#i am trash garbage :)

[dalishious]

why is elgar'nan kinda...? (or is that just me?)

Filing him under this post tbh:

[emily-mooon]

Scott Pilgrim Characters as Text Posts but they’re mostly of Stacey and Neil cause I’m obsessed with them :]

[renewedmotionforjudgment]

[epickiya722]

It's so fucking hilarious to me as a writer to know people will complain about characters being "too OOC" in fanfics (fiction that doesn't have to stay with canon), but be the same damn people who will use those character AIs shits and be like "oh, look what this character said" and it be something you know damn well that character wouldn't say.

So when fanfic writers do it, keep in mind some of us do try to keep the character's personality and if we change it it could be for an AU, it's not okay?

But you give AI a pass? You give thievery a damn pass?

Where in the absolute hell do you think those "quirky" lines even fucking come from?

It really does break my heart that I'll see more and more people who actually create feel discouraged to do what they because people continue to use fucking AI.

"But I can't write, I can't draw."

So you use AI? Because you damn sure ain't learning how to do write or draw.

How do you think artists and writers get good at drawing and writing in the first place?

PRACTICE AND EFFORT.

[anodyne-sunflower]

Bioware what the absolute fuck.

[harmonytheme]

RIP Lucas and Dillon in the Hollyoaks intro (2023-2024)

[3lji]

still processing this chapter

HE TIAN has possibly disappeared for months or years but still somehow knows THE RING MEASUREMENT FOR MO’S ENGAGEMENT RING. HOW?! THIS MAN DOES NOT MISS.

THIS IS HE TIAN’S WORLD WE’RE ALL JUST LIVING IN IT.

[torchickentacos]

I'm reading poetry at 1 am and spiraling over like 45 emotions at once, which is how poetry was meant to be enjoyed, I think

[magicwhiskers29]

I had an epiphany whilst writing

[weaselishmcdiesel]

remember when searching for images as reference and inspiration wasnt filled with ai generated garbage

[miitgaanar]

Whumptober prompt!

No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD

Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | “I can’t think straight.”

Don't read this one <3

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Addilyn tried to bite back the scream.  She focused on a point across the street—a faded advertisement for Farold’s pasted up on the side of a building.  It was ripped and peeling, with the simple word PISSMOPS written across it in a hasty hand—

She bucked against the sudden pressure applied to her middle, accidentally biting her tongue as she fought to contain the pained yelp that sat at the back of her throat.  Though the yelp might have been better than the pathetic, broken cry that escaped her instead.

“I’m sorry,” Lemuel said, his voice hard.  Focused.  But she could hear the ragged edge in each word.  “I called for a healer.  We just need to slow the bleeding until he gets here, all right?”

He shifted his weight slightly and a piercing pain shot through her abdomen, causing an abrupt white flash to engulf her vision.  She didn’t even get to scream that time.

It wasn’t until Addilyn felt a less than gentle slap at her cheek that she realized she must have blacked out.  And, even then, her line of sight had grown frighteningly narrow.

“Hey,” Lemuel snapped, all of the authority of an officer in that single word.  “Stay with me, Theron.  You’re not off duty yet.  Not even with a hole in your gut.  Eyes up.”

A weak laugh escaped her—which she instantly regretted, her hand clutching at the fabric of his sleeve as she struggled to keep the encroaching abyss at bay—and managed to croak, “Sorry, sir.  Won’t happen again.”

Lemuel looked over his shoulder, the movement causing her to whimper.  Absently, she realized his cape was missing.  Glancing down between them, she saw that he had ripped it off to stem the considerable flow of blood from her abdomen.

Damn, Addilyn thought dully.  There’ll be no getting that stain out.

“Where are they?” Lemuel called out to someone she couldn’t see.

“They should be on their way, sir,” a man answered.  Probably someone on the patrol.  She didn’t recognize the voice, though she didn’t really try to recall its owner.  “We sent up the signal.”

“Send up another,” Lemuel said, no small amount of frustration present in the order.  He turned his attention back to her, wincing slightly as he looked her over.  She tried not to read too much into the way his brow furrowed in obvious concern.  “Just a bit longer, Theron.  Keep your eyes on the streets.”

Addilyn felt him apply more pressure, the sickening squelch of wet cloth reaching her ears just as her vision faded once more, coupled with an overwhelming nausea that had her gagging violently.  The spasm was enough to leave her gasping as she struggled to stay conscious.

She tried not to notice the coppery tang of blood coating her tongue.

“Easy.”  Lemuel reached up to brush a lock of hair from her face.  The cool metal of his gauntlets against her clammy skin teased the ghost of a smile from her lips.  “Just a bit longer.”

They’re not coming, she thought.  How she wanted to say the words to him, to warn him.  Prepare him.  The Lions would never pass up an opportunity to rid themselves of Addilyn Theron, not when the blame could easily be shuffled off onto Gefendur miscreants.

But, try as she might, the words never came, so focused was she on fighting against the inky blackness clawing at the edges of her vision.  The pain was constant, unbearable.  As if the blade that had run her through was still lodged in her gut, twisting and cutting and slicing at her innards.  Though she doubted the constant pressure Lemuel applied to the area helped much.  Had she the strength, she might have even tried to push him off of her, if only for a moment’s reprieve from the agony scuttling beneath her flesh.

“Anything?” Lemuel called out, though his eyes didn’t leave her.

“Nothing yet, sir.”

“Goddamnit,” he muttered softly.  She could see the desperation beginning to creep into his golden gaze.  And perhaps just the hint of a dawning realization.  One that he clearly did not want to consider.  “Send someone to the temple.  Bring back one of their healers.”

“But, sir—”

“That’s an order,” he snarled, leaving no room for argument.

He pressed just a bit harder on her stomach, leaching the last of the self-control from her body.  She cried out, loud and uninhibited as a broken sob wrenched itself from her throat.  The hand clutching at his sleeve grew weak, her fingers uselessly numb as she finally lost her futile battle with the looming darkness.

And it was the anguished cry of her name that followed her as she at last fell into the rapacious void.

[woollyrhinocrafts]

SCREAMING OPOSSUM KNIT HAT PATTERN

Get it from Ravelry or Ko-Fi

[grandfangarbagechan]

Genuinely what the fuck is up with Wuthering Waves? Who told them to make the game this good?

I'm over here reading a poster and thinking "oh, I'll just go on a lil side quest for some gacha currency" and suddenly I'm legally-not-ghost-rider riding up a floating highway and using a sword the size of the motorcycle to hit obstacles on the way to an objective that as far as I can tell permanently changes part of the map. What the fuck? Why is this so cool?? Who told them they could do this???

[threnodians]

jing yuan has been on my train all day in three different spots and i’m not gonna cry about it

[grimowled]

;ooc

[taskforcebug]

Jaydick be upon ye!