#i didn't know how to continue it

[swagrum76]

I once tried to write a book about Bill Nye the Science Guy turning evil and killing all of humanity. I even gave him a little backstory, and that backstory was basically that he worked for the Nazis in WW2, got shoved in front of a landmine, stayed at a doctors office for a few weeks due to ptsd, and then went home. (his home was ravaged by war so he checked the mailbox and there was a job application for an acting career in there.)

This is basically all I typed in it: [warning - mildly disturbing content. I wanted bill to gradually grow more and more insane until he snaps.]

­ The Billpocalypse

Chapter 1: Where It All Started Bill Nye served for Nazi Germany as a soldier during World War Two. He was often insulted and made fun of due to his clumsiness in the war, and as a result, someone named Carl decided to take advantage of that. Carl's plan took action on July, 6th, 1938, and he intentionally shoved Bill into a minefield during the German invasion of Poland. Surprisingly, the landmine did not blow any of Bill’s limbs apart, and he just was shoved up into the air like a ragdoll. He then fell onto the ground and his consciousness faded away. A few years after the incident, Bill regained his consciousness and woke up on a white hospital bed. After this happened, something snapped inside of him. He lived peacefully at the hospital until the war ended. After that period, Bill's main doctor, who was a stern German man named Patrick Robotnick, gave him one last psychological evaluation. It concluded, and Bill was allowed to go home. After 4 weeks of sitting in an airplane, he arrived at his brick house, but something was disturbingly wrong. All his family members were dead and his house was nothing but a pathetic little pile of rubble.He decided to at least check the red mailbox in front of his house to see if it had anything in it. To his surprise, it contained an envelope containing a white slip of paper. This white slip of paper contained a job offer that only required a five minute conversation. Having nothing to lose at this point, he said “that sounds like a great idea!” and took it. The job was for an acting position at a science tv show, and that show would be called Bill Nye the Science Guy. He ran as quickly as he could to talk to the location of his soon-to-be workplace, and he arrived at a parking lot next to a building which had an appearance similar to a Waffle House if it had red on it instead of yellow. He entered, chatted with the people there, and got the job.

Chapter 2 - Bill's First Work DayBill's first work day was hard. The pay was miserable and his boss constantly yelled at him all the time, even when he did nothing wrong. He worked at a boring old wooden desk and filed paperwork for 10 hours. It was weird. There was no stage, or any of that. Have I been given the wrong job?, Bill thought in frustration. After his shift ended, he asked his boss, who's name was Dave, for a raise. In response, Dave yelled at him with "Are you crazy or something??? You were a Nazi in World War Two! I ain't giving you shit!" Upon hearing this response, Bill Nye grabbed a red pen from the top of his desk, held it like a knife, and ran over to confront Dave. He then stated the following "Listen here sir, it's not right to judge someone based on their past! So you either give me a raise or die! Like my master in the war, I have a short fuse!". In response, Dave laughed at him and said "Are you seriously going to try to murder me with that pen? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Stupid Nazi scum!". Bill could hold his anger no longer. He punched Dave as hard as he could. Then he forcefully opened Dave's mouth and shoved the red pen deep inside his throat. Dave, of course, didn't like this very much, and he died from blood loss. A pool of crimson emerged from under Dave’s body, and got all over the tiled floor. Bill quickly fled the scene after this incident, and he would run deep into the woods, where he would find a old abandoned log cabin.

