#jesus ANYWAY

[p4nishers]

can we actually take a moment and remember swan upon leda? can we actually shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down and think about our lord and savior swan upon leda because i'm tired of doing it alone every single day guys

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[bowenoke]

I bet they used to sing along to worship songs in the back of the car on the way to church

[rusticfurnace]

GHOSTSOAP // "you sweet fucker" MINICOMIC!!!

[filmbroandy]

The Terror // White Winter Hymnal

[vounoura]

↳ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟɢᴜᴀʀᴅ — ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ

[kittynugg]

okay now this is getting out of hand who gave stan mabel's sweater

there's a time traveler on the loose and they keep giving the youngins of new jersey accessories that arent supposed to exist yet

i dont think he likes pink

anywayyy reblogs appreciated as always, or like it or just scroll past it but if you want anyone else to see this you're gonna have to reblog :>

also i did one of little ford if you're interested shdfksdhkuh

insanity is once again below the cut

what was i DOING the scale was all off

"duhhhh uhhh whats hair"

i figured it out eventually like i always do

gave him a face, it is enrichment

did NOT know what i wanted the pose to be

eventually decided on this despite wanting to give him little dino hands instead because i cannot dra w hands

colored without shading

also i drew most of this with my cat sitting on my shoulders

my back hurty

[jambamthepaperman]

“Why don’t you want me” after literally throwing a sink at her head to kill her RIO BABE WORK ON YOUR TIMING

[mer-se]

Isabella stewart gardner museum

(yesterday was a perfect day. 🖤)

[hinamie]

places one last offering upon the itfs make it out alive altar bc if they die /i'll/ kill them

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[lavender-rroses]

again&again

[radioroxx]

celia sam and alice experiencing the horrors at hilltop with the archivist following them, the custodian turning to? stone? and whatever the Fuck is going on with colin

meanwhile gwen back at the OIAR:

[mmmairon]

I fear my hands may always be stained red

[endivinity]

Eight with Firefly! a bit generic on the prompt but also who cares

When this deathclaw opens its tail cover, the high concentration of irradiated glow delivers an almost-instant fatal payload of radiation to nearby organisms. If severed, its tail grows back within only months.

[trasho-pando2011]