#it was a threat

[ot3]

literally just fully unprompted my mom just looked up from her computer and said 'im going to make a funko pop of you and then give it to you'

[msbhagirathi]

Moon-struck (For Arshi Fiesta)

Aao parmeswariyon welcome. :)

He stared at the random but ~not so random~ word, google had dared to suggest to him today, staring back at him. As if to challenge him to deny the truth written beneath it as it's 'meaning'.

He slammed the cover of the iPad and threw it away on his bed. He pulled out his belt only to slam it away on the floor.

He tore through his hair with both his hands, resting them at the nape of his neck, with the fingers intertwined.

He couldn't deny the effect that, that slip of a girl had on him ever since she had bombarded into his life quite literally.

He still used to feel restless and anxious almost all the time but it was not due to the anger and desperation of the trauma that he had to go through as early as fourteen. He could admit it to himself that he still used to wake up in the middle of the night with a start. But it wasn't due to the fear and panic which used to make him feel like breaking into tears and cry away for the rest of the hours in the vicinity of the walls of his room.

Rather it was due to the fact that a certain someone in a red chiffon saree, a barely there blouse, with no room for a bra had started coming to meet him in the privacy of his dreams.

The two frail doris tied above the shoulder blades, jet black straight hair pushed to one side of a shoulder. And just when he used to about to touch them, grab them in a bunch to bring them at the back and run his fingers through them.

There would be nothing accept the darkness around him to comfort him of the teeth shattering anticipation.

Heart galloping as if no tomorrow, and lungs struggling as if there was a sudden shortage of air around him. The hair pulling frustration running back to him and he used to fall back on his bed.

Again going through the charade of tossing and turning around until light flimsy excuse of a sleep used to evade him.

And yet when he used to wake up in the morning to start his day. He ~very strangely so~ used to feel as fresh as ever. Well rested, satiated and calm and absolutely at peace.

He knew he had somehow fallen for her.

He had seen her innocence when she used to distribute prasad and teeka to everyone around her cubicle on her floor, greeting them with 'shubh prabhat' and 'devi maiyya ki kripa se apka din mangalmay ho.'

He had seen her brilliance in the way she had handled the menial tasks that he had given her.

He had seen her kindness when she had given away a pair of bangles, which she had liked and bought for herself, to a little girl who had also liked them but was far from being able to afford them. Across the street of where his car had happened to be parked one day.

"Fuck."

He slammed his hands on the window in front of him.

He knew he had fallen for her hard. A lil bit too hard for his own liking.

He knew he was love-struck.

He knew he was moon-struck.

P.S.: So. ladies and gentlemen Sanka devis and Laard governors. *bows down with exaggerated gRaCe* This sweet short rendition was written much to the threat invitation received from @phuljari di. Hope you enjoy. :)

Credits: @arshifiesta

[runnerfivestillalive]

I'm not so much obsessed with A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes as I am obsessed with Lucy Gray, covered in Murder Snakes and singing straight to the camera, eyes full of rage, about how she's going to fully live.

[lichtecht]

PART 16

of the dfk audiobook translation

@cnka

Uli: „I messed it up.“ Matze: „Huh? Why you? That was all of us together…“

Uli: „…“ Uli: „…I want to get out of here. Of Kirchberg.“ Matze, jokingly: „Hey, I'm taking that personally!“ Uli: „…“ Uli: „I had hoped so much that I’d do something brave.“ Matze: „… Come, we’ll go inside.“

Narrator (audiobook): Herr Bökh watches his protégés from the window. They seem pretty depressed to him.

Narrator (audiobook): And then the handsome Theodor is standing there as well.

Theodor: „Well, well, well! Our filmmakers.“ Martina: „Ugh, and now him.“ Theodor: „And? Was there overtime shooting in the assembly hall?“

Jo: „Yeah. So much work.“ Theodor: „It��s half past seven, and you haven’t been in the assembly hall all afternoon. I’m really sorry, but I have to report that to Herr Bökh.“ Jo: „Come on… Theo…“ Theodor (imitating): „Come on. Theo.“ Theodor: „Unbelievable. Come on! Go on.“

Narrator (audiobook): But before Herr Bökh gets a visit from Theodor and our friends, his telephone rings.

Bökh: „Yes, please?“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „Ah, Herr Bökh. I’m pleased to have still reached you. In sight of the circumstances, those are not pleasant.“ Bökh: „What is the matter?“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „It is no longer justifiable that your kids hurt kids in town-"

Knocking.