He stayed at said cabin for a few weeks and found a shotgun in a closet. But he had an unexpected guest after that time had ended, as he heard a loud knock at the door. This knock was scary for him, as he didn't expect any company since the cabin had been abandoned for so long. He cowered in a corner in fear after hearing the knocking. The wooden door flew off of the hinges and fell onto the floor, and a police officer and full riot gear appeared behind it. Bill loaded his gun and fired, but it was no use. The bullets just bounced off the transparent shield that the officer was holding.After this sight, Bill Nye was forcefully handcuffed and violently shoved into a police car. Then everything blacked out for him, as he was transferred to a concrete jail cell. Even the bars of the cell were made of concrete. When he awoke inside of his cell, he saw a buff man in an orange jumpsuit was in there with him. Bill didn’t know the man’s name, nor did he bother to ask, so he just referred to him as ��Pablo”. Bill stayed in there for a few months, and voices were starting to speak to him within his head. He felt as if he was a fictional character, and that nothing he did mattered. This insanity, coupled with his time in the war and severe PTSD, led him to constantly punch the walls of the prison. His hands became wounded and bloody, but he didn’t stop punching. Eventually, Bill started punching Pable, but the guards didn’t do anything to stop them from fighting, as they couldn’t even get into the prison because the bars were made of concrete. Bill didn’t care how much pain Pablo was in, nor did he care that he was actively pleading for him to stop. A few minutes of nonstop punching later, Bill was satisfied with what he had done. Pablo was no more, and Pablo couldn’t bother him anymore. Bill then used his bare hands to tear out the arm bones of Pablo’s body. After that was done, Bill used his feet to set the bones in a corner and ripped the sheets off of his bed with his teeth. He had truly gone insane by this point, and to him, nothing was real anymore. With the bedsheets he had obtained earlier, he tied Pablo’s arm bones to each of his wrists via knots, and he began punching the walls again. Bill was actively looking for a way out of his cell, but he thought a weakness in the concrete itself would be the only way out. Unlike a sane person who would have been screaming in pain upon landing a punch on the walls of his cell, Bill was laughing like a madman each time he laid his fist upon the wall. Suddenly, after a few weeks of nonstop punching, Bill saw a crack in the wall appear, so he started kicking it, and then the wall itself crumbled into dust. It occurred so fast that to bystanders, it appeared that God himself erased a wall out of existence. Bill seized the opportunity and ran outside into the open air.

As he approached the streets in front of him, he noted now there were many other people near him. (the prison was near a busy city, ok?)

So he had the idea to run as fast as he could at anyone he laid his eyes on.

[egophiliac]

ANNIVERSARY GROOVY BOYBAND! THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD, I also love the hades reference with idia! Ik ur probably really swamped with the book 7 brain rot but I wanted to know ur thoughts. I also wanted to mention that I am so card deprived I feel like I need a replacement event to take tsumderlands place

AUGH NO I LOVE THEM. 😭 UGH now I really have to think about if I want to try pulling for Grim again. dangit. heck. I already got his little pedestal to add my guest room shrine, but...now I kinda need the boss himself...

also, the implications of it not being an OB thing, Idia can just. Do That? apparently? do you think he ever just sometimes does it by accident? what am I saying, he absolutely sometimes does it by accident.

gosh though. this event has been SO cute in general! I was wondering who'd get the focus for year 5; I could not be happier that the answer is apparently EVERYBODY. :D all the dorms get their own special songs! so many cute little scenes!!! the lowest of stakes bringing out the highest of pettiness in everyone!!!!!! it's excellent.

(also, because I will make literally anything about my diaboys...I know these events are typically sorta, let's say chronologically unmoored with regards to story. but the further implications that this takes place pre-episode 7/Malleus' Big Existential Crisis, and yet...some of these lines?)

[barefeet-only]

Say Shawarma Right Now

It was a rainy August afternoon when Talia arrived in Gotham. It wasn’t a shock that it was raining, it always rained in Gotham. A depressing city with a depressing atmosphere. Why her love and son were so obsessed with it she would never know. So while Talia was prepared with her umbrella as she walked through the streets, waiting for her son’s compatriots to notice she was in town, she did not expect the humidity. This city always found a way to make her miserable. 

While she waited for her son to come find her, Talia made her way to her favorite local street vendor. A wonderful immigrant woman from Iran who had married a Turkish man and moved to the United States with hopes of grandeur. She had a talent for seasonings unheard of on this side of the Atlantic and it always made suffering through her chattering worth it. 

Talia noticed him as she made her way down the international market. A tall man with broad shoulders and a fit build. Not too muscular but enough to prove he went to the gym regularly. He was laughing loudly as he talked to the shawarma lady while she made his food. The cook was talking about how her son had finally gotten a girlfriend but forgot her birthday and was desperately trying to make it up to her. 

