#imma say kill

[vitreouspositive]

is it even a real friendship if you havent tried talking your homie outta crashing out (and have failed)

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: No no no, Pac– Ok, listen… Have you ever heard of a game called City Skylines? It will change what it means to feel joy.

Pac: Wait wait wait wait– oh my god, you like City Skyline?

Tubbo: Holy sht, I love City Skylines! Have you played City Skylines?

Fit:

Tubbo reminds Pac you don't need drugs to be happy – all you need is City Skylines 2 (and a friend to nerd out with 😅)

[i-mickdraw]

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Still figuring out Tumblr so I thought I ought to introduce my boys

This art is about two years old at this point but I basically still draw them the same

They got lore(tm) as I have a whole gothic universe that’s basically “all my favourite gothic literature from the 19th century to early 20th century exists in one universe” concept

Of course with Jekyll and Hyde being my favourites they’re also the main guys I work with eheheh

If you got questions feel free to ask them! (I think there’s still a tumblr feature you can do that with but it’s been at least 5 years since I’ve checked so idk)

[kenneduck]

HAPPY V-DAY!!!

To my fellow single bitches, I declare myself your Valentine!!! (Platonically I’m Aro/Ace). But I will hold your hand and we can be single bitches together. Now get over here, so I can cuddle you and explain the many reasons I love the live action Netflix Death Note movie.

[that-girl-glader]

Just finished Magnus Chase. And it only took me 6 days!!!! And DAMN IS IT AMAZING. People don't hype it up enough. For one, it is quite literally the funniest book Rick has written in my opinion. I caught my ass laughing so many times, and it felt so good. Magnus Chase is such a funny character. And overly sarcastic. And he is such a loser who can't fight for shit.

The best part about this book is how well written each character is. Aswell as how well written the plot is. With representation done in such a natural way, it feels normal. You can tell this book was calculated. Rick put actually thoughtfulness in it and it makes me so incredibly happy. He also captured Norse mythology in such a natural "yea this is a part of our nine worlds and life itself" that I wouldn't even doubt if I saw an elf out my window today. And you can easily tell the personality of each character without the book telling it to us.

I KNOW Magnus is a sweet boy who has so much love to give and is emotional but afraid of vulnerability and is anxious to show it to others even when he wants to out of fear of judgement. I know he LOVES his mom. I know he LOVES his friends. And I know he doesn't hold grudges on anyone. I know Hearth and Blitz mean a lot to eachother. By every sacrifice they made for eachother, every time they rushed to eachother, everytime they complimented eachother. I KNOW Sam and Magnus are close friends. Their dynamic is AMAZING. I know all four of them are "four empty cups" a family. I know Sam is passionate, strong, and determined. She CARES. She cares a lot, and sometimes she feels guilty or weak for caring for those who never seem to care for her back. I know Blitz is insecure in the fact he isn't typical. He isn't like other dwarfs and likes stuff like fashion. And I know there is a lot of hurt in Hearth because of how shit awful his parents were, and he has to carry the weight of their words everyday being disabled and a magic man. And how he feels unworthy. Most importantly, I love how they found the greatness in each other. And how much they carry each others weight. And make each other feel loved and seen and all that yogurt.

[wishchip106]

i would put both but like i wanna see peoples opinion (i would pick both)

[generalsmemories]

every time i see someone shit on the xianzhou story quest on twitter i die a little bit inside.

[javsobsessions]

Tw: SA and also Finale Spoilers

Okay, so

I know this is probably my ‘tism reading too much into stuff

But

Jade: Maybe it’s after a preacher’s sermon or your dad yelling at you or…

Emily: Or some man is done holding you down.

Jade: So you know.

Okay, I know what Jade is saying here is “So you know what happened,” but does anyone else also get the vibe of “So you know what that’s like”?

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

Hello everyone!!! I just wanted to make a small post to thank everyone who left such thoughtful and kind messages on my Witness post!! 😭😭 I was so scared to post my very personal take on the matter, but I’m glad I did as I got to see how many people it resonated with!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR INPUTS AND PERSPECTIVES AHHHH!!! YOU GUYS ARE GREAT!!!!❤️❤️

As a thorough Witness enthusiast and someone who deeply loves it more than anything, I will be sure to continue to spread nothing but hatred and malice towards it (not the Precursors) while offering understanding of the origins of its actions!! I post with one hand and hold a brick in the other!!

That said, since everyone liked the previous post, I think I will begin to work on an analysis of Rhulk as a perfect example of the grooming prevalent in ideologies that rely on people giving up their individuality to form a single unified front that can subjugate opposition. In this era where right wing ideologies such as fascism are on the rise, I think there is so much to be learned from the warnings given by Rhulk‘s story (and how despite the atrocities he has committed, he still stands as a testimony of the fragility of the Witness‘ failing ideals).

I think of the relationship Rhulk has with the Witness and my stomach starts to get REALLY upset. It’s such a harrowing dynamic that is becoming more and more abundant in our modern era. GET AWAY FROM THAT LUBRAEN NOW, STAY AWAY ‼️ Those two together revolt me so bad, it’s not even funny, Rhulk step away from the big eyed freak.

But thank you all once more for giving me the courage to continue posting my takes!!! I’m glad to be in this community with all of you and I hope I can inspire others to speak on what Destiny means to them!!! Stay tuned!!

[digital-dumbass]

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

(tags include puppet history season 7 finale spoilers)

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[the-acid-pear]

Dave and Steven's relationship is so fucking mental literally THE toxicest of yaois 💥

[dizzybevvie]

safe is just a shadow + predator becomes the prey spencer did not have to be so pathetic and whiny. i am pushing him off a cliff so he can whine and fall dramatically. but also. smash

UGH FOR REAL.

[hvstias]

there's something weird about ppl saying misogynistic shit @ viper after this cinematic idk

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

The Punisher Kills the Marvel Universe and Starship troopers the movie are made from hatred

And

The first addition of warhammer 40k and the original Godzilla are made from contempt

I do not understand how you are this dense

It's honestly admirable how dedicated you are to being wrong.

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.