#just. warnings yknow?

[anxiousxdreamer]

oh boy! my liver is too fucking fat! just like the rest of me! gonna sound probably a bit disordered so yknow. if you read my ranting be careful. no seriously i swung right out of the gate with it

the temptation to just. never eat again is so strong. it wouldn't work, i despise feeling hungry on a nuclear level, and i know that is actually WORSE for me than just "hey, drink less sugar, eat more actual fruits and veg. an only plant based diet can be really good, but for some people that feels drastic" and like i'm not MARRIED to meat, i could go without, but the problem is i hate fucking changing shit and if i drink basically just water and low sugar coffee i will LOSE MY MIND. it's BORING. i fucking HATE just water. the temptation to just let my liver progress into cirrhosis and eventual liver failure or heart disease is just as strong. I just. Really fuckikng hate changing shit. Everything that's whole grains or whole fruit and veg or whole this and whole that is more EXPENSIVE and I can barely do what i'm doing now. i dont wanna be restricted in what i eat, which is just whiny bitch baby talk, and of course there's also "shifting your metabolism into a weight loss state can be helpful" THAT'S CALLED BEING FUCKING HUNGRY IN MY BOOK. i'm not good at any of this shit, meal planning and healthy looking and shit. i can't afford to be fucking HUNGRIER. and what about cereal? i barely have the energy to prepare that in the morning i'm not gonna start making fruit bowls and shit. i hate this. i hate my stupid fat fuck body. oh yeah i know i'm supposed to fucking. learn not to see fat as something that makes me less of a person or whatever but i sure fucking feel like it!! i'm not a person i'm just a sack of fat and bad habits. i feel sick. i feel like i'm doomed to die of liver bullshit because i can't not drink a fucking mountain of soda. whatever. i know what to do in text but i dont know what the fuck to do in reality. fucking hell

the fuck am i supposed to drink if i cant drink FUN shit (soda. juice. shit like that. alcohol i don't mind doing even less of, it already fucks up my acid reflux)

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023

day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4

[dragon-subway]

what do you think jayce saw when looking at viktor?

[dukeofthomas]

"Jason just needs to see things from his family's perspective and understand how much they love him (despite them never actually communicating or showing him through their actions)" is out. "The batfamily putting a single bit of effort into understanding Jason and reconciling with him on his own terms" is in.

[longmaxsilvarg]

something about the main menu for life is strange genuinely makes me wanna collapse and sob

[morihaus]

that clip reminded me of this streamer who had a mod installed that let him just fully pick up and throw NPCs in VR. video source here

[schnuffel-danny]

Spectra discovers a lifehack and I find out the exact resolution where comics become unreadable on tumblr!

[sualne]

i've been listening to this song nonstop for over week now so maybe i'll use it for an animatic with the vamp au or smth

[potatobugz]

reference

[sharkpeeko]

holy shot i guess

[palskippah]

Hi!

Based over the fact that my lil bro when like he just turned five cut a bunch of his hair off and my mom and I were like :000

Also, Mario connected the dots very quickly bc just that morning he told Nettarina they looked alike and then by afternoon she had many inches less of hair🧍but he didn't say anything.

BUT! Of course Nettarina did, and when Peach said "why,,?" like not really expecting an answer, she said "because mamma said I look just like him, but I didn't bc he doesn't have long hair so I cut mine!"

And Peach sent an unfairly killing stare to Mario who was like hehe sori :D

Then Mariella saw her sister and wanted to be just like her, so then they took both girls to a stylist to cut their hair properly and later after that they get ice-cream and go to a park and is very nice but Peach laments that they don't have their pretty long hair anymore, the whole afternoon alskdadf too big of a change maybe bc she wouldn't be able to braid their hair or do nice hairstyles anymore waa (she now can do the little palm tree pigtails tho and she's like aww like when they were babies! :'D)

(When Nettarina's older, she starts liking longer hair again so she returns to how she had it before the cutting from when she was five ajsdka)

BTW Mario and Peach have two more babies and they're both girls and one's called Carolina and the youngest is Giovanna and WA Carolina's design looks too much like Mario therefore too much like the twins aksjdajd but she got Peach's nose and also her big ol' eyes from the moment she was born (in Mario's eye color tho).

