#not to mention the failed attempts

[vizziefizzie]

Silver in the Dragon's Den!

(This was made in blender!! I was practicing with texture paint, the grease pencil, and compositing!)

[captainjonnitkessler]

Do you guys notice how when Shawn Fain, president of the United Auto Workers union, started planning a general strike, he did it by a) targeting his messaging towards unions with the ability to safely and effectively strike in large numbers, b) laid out a clear, actionable plan for those unions to follow (setting contracts to all expire at the same time, since many unions cannot strike while under contract), c) is using union contracts to set clear, actionable demands that can be met in order to gauge success and provide an end goal, and d) started organizing FOUR YEARS before the proposed strike date to give people the chance to plan accordingly, because it takes a really freaking long time to get tens of millions of people organized?

You notice how he didn't do it by slapping a message on Twitter saying 'hey nobody go to work on Monday, that'll really show 'em'?

[ossiethegreat]

kimya dawson and color spectrum duo … grrr….

@howlsofbloodhounds

Color belongs to superyoumna

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Song - Anthrax by Kimya Dawson

there’s so much fanart of killer sinking in water or something and honestly it’s kinda funny

[speremint]

Finished veilguard and have many thoughts but none of my friends are done yet. I will probably do a second playthrough at some point just to do emmrich’s romance, but man…. Very torn on the game.

[tapestryundone]

when the god was made in the image of a man who infiltrated the mind of said god and in doing so made himself intertwined with the form that god took while also being the cause of that form creating a infinite feedback loop of what caused the god and his creator to evoke the very image of the death the creator feared through the form of an animal representing that concept, and the god has faint, undeniably human characteristics given to him by his creator while his creator retained none of it. fuck

[zebedeezing]

The jinx & ekko suicide prevention and talkdown scene was made for me by the way. Me specifically.

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[solar-halos]

to celebrate october here is pumpkin snoopy

[kirkwallguy]

i don't think VG is tame and i don't think biowre is trying to avoid moral grayness/immorality. the lords of fortune problem seems to be handled like still a dalish blaming on top of blatant racism/orientalism all around the game.

these are the people who grounded the lore on villainizing pagan figures and make a colonizer group look less bad because, well, the colonized people were already down and bad lol. morrigan is good because she's a thi- i mean an expert on elven stuff, merrill is naive because she cares about it ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ a lot of parallels in the lore just makes a statement that you either have to be on a settler liberal mindset or extremely ignorant (or both) to write your story this way lol. if writers were different the story would be different is what I'm saying

bioware doesn't flinch away when it comes to little groups rhat draws parallels to irl indigenous groups (dalish are inspired by romani and jewish people)

none of this contradicts the complaints about the worldbuilding being very sanitised imo? the fact that the game still has a lot of racism doesn't mean it didn't attempt to flatten its political nuance, it just means that the writers completely failed to see the root of the problem when trying to avoid the criticisms they were met with after dai

[here-there-were-dragons]

i'm seeing three times as many people bitching in the tag about the very idea that someone might not like this breed than i see people actually expressing unambiguous dislike for this breed

[littlelambramblings]

When your legs don't work like they used to before~

Tw: Failed attempted escape, referenced and threats of non-con body modifications, referenced and threats of amputations, disabled whumpee, parental whumper, intimate/creepy whumper, delusional whumper

A/N: This contains mature content, please don't read if you feel uncomfortable. If I missed a warning/tag, please let me know. And if you see a spelling/grammer mistake, no you didn't.

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Panting, Jace pushed his sore body through the woods. Why am I doing this? He wondered. This is a terrible idea…!

Suddenly, he saw the gate and with it a spark of hope grew within him. He pulled himself up by his arms. Slowly, he shoved his new prosthetic legs up and over the first bar.

 Phantom pains sprang up his knees. 

It’s only been a month since Theodore had given him his prosthetic legs for ‘good behaviour’ since the amputation and Jace had decided to take what could be his last chance to make a run for it. 

Just as Jace had painstakingly made it half-way up the gate, he felt his metallic legs suddenly lock at the joints. Gasping, he reached with his hands to grab the bars, but the sweat and the stress had made them go weak and he could only watch in shock as he fell backwards onto the gravel with a loud thud! 

“Ugh,” Jace groaned, “What the-” A shadow loomed over him, Jace’s head snapped upwards. 

“Going somewhere?” Theodore’s voice felt like ice flooding Jace’s blood. In his hand, Theodore held a remote. “You didn’t think I’d just give you working legs with no precautions?”

Jace paled, “I- I just thought-”

“No. That’s the problem, Jace. You didn’t think,” Theodore crouched in front of him, pulling his chin up. “I love you. And you just can’t see how you need me.”

