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[waning-wings]

SNAKE (i think its a black rat snake? cant remember for sure though ☹️)

[starredforlife]

hello for those planning on voting for kamala harris. could y’all start emailing or calling her specifically to pressure her to stop the genocide. even if you’re a decided voter, mention you are undecided and that this is the issue you would flip on. here I’ll leave a link where you can email

[exosciences]

my favorite thing about loyalty missions in mass effect 2, aside from how absurd of a concept they are already, is that none of them are made equally

like on the one hand you have missions like mordin’s, which require you to make the extremely difficult decision of whether or not to keep the research results that could potentially cure the genophage, which will have MASSIVE implications for the inevitable clash between the krogan and turians/salarians in the near future

and on the other hand you’ve got people like jacob who show up and go “my dad sucks” and then you find his dad go “wow your dad SUCKS lol put this man UNDER the jail” and now jacob will survive the swarm of alien bees 20 hours from now

[tummysmoocher]

I love when someone wears a loose shirt every day so you can’t really see their body shape until they bend over or reach or something or twist a certain way and the shirt pulls tighter and reveals some of them. It’s like. Not to sound like an 19th century man abt to faint from seeings a woman’s ankles but it feels so teasing and drives me crazy. When they bend to grab something and I can see that their sides are soft against their shirt or they reach for a top shelf and their top pulls up just slightly enough to see where their tummy rounds and meets the band of their jeans. It makes me feel insane because I still can’t really see their shape or the full extent of where they’re soft but it’s just enough to make me think about it for the next week or so

[threadbaresweater]

would you still love me if I said I've lost interest in reading fanfic?

[missfreija]

I love how the only intelligent thing lestat said in the whole iwtv book is that Louis was in a dangerous situation (predicting what will happen to Louis and Claudia in Paris many years later) because of not only his weak powers, passivity and refusal to feed on people but mostly because of his sensitivity (a real double edged weapon), he being a kind of romantic philosopher in search of answers. Louis at the beginning of the book feels superior to his maker, he experiences vampirism as if it was the greatest experience he has ever had and the greatest adventure of his life, his 'vampire eyes' are for him to admire the beauty around him in his endless search of arts, aesthetics and human nature. Actually Louis believes that it is lestat and his rude, ignorant attitude to be the real peculiarity among vampires and that outside new orleans he could find many members of his species who share his love for knowledge and his sensitivity (even claudia, although she has many traits in common with Louis, cannot understand the motivation for his behavior and pain). But Lestat was right, many vampires are cruel solitary predators that don't need Louis and his reverence for books/art/moral principles, killing is basically their only belief. Louis, although at the beginning of the story could not know it, has always been the exception among his species, armand himself in iwtv affirms that he doesnt understand Louis, is a mistery to him. Lestat in tvl says that Louis is the most interesting, particular vampire he has ever met (even more than marius! and anne rice said that lestat is the person who understands Louis and his love for humanity the most) . So Louis had to implement a change to survive during and after the events of Paris and to the modern era. His feeling of spasmodic longing for human life had waned a lot, allowing him to find some semblance of stability and protection for his inner world. He becomes armand's reflection at the end of the novel, even colder and more dissociated than armand

[buddietommys]

"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

"Are we even soulmates in this one?"

[lavernius]

Redesigned my Donut yet again...

[oifaaa]

I know it doesn’t really matter but I’m curious on whether u think Jason killed Felipe Garzonas or not. I could go either way tbh.

He did it and he'd do it again I've got evidence can you see the evidence no but trust me I have it

[beanghostprincess]

When you think about it the stage of Sanuso not standing each other was very short because when the strawhats entered the grand line they were already pretty clingy to each other. So imo they pretty much started enjoying each other's company after the Arlong park arc

Yeah!!! I mean. I believe Sanji and Usopp didn't like each other at all at first because. Well. It's for obvious reasons. They might have similar experiences with their insecurities and trauma and way of coping, but that's hidden deep, deep down and they don't find out about that bit and their strengths until later. Without that, they're extremely different. Like, extremely.

And if the first thing a waiter in a restaurant does is flirt with the girl and treat all the others like shit, well, of course Usopp isn't going to like him. And if Sanji is trying to be polite and flirty to a gorgeous girl but some guy gets in between, of course he's not going to like Usopp. It's sort of that their personalities do not match at all at first, but then they see how they truly are and they start to get along.

The thing is-- They don't ever leave that dynamic fully, and I adore that. Despite getting along and being protective of each other, Sanji and Usopp still argue a lot over the stupidest things and they keep yelling at each other for stuff that doesn't matter because they're both morons and stubborn and I swear we don't talk enough about them constantly getting irritated by the other's shenanigans while also sacrificing their life for each other constantly. It makes their relationship so human, realistic, and genuine... It's one of the things I adore the most about this ship!

