behind her, then turned on the lights. She walked down the stairs.

She reached the last step. The room was a mess. Furniture toppled everywhere, items strewn about in furious abandon, the smell of dust clouding over them. The light was so dim as to cast the room into a yellowish, dull tint. A place more fit for slaughtering pigs than living in.

She looked up, let her sight adjust. She almost flinched. 

Jackie was staring straight at her. He was sitting on the bed, across the room. 

He looked different. Different in a bad way. He’d gotten much thinner, first of all, hollowed at the edges like a stray dog. His hair was matted and longer than it had been before. His eyes seemed strained, and the shadows underneath them were heavy.

He blinked, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real. He did not say anything.

Three months. Heather was starting to realize what she had done. They reserved solitary confinement for the worst of the worst. Even then, they fed their prisoners. Three months was a long time. 

“Jackie?” she called out. “It’s me.”

He blinked again.

She stepped forward, cautiously, treading slowly so as not to startle him. He watched her all the while, with that feral sort of stare. There was an insubstantial aura to him, like he’d flicker or fade away if she wasn’t careful, if she wasn’t watching closely enough. She held her hand out, aiming to put it on his shoulder.

To her great bewilderment, he stood up to face her. “You win.”

She froze. “What?”

“You win, I said. I give up. You can do whatever you want with me. You—” His calm voice began to crack, took on a tilt. “I can’t live like this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do anything like that ever again. I missed you, I—”

“You… missed me?” Surely, she’d heard him wrong. Or he really had lost his marbles.

He continued to speak, eyes wet and shining all the while. “I missed you so much. I—I love you, Heather. Don’t ever leave me again. Please.”

Well, this was certainly… new. This was different. All the way from murderous hatred to… love. But that was ridiculous. That was…

“What do you mean, you love me?” She furrowed her brows. “Are you being serious?”

“Yes, completely.” He nodded, desperately, like his life depended on her believing him. Perhaps it did. “I love you.”

It was the way he kept repeating it, the strain in his voice. This wasn't right, but she didn't want him to stop. It overflowed from his mouth like honey. And he sounded so eager, so fervent.

He grabbed her sleeve, tightly. “Don’t go.”

“I won’t.” This was quite a pleasant surprise to walk in on. Even if he was lying, she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

His expression was earnest, in any case. He was staring into her eyes like she was an angel. Her fear was gone entirely. She had nothing to be afraid of. Everything had worked out perfectly. It was too good.

He stared at her, waiting. 

She slapped him, hard. Hard enough that his head was pushed back. Hard enough to make him flinch. He cowered under her gaze. But he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. 

She leaned in closer. Her lips almost brushed the shell of his ear. “You’re pathetic.”

He didn’t reply, still didn’t move, although his breathing had become shallow and hitching. His gaze had gone somewhere else, somewhere distant.

“You’re not going to hit me back, are you?” she asked softly. 

He shook his head.

“Good. Do you still love me?”

He nodded. It was disgusting, the look on his face. He would roll over and fetch if she asked him to.

“Prove it.”

“What do you want?” He fixed on her, again, that earnest expression. “I’ll do anything.”

Silently, she handed him the scalpel from her book bag. She pushed his hand forward, pressing the blade gently to his sweater, just slightly to the left. Still guiding his movements, she helped him trace two curves over the fabric, perfectly mirrored, creating a single shape—the lover’s symbol, sweet in its simplicity. She let go and waited for his reply.

He understood. He knew her well enough. Jackie steadied the scalpel, grasping it until his knuckles were straining under the skin. He aimed it above his chest. 

With a sharp jerk, he plunged it into himself. He began to dig out his own heart. 

It took an uncomfortably long time—that is, uncomfortable for anyone else. Heather was loving every second of this. The blade went in, dragging through flesh and cotton, then ripped out, over and over. He was not as precise as Heather. Didn’t have a surgeon’s careful hand. The surrounding skin and flesh was torn and rendered into jagged edges. His ribs cracked, his blade squelched. Blood dripped down onto the concrete, onto his lovely checkerboard sweater. His eyes went unfocused. Even with his sallowed skin and hollowed bones, he was very pretty. He winced, but he never stopped. Jackie coughed, and more blood trickled out his mouth. 