And Giovanna got Mario and Luigi's dad's hair (aka also Luigi's hair) so it's dark and more like Peach's rather than Mario's. She also got his nose and his eyes and his eyebrows and basically everything sjdsh

Anyways what I'm trying to get at, is that none of their four daughters look that much like Peach at simple view, but if you look closely, you notice that they got her eyebrows, or her smile or her eye color mixed in with Mario's or her eyelashes or the shape of her face whwhw

ALSO, Peach's height yippie!! They're all taller than Mario🧍and he's like psh the disrespect >:c because he gotta look up to any of their daughters, even Carolina, who is the shortest of them (by nature's laws Giovanna, being the youngest, is the tallest).

Sorry I love when children look much more like a parent than the other, especially if it's the parent that gave birth to them SJDK (it's only fair, since they carried the babies >:v)

[lovesickeros]

☆ love; heretical and divine

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 0.8k

To love a God is heretical. It is an act of blasphemy– it is to drag them down from their throne of hollow gold, to topple the pedestal the worshipers uphold on their shoulders like lambs at the herders heel. It is the act of forcing them to their knees and ripping that beating heart of glorious gold and beautiful, cruel divinity from their chest, so pure it burns.

To love a God is to make them sin. To make them painfully, horribly human.

To love a God is to sin.

The love of a worshiper is no love at all, brilliant in its raw purity, untainted by sin. It is fear and obedience masked by adoration so overpowering it corrupts. It makes the lamb so unquestioning in it's faith it will never question the knife that cuts, the teeth that rip, the claws that tear. If the Creator deemed them unworthy of the very life crafted by their hands, then they must have committed a sin so grave there lay no salvation for their horrid soul.

But she is no worshiper– her lips speak of heresy as easily as she breathes, her words nothing but lies, cold and cruel like the ice that crawls along her skin like webs.

She loves a God like a lover should.

A damned sinner reaching longingly for the heavens.

She loves a God in the subtle brush of their lips, their muffled voices behind closed doors as they indulge in curiosity untamed. She is a sinner through and through, but she feels herself fall further with every brush of her hand across their cheeks, every touch she bestows upon them like a lover. She memorizes the imperfections of their body like memorizing a map– every scar, every mark, every line drawn on their body like a canvas, her touch the brush that stains the pristine white.

No devoted lamb shall ever see the painting they create in these stolen moments– it is for the eyes of a heretic so vile it makes them shudder, their body dirtied by the love of a woman so vile even their divinity is obscured by the ice.

The lambs may be satisfied with fleeting glimpses of gold and empty words from lips that guide them to the jaws of the wolves, but she is not. Her hands crave them like a starving hound, aching to touch that imperfect skin hidden by the veil of gold that obscures the painfully human body beneath. She longs to free them from the golden cage that binds them– to see their wings blot out the sky, their divinity tainted by sin and making them all the more beautiful for it.

It is a longing that leaves a festering wound that cannot heal, will not heal. Even if it could, she would not let it.

For as much as she tries, deny it as she may, she is no better then the blind lambs following the herder who holds a blade in their hand, glittering like gold in the sun, stained by dull red.

She is a fool, and what a fool they make of her with the touch of their hands against her skin– so cold it leaves frost on their fingertips. Yet they do not fear the cold, mapping out every inch of her imperfections, carved into her body by her own hands.

She has always been a heretic, cursing the divine until she could speak no more, but if divinity can be found in them – in this love that consumes, that burns her hands and her lips – then she is a Saint, praying at the altar until her throat bled.

