#i had this stuck in my head help

[chiosblog]

Everyone is dumb - The A-Team music video

I made a silly video with a silly song for the silly vibes lol

[sashthesloth]

Wait 'til you meet my little sister

[togament]

boogie oogie bam bam

[unluckedtj]

something bad’s about to happen to me

why i feel this way, i don’t know maybe

[little-pondhead]

The Curse Of Hope

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Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.

The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.

“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.�� The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”

That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.

Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.

“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.

The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.

“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”

Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.

The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”

Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.

-Or-

Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.

Luckily, Danny can provide that help.

But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.

[pardonmydelays]

do you ever wake up and your brain is like SONYA IS GOOD, NATASHA IS YOUNG AND eurydice was a hungry young girl... (NINAROSARIOTHEBARRIO'SBEST!) heather... heather... heather... DIVORCED BEHEADED DIED veronica? veronica??? VERONICA!!! ...and MR HERMES THAT'S ME! (...naomiiiiii...rodrigueeez...) beetlejuicebeetlejuicebeetlejuice HEY BALAGA HO BALAGA HEY HEY HO BALAGA... AND LAFAYETTE ANDREY ISN'T HERE!!! DIVORCED BEHEADED SURVIVED (i am usnavi and you probably never heard my name) and what about pierre... what about pierre... what about pierreeeee... AND PEGGY!

[lotuslate]

drunk and in love in a meadow // used this pic as ref

[hannigramislife]

Tremble, little lion man

You'll never settle any of your scores

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

You wanna know something I headcanon about Dazai so aggressively that I have never seen anyone else talk about?

I bet you that he talks to himself. I bet you that spending most of his days in his teen years alone, socially and physically without anyone has probably affected him in some way. I bet that he’d spend all day in that shipping container and he’d talk to himself. He’d narrate what he’s doing, sing little songs, probably fuck up the lyrics or just trail off and come up with his own thing, he came ip with his double suicide song doing this.

I bet he still does this when he’s alone.

[ladyimaginarium]

and we can hide under the floorboards but your body was never built to last

house of the dragon. / death rattle — ethel cain.

[elilelibeli]

+18, nsfw, mdi | explicit Marylily :) | 🤭🤭🤭

“Oh where’s Marlene?” said Mary as soon as she came into the living room and saw Lily reading on the couch, alone.

“With Dorcas” replied Lily, looking up from her book. “You are back early.. how was it?”

“Fine.”

“Fine? It was fine? Mary please…” Lily rolled her eyes and with the teasing tone she continued, “He was ugly wasn’t he? oh my god was he bald? Was your blind date Danny DeVito?”

Mary wanted to be annoyed at Lily, because the redhead was doing everything possible to be an annoying asshole, but Mary couldn’t be annoyed, she couldn’t, when she was praying to her knees not to buckle, because quite frankly Lily with that teasing smirk was hot.

“Oh I wish he would have been Danny DeVito, at least he would have been funnier” mumbled Mary, sitting on the other end of the couch.

“Oh so that bad huh?”

“Well.. he was nice, polite..?” Mary continued with a questioning tone

“Are you asking or are you telling cause if you are asking I don’t think I know the answer, you were the one on a date after all” Lily was on a roll of running her mouth apparently, but god that mouth looked so good doing anything. “You couldn’t have stayed there for more than an hour tho? What was so terrible about him? Patchy beard? Weird Mole? Fake accent?”

Mary considered making an excuse, saying something that would be believable but a lie. But Lily looked so beautiful, so so kissable.. and she looked exactly how Mary imagined her surrounded by fluffy cushions and blankets, comfortable and pretty. And when Mary was in that stuffy restaurant only thing she wanted to be was next to Lily on that couch. So she looked straight at the redheads teasing eyes and whispered. “He wasn’t you.”

The end of that confession and Lily’s lips on Mary’s were simultaneous.

Lily kissed like a woman hungry, woman determined, woman taking. Mary was immediately engulfed. Her head thrown back on the back side of the couch pulling Lily onto her lap.

Lily’s lips traveled downwards like they were on a mission. Mission to cover every inch of Mary’s body. First the jaw, then the sweet spot on her neck, collarbone, breasts, where the damned lacy bra allowed the skin to be free, stomach under messily shoved up blouse.

Every inch of her skin covered, accompanied by the sweet, sweet sounds of Mary. Until Lily’s head was buried under her skirt.

I mean she did help her choose that one before the date, “looks good with the blouse, goes with the new shoes” Lily had said, she however didn’t say how much she wanted to well to put it simply fuck Mary in it.

Lily was getting what she wished for and she was not wasting the opportunity. She kissed Mary right above her lacy panties, sucked on her inner tights, traced the sweet spot with her fingers. And when Mary’s voice grew higher and her squirming more well squirm-ish she finally buried her tongue. When Lily thought licking and sucking were not enough she added her fingers, looking up at Mary’s eyes rolling back. Mary was coming undone on the couch in the living room, the neighbors probably heard Lily enjoying her sweet treat. It was insane, probably would traumatize Marlene if she came back home seeing kneeling Lily and moaning mess of Mary. But well, what could Lily do, Mary needed to be reminded of some particular things and she was determined to be the cue.