By the time he’d severed an artery, his motions grew lethargic. His blood dripped thick, nearly the consistency of jam. His heart wasn’t healing as quickly as it usually did. The wound was dark, festering in his chest.

Heather took his hand and, with gentle motions, helped him cut out the rest of the organ. The arteries, the veins, the remaining tissues. She snapped ribs away where necessary, letting them drop to the floor. His bones were surprisingly brittle. They cracked like twigs, while his pulse slowed and smeared on her skin. 

It was a marvel of muscle and nerves, even though she had seen it many times before. Light broke apart and glittered on its surface. It lay heavy in his hands, warm and still weakly beating. 

He handed it to her with another rasping cough. Blood slicked both of their palms. His eyes fluttered, but snapped open before they could close.

She took it, felt the warm flesh press against her hand, felt it convulse in erratic rhythms. “Oh, good boy. Thank you. It’s perfect.”

Jackie was completely out of it. He may not have heard her praise at all. He blinked at her once more, then placed a steadying hand on her arm, swaying on his feet all the while. Before Heather could react, he fainted. 

She did not catch him in time. He lay there, sprawled on the ground. All bones and blood. There was a gaping hole in his sweater, and dark red was splattered all over his cracked lips. 

She knelt down to pick him up. His head lolled to one side, and his limbs went limp in her grasp. She could not feel a pulse. Anyone else would have thought he was dead, but Heather knew he would wake up soon.

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Wow, love really does fix everything :)

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[guardevoir]

Fiber arts update!

hooooookay. Been a while.

Weaving first: finished another scarf

the tension was so fucked - so unbelievably fucked - that it's a miracle I got a scarf out of this. I think I accidentally wound the warp on tilted or something, and then ended up having to tension individual strings in many creative and interesting ways.

That aside, it's not washed yet, but it turned out mostly okayish in the end. The yarn did have some very unfortunate color changes - there's a whole row of really abrupt orange stripes in there that look weird with all the long fades - but that wasn't on me, so whatever. It's a scarf, it's nice and colorful, and I like the size of it.

Then, spinning: 200 goddamn grams (just over 7 ounces) of 4-ply incredibly blue Merino.

It is hard to overstate how violently blue this stuff is. Unfortunately, the fiber was also somewhat meh - had some odd little lumps and the occasional bit of vm, and I would've loved to do more prep on it, but spinning from the fold limited my options somewhat. But ah well, it is what it is.

The little middle bit of yarn is also cable-plied because I ran out of two singles and essentially went "fuck it, why not". I didn't want to mess around with too many center-pull balls or spend forever rewinding it.

Still needs to be washed, too, but yeah - that's a HUGE chunk of stuff I can check off my to-do list.

Next up is the same amount of 4-ply grey merino, which I might cable-ply in its entirety tbh, but I'm not sure yet.

Also, I've officially been spinning for a year, as of like three weeks ago! So, happy fiber arts anniversary to me I guess.

/edit: oh yeah, bonus WIP photo of the big hank of blue stuff on a bobbin because it looks really neat and satisfying

[problematic-polls]

okayyy we’re doing this. hooooookay

suicide or shooting. I’m not doing either, and you shouldn’t either, but if you got bullied enough. Which is the more ‘morally correct’ option here.

[charlottecremababe]

hooooookay...i'm fine i'm completely fine about thissss🥹

I just love how much Vincent Price adores Peter Lorre.

[alabasterandpitch]

Hooooookay more *~*~Social Gatherings~*~*

Coolcoolcoolcoolcool we got this we can be so normal

🙃🙃🙃

[chanstopher]

221022 Withmuu fansign ©Tiny Channie

[lichdragon-fortissax]

current mood: haunted by queen marika's canonically thicc ass

[nottheweirdest]

Clean Slate (Rated E, 18+ Only) update time!!!! Hooooookay. So. End of ze fic.