But in the end, she has and will always be a cold woman with hands stained with blood. Until it is all she can taste, until it is all she can smell, until it is all she can feel. These hands of hers, heretical and divine, will bleed the God from their veins– she will become the wolf to their lamb until the rivers of Teyvat run gold with their ichor, until the gold bleeds into red, the taste of their divinity on her tongue.

Until she drags a God from their lofty throne and makes of them a monster.

There is no greater triumph to the heretic then to love a God into sin. To make a God sin to love.

To love is to be human, and they are no God.

Even if she must tear the gold from their very being until all that's left is something human. Even if Teyvat crumbles and decays, even if it begins over and over again..

She will do it again and again, until the gold can bleed no longer. Until her sins grow too great for Teyvat to contain.

To love a God is to devour, and be devoured. An endless cycle of sin that dulls the glow of gold into something new– something horrifying and divine, in it's own right. Something just as horrid as her, just as divinely corrupted by the sins she carries on her shoulders like a trophy, as gold as the sun and as cold as ice.

Divinity, carved into something human by love all consuming, until it all bleeds away and they begin their dance anew, for as many cycles as it takes.

An eternity, if she must, of dooming this world of theirs to fire and decay for a glimpse of the being snared by their golden shackles.

[sunnfish]

[ID: A digital illustration of Sissel from Ghost Trick. He is shown from a lower angle, as if the viewer were looking up at him. He has a hand close to the viewer and clutching a glowing soul core. His other hand is in his pocket, and he has a serious expression on his face. The background is the clock that appears when you time travel in the game, consisting of a glowing red clock face and glowing red lines radiating from it on a black background. The art style mimics that of the game’s, with sharp black lines and shading. The color palette is mostly red, with some light blue radiating from the soul. The artist’s signature “sunnfish 2023” is written on his leg. /End ID]

Change your fate.

[biscuit-munchies]

Some more Harpy Jimmy, now with a mix of some silly and some angst :)

[thedeafprophet]

I know it bring the risk of 'spoilers' and all that but I do imagine the concept of during the early part of Light Fingers, when you're given Lethean Tea-Leaves if it had that warning bold text with something along the lines of

"Going forward this ambiton will contain darker themes not as common in other areas in the game, including themes of forced pregnancy, pregnancy body horror, non-consent, and stalking"

or something like that

Just because while i do think its really great that light fingers does give people an out, i really don't think its quite as clear at the moment of why an out would be needed. I love light fingers, its my favourite ambition, but these are really difficult topics.

[shorthaltsjester]

“it’s their show” and “it’s an adaptation” don’t both get to be used to defend tlovm’s weaker choices btw. either it’s just their show (that the cast has explicitly said one of their favourite parts of tlovm is doing it for the fans and seeing reactions — notably different than the campaigns which are For Them) or it’s a story they are trying to tell in a different medium while maintaining the things that made it poignant and significant to an audience in the first place. and, uh, i think the problems i see in tlovm is literally that the show seems to be trying to thread the needle of both of these and it’s failing. truly. i need you to choose one and commit to it. make it just your show and write the version of the story you most want to see or start making more compelling and consistent writing choices. one. i might suggest in a show committed to 7 main characters, is giving all of them depth, given that every person i’ve spoken to who hasn’t seen the campaign and watched the show has told me how they think the characters aren’t always strongly written and the pace is weird and that there are many things that get touched on with characters and their arcs that are interesting but do not have enough depth. i think tlovm has great entertainment value. i think it’s depth as a cohesive story about a party of adventures turned found family is a bit more questionable (which is unfortunate given its title). i don’t need the campaign in animated form, but if interviews are going to consistently reference wanting to appeal to og fans while bringing in new ones, paying attention to what actually kept people watching 4 hours of occasionally meandering plots and long dnd initiatives every week might be a better guiding point than the shock and surprise they have frequently cited in interviews. and obviously that varies from person to person, but one of the most significant strengths of a table of actors playing dnd was, surprise surprise, the characters and their interactions.