“Say wallah right now!” He jokingly exclaimed. 

“Wallah! Now I have a moping son and a no good husband stinking up the house right now. What I wouldn’t give to have a good boy like you as my child!”

Talia was on edge, something about this man was familiar to her. She couldn’t place where, but instinctually the assassin knew she knew this man. In her line of work, being able to place a face was the difference between life and death.

Talia took a seat at a nearby bench and began studying his side profile. He had thick black hair with an undercut and longer bangs on the front, a black stud on his lower lobe, and lightly tanned skin that would allow him to pass as white as long as he stayed out of the sun. While his piercing blue eyes should have been the first thing anyone would notice about him, it was the small curving scar behind his ear that instantly clued Talia in on his identity. 

“How much longer do you plan on staying in Gothman Danyal?” The cook asked. 

“Ah, I'm only here for another week now. Looks like we are closing the deal and I’ll be heading home.”

Danyal gave a cheerful smile to the lady as she handed him his food. 

“It’s partly why I came here to visit you, Mina. No one back home knows how to season like you do.” 

He leaned in and spoke low, “Or give me as good a discount.”

Mina tsked and smacked the man, “What a beggar! Got yourself a big fancy job and you’re still here asking for money off!”

Danyal winked at her and took a bite of his food, groaning in appreciation. 

Mina smiled, “Well I’m going to miss you dear boy. Please come visit some time.” 

“Boy?! How many times do I have to tell you I’m thirty!”

Danyal smiled genuinely and handed her a bright green business card, “But of course I’m going to visit. Here, this has my number on it, remind me to come visit in a couple months when you realize your best customer needs to help you pay your bills.”

She took the card and giggled. 

“Green? Really Danyal, you ought to be more professional with the job you have, this is why I call you boy. That and you barely look a day past twenty-three.” 

Danyal giggled and walked away, taking his meal with him. Talia was no longer hungry anymore. After a few moments she stood up and slowly followed him. She needed to know why he was in Gotham, she needed to know why he was alive. 

As they walked through the streets Talia noticed that Danyal was dry, the rain hadn’t stopped the entire time she had been in Gotham yet somehow Danyal had not a drop of moisture on him. He must have some device on him that allowed him to stay dry, there was no natural explanation. Dangerous she thought. Yet the moment the thought occurred to her, she recoiled at the idea. Danyal was a pathetic assassin, he had no talent for the craft at all and after all this time he finally instilled caution in her? Something was wrong, and Talia was determined to figure out what. If nothing else, she would finally achieve her greatest regret and kill Danyal herself. 

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[chekhovs-guns]

so, this finale literally gave us 1. the most horrible mistreatment of poc companion since martha jones, 2. mistreatment of first male queer black doctor who was also possibly fired bc of his political views, 3. mistreatment of classic who characters like omega and the rani who's in some way essential to lore, 4. misogynistic pro-life propaganda, 5. piss and shit instead of plot. but most of you forgot about it because you got your fucking white woman back for nostalgia points. as if you wouldn't have cancelled chibnall in the first second for same shit.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Archery Nemesis.

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[nerdinsandals]

He is not one of us🎵

He has never been one of us~🎶

Have Amethio without all the lighting and effects too! Just because I'm pretty happy with how the hair turned out and you can't really appreciate it in the final version haha

[dreamerdrop]

Long rant bubbling in my skull about how people paint Julian Bashir as being much more predatory and creepy than he actually is in canon to the point of blaming him for an event where he was being sexually harassed and assaulted on screen.