(please get that reference)

So... remember that thing I said? The one about chapter 28 being the last chapter of Clean Slate ? Heh. Well.

It's not. 😬

It's too much. Too long. Too intense. So, I'm breaking it up into 3 different chapters. Here's where things stand now. Chapter 28 (~3800 words) is finished, edited, and sitting with my beta. Chapter 29 (~3500 words) is finished, consumed by my very helpful guinea pigs, and is awaiting my final edits and beta review. Chapter 30 is next to jot down and will still probably come in between 4-5k words

I might post chapter 28 as soon as Thursday. 😁

[subtotechno]

hooooookay. sigh. everythings winding down i think.... god im exhausted lmao

[bodily-autonomy-body-neutrality]

Hooooookay, there's a lot to unpack here!

I've gotten a lot of shit on this post for comparing abortions to trans healthcare, but you, my friend, have gone one step worse and compared trans healthcare to LOBOTOMIES.

Trans surgeries and hormones are not dangerous or unnecessary. I know so many trans people both irl and online and I've heard of one (1) transmasc who's had issues with their surgery. I've heard of a few more who had to go for revision surgery a few years after. But that doesn't make it dangerous. You're hella buying into radfem fearmongering here and I don't really know what to do with that. Please believe me when I say that every single trans person I know has had their life massively improved through the hormones and surgeries they got.

Sure, that's not every single trans person who's ever lived, but I know enough trans people that this is significant!!

To compare a mastectomy to a lobotomy makes me think you're the person whos gone to their Drs and asked for a lobotomy, lol. Plenty of women have their breasts removed or reduced, be it from back pain, cancer risk or literally just for cosmetic reasons. Breasts don't like, do anything the same way an entire lobe of your brain does. They're dormant unless you're currently nursing a child. Many transmascs don't want children or if they do, they don't want to nurse, so this is literally excess tissue to them. Tissue they may never need. Tissue that distresses them.

It's not medical malpractice to give a dysphoric person gender affirming treatment. Oh my GOD. And yeah, if you're spewing vitriol about trans people, you may lose your job cus that's bigotry and hate speech. You have no right to want a whole group of people to just Not Exist. And that's what you're essentially saying. Trans ppl can do whatever they want with their bodies, UNLESS it goes against some kind of standard that you set. Okay?? It's either bodily autonomy, fully and entirely no questions asked, or it's bullshit.

This is probably the first comment on this post that's made me want to throw out the whole suitcase, ngl. Great job.

Hey radfems, i got a thinker for you.

You know about the concept of bodily autonomy right?

Very important in feminist discussions - around abortion, fgm, forced prostitution, etc.

The concept that it's your body, and only you should get a say in what to do with it.

Now the difficult question:

Does this concept apply to trans people?

as in, can you accept that trans people should have ultimate control over their own bodies, and get to do whatever they want with it?

does your concept of bodily autonomy stretch that far, or are you already finding a million reasons why bodily autonomy for pregnant women is immutable and important, but bodily autonomy for trans people is evil, going to lead to the downfall of civilisation, and should be taken away?

do you believe in bodily autonomy?

or do you believe in bodily autonomy only in cases where you approve of the choices being made? do you believe in bodily autonomy for cis women only?

do you believe that trans people are so brainwashed or deluded that they don't, shouldn't get to have bodily autonomy?

and how would you feel if someone said the same thing about you? you've been brainwashed by the radfem cult and therefore others should be allowed to make decisions about what you do with your body? wouldn't you be mad about all the assumptions being made - including that you are too stupid to recognise you're in a cult, that the cult wants the downfall of society, and needs to be prosecuted? wouldn't you feel patronised and scared for your community?

why is it different when you talk about trans people?

do you believe in bodily autonomy or not?