[therealsirsticker]

man laios is like soooo asexual. just overflowing with the vibes. If you get it you get it if you don't you will stay off my post like a polite person

[waning-wings]

urghh.

considering making a carrd instead of a pinned bc its easier to format. vs my unreasonable hatred of carrds

[lightbulb-warning]

so has anyone figured out WHY there is the Need To Share our Artworks™ or is it just the vibes and our Soul apparently

[comfortstars]

i can't believe there's people that don't like seeing other people's art of their oc's. like they've made up some guy and made them REAL and are showing them to you!! for free!!! and you can tell the passion and fun the artist had while drawing them!!! how can you not love that!!

[jacksprostate]

Bob in female fight club au. Thoughts

Probably named Marge

Rather than doing a direct inversion (ie making the character the exact opposite, much tits -> no tits, etc) I think sort of an analogue would work better riffing off the motherly role Bob has, in combination with the group being for uterine cancer/ovarian cancer

The women come together, and they cry, cry, cry, over lost husbands, who left them because they got cancer, because overwhelmingly, men leave if their wife gets cancer, over lost relationships with children, who stayed but resent them, over lost Motherhood, that thing you were told was your worth but now you are told you're shit. Remaining Women Together. Despite. Despite despite despite.

What is it, about purposes. Want to see misery, see women fed their own physical oppression as lost salvation.

Marge, whatever her name is, her husband divorced her, left her with the kids and medical bills stacked as high as she is tall. She is thankful she still has her kids, it makes her feel like she's still worth something. She's had to try and get back into the workforce. No one wants to hire dear former stay at home mother Marge. She shows you her kids in her wallet in her purse and there are no pictures of her. There's a picture of her old husband, which she keeps to show her kids if they ask. They're old enough to go to school now, which is good, because it gives her more time to work. Life is hard, but she's doing her best.

Marge, who is on hormone therapy so she doesn't get those "side effects" she's heard about from other total hysterectomy patients, the future of early dementia and degeneration and horror. Who does pelvic floor exercises in hopes it will minimise the fallout of the surgery. Who carefully rips every hair out of her upper lip and chin because even if it would be normal for a woman, a woman whose gone through menopause, a woman at all — she knows, it's probably the estrogen tipping back over into testosterone, and she can't handle any more losses. She compensates. They all do.

The support group is her Me Time. It is the single hour plus half hour commute she can afford once a week for herself. So she gets here, and she cries, cries, cries, and the others cry with her, all over how their lives have fallen apart since they got ovarian cancer, got breast cancer, and their lives derailed because they can't be proper women anymore.

They cry in their waterproof makeup. Another product to promise womanhood. Identify yourself via consumption. Identify yourself by covering yourself up.

And when she finds fight club. When she finds something that says, jesus fuck. You are more than your children. You are more than your ability to have kids. You aren't a failed woman, that's a sack of shit you've been sold wholesale. When she finds something that promises her she will grow, achieve personhood, not because she was the ultimate martyr mother, not because she played the game of human or woman, but because it promises a freedom from all that, identification and repulsion of such sickening chains. When she stops worrying about her slightly deepened voice, and works to keep her dose even keel for her health, to avoid the toxic highs of accidentally juicing, rather than the lesser effects of a black lip hair or two. When she has a photo, not of herself in her wallet, but of the things she makes with other women from fight club, of the one view of the sunset from that one parking lot that she always thought was wonderful, when she has things in her wallet for her and her enjoyment. When she has corded muscle and a built up spine, when she sits her kids down and explains why they only see dad one weekend every other month, all the fun holidays, because dad decided staying with her through cancer was too hard even when she stayed with him through four lost jobs pissed away in alcohol and lottery tickets.

And Marge, who gets shot by the police on a regulation chill-and-drill assignment for Project Mayhem. Whose obituary in the newspaper talks about the children she left behind, how she battled cancer and kept caring for them, how she was such a strong mother, whose kids would now be shipped off to their grieving father who is so, so brave and stunning for standing up and taking care of the kids he made and dropped as soon as his live-in servant had a few issues. Her name is Marge Paulson, and she was forty-eight years old. She was a person. She will be remembered in the annals of Project Mayhem, lest what little there was of her be stolen from the world. She was killed by Project Mayhem, but they're the only ones who will remember Marge Paulson.

[sporesgalaxy]

The tyrant op scrangle mentions is the self proclaimed king of the world?

ooh hehe I like the idea that Onepieceworld Scrangle knows about a huge reveal like that!! I will keep chewing on this, thank you!!!!

for tonight I tried really hard to build on this or any op!Scrangle ideas and just never got anywhere...brain's crusty..... here's my surviving doodles from while I brainstormed 😔