#not an open

[starfoam]

Somewhere off the coast of Lanai, there's a sharp gasp for air.

Lorelei surfaces from a pool of magic the color of orchids, glimmering purples and pinks. The blood from her head dissipates into nothing, and as she lifts herself onto tinted marble floor, the pain in her skull dulls from a painful throb to a mere hum. She swallows gulps of air, indifferent to her own nakedness in the moment, and stares at the messy ground.

He killed her.

It had happened quickly. From the trip to the basement (I set aside something special, you've got to see it, how stupid was she for believing that obvious lie), to the cage, to the argument, to the fight, that couldn't have been... more than an hour? Hour and a half?

Perhaps it's a mercy that she can't remember the space between death and waking. Even as the magic cleans up her skin and restores her aching muscles, she still feels her hands shake, staring at the backs of her soon-to-be un-bruised knuckles.

She'd liked Joe. She'd liked him a lot, opened herself up when doing that felt like putting a target on her back, and he'd gone for a bullseye.

The scream came from somewhere in the back of her throat, guttural and rough, and she pounded her fist on the marble floor. The crack didn't bother her - the castle could mend itself - but the shards digging into her fist made her feel real long enough to steel herself.

This wasn't deep enough to be heartache, but it was still a solid blow to the chest. Fuck Joe Goldberg and his creepy-ass cage. Fuck him for acting like he was interested in something real, for claiming locking her up was real.

She forces herself to her feet, and magic whirls around her body, forming a small black dress. She begins walking.

Joe Goldberg is going to pay.

@jgoldberg

[vortship]

Ones and Zeros

So this is where she was holed up, a clearing in a field at the end of the world.

All simulated, as far as he knew. He followed her passed the glitched, pink cliffs, integrity crumbling with bits of exposed code. He followed her passed the colorful confetti and empty Irken uniforms that littered the empty fake streets. Only the two of them remained, but she was stalling. It seemed now she wanted to be caught.

Why? What was she getting at?

“Sorry, Dib, you really gotta understand. I wanted you to learn something.” 

Each word she spoke rippled through a field of tall grass. A damaged moon hung low in the sky, chipped away at; still a friendly shade of pink. Her silhouette looked somehow sinister in the dim light. The horns perched atop her head gave way to a foreboding shadow in the clipping grass. She was bringing the entire place down, the two of them with it.

“You’re angry! At them! I get it! So am I! But-” 

“What? No!”

The ripples grew, circles extending outward from where she stood, facing forward, purple eyes cast up at the false moon before she turned and offered only a passing glance at her opponent. Had he ever seen her angry? To be honest, he couldn’t recall. She wasn’t Zim, at the very least, she didn’t fight like him. Her suspicious behavior had managed to pass under his radar until now.

“This is your plan? You’re just trapping us all in here?” he accentuated his question with an accusatory point, and the sigh that erupted from her echoed throughout the simulated landscape.

“They’re code. Ones and zeros for me to play with. Like this-” she spread her arms out at her sides, “I wanted you to see; they’re just directives stuffed in a backpack. Some rearranging here and there and-” she giggled, “-they all fall apart!” she smiled, razor sharp teeth over thin lips,

“Yeah? I know that. I never thought of it that way maybe. If that’s how you feel, why work for Zim?” he shook his head, tone taking a turn for the curious rather than accusatory. Her grin was replaced with a pensive frown, she turned to look at him finally face only slightly illuminated by the dim, pink lighting,

“He’s not like them. I don’t mean that in a good way either.” hands clasped behind her back, she managed a bitter laugh, “Maybe I wanna see how it ends? Maybe I just like when cool, new things happen. But you know what I don’t like?”

Dib didn’t answer,

“People who aren’t any fun.”

[cryoexorcist]

another day, another fever. this SUCKS.

[moonlit-trolls]

"NOW I'M NOT GONNA BE SUGARCOATING WHAT JUST HAPPENED. BUT JEGUS IT WAS FUCKED UP"

"I JUST MET SOMEONE, THINK I CLICKED WITH EM IN THAT WAY WHERE YOU KINDA JUST HATE THEM BUT ENOUGH TO LIKE THEM IN A SORT OF FUCKED UP WAY? YEAH."

"THEN I HEAR THEY'RE FLEET, AND THE WHOLE FUCKIN CHERADE WAS ATTEMPTING TO FUCKING RECRUIT ME TO BE SOME SORT OF FOOTSOLDIER WITH A LEASH. NEEDLESS TO SAY I BATTED THAT FUCKING BITCHES HEAD RIGHT OFF AND WENT TO TAKE A NAP. BUT THAT SHIT IS WEIRD AS ALL HELL."

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[podcastwizard]

literally drinking a beer by the lake and still opened tumblr. some of us are beyond saving

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

being called "cringe" by another tumblr user is just so..............my sibling in christ u are also on the app

[astronomalyy]

parenting

[maxedry-art]

[rixypill]

drew another indian miku‼️

i’ve always wanted to draw the sitar

[i-am-a-fish]

please learn how to code

like, if you're bored today, and not doing anything,

learn a little bit of coding please

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[jumpscaregoose]

*in a Situation* okay which blorbo can I use to get through this

[purichou]

naomi osaka's US open r1 outfit!