(if you think you should have bodily autonomy but trans people should not, you may just hate trans ppl..........js)

[gay-hoodie-boy]

hooooookay. Gotta cool down from that one. Im probably very red right now-

[alypagemage]

So many feelings about Soulforge, Time of the Twins and Chronicles. *deep inhale, deep exhale*

Hooooookay, I really need to vent my feelings. Don’t mind me, the next few posts are probably just gonna be me rambling about deep stuff. Y’all can ignore these if you like, no biggie.

[deniigi]

Oh I see it was loving jack murdock hours. Hope I didn't miss it. Jack's reaction when he found out grace was pregnant/when he first held Matt/to any of Matt's firsts (steps words etc).

ASDAF:SADFJA:SDFASDFA

AWWWWWW

You didn’t miss it I’m here all day.

When Jack found Grace was pregnant he didn’t believe it at first, then when it finally dawned on him, he was just slapped with cold terror since this was before they were married.

They were both like ‘well FUCK.’ And scrambled back and wiped the sweat from their hands like ‘hooooookay, what now? What now? What now?” And then Jack looked up at Grace and saw her biting her lip with her big brown eyes all worryin’ and he was like ‘I’m gonna marry her. I’m gonna do it.’

and like 9 months of schmoop later, when Matt was born, Jack’s first thoughts were like ‘omg, he’s so red, what’s happened to him? Is he okay? why’s he so red? Where’s my WIFE? What’s wrong with baby--Wait. WAIT OH MY GOD, THIS IS MY BABY.’

And while a bunch of nurses giggled at him, he took Matt into his arms painfully carefully and just sort of smelled him, because he was real. And he was so sweet and overwhelmed with the world already and Jack was like, definitely dropping tears all over the place.

Matt’s firsts I think each took Jack out like getting slapped in the head by a slab of wood.

Like he just casually says ‘dada’ one day and Jack doesn’t even realize he’s said it until a good 15 seconds later then he’s diving over the couch, trying to get Matt to say it again (and of course, Matt refuses because it’s a game now).

Matt’s first steps are him getting up to try to follow Jack and Jack drops all the laundry in his arms and sweeps Matt up freaking out like ‘You DID IT??? Just Now??? You--you didn’t--you didn’t even need my help WHAT IS THE POINT OF ME??’ which makes this, again, into another game for Matt, so he refuses to do it again until Jack isn’t looking.

This continues for most things, with the exception of the potatoes. The first potato pancake is the only thing that goes the way he plans it to.

[snippetycape1]

Dr. Stone Ch. 196

Hooooookay so I really wanna talk about this chapter. Firstly Love Dr. Stone so much can’t wait to find more of the community around. Now then spoilers from here on out so gtfo if you don’t wanna be spoiled, spoilt, spoiler-ed.

So firstly, yeah time skip for Suika, seven years. Not surprising that it happened, also unsurprising that she’s now even more supah cute and. Cannot help but forever think of her as the surrogate daughter character so no matter what fanservice happens from here on she’ll forever be the one to protect more than anything. 

ANYWAY let’s talk about how she pulled off the revival. It was, as usual, a very realistic way to pull off a win. Loved that she figured it out and that it did take her longer than senku wrote out. One year would make sense for someone like senku or chrome so seven years for suika eh checks out well enough, smart cookie that one. 

While I’m extremely glad we’ll have the main cast up and running again, I can’t help but miss the times when it was just Senku and Taiju, or honestly just the early days when it was just senku. I always loved the start of management and idle games more than anything where there is tons of things to do and you want a really strong start. This chapter has me ready for the start or rather the continuation of the journey to the moon. Yeah it will for sure be a hard reset on progress, but I get the feeling it’ll be stronger than it started once all is said and done.

