#kill me challenge

[6teenclumsyandshy]

Love is natural and real

But not for you, my love

Not tonight, my love

Love is natural and real

But not for such as you and I, my love

There’s no way this shit isn’t about gay people brother I’m smashing my head into the wall 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[idolomantises]

Sometimes I’m a bit annoyed when I see a lot of biblical inspired fiction not really go into depth about angel types compared to demons, but other times I get it because have you ever researched angels? It’s all just “the strongest most specialist guy ever”

[shepscapades]

3. Cold Reactor — Everything Everything

We made the mountain bigger Though we had forgotten why It's a dream I'm in with you It wakes me in the middle of the night I love you like an atom bomb, but I've become a cold reactor

Ugh I listened to this song an insane amount this year (naturally, since it’s number three)!! These drawings are a little sneak peek at a dbhc PMV/animatic project I started several months ago that I recently picked up again! It started (and still is) on mumbo’s playlist as a “looking back on Season 8” kind of song, but the more I listened to and thought about it, the more it quickly became a “all of dbhc season 8 retrospective” :]

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[ilions-end]

i'm haunted by the detail that big ajax uses hector's sword to kill himself. after their duel in book 7 hector and ajax trade the sword and a belt, respectively, in friendship but the cycle of violence goes inevitably on, revenge is enacted from beyond the grave, and hector gets one last kill even after he and achilles are both dead.

it fucks me up even more in the versions where hector is tied to achilles' chariot using ajax' belt. not to mention the possibility of myth variations where the chariot-dragging IS the method of execution, and not something done to hector post-mortem, which would make ajax directly complicit in hector's death.

it's a spiral of dominoes: hector kills achilles' closest companion which makes achilles kill hector which makes hector's brother kill achilles which makes achilles' friend kill himself with hector's weapon. doesn't thinking about it make you crazy!

[taivans]

All think of a word and say it out loud in 3, 2, 1...

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[dukeofthomas]

I find the fact that the confrontation at the end of UTRH is often summarized as Jason asking Bruce to kill the Joker for him fascinating.

Because that's not what happened.

Jason holds a gun up to Joker's head, gives Bruce another, and tells him that if Bruce doesn't do something (shoot Jason), he will kill Joker.

Jason doesn't give the gun to Bruce so that he would shoot Joker. He isn't expecting Bruce to pull the trigger on the clown. He's asking Bruce to do nothing. To be inactive. Because that will still be a choice, and despite having done nothing, everybody clearly agrees that Bruce would still, at least in part, be responsible for Joker's death.

...And to me, this moment is a kind of- microcosm, of the rest of Jason's point. Because after being captured and carted off to Arkham, the villain will escape again, and will kill more people. The only way to truly prevent that from happening would be to kill them; Bruce refuses to do so, and I respect his right to choose such a thing for himself, but it is still a choice, and if we agree that Bruce's inaction during the confrontation would leave him at least partly responsible for the Joker's death, then we must also agree that his inaction in permanently preventing the Rogues from killing more people means he is also, partly, responsible for all of those deaths.

[butchkaramazov]

WHY HADN'T I GRABBED HIS ARM & BEGGED HIM ONE LAST TIME TO GET IN THE CAR, COME ON, FUCK IT BORIS, JUST LIKE SKIPPING SCHOOL, WE’LL BE EATING BREAKFAST OVER CORNFIELDS WHEN THE SUN COMES UP? I KNEW HIM WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT IF YOU ASKED HIM THE RIGHT WAY, AT THE RIGHT MOMENT, HE WOULD DO ALMOST ANYTHING; AND IN THE VERY ACT OF TURNING AWAY I KNEW HE WOULD HAVE RUN AFTER ME AND HOPPED IN THE CAR LAUGHING IF I’D ASKED ONE LAST TIME. BUT I DIDN’T. AND, IN TRUTH, IT WAS MAYBE BETTER THAN I DIDN’T—I SAY THAT NOW, THOUGH IT WAS SOMETHING I REGRETTED BITTERLY FOR A WHILE. MORE THAN ANYTHING I WAS RELIEVED THAT IN MY UNFAMILIAR BABBLING-AND-WANTING-TO-TALK STATE I’D STOPPED MYSELF FROM BLURTING THE THING ON THE EDGE OF MY TONGUE, THE THING I’D NEVER SAID, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS SOMETHING WE BOTH KNEW WELL ENOUGH WITHOUT ME SAYING IT OUT LOUD TO HIM IN THE STREET—WHICH WAS, OF COURSE, I LOVE YOU.

[doctorsiren]

I loved your headcannons about inukawa, reigen and reigens sister and I would really like to see what you think would happen if mob and reigens sister met and I was wondering if you could possibly draw them :D

hello yes I accidentally made a comic after seeing this ask yesterday 😁 bro psychoanalyzed her 😨

[6teenclumsyandshy]

all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter 🤕

[chalkrub]

art trade w/ thrak800 on twit - love this fella !

[galaxyforu]

CHICKS!!!

some other random gobots stuff ⬇️⬇️⬇️

tried doing cy-kill in the tf go go style a long time ago

other random crap

my cy-kill updated!!!

[lokiiied]

so…the god who’s biggest fear is “i don’t want to be alone” and who “never wanted a throne” has now resigned themself to a lifetime in solitude. on a throne. making an ultimate sacrifice so that everyone else can live.

don’t fucking talk to me.

[hinamie]

quick lmhs itafushi because god help me i have Not been able to get the concept of yuuji smiling/laughing into kisses out of my head

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[megumimania]

FEELINGS — art donaldson.

art never took losing well.

it always left him with pent up anger and frustration that he often took out on the poor rackets after each game, not stopping until the racket was a splintered, wiry mess.

but that all changed when he met you.

you were knowledgeable about tennis without having played a single game, giving pointers when needed. whilst many dismissed your tips due to their sheer arrogance and over confidence, art heard you out and eventually incorporated your tips into his games.

tennis to art was akin to a reflex, his style embodying the meticulousness and the grace of an ice skater or a swan. his tennis was enthralling to watch as he exuded a powerful gracefulness with every serve and every shot.

that’s probably why he took the losses so personally because in a sense by losing his matches he was letting you down, no matter how many times you reassured him that it was nothing of the sort.

“are you mad at me?” he opened his eyes, his gaze already meeting yours as you gently stroked his hair.

this was the art only you got to see.

doubtful, weak, soft—a world away from the stoic, focused man that was affectionately known by the media and everyone on the court as the lovechild of roger federer and novak djokovic or the future of tennis.

“no.” you replied and you meant it. you saw how the immense pressure of being great got to him, it corroded away at his innards, leaving him an empty vessel solely primed for tennis.

it was times like this that he was grateful for you. your humanity. your love. your heart.

it’s what kept him from dropping everything and deciding to live out the rest of his years off his winnings and sponsorships. the idea was always there but the fast paced nature of the tennis world never allowed it to be pondered for a single second.

maybe it was always supposed to be that way.

a mere thought.

he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand, rubbing it softly. “thank you.” he said, the words carrying more weight than he had expected. your gentle touches soothing him.

“for what?” you asked and in that moment art’s mind went blank. it wasn’t that you didn’t do a lot for him—you did.

but it was so hard to encompass all of that into a sentence. you deserved more than these half thought out declarations of love.

art was a man of few words and he was going to honour that. he took a shaky deep breath before looking at you with a small smile on his face.

“for everything.”