Jace twisted his face out of Theodore’s tight grasp, “I don’t need you! You’re the one who needs me! You’re a selfish bastard!”

Theodore’s face dropped. Instantly, Jace regretted his words. 

“I think I gave you your prosthetics too early,” Theodore responded coldly. “It seems like the pain is still making you delirious.”

Dread crawled up Jace’s spine, “Wait, no, please-!”

“Not another word,” Theodore growled as he picked Jace up in a bridal carry and started heading back towards the house. Desperately, Jace pushed his hands up against Theodore, trying to get some space.

Theodore paused, looking down with a frustrated gaze at Jace. 

 “If you make me restrain you further, I might call Dr. Morris up again for another surgery. Maybe one on your hands this time,” Theodore threatened with a pointed look.

That seemed to snap Jace into his best behaviour for the remainder of the walk. 

[ratatatastic]

"you had that kind of backpass that slipped past bobby and then a few moments later you scored" EROD. EROD SWEETIE. STOP LAUGHING. STOP IT. STOP LAUGHING AT YOUR SPOUSE TEAMMATE POOR MIKKSY IS SO RED. STOP IT. PLEASE CAN WE BE SERIOUS HES GONNA ERUPT YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE STOP BEING MEAN roddy you do such a piss poor job to hide your amusement as if your hand can cover that huge ass grin that streches from here to the damn pacific

you cannot block the sun with a single finger...do not hope that your hand masks THE WAY YOU ARE CHEESIN SIR.

mikksy nodding at the "backpass" like yes yes i did do that yeah it- it almost went it. yep. in the finals of the tournament for the hardest trophy to earn. yeah most mortifying moment of my life that will be talked about for the rest of the finals can we please- *succumbs to the mortfying ordeal of having to talk about it to media* yep.

erod keeps chuffing to himself that mikksy keeps glancing at him from the corner of his eye as he tries to focus on the english being said to him i know his ears started burning BAD THEYRE PRACTICALLY RADIATORS (ears so big they become thermoregulators i learned that in natgeo magazine once ☝️) RODDY YOURE SUCH A DISTRACTION BEHAVE. BE NICE.

you know mikksy isnt so big and scary when you have a tiny man next to him laughing at his misfortune as he turns the brightest red known to man that if he stood in the middle of an intersection cars would stop

"i was going...high and lows on that one shift that- well i tried to go d to d pass..." poor mikksy trying to explain his thought process but hes stumbling through it like is the room getting hotter? i think the room is getting hotter- yeah uh d to d pass um yeah is it normal to hear the pulsating in your ears or is that a medical issue i should be worried about- ah no thats just the embarrassment isnt it. ah. yeah that would do it.

and little miss chuckles next to him is not helping at all GIRL HES TRYING TO ANSWER STOP IT

school presentation esque dynamic here... when its your turn to talk but suddenly your bestie erupts into laughter because you opened your mouth and youre like shut up SHUT UP ITS NOT FUNNY. SHUT UP. so youre trudging through it because you need a good preformance grade and just SHUT UP.

"bobby was awake so it was good for us" YES HE WAS guys its okay mikksy was being silly doing a think fast exercise and bobby passed with flying colours we love when our d gives bobby his enrichment time its important to their health as a species

rushing to say "and then the rest was nice." you mean your goal mikksy you mean your AMAZING SNAPSHOT OF A GOAL THAT FIRED UP THE WHOLE TEAM??? THAT WAS NICE YEAH IM SURE IT WAS. im gonna shake him violently please PLEASE IT WAS SUCH A GOOD GOAL IM STILL FEELING THE HIGH OF IT COME ON also roddy looking over while mikksy shrugs off his goal like it was footnote and not a big deal like yeah its nice ig... that goofy grin that damn goofy grin...babe lets try to be a little subtle here...looking at him like he hung the moon and all the stars in the sky ffs

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 2 postgame interview | 6.10.24 (x)

and because i love mikksy heres one of the most embarrassing moments of his career forever immortalised you go big guy <3

[yardsards]

living in america is literally just like. yeah i could probably benefit from inpatient mental health services but honestly the resulting medical bills would just make me want to kill myself even more

[somehow-progressing]

life is strange 1 told a story where a mistreated, messed up, young punk lesbian deserved to live. a story where she was loved

life is strange "double exposure" tells you that she was better off dead, erases her lesbianism and turns her into a sexist stereotype, and there are people wondering why we're upset about the game

[shoezuki]

the essay i got due tomorrow n barely done is like. its good i like it im excited to write it and im so upset that i have no time and am sick like.

