#please wait for me [pray]

[sallymew4]

trickster...

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[suckerforfluff]

ppl: discussing about which players should be shuffled for balance/self indulgence

me, holding on to the current teams for dear life: NO PLEASE DON'T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME i want red team to get worse. i want green team, full of lone wolves and natural leaders, to keep arguing with each other while still getting shit done. i want blue team to keep being stubborn menaces with the most tragically wholesome and efficient farming subteam LET ME KEEP THEM A LITTLE LONGER PLEASE I BEG

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[loganswdc]

i don't even have words for today's trainwreck lol !!! i'm just at a loss this weekend and i need news about where logan is going soon because i don't think i can wait until winter break to know lol .

on another hand , logan seemed so mad on the radio after quali and he didn't apologize and i'm so proud of him for that !!!!! there's no need for him to apologize when he did what he could with the shit car he has . i'm so so proud of him :')

anyways , here's logan being cutie patootie because i'm so mad about today that i can't form any words other than screaming !!!

via logan_defender on twitter

[namtanlovesfilm]

progress of gmmtv 2023 series

aired:

midnight museum

a boss and a babe

double savage

umg

our skyy 2

loneliness society

enigma

home school

be my favorite

the jungle

hidden agenda

only friends

dangerous romance

wednesday club

faceless love

last twilight

cooking crush

find yourself

cherry magic

beauty newbie

23.5

the interest (love you to debt)

currently airing:

a love so beautiful

updated: 14/06/2024

[ariesvibe]

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[celibatefish]

I enjoy the band Ween featuring Gene and Dean Ween but great fish heavens there's bad language and it scares me every time, I have to jump up and hide the moment they begin to mutter a single inappropriate word.

[hussyknee]

*piercing whistle*

Extremely unfriendly reminder that this blog is against all genocides, colonizers and imperialists. That means supporting both Ukrainians and Palestinians

Tankies are as much genocide apologists as Zionists and their "Putin says Ukraine has Nazis in it so he gets to genocide them because war math" manifesto is the exact same one as "Netanyahu says Gaza has Hamas in it so genociding them is the good of all".

People who deny one country's genocides and their right to self-sovereignty DO NOT FUCKING CARE about Palestine's. They're Western clout chasers here to exploit the trauma of Muslims, Arabs and the Global South to push their own pet imperialist's agenda. They deny the genocides of not only Holodomor but also the Uyghurs and are apologists for North Korea. They call the revolts of the Global South against socialist and communist governments "colour revolutions". They promote divisive rhetoric that alienate and pit oppressed communities against each other and work against solidarity. The only difference between them and Zionists is that they live outside the sphere of influence of the imperialist power they align themselves with.

THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT HARMLESS. A lot of you slept on Zionists until now, and we suffer for it. Do not let Tankies do the same.

Do not boost their blogs.

Do not give them platform.

Do not let them co-opt the grief of colonized to weaponize against other colonized people.

Check who you reblog from where possible and give each other heads-up if we miss them.

Our humanity CANNOT stop with our skin colour. We CANNOT liberate ourselves by contributing to the oppression of other people. By the same token that you guard against antisemitic rhetoric, PLEASE, guard against rhetoric that harms all oppressed people.

Wishing both Zionists and Tankies a very explode in an air strike like the children whose lives are so cheap to you. Both Ukraine and Palestine will be free.

[wimbledonstrawberry]

cinci could be giving me my holgitos match and I'm so fucking excited I've been WAITING for this

[thebirdandhersong]

it's happened it's over it's done

[liketaylorswift]

Another dream about a positive pregnancy test… please let it be true

[lottieshauna]

good evening

[pardonmydelays]

guys. i am going to reblog a lot of posts now.

[fetabathwater]

i cant believe my queue finally ran out.

[enter-the-phantom]

I’d like to dedicate my Weird Al orchestra seats to all my supporters out there and also to my accordion.

Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go have a full-on mental breakdown

[camellcat]

it's suddenly hit me with a startling and distressing clarity that one day I will be able to type out "whouffaldi" without even relying on the tags to do it for me