#l i m b s

[roseofhybrids]

A thought occurs

do you think they like, moved Yeva and Doll Papa's bodies after the prom fiasco?

We know Uzi was able to sneak back in there later to obtain some l i m b s before going to camp. Meaning that the all the bodies were still there long enough for her to switch back to her normal clothes. (Which, to be fair, could have feasibly been on the same night as the prom.)

But, even before the prom, her parents bodies were in there awhile.

Sure, the WDF didn't know Doll was behind the disappearances. But surely they knew her parents were killed when the murder drones broke in. Even if Doll didn't like, officially report it when it happened. Surely they'd notice that Yeva and DP stopped showing up to work and didn't attend the parent teacher conference with the school. Yet, Doll still had the bodies in her apartment. Did she ask to keep them and they just let her? Did they move them and Doll stole them back? Do the drones just leave it up to next of kin to deal with the corpse disposal???

Cuz they also left J's corpse sitting out. Was that because she was a murder drone? Were they planning to move her after the hole in the ceiling got fixed? Do they just leave the bodies sitting out if they're out of the way enough?

Is the world ending, and those two are still just chilling at the dinner table?

[ryllen]

.+💚. Green .💚+.

[kizoken]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･IMAGINE LINE COOK TOJI ; pressured into doing the viral trend of 'sending my compliments to the chef' recorded by the waiters. the camera pans over to him making up something on the grill and standing like : 🧍‍♂️🤙🏻.

who came from shady backgrounds and was even arrested once while cooking up a burger. least to say, half of the diners' workers and regulars flared into tears when he left for a couple of months. once he came back a free man his coworkers and even frequents threw him a little party. it was nothing more than making his favorite meal and pitching in the rest of the money for him to buy the motorcycle he's been saving for quite a while now.

he rode the whole town around his new ride, even traveling to the next town over. while coming back from one of his trips he encountered a fancy, silver bmw waiting for the traffic light to change. the passenger window was rolled down and toji could not hold his heart from skipping a beat. also evident from pushing down the accelerator and making the engine rumble fiercely.

you look at him surprised, though never showing any sign of anger.

"sorry." he hoped his muffled words reached you well, "only got it for a few weeks now, still getting to know her."

"tell him to mind his business and keep that junk silent." toji heard the driver say silently but not subtle as well. he saw you brush off whatever your companion said.

"no worries, nice ride though." you winked.

this is were toji believed he would never see your face again as you are driven away from him. until you stepped foot in his diner. a cheeky grin could not be erased from him as he prepared your meal. earning him some shocked looks going his way, as everybody who had worked along side him know he does not smile often.

once your food was delivered, his line of vision never ceased to unlock itself on you. the nice, pretty girl who complimented his awesome bike. though toji's gaze flickered to your companion occasionally, giggling to himself mischievously, knowing your companion was eating a meal garnished with his spit on it.

[its-target-official]

sitting on the floor in a puddle of tears and feathers hoping for a godkin to come rescue me

[thunderon]

being tired as hell but still being unable to sleep has to be a top 5 worst feeling. right fucking up there with “hungry but too nauseous to eat”. experiencing both at the same time? literally need to be put down like a dog

[qkmlh]

Still ducking hilarious to me that Zoro & Sanji began their beef because they thought the other was misogynistic and it came to a head of no return when Zoro felt his title of ‘Luffy’s specialest boi’ threatened by Sanji’s comment

[csyakult]

✻ ⌣ 🦦 ˚ 𖤛

[mewvore]

Me while reading romance stories: this is so ridiculous! they need to just talk! their problems would be solved if they speak up!!!

Me after getting a burger from McDonald's that had none of the things I asked for on it:

ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒʰ ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵘʰ ᵒʰ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳᵐᶦⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵐᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ᵒᵏᵃʸ ᴵ'ˡˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ

[clownsuu]

PLEASE TELL ME THERE ARE C AI’s OF THE MOB AU (MOSTLY WALLY AND HOWDY)

Yeyeyeye, there is one of howdy and wally! And I think Barnaby too by someone else-

[sage-nebula]

Shooting stars burn bright and fast, and then they're gone.

Bill calls Mabel "Shooting Star."

Because of the first sweater we see her in? Yes.

Only because of the first sweater we see her in? . . . Doubtful.

Mabel is effervescent, a force of nature. In a recent YouTube interview, Alex Hirsch described her as extremely passionate, always moving so fast from idea to idea, from thing to thing. The reason why shooting stars glow is because of the speed at which they move through the atmosphere; shooting stars move at hypersonic speeds, and those speeds create friction between the gases of our atmosphere and the meteor itself. That friction creates an immense amount of heat and pressure around the meteor, which creates the flame and the glow that we see down below.

This description encapsulates Mabel. She feels every emotion with everything she has, and when she has a new idea or whim, she throws herself into it 100%, not pausing to give anything a chance to get in her way. She's fast, fierce, and bright; she captures the attention and hearts of everyone around her.

But here's the other thing about shooting stars: the heat that allows them to glow also destroys them. The vast majority of meteors turn to ash long before they ever have a chance of reaching Earth's surface. They dissolve before we ever feel them at all.

When you think about the pitch for season two where it would have opened with Dipper's future self coming back to try to change the past because his Mabel had died . . . when you think about how, in the season two that we did get, Bill was going to kill Mabel in the final Weirdmageddon episode, her shooting star symbol looming in his eye as he prepared to snap his fingers on the word "you" . . .

Shooting stars burn fast and bright, and then they're gone. It's interesting to think about how close that came to being true for Mabel -- how both the good and bad aspects of the shooting star imagery could come into play for her character and story arc.

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The lash of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[deus-ex-mona]

scrolled a little too far back on mogetwt and found pure gold:

[pinkemo6]

“Ah Gravity falls it’s good to be back!”

I had to bring some life to my billsona sketch I posted so I made a lil deal 🔥💙⚠️ (1/2)

Some close ups of the vessel and their swanky threads!

[saltpepperbeard]

Favorite Edward Facial Expressions Part 2

For @blakbonnet

[mortalityplays]

he was at his most manipulative when he said this

[smalldicksantiago]

i'm gonna be honest, armand. i don't think it's fair to have the bookshelves attached to the ceiling knowing that louis, who LOVES reading, cannot fly but you, the one who is capable of flying, can. hmmmmm... SYMBOLISM perhaps??? SYMBOLISM of you being a tad bit controlling??? hmmmmm...