its in my fairy tales n folklore class n im writing on the subject of taboo topics in perrault's 'donkeyskin' and specifically the symbolism/metaphors of the donkey hide she wears n how it symbolizes her trauma haunting her long after she escapes her fathers attempts to marry her n like. i like the story a lot n how its kinda fucked up but perrault really watered down the father-daughter incest topic n tried to make it more 'safe' and less taboo. but he fucking failed and i wanna argue bout it so bad. but my head hurt

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 9, Day 12

“I made a mistake.” | Accident | Acceptance | “I can’t stand seeing you like this.” | Grief |

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Contains: suicide mention / suicidal ideation, restraints, shame, guilt, grief, lady whump

WC: 810

To spit on your kindness and mercy

“My, did you hear that?” The usurper tugged at the ropes, jerking her a little closer toward him. “My loyal guard is offering to get rid of you for me. I’ve half a mind to take him up on it, since you were foolishly trying to spit on my kindness and mercy.”

“I wasn’t trying to—” She cut herself off. What was the point? He’d already seen through her pitiful attempt at a lie, anyway.

“Really. You expect me to believe it was merely an accident? You tampering with your window?” He scoffed. “What was your plan, then? To take some sort of ill-advised, ill-fated leap to your death?”

Her heart pounded at the question, blood boiling and deafening in her ears, overpowering the burn of her slapped cheek. Of course that had been her plan, but she couldn’t say that. Not now, not in front of her brother—couldn’t confess that she’d been yanked back from the brink of despair and prevented from throwing herself off a sheer cliff of grief . . . an act that would have left him to suffer alone. “Please—”

“Still. I have gone through all the trouble of keeping you alive until this point. It certainly seems a pity to waste the effort so soon, and with so little reward yet reaped.”

She could see her brother writhing in his chains where he lay, eyes wild, as he listened to the conversation unfold. How scared and confused he must be—only just woken, with no explanation for what had happened, listening to the despicable things the usurper said, bound so cruelly, and with that awful muzzle—

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “You’re right. It was foolish.” Desperate. “Impetuous.” Futile. “I . . . I was a fool to . . .”

The words he wanted her to echo dried up in her throat: to spit on your kindness and mercy.

Whatever he believed, he had certainly afforded her neither.

“I ask you for another mercy,” she said, drooping as she gave in.

Although she could tell he’d heard perfectly well what she had said, the prince merely uttered with a smirk, “I beg your pardon?”

“One more mercy. I beg of you. Let me see my brother. Let me take off that awful . . .”

She looked away as her brother’s face flushed a deep red.

“Let me release him, at least. Let him speak, let him move. I can’t stand to . . .”

She couldn’t stand to see him suffering so.

“Say please.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she perceived the way her brother shook his head furiously, as if to say she shouldn’t beg on his behalf, shouldn’t debase herself any further.

He could cling to his pride if he wanted. But she’d seen the bloodshed that had led them here. And she had accepted that there were things this false prince wanted to hear. And if it meant it would keep her and her brother alive another day, she’d say them.

“Please,” she said.

No matter how much they made her stomach turn.

“Please, what?”

“Please . . . Your Highness.”

Her brother make a disgusted choking sound that may have been a cry for her to stop. The prince, for his part, did not answer. He still waited—and made her wait.

Sucking in a deep breath, she said, “Please, Your Highness, may I help my brother?”

She caught the soldier scowling, the one who’d offered to murder her mere minutes before. The disappointment of not having his bloodlust sated was all too clear in his face.

“You may.” The prince patted her cheek far from gently, but not hard enough to hurt like an open-hand slap. “Next time, however . . . you’ll respect me on the first try, or you’ll be wearing that muzzle instead.”

Silently, she held still as the prince beckoned for the soldier to untie the ropes on her wrists. Still glowering, the soldier yanked her toward him a little too forcefully, making her slippered feet scrape and stumble on the dungeon floor. Where the same man’s blade had tried to slice open her throat mere hours before, her skin burned.

Just as she was about to dart to her brother’s side, the prince reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She shrieked at the sudden attack.

“Well? What do you say?”

Blinking back tears, she whimpered, “Th-thank you, Your Highness.”

He chuckled, pleased, but he didn’t let go. “Good girl.”

“Please—”

“You may remove the muzzle,” the prince said. “The chains will remain.”

“What? But you said—”

“Do not,” he said, gripping her hair tighter, forcing forth those unwelcome tears of pain, “question me. Or defy me.” His voice grew dangerous. “My guards think I made a mistake by letting you live, don’t they?” His gaze hardened to cold, unyielding stone. “Trust me, if you prove them right, you’ll live to regret it. But not for long.”

June of Doom Masterlist

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