#maybe in the morning idk

[voltrixz]

Giggling over this stupid fuckin electro shocker doodle I found when looking through my Freeform boards

😭😭😭HATTEEE HATEEE THESE GUYS

[rink3]

turn back now. save yourself.

[og reddit post]

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[boringwomanwithabook]

more weird ass angles from your least favorite girl

[aropride]

if you ever think "why bother posting my spotify wrapped/apple music replay nobody really cares anyway" think of ME. I CARE. i love that shit i love seeing what music people like and how many minutes they listened to music etc. PLEASE post them i love it i love ittttt it's like a holiday for me

[xxplastic-cubexx]

give me some whiskey and ill draw The Most Thing i can come up with

bonus:

[lazylittledragon]

isn't it weird how if you get up at 7 or 8, do your work all day, then have free time and go to bed at 11 that's absolutely fine

but if i said i get up at 10, do fun stuff in the morning then work in the evening and go to bed late, i could be called lazy, nevermind that i'm getting just as much or MORE work done as i would in a traditional work day

[quixoticanarchy]

when my grandfather moved to the us after living through wwii in occupied norway he said the most striking thing he noticed here was the waste. the wastefulness, the sheer amount of excess stuff and the fever for consumption and how blasé people were as they threw it all away. and despite nominal awareness of the issue since then and and sometimes-counterproductive efforts to recycle, overconsumption trends have only gotten worse. trash, like any other ‘flow’ of materials, goods, etc, has gone global, and accumulates unevenly between where it is produced and where its burdens fall

which is a tangible, material disaster for the people living next to incinerators and landfills (in environmental justice communities of the imperial core; or abroad, in the poor countries where the rich ones dump their waste), and for the people doing the also-toxic and dangerous work extracting all the materials and making the things that are destined for the landfill, and it’s also a psychological and paradigmatic disaster for the overconsumers: to be so disconnected from where your stuff comes from and what it really costs, to expect endless cheap varieties of food and consumer goods from all over the world, to think no further than the instant gratification of next-day-delivered fast fashion orders or a new phone every year, to not realize that what you throw out never really goes away. the ‘western consumer lifestyle’, wherever it’s practiced, depends on and enforces the willful ignorance of its consequences and the disinclination to see other people and places as real. and while most waste is industrial, not just your personal household trash, the finished products you throw out have an industrial history too, and are tied to far more waste than you’ll ever personally see. which is to say not just ‘we shouldn’t buy so many things’ or ‘we shouldn’t send our trash to be dumped in other people’s countries’ - true, but also most of these things should never even be made

[randomfandomsgobrrrrrr]

do you guys every think that maybe Bill never saw his parents faces?

I mean. It makes sense that he wouldn't be able to see them with his eye fixed on his front towards the stars. Do you think that maybe he only saw his mother face as she was burning alongside the world he lived in but never got to know?

Do you think he never saw them at all? Do you think that maybe. Just maybe he looks into the mirror and wonders if he even looks like them at all?

Maybe he had them described at one point or another and has vague ideas on what they looked like. Chances are that he wouldn't know what they looked like from the front like him. Maybe he wonders if he may have mixed up details over the years and has completely forgotten what they looked like as he slowly forgot details and desperately tried to replace them with something else theseus' ship style?

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[wttcsms]

it’s sundress season!! so all i can think abt is character going absolutely feral the moment he sees you step out in a sundress. the two of you will have to let his friends know that yall will be running late because his hindbrain takes over & all he can think about is flipping up the skirt of your dress so he see your pretty panties wrapped around your cute lil cunt that he owns. you two show up to his friends’ gathering after the most intense quickie of your life, and he’s still not satiated. he has one hand on your thigh throughout the entire night, his hand traveling upwards until he can grip his large hand around the soft skin of your inner thigh. he might even tease you under the table, fingertips brushing against your sensitive pussy, the fabric of your panties still wet because his cum is seeping out of you and-

just your usual sweet boyfriend going absolutely wild and possessive and clingy the moment he sees you in a pretty little sundress!!!!

[keperaz]

late night sketch of these two

[saphflare]

I feel like there is something to be said about how Rat and Lux chose their final stand against Blake. Making themselves look less like people by submerging themselves in ink, letting themselves die and be reborn into something deviating away from how players would usually fight and be something inhuman.

Monsters so to speak.

And how it is when they fight and lurk beneath the ink, the world looks just as dark to allow them to fit into it, like doomsday and that something is ending. So only when finally one of them lays dead and the other unable to continue that the rains stops and the color comes back. And the one remaining becomes something more recognizable in his defeat and more human as he feels something achingly terrible for the first time since the world started.

I know there is the whole unreliable narrator thing and depending on which side you see it from, you get different mileage on each character. But just there is something so fascinating how the fight is. In how Lux and Rat, the two that have changed so much together, had started this fight with the shared intent to make things right so they can finally leave it behind them and made themselves look so alien and different in the process. While Blake and Nox, two that were never even on the same side, and who both were too unrelenting in what they want to ever stray from their own desires, had remained as they were and drew the same weapons they fought with all this time (albeit it a few enchantment changes and all that) to face this fight in front of them.

I don't think I have quite the right words to form a good and meaningful conclusion, but like the tonal and thematic dissonance goes crazy (in a good way).

[goth1c-pinki3-pi3]

keith learnt from an early age that being angry got attention. it was easy to ignore a calm kid who was lightly tapping you and asking for attention, but it was much harder when the yells of a kid were like the sound of nails on a chalkboard.

of course keith learnt very early on that yelling and being angry was a form of sure way of getting his foster families attention.

he didnt learn that not all attention was good, later on. after his fifth, he started making a tally on how different families reacted to anger. or, any emotion. really. he treated it like it was a study. anything, so make sure he didnt get attached.

then shiro. shiro didnt react. well, he did. but not like how keith was told adults reacted. sure shiro was maybe 8 or 9 maybe years older total, but he was an adult. and keith wasnt.

but shiro was fine with his anger. was fine with his emotions. was fine with keith. keith started to feel at home. i mean, who wouldnt.

Meet the Kerberos accident. The home wrecker.

[unicornpopcorn14]

You know this scene?

And how it was played as a funny jab at Aku's starvation for approval?

Well, I think it portrays more condescension on Dazai's part than it seems...

Because Dazai touching Akutagawa might have been the reason he even fainted.

Akutagawa clearly agrees with Dazai when he points out his exhaustion, responding to his "You're at your limit, now, aren't you?" With "It doesn't matter".

Rashōmon could have been the only thing keeping Akutagawa standing at that moment.

Dazai could have been totally aware that that was the case.

And what he does? Nullify his ability right then and there. Seep what's left of his strength away. Before, and not after, he provides him the praise he oh-so-needs after so, so long.

I'm half certain Dazai wouldn't have given that compliment if he wasn't sure he'd turn his protege off that way. Never having to deal with the reaction, never having to handle the emotions that would result and stem because of him. Easier that way, isn't it?

And you know what? I don't even think Akutagawa heard him at that moment, else why would he still be adamant to win Dazai's approval after this scene?