#my unknown god

[recapitulation]

[ID: gifs from the series "Mysterious Lotus Casebook" showing the characters Fang Duobing, Li Lianhua, and Di Feisheng together. The gifs show, in order: Fang Duobing elbowing Di Feisheng away as he tries to choke Li Lianhua, Fand Duobing stopping the three of them as they walk and gesturing to Di Feisheng, Li Lianhua pouring tea for Di Feisheng and refusing to do so for Fang Duobing, Di Feisheng steadying Li Lianhua as he wears the wedding dress, Fang Duobing smelling his arm and scowling as Li Lianhua smells Di Feisheng's wound in the Lotus Tower, Fang Duobing pointing at Di Feisheng and Li Lianhua tapping his arm away, the three of them walking together as Li Lianhua looks at a map, both of them helping Li Lianhua sit up, the three of them standing all holding swords, and Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng on the beach, with Li Lianhua on the shore in a fur coat. /end ID]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 209

Now Jason was planning on, well, a lot of things, when he came back to Gotham. He had a lot of plans, several of which had to do with the old man and even more that had to do with cleaning up Crime Alley, making it safer and all that. 

What he was not planning on was to find some sort of lab in the basement of where he was planning on setting up a safehouse. Nor was he planning on finding several literal children in cages inside said lab. Oh and Lazarus Waters- but children! With muzzles! Being experimented on!

Now he’d like to say he had a plan in what happened next, but if he’s honest everything had gone Green and he didn’t remember what happened next, only that he’s back home with said children and covered in blood. Oh and everything smells of smoke. 

… And apparently there’s more of these things dotted around Crime Alley with the rest of these kids, er, siblings? Family? Fright does mean family? Okay kids, he’s not turning into Bruce but you can stay here while he deals with this… however long that takes. 

He better not be turning into Bruce he swears-

[insomnious-illustrations]

I’m posting some older art here but FMA 2003 will always break my heart

[iguessitsjustme]

Qian: I give so much. I love my family. I will give my life to them. I will protect them and feed them and provide them with shelter. My life belongs to them.

Yuan: I will give my life to Qian. I love him. I will make sure he eats and rests and takes time for himself. I will make sure he stays healthy and well. My life belongs to Qian.

Qian: Wait hold on now wait a minute that doesn’t seem right

Yuan: Get loved…idiot.

[loverofstufflof]

Being a Journey to the West fan is crazy, because you can see a cool Six-Eared Macaque design from a piece of media you’ve never heard of, black out, and wake up 4 episodes deep into some obscure donghua called “Monster but Wild”

[meilia-stims]

The Unknown (Glasgow Willy Wonka Experience) stimboard

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[starcrashedsatellite]

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Guys, I'm literally begging you to not make me the "Um, actually" guy right now.

Atlantis is not and has never been a real actual city.

There is literally no historical or anthropological evidence that it ever existed. It was an entirely made up city that Plato created to illustrate his point about the very real threat of political corruption and how if left unchecked, could lead to the absolute devastation of an entire nation and its people.

It's also a fucking Nazi conspiracy theory. I shouldn't have to explain how "a secret advanced ancient civilization whose people were inherently superior and able to dominate all of the Ionian, Aegean and Mediterranean seas" is an absolute red fucking flag.

I'm going to jump out a window omfg a;lsdfj;alkgja

Here's a fun video for anyone who is still doubtful that explains in more depth how fucking bonkers the Atlantis conspiracy theory actually is.

I promise ACTUAL Greek history is extremely fascinating. Please stop buying into literal conspiracy theories, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

[microtyalm13]

there could be grammatical errors here 'm sorry i wrote this at like 2am. there's a pretty brief mention of fingering but overall vague description of getting hot'n'bothered & dicked down while watching at yourself through the eyes of a godly creature in a form of a.. i dunno? hypnosis? anyways have fun :З

he hovers over you in the deafening silence of the empty room, his palms holding your face. the eyes on his little wings slowly roll back and close as the feathers twitch faintly... the sight would be haunting for anyone else, but not for you. finally, he bares his countenance and whispers:

"let me into your mind."

and with a simple nod of your head, you let him in. you let him see through your eyes, and in return, he lets you see through his own. he loves to get inside your head, making you watch how he gets you worked up. your mind already left your body by now, but you can still see and feel yourself. even if there's not a single though in your head, just a white noise in the background, you can still feel how he presses his whole body against yours while his hands roam all over your smaller frame. it's suffocating, yet somehow hypnotizing.

