#jesus fucking christ that was so horrible

[illogicallylogicalthoughts]

"But what about-" See above.

"But what if-" Aye, that as well.

"Okay, but-" You're not getting me.

It doesn't matter if it's obscene fetish with a grocery list's worth of squick warnings hacksawed onto it. It doesn't matter if it's so so so so incredibly niche that maybe one in 1.3 million people MIGHT have a CHANCE to get it. It doesn't matter if it's problematic, poorly written, objectively horrible, good, bad, Oscar worthy, non-oscar worthy, literally pig swill distilled into written word or whatever. I cannot even BEGIN to tell you just how much it literally absolutely does not fucking matter.

You have the ability to write. Contained within this ability is the ability to think, do, say, want, need, see, and experience ANYTHING, EVER, WHENEVER, HOWEVER, WHYEVER.

Do you want to write a story about some guy reincarnating as Jesus Christ in space and going back in time to punch god in the face? Sure, go for it. Run with it, even. Get even more obscene with it. Throw Buddha in there somewhere.

Want to write something so honestly revolting to even glance at that I can't provide examples on pain of a slow death at the hands of an angry mob? Go right on ahead. The only people judging here are the people that aren't reading it, and if they still read it to judge, well, that says something more about them than it does you.

Dost thou wish-eh to-eth write-eth a story-eth where it's just a fish flopping around on the ground for three pages and dying in needlessly graphic detail? Shit, man, sure thing, absolutely. Evocative piscine agony for three pages and change in a row sounds right up somebody's alley somewhere.

It doesn't matter.

Write.

Please. For the love of God. Put yourself out there. Make something. Let the walls down. Write. Create. Exist. Take up space. I'm begging you.

Judging voices only have so much power as you're willing to give them. Write what you want to write why you want to write it how you want to write it when you want to write it for your own bloody reasons and justify yourself to nobody, ever.

Write.

That is all.

If u want to write a story about a character that’s just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who’s gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.

[angelstrawbabie420]

just woke up from the most horrific nightmare

[naamahdarling]

Accidentally ate a sugar free pudding cup. Took IBS meds immediately but fear it may not be enough to prevent whatever is about to happen.

Anything with alcohol sugars, artificial sweeteners, and added "prebiotic" fiber should be in plain bright orange packaging with huge warnings. That shit is fucking diabolical.

[lilliemadoka]

catch u on the flipside 😘✨

(cleaned up sketch under the cut because i kinda liked it a lot. please ignore the shoes i couldn't be bothered to fix them. it's all sketchy and weird just PLEASE b nice 2 me...)

[oifaaa]

lying in the dirt thinking about how they made jason the impulsive brash bat when thats cass.

"the bat that punch first and asks questions later" thats cass thats casssssss

Cass' way of dealing with steph for a long while was just to knock her out and run off girl just does what she wants and I love her for it

[crimeronan]

there IS something very funny about AU luz's "unusual permissiveness" with hunter hearkening back to their childhoods. luz out here like "hunter can do literally anything he wants forever because i do not have as many rules as my tragically late father and i think hunter should have nice things" and then it's like

amity: he's terrorizing the scouts.

luz: he is a friend and a boy :)

amity: he's a BITCH--

luz: --and i like him so much :D

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

hey y'all wanna see a "AI prompt gone terribly wrong coincidentally creates a peak horror creature design?"

(I was looking through google images for pictures of a real life dog skull for art reference and instead this fucking thing popped up. I believe the prompt was "artistic depiction of a dog's skull)

just what the fuck is that

[mad-doodle-disease]

//content warning: (fake! its just a 3d modeled cartoon!) corpse, talk of an infected cog eating a toon (and maybe other cogs), survivors guilt. this is like, kinda fucked up in a multitude of ways. sorry, flint's perspective is a horrifying perspective! wont stay buried.

flint's internal clock ticked wildly in his chest. oh my cog.

oh my cog he really just did that. he's done it time and time again but oh my cog.

flint kept the gun trained on tumbles, just in case he showed any signs of life. he had to do this. he had to do this for him. there was no other way.

even as the light faded from tumbles' eyes, as his head completely drained of ink, those pupils still were focused on flint. staring down the barrel of what was once his own gun, but turned against him. flint knew it was just the way tumbles fell, there was no soul or mind behind those eyes anymore. but still.

it never got easier.

but there was a job to do, and flint had become very familiar with that job since... well, yeah. uh, step one. loot tumbles of all he's worth.

flint grabbed the backpack from tumbles's corpse and dumped it out onto a table. weapons... medicine... bottles of water... trinkets... all stuff he could potentially use or just... use to decorate. great. great haul. he also took tumbles's sunglasses off the floor and added it to the pile. they were cute sunglasses. flint then began to steal tumbles's clothes. sure, toon clothes couldn't ever begin to fit flint or graham but they did make excellent rags. besides, graham wasn't exactly the biggest fan of chewing through cloth. the fact that he had stopped trying to eat flint's arm was proof of that... and the bite scars painting flint's arm was proof of that proof of that.

with all the gathered loot from tumbles in their respective places, flint began step two. clean the crime scene. flint propped tumbles up against the wall, in a way where he'd only continue to bleed onto himself and not onto the floor. getting the ink out of the carpet... flint couldn't tell if it was worse than getting motor oil out of the carpet. both stained it horribly, so flint has to act fast before in completely soaked into it and dried. luckily, tumbles's ink was a close match in color, so flint could afford to miss a few spots. nobody in the near future would notice a slight offshade blotch on the ground, at least not until it was far too late for them.