Bökh: „Yes!“

Narrator (audiobook): It knocks on Bökh’s door. The handsome Theodor and the Internals step into the office.

Direktorin Kreuzkamm (through the phone): „My daughter told me everything-“ Theodor, to the kids: „Go on.“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm (through the phone): „- A battle has apparently taken place at the shore, and you can guess three times who started it!“

The door closes. The four Internals come in, visibly battered and dirty.

Narrator (audiobook): Herr Bökh puts the telephone on speaker so the others can listen.

Bökh: „Who?“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm, heatedly: „Your inmates! You need to do something about that.“ Bökh: „And in your opinion, what should I do? Should I close the boarding school, send the Internals home?“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „If that’s what it takes! It definitely can’t go on like this.“ Martina, quietly to Jo: „Is that Kreuzkamm?“ Jo, quietly: „Sounds like it…“ Bökh: „Frau Kreuzkamm, I will look into the matter. You can rely on me.“ Direktorin Kreuzkamm: „I would hope so! It’s your pedantics that create this aggression.“ Bökh: „Uhm… yeah, we’ll talk about that later, yes? Good.“

He quickly hangs up.

Bökh: (deep sigh)

Narrator (audiobook): Herr Bökh hangs up sighing and turns to his visitors.

Bökh: „Theo.“

Narrator (audiobook): Bökh rummages for loose change in his pocket and hands it to Theo.

Bökh: „Will you get us some snacks?“ Theodor: „Pardon?“ Bökh: „Yes, cookies, drinks, potato chips. Something like that.“

Narrator (audiobook): Rather perplex, Theo leaves the room. Shortly after, the kids are chilling in the boarding school director’s office, enjoying the treats and listening to his words.

(slurping and crunching)

Bökh: „So this is our mutual punishment. Mine because you don’t dare to come to me when you have trouble, and yours is that you have to listen to this old story now.“

[itsays]

"life as a 22 year old mother of 3" "life as a married 19 year old couple" *video of mother daughter and grandma making reference to how they were both moms at like 16* *21 year old girl flex video about how she's a mother of 4* *couple whose entire personality is having 10 kids before turning 30* "married my highschool sweetheart at 18 and now i have 8 kids at age 25" "what i do in a day as a 19 year old housewife"

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

No you don't get it, I'm a Good Person. You don't understand. I'm a Good Person which makes it okay for me to think violently about the Enemy, who is Bad Person. I'm commenting "you should be violently murdered" because I'm Good Person and you're Bad Person. You think saying that to someone is fucked up?? You should be violently murdered, you're probably Bad Person anyway

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They��re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[p1nkshield]

Damian: Todd prepare. I’m going to kill you!

Jason: you can try but it probably won’t stick!

Bruce: what is this about?

Jason: I sent baby pictures of knife child to the robins group chat.

Damian: WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE THOSE TODD?!?

Jason: If I wanted something I would bribe Talia with them.

Damian: what? LIES! NEITHER OF MY PARENTS WOULD STOOP TO SUCH A LEVEL RIGHT FATHER?

Bruce: …

Damian: father?

Bruce:… how much?

Damian: FATHER?!?

Bruce: name your price!

Damian: NO!

[blasphemister]

Republicans can't win without threatening and committing violence. January 6th-like insurrections and election tampering will happen in states all across the country this time. Don't let her down!

[littlefankingdom]

Dick who climbed on anything as a child. Even in public, especially in public. The moment Bruce looks away, he is climbing something to get as high as possible. The first times, it gave Bruce an heart attack. Now, it's just a headache.

People pass by and ask if they should call the firefighters, and Bruce tiredly tell them "He is fine, he can get down on his own.", like people with cats.

Imagine, you're walking out of some building, only to see a 10 years old standing on top of a lamppost, having a discussion with his dad guardian at the bottom.

"Dick, get down."

"Make me."

"Get down or you're grounded."

[jesncin]

Relationship advice from your opportunistic Bat-friend.

[beaft]

"i won't be coming back here" is the funniest possible thing you can say to a customer service worker. you're at your place of work and someone comes in, acts like a jerk, ruins your day, and then, paradoxically, finishes up by reassuring you that this interaction is now over and you'll never have to see or hear from them again

[chloesimaginationthings]

What Vanny was up to during FNAF security breach

[nyancrimew]

the little known oppressed minority of "white guys who wrote some useful open source software two decades ago and successfully turned it into a profitable business who are now bitter and sad and too rich" is once again getting hit real hard today one like = 1 prayer

[inoirettes]

im ovulating

[theobjectivemind]