[tapakah0]

@somerandomdudelmao *cough-cough* *COUGH* Sorry I'm still not over this arc... *disappears*

Imagine Dragons - I Bet My Life

[fisheito]

this also happened. by the way

[egophiliac]

I loved your drawing(and I love your style in general) with Leia in your recent post! If/when you have time can we see more of her in your style? I get so happy whenever I actually see people mention/talk about her and she’s not just forgotten because we didn’t get to see much of her. 😭

thank you! 💙💙💙 Leia/Leah/Lea/whatever is fascinating to me. she is the ultimate unknown. what was she like? how involved (or even aware of any details of the invasion) was she? Silver's basically a physical carbon copy of his biodad, so what did he get from her? like, I understand why the two of them kind of have to stay as these super vague and mysterious figures -- the whole point of them is that their story ended 400+ years ago and they're not really relevant anymore (and. well. the more that gets explained about them, the less that can just kinda be handwaved as "oh the politics were Very Messy") (we can sit here and theorize all day but let us acknowledge that, ultimately, canon gave us almost nothing about them post-Meleanor and we'd just be making things up). I do still wonder about her though! RIP Lea, we never knew you and we probably never will.

actually you know what, as long as we're here, I think I WILL go ahead and just make some stuff up about what Silver might've inherited from her instead.

[slutforpringles]

via: Daniel Ricciardo: Late braker | The Australian Weekend Magazine Nov 12-13 2016 | Trent Dalton

[piece-of-pierce]

Bruce's Adoption Instinct

Basically, I was tired and had the thought of "what if the adoption instinct is actually like the Spider-Sense and a real thing?" and now this exists.

It started, as so much else had, with Haley's Circus. Bruce watched the acts, surveyed the crowd, and everything was normal. Then a small boy skirted past him, just barely stumbling before rolling forward into a controlled tumble and bouncing up into a few flips. The boy had made eye contact, clearly looking for some kind of applause or coin.

Bruce offered neither. Everything had frozen, time standing still for just a moment, as black and blue feathers filled every inch of his vision around that child. Something electric crackled in his ears as the feathers danced before it faded faster than it had appeared.

Later, Bruce watched that same boy rush toward the crumpled bodies of his parents, cameras flashing all around, and couldn't turn away. There was something about that child, who reminded him so much of himself in that alley, who had filled his senses with blue and black and flight and a shock of energy. He took the boy home.

-=o0o=-

Dick had moved out, taking up a more permanent role with the Titans and leaving Bruce's evening patrols feeling empty. He made his way back to where he'd left the Batmobile, only to find a small figure working at the tires, 3 hubcaps already removed and leaning against the alley's wall.

Bruce made his next step scuff on the ground, drawing the kid's gaze. They made eye contact and, for the second time, Bruce's vision filled. This time, the boy was outlined in red that seeped and stained the black metal shards all around him, a quick succession of gunshots echoing in Bruce's ears before it all faded. Bruce needed to know what that was. He'd never figured it out with Dick, but this was a second chance. He took the boy, Jason, home.

Weeks later, Bruce saw a blurry picture in the news showing Blüdhaven's new black-and-blue clad vigilante, electricity arcing from the escrima stick that swung in one hand. Something clicked in his mind, drawing a connection he'd been hunting for years.

Those vignettes, when he first saw the boys, were the future. Dick was always going to become Nightwing, at least since that first moment Bruce looked him in the eye. That meant Jason...

Spreading red, black scraps of metal, gunshots echoing in the night...

Bruce tightened the reins, shortened patrols, and encouraged Jason to stay in the house more. It wasn't hard, admittedly. Jason happily took to the new additions to the library.

Then he was gone and Bruce was looking for him and there was a flight to Ethiopia and Bruce was too late and he'd failed Jason. He'd failed to defy fate.

[voidwelt]

The mispronunciation of Welt's name used to bother me (as it is canonically meant to be based on the German word, so it should be spoken with a harder V sound). I studied German in school, so I had to work myself out of pronouncing it correctly, just so the game pronunciation would stop bothering me.

But as time passes, I sort of come to think, the way the reason for this mispronunciation IRL is the intent being lost in translation (CN doesn't quite have the right syllables for the German pronunciation and EN direction carried this along in HSR), the reason for its mispronunciation in-game could, if you like, also be chalked up to something being lost in translation (in a different way).

I like to imagine Welt Joyce's name is 100% pronounced correctly. (No EN dub exists to prove me wrong). He got the name right from its source, given to him by a German, and mentions as such when he dies, "Welt" for "World" in German. There's no way it's not meant to be pronounced correctly.