As she felt Mary’s breathing shorten and her body start to shake, Lily quickly pulled out her fingers and stood up on her legs.

Even if Mary needed to be reminded of things, and even if Lily was taught to always finish her dinner, she also needed to get the message across. “You will get the rest when you stop going on dates.”

Lily could hear Mary’s tiny scoff as she tried to even out her breathing.

—————————————————————————

Mary needed more than couple of seconds to calm down and get her mind back. Being taken at the edge of the cliff but never getting the push to go over and fall was one of the pettiest things Lily had done. But I guess Mary deserved that, she deserved every bit of an attitude from Lily but she also deserved to get what she was dreaming the whole evening.

Mary walked to Lily’s door and watched her loosely braid her fiery hair with the same delicate fingers that had made Mary scream just moments ago. She twisted the strands of hair around each other swiftly and it looked beautiful, it was a shame they would get ruined very, very quickly under Mary’s fist.

Mary walked into Lily’s room like a panther, gracefully, laced with danger. Lily looked at her with a stoic expression like absolutely nothing had happened minutes ago. Though that expression was darkened quickly when Mary straddled her lap and started kissing her neck.

“I will.. stop.. the dates..” was breathed out after every kiss. “You can have all of me Lily”

“All mine?” was questioned by the head thrown back.

“All Yours” was echoed as Mary was suddenly being thrown on Lily’s bed.

[veevoosh]

when the brainrot is so real you drew them for a school assignment PFFFFFFTT

(...if anyones wondering what the assignment was here it is too )

DONT MIND THE SCUFF PLE ASE WEB DESIGN IS //NOT// MY PASSION GAHAHAH

[sledge-in-space]

John Seed is a comfort character for some people. Folks like to ship him with their deputies or craft redemption arcs for him.

There's nothing wrong with that, obviously.

But I just can't wrap my head around it.

There's nothing comforting about the way John Seed treated Joey Hudson. I don't understand why the ordeal she went through doesn't seem to matter to fans of his.

She was bait for the rookie deputy and nothing more, because she wasn't going to give in and join the cult.

He terrorized Joey and the rest of Fall's End, stooping to the lowest, most inhumane levels to get his way. Some even theorize that he hurt the "sinners" in his care just because he wanted to, for malicious, sadistic reasons that didn't have anything to do with the cult. At worst, some people go as far as to speculate that he raped Joey.

It's easy to see why someone might come to that conclusion. The way he acts is deplorable and he makes everything feel extremely personal, sometimes in ways that can be interpreted as sexually charged. He'll do anything in order to get his way because "no" is antithetical to him. He regularly flies off the handle, so much so that Joseph is threatening to cast him out. All the touching and getting right up in the player's face is so uncomfortable and obsessive (which is the point, but I digress).

So why does he get to be redeemed and venerated by fans? Don't his actions warrant consequences?

Are people willing to let him off the hook because he's attractive? Because he had a horrible, abusive childhood? Obviously he's got a lot more lore than most of the cast. Is that something people are interested in exploring for him over other characters?

I'm not trying to come after anyone personally. There's nothing wrong with liking villains and Jacob, Faith, and Joseph have also done terrible things to innocent people.

Which is like, fine. It's a video game.

And I know that John, like Joey, is a victim of Ubisoft's choppy, inconsistent writing and storytelling. Things got changed and swapped and cut during development that got us to where we are, with the story we have. Flaws and all, not like it was ever going to be perfect.

But in my opinion, I feel like the adoration for John does a huge disservice to Joey. People make thirsty edits of him while she's literally tied up behind him. It's tasteless and makes the optics of her situation look even creepier.

Her pain has largely been ignored for as long as the game has existed. I can't for the life of me figure out why.

[hella1975]

so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment

[phykoha]

Drank a white pineapple Monster before work today and when I tell you that was the most productive 2 hours I've had in the past few days jsjfjjxx

I actually managed to finish a commission! And I added a bunch of unnecessary effects and lighting that Were Not Paid for but I don't care bc I Wanted to do it and it looks Good and after that i got half of another one done before I had to leave.

What I'm saying is that Monster is budget Adderall and I might have ADHD

[zishuge]

because i finally watched the mysterious lotus casebook episode of hello saturday, i wonder if it’s been pointed out that the cantonese song they sang in the episode is about a man who meets the person of his dreams one night and immediately decides to follow them home, wanting to shield them from the cold night wind, and then in the end decides that he wants to protect them for the rest of his life. the song is called “��花使者” — “protector of the flower”.

whoever on that production team picked that song most definitely ships fanghua and it made my entire day.