with that step done, it was time for flint to be the best boyfriend and move onto step three. feed. grabbing tumbles by the invisible arm, flint carried the food down the stairs again. his flames naturally lit up the dark cellar, quickly drawing the attention of graham. oh, graham. why did you have to get bit when running from the luxury suites and textiles district to the coal and ice district. why didn't you fucking tell flint. why did you think your processors could naturally fight off the disease, were you scared your leg would have to be amputated? your legs would better off be amputated now, with the state they were in. all twisted and atrophied like that, they looked more like bones than legs.

flint surveyed the last "sacrifice" he bestowed upon his boyfriend, cosmo. his shell was gone, just a skelecog now. flint tried not to think about how he knew that guy once. whatever helped keep graham from starving, whatever helped stall for another day in the frantic hopes for a cure.

flint knelt down in front of graham's crawling form, caressing his sunken in and half-torn open cheek. it'll all be over soon, i promise. someone will find a cure, someone will soon. and then they can go back to being happy as usual, and everyone will forgive flint for his crimes against both toon and suitkind... because it was a crime of love. truly. what was he meant to do? let graham die? PUT GRAHAM OUT OF HIS MISERY? what if he put graham out of his misery a day before a cure was discovered, that'd be horrible! he wouldn't. couldn't.

graham made a hollow groaning noise. flint took that as a good thing.

flint set the food down on the ground, pressed a kiss against graham's forehead, and walked back up the stairs. he tried not to listen to the tearing and frantic gulping sounds. once back up the stairs, flint closed the trapdoor and sat on top of it, trying desperately to continue to excuse all the horrible shit he did, has done, and will continue to do. the daily sob settled in.

why did i have to be immune.

[trinketbug]

shoutout to @shirajellyfish for writing the most incredibly terrifying piece of literature i have ever read!!!!!!!!!! i have experienced the full spectrum of human emotion reading their fic. my god

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

I am going to murder every mathematician that made this class what it is

[a-chaotic-dumbass]

fascinated by how the asoiaf fandom refuses to have any nuance in the books that r entirely based on different perspectives

[lotusarchon]

Hi, I'm sorry for bringing up old topics, but I was looking thru your post bringing awareness about the person that harassed you, and I saw that a certain person (Dynamicsimp) had responded! I think your actions towards them were not very nice, and to be honest I feel like that person's actions toward you was deserved. Dynamicsimp is a very nice person to even bother sending you such a kind message

So, respectfully, you deserved everything that happened to you, and I hope worst happens ^°^

I'm like 99% sure the comment that particular person left was deleted at some point, no idea why but also go off I guess? I really don't know why you're still bitching about your "dear precious idol" like I don't give a fuck??

And respectfully, even if the comment isn't there anymore, I still remember it; "I know you don't like me much but I hope you're okay :(" and that's not really something that tells me you're offering condolences, it's just sounds like you're making me feel worst, so was that really extended kindness? You tell me. I for one wouldn't tell someone something like that but whatever, what do I know. I'm just the guy that made a post based on impulsive judgement and deleted the post, yet the idol's fans still come to yap at me despite owning up to the situation.

Idk what to tell you anymore dawg. I just have to say that you're not really helping me like your dear precious idol. The more I keep seeing these asks in my inbox despite the original post getting deleted, the more I'm going to hate your idol until you stop. Every single hate comment I get for this is only making me despise them to my core.

That's all I'm going to say to you. I'm too busy bleeding out to actually bitch back at you.

Also adding this to my list of reasons to hate this god forsaken bitch fandom hoorayy

[skrunksthatwunk]

aurghhh ok still rewatching '97 and the way guts and casca only have the room to breathe and really come to understand and care for each other in griffith's absence because he has such a strong hold over them both.... and the way their mutual dedication to him is what causes them to bicker for years (casca thinks he's not serving him well enough, guts thinks she doesn't get that he cares/how much he cares, casca's jealousy over griffith's feelings for guts, how he won his heart without even trying or being aware of it or doing anything with it) and is also a big part of what brings them together (earlier when guts deviates from the plan to save griffith and she commends him, in the cave casca opening up about griffith and her's past, showing that vulnerability, while it's mostly confrontational, leads to guts kinda getting her better, and his efforts to save and protect her (falling off the cliff with her, taking on the 100 men so she can escape, encouraging her to return to griffith so she can help him because it's what she feels she's meant to do (her dream, the direction in life guts shares and yet is questioning because of griffith's speech at the fountain, whether or not it's enough to serve him if it means he'll never be a true friend in griffith's eyes because he's not an equal), supporting the idea of her being with griffith/being his most important person like he won't because he doesn't view it as a competition like she has been since day one) leading to her realizing that he's kind of not that bad a guy and they have a lot more in common that she thought. and how the bonfire of dreams conversation is guts opening up to her in kind, the answer to her talking about how griffith saved her, how she feels. how neither of them ever call it love but it's something they know they both have for griffith. how it's something they're beginning to have for each other, different in ways they couldn't put a word to. because they're equals this time. the way griffith kind of becomes less and less important as they find other reasons to live and fight, as they become less singularly obsessed with him. how griffith is unable to stand it, guts' personhood, that agency and peer-to-peer equality he claimed to want (and perhaps truly did) that disappeared guts from his life, his plans, his side. how it barely even matters to griffith how casca changes because he never wanted her like she wanted him. god i can't fucking stand their shakespearean nonsense drama (<- hopelessly in love with their interpersonal dynamics)

[girlwiththegreenhat]

you know what? at least he got his wedding. i guess ,

[mintytrash]

First post here and its al pookie !!! (also this is my first time drawing him and haven't drawn anything in months so my fingers were awkward)

Speedpaint below :)

[voidimp]

ok. after having that bandage covering part of my arm for a week i think ibcan confidently say. i could never be a body hair haver