When it gets passed down to Yang, the meaning is still there, but the interpretation is muddied through the inherent perception filter of a young person (as is his interpretation of the duty as a whole). He sees Joyce bleed out against the concrete to save a city and he internalises this as the legacy and the "burden" of Welt. The German word becomes a gifted Title that represents protecting the World first and foremost, and then as its bearer takes off to the stars, off of that original world, in an attempt to save others, it's even further divorced from its original language context.

When Welt describes the meaning of his name to Sunday, he's come up with his own, adjusted and extended definition for it. He's expanded onto it with his own thoughts, influenced by the Trailblaze and how many lives he's come into contact with. "Each person is a world unto themselves, with as many possibilities as the distant stars." (paraphrased)

(He also says some stuff about how the Trailblaze doesn't end when you leave the Express, so it really makes me think of how he might think of... Ahem. Anyway, back to topic.)

Ultimately, Welt Joyce and Welt Yang have the same first name/title in text and in writing, but...

If they're pronounced differently, it just goes to show, that no matter how hard Welt (Yang) attempts to personally embody his hero in all that he does, how hard he tries to carry this legacy in its purest form, they're ultimately still different people, with different experiences, with different souls.

Or, I could just be looking too much into a minor flaw in the translation process! Isn't that the fun of thinking too hard about things? Should we run Mr. Yang over with our shared car? We have to do something about this

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The penisest of tunes.

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[jupiterdolll]

people who stopped liking naruto (the character and show both) due to naruto's focus on sasuke just make me laugh. they think that this somehow diminishes naruto's character, since his dream of becoming hokage is no longer priority.

you can't view naruto as this unchanging entity. yes he's the main character and yes it was ingrained into our brains in the first chapters and arcs that he wants to become hokage. that was his way of saying he wants to be acknowledged and respected. as a child, he seen that the hokage received these things, so naturally that's what set the example. "hokage" was the title of what he desired. but most of all... unbeknownst to him, being understood and loved was his real desire. the actual genuine kind.

the opening arc that sets the tone for the entire story is the land of waves. we immediately get the parallel between haku/zabuza and naruto/sasuke. haku made naruto think more deeply, telling him that beyond acknowledgement and respect there is something so much more valuable. to be understood, loved, and cared for. and within that same arc that is what sasuke shows and gives to naruto. sasuke himself seemingly unaware of his own feelings, his body 'just moved on it's own'.. his instinct made him protect what was precious to him. dreams, future, none of that matters, it dissipates entirely from your mind when you are trying to protect and save what is most precious to you. and for sasuke, that most precious person is naruto.

upon reading/watching this for the first time, the narrative does not let you understand why sasuke came to love naruto this much until later down the line of the story. but right off the bat, kishimoto immediately makes you know that there is something there he feels for naruto so strongly, to the point that it would make a character like sasuke (very goal focused, revenge based, nonchalant about mostly everything else) give up his life for him, disregarding what he shows in the majority of the plot to be his biggest dream: killing itachi.

as the story goes on, again and again naruto witnesses sasuke having these deep emotions for him, for his comrades. love and protection. he learns more about love because of sasuke.. he learns more about his own emotions through sasuke.

sasuke tells naruto that he doesn't understand what losing or having family ties feels like, as naruto never had a family. this is why naruto's desire to be acknowledged and respected at the beginning was more shallow than he had realized. yes, hokage would give you those things, but genuine understanding and love only comes from real connection.

so naruto slowly starts to realize that what actually fulfills him is not becoming hokage, but sasuke. his dream becomes sasuke. sasuke is who understands him, sasuke is who acknowledges him as a person, acknowledges his efforts and courage amongst how lonely he knows naruto feels. naruto now knows that the love and acknowledgment he would get from becoming hokage does not compare to the specific, intimate, personal bond he has with sasuke. he knows that nothing and nobody else can make him feel how sasuke does.

this realization impacts naruto so greatly that he spends the rest of the time chasing sasuke. because sasuke is the first one to open his heart, the first to make him feel comfort upon just being himself. why wouldn't sasuke become his dream? it was destined from the beginning.

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.