you know you're not helpless right now, you can snap back to reality at any point. he doesn't want to overwhelm you too much or do something you wouldn't be comfortable with. but you choose to sink deeper anyway, further into his touch, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and exposed to the creature before you.

he takes it slow at first, allows you to watch how he stretches your pretty cunt with his fingers. the look on your face, combined with your dilated pupils, was so feverishly mesmerising. timid, but so shameless and obvious in expressing your own desires and needs, you writhe weakly on your bed, lips parted in a silent plea that doesn't go unnoticed by gavriil.

by the time he's done with you and carefully leaves your conscience, he's already admiring you from above again. your hair, now messy and tangled, your flushed, sweat-soaked skin. there's nothing more pleasing to him than helping you come back down from your high. as if it wasn't him who stripped you away from every bit of your guilt and shame, ravaging you so intensely immediately afterwards, he gazed at your face with such an affectionate look in his eyes. everything about you felt so raw and real to him.

everything felt right.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Shipping in the name of animation workers rights? Sign me tf up

Animation Guild links:

If you have a animated production or whatnot that you like now or one you grew up with, say something nice about it in the #standwithanimation tag - public support of animators over profit-driven studios is very important right now!

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[amid-fandoms]

at this rate i’ll take an amazingphil upload to show off the new hair if they wanna keep the dapg one for june JUST SOMETHING PLEASE I NEED TO SEE THAT KEN DOLL MOVE

[maddymoreau]

Grant Turner and I commission by @unusualmuffin-art

[agentark]

in the span of maybe an hour, clara oswald goes from, "I already know - don't say it." to, "people like you and me should say things to each other" and I'll never get over it

she literally gets pulled out of time the moment before her death and learns he's been clawing his way back to her for 4.5 BILLION years?? Just to save her??? I would also suddenly and urgently have words

[cherry-bomb1985]

I feel like The Father and Hell both understand and experience love in all the worst ways.

The Father sought to create a life form that would follow and love him unconditionally. It wasn't enough that he had a great cosmic kingdom of angels who are unquestioningly loyal, no, he needed something that knew suffering and mortality and the threat of oblivion, and would still find love at the end; love for him above all else. But after numerous implied failures at that, in his desperation, he instead created the threat of eternal damnation to force them to love him in order avert that fate. Lucifer's words must have been like a splash of cold water, but by the time he realized sheer magnitude of suffering he had unintentionally set into motion, it was too late. He could not destroy Hell; he could not stop the cycle of violence.

That guilt drove him to seek a death that, from the looks of it, eluded him in spite of the hollowness consuming him. And now he is... somewhere, helpless to stop his experiments from consuming one another and themselves in a glorious show of blood and violence.

And then there's Hell itself, who seems to recognize love as an act of violence and cruelty. It is something that derives joy only from the suffering of other living creatures. God gave it so many toys to hurt and break and reform, and Mankind gave it new ones. Why would it understand love as anything but? It gave Minos a facsimile of the son he is most ashamed of, and delighted when he cast it, once more, into a labyrinth. Gabriel flattened all the souls within it's confines beneath his heel and gave those that did bend false hopes.

Now there's V1, tearing its way through the remaining layers and creating a spectacle of violence like nothing Hell has ever witnessed before. How could it not love them all for all the entertainment they've provided?

But deep within its recesses, hidden away from the eyes of Heaven, there was a Gutterman. A machine built for war, who eventually came to love that which it gave it life at the cost of their own. Enough to give the human welded within their coffin the mercy that both Heaven and Hell had denied them; enough to write a single love letter to them, even knowing that it would never be read by its intended recipient.

So, as things turn out, you /can/ teach a machine to love. And they will understand and experience it more sincerely than God or Hell ever could.

[toffeebeantable]

Mobtober Day 1 Spirit/Ghost

[helyeahmangocheese]

I can't stop thinking about how ideas of the afterlife have given people hope to see loved ones, given people peace in the face of death, for forever. but the einherjar don't get the guarantee that they will ever see anyone they ever loved, living or presently dead, ever again. I wonder how many of them think of it as a punishment. no wonder some of them fade away