Now it’s time for some speculation, I’ll keep my old theory going that the ship and other infrastructure fell apart while the cast was gone, not all of it, but it’ll be the little things that will hold them up. The thing I really want to speculate on is Medusa side effects. Now I don’t think there will be any crazy poison or disease from petrification, being statues for a few thousand years will take that theory out of you. But it’s hard to buy that there is no natural side effect from using the medusa over and over again. I’d like to think that maybe they’ll find that other species have been petrified, maybe the medusa is getting better at petrification of all species. 

I would guess why-man just hates humans, but it strikes me as odd that he’d only test on sparrows then jump to humans without at least a few other species getting affected along the way...

To the point, ch. 196 Suika gets time skipped so she is older, more capable, and likely more independent than at the start. The cast is coming back and we can move on to bigger and better things. Next chapter lets look forward to Senku feeding people bugs (unlikely as there is way better food to be had) and possibly the plane making a return? I assume Senku is thinking of faster ways of travel than overseas, lack of supplies will mean some insane dr. stoney antics are on the horizon so look forward!

[z00r0p4]

Top ten Eugene scenes? 😊☺️😊

Hooooookay um.. man my memory is not so good bc I haven’t listened to a lot of these in literal years but I will try.

1. That moment in The Time Has Come where he accepts Christ. It’s not my favorite for that reason, though. it’s just it’s so well done, and so intense and emotional. It’s so gratifying to see a character like that have that kind of experience. It’s not something you really see every day.

2. The lecture he gives to that valley girl when he and Bernard are in California, and an earthquake happens. I actually listened to this one fairly recently, but I’m having a hard time remembering the specifics of what he said; I just really appreciated it because he dropped like. An extremely hot take, and there was a lot of wisdom in what he was telling her.

3. I think it’s in like? A Christmas conundrum? It’s the episode where they all give each other gifts that are really expensive, because they’ve been led on by the idea that someone else is giving them a really expensive gift. At the very end, Eugene gives his brand new stereo w/ all the gadgets and gizmos to Grady because his mom needed an alarm clock. 🥺 who gave Eugene permission to have a heart that big??? His generosity is so incredibly underrated, and completely overshadowed by the fact that he Talks Like That™️.

4. Ok so when I started this, I thought it was just going to be funny shit and maybe some cute heartwarming things but I’m going all out on the heartwarming thing right now: Eugene taking the fall for Nicholas Adamsworth in Richard Maxwell’s debut, The Nemesis. He essentially— even if momentarily— lost all of his credibility so that kid wouldn’t get in trouble and lose his own opportunity to study @ Campbell (I think that was how it went anyway). That’s so ridiculously selfless. And he did that when he was like, basically college-age. He didn’t even hesitate. He saw himself in Nicholas, and he immediately swooped in to take the bullet for him. How could you not love this man??? He has so much humanity and empathy.

5. This falls in line with what I posted about last week: I really like that entire plot point about Eugene coming back having lost his memory. Specifically, I really like that exact moment where he’s begging mr. Whittaker to do everything he can. I like to see characters pushed to their breaking point, and that’s exactly what was happening there. it’s just so raw.

6. Ok so maybe some more lighthearted things now? Maybe? Wait no ok one more wholesome moment. When Eugene starts tanking his score in the trivia game w/ Katrina after he learns she needs the cash prize for tuition. Like WOW. Imagine someone doing that for you. What the hell. I would’ve cried.

7. When he’s on the roadtrip with Bernard, meets a group of Eugene clones, gets super excited about it, spends time with them, and promptly decides he absolutely does not want to spend time with a group of Walmart Eugenes ever again.

8. My memory of this is so fuzzy but when he crashed the wedding vow renewal of katrina’s parents (?) because he thought Katrina was getting married to Brandon. God what a simp.

9. That episode where one of the kids takes an imagination station adventure or something where she can like read everyone’s mind, and Eugene’s thought process is literally just like, a dictionary and google predictive search on steroids. I’m obsessed with that and even though it was only hypothetical, I refuse to believe that that wasn’t actually what goes on in Eugene’s brain on a second-to-second basis.

10. The entirety of Poor Loser