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[gloomydisco]

These are some initial drawings of Hessonite for my SU!fiddauthor au. This is probably as close as I’ll ever get to making a human Bill design. Idk if people are interested in context, so I’m just kind of throwing these out into the ether.

Initial post here

[shittyutmv]

-3 to stealth. all of them nightmare by jokublog cross by jakei95 horror by sour apple studios killer by rahafwabas dust by ask-dusttale

[unknownartiste]

day 24: expedition

[kickstheclown]

This took forever and I hate it and I had homework i was supposed to do but I did this instead

[tommykinard6]

What the hell is happening to my dashboard? 😭

Like the hell did I just see a gate keeping post for?

Apparently, according to the great gods of 9-1-1, because I love Tevan, I’m not allowed to talk about Eddie Diaz.

Never mind that I’ve loved that man since long before a lot of fans came in the game.

But because I love the “white boys” (real quote), I can’t love Eddie Diaz.

Get off your fucking high horse.

EDDIE DIAZ

There, did you combust? Didn’t think so.

I could go mean, y’all. I’m honestly holding myself back so much.

[babylon-crashing]

a pretty piece of flesh please

This is a scene from Federico Garcia Lorca’s 1933 surreal drama, Bodas de sangre (Blood Wedding). Set in rural Spain, the story concerns a doomed love triangle swirling around the nameless Bride, Groom and Leonardo Felix, who once was in love with the Bride but is now married to another. Driving the tragedy is the Groom’s bitter Mother, who has lost her husband and older son to an ancient feud with the Felix family. It is during the wedding itself that the Bride unexpectedly flees with Leonardo, leaving the Groom with no choice but to follow them. The two men kill each other and the rest of the play deals with the fallout for all the female characters.

Lorca loved his psychedelic Romanticism and this play does not disappoint. During the chase scene all manner of bizarreness happens, from a trio of otherworldly lumberjacks to the Moon making a walk-on appearance.

Perhaps the strangest, though, is Death herself, who takes the appearance of a curvaceous pauper; except for some stage directions, however, she is only referred to as the “Beggar Woman.” As the scene opens, two young women sit, spinning wool, while the Little Girl (who turns up in the play whenever a comedic line is needed) runs about being sassy. Soon Death shows up and asks, Yon bèl moso vyann, tanpri. [A pretty piece of flesh, please.]

LITTLE GIRL. Ale ale! [Go away!] BEGGAR WOMAN. Poukisa? [Why?] LITTLE GIRL. Paske w ap plenyen: ale. [Because you’re whining: go away.] BEGGAR WOMAN. Mwen te kapab mande pou je ou! Yon bann zwazo swiv mwen: ou vle youn? [I could ask for your eyes! A flock of birds is following me: do you want one?] LITTLE GIRL. Mwen vle ale lwen ou! [I want to get away from you!] YOUNG WOMAN I. [To the Beggar Woman.] Pa koute l! [Don’t listen to her!] YOUNG WOMAN II. Eske ou soti nan rivyè a? [Are you from the river?] BEGGAR WOMAN. Se konsa mwen te vini. [That’s how I got here.] YOUNG WOMAN I. [Timidly.] Èske mwen ka poze w yon kesyon? [Can I ask you a question?] BEGGAR WOMAN. Mwen te wè yo; yo pral byento la: de torrent lapè finalman ant gwo wòch yo, de gason nan pye chwal la. Mouri nan bote nan mitan lannwit lan. [Pauses.] Mouri, wi, mouri. [I saw them; they will be there soon: two river torrents at peace at last between the rocks, two men trampled between the horse’s feet. Dying in the beauty of the night. Dying, yes, dying.] LITTLE GIRL. Fèmen bouch, dam toutouni, fèmen bouch! [Shut up, naked lady, shut up!] BEGGAR WOMAN. Flè ranpli twou je yo, ak dan yo se de ti ponyen nèj difisil. Yo tou de tonbe, pandan lamarye a te rive, abiye ak cheve tache san. Anba dra san tache yo pral retounen, pote sou zepòl bèl ti gason. Se konsa, pa gen anyen ankò ka fè. Li jis. Tout sa ki rete yo se flè an lò sou sab sal. [Flowers fill their eye sockets, and their teeth are two handfuls of hard snow. They both fall, as the bride arrives, dressed in blood-stained hair. Under the blood-stained sheets they will return, carried on the shoulders of a handsome boy. So there is nothing more to be done. It is fair. All that remains are golden flowers on the dirty sand.][Vanishes.] YOUNG WOMAN I. Sal se sab la. [The sand is dirty.] YOUNG WOMAN II. Sou flè an lò. [On the golden flower.] LITTLE GIRL. Sou flè an lò a mò yo pote tounen soti nan kouran an. Brown se youn, mawon se lòt la. Ki rossinyol ki nan lonbraj vole ak fè jouda sou flè an lò! [Beneath the golden flower they carry them from the river. Dark-haired is one, dark-haired is the other. Let the shadow of the nightingale fly and call to the golden flower!]

[taubposting]

just finished house put me on suicide watch

[zombie-dance]

take this as you will

[paroroland]

he is blackmailing me that's why i stay with him

[t-800]

Mr. Bungle - Travolta / Quote Unquote [1991] — Directed by Kevin Kerslake

[liittlecrow]

sigh. i just want to make someone’s son rich. watch him count endless bills until he is physically r o l l i n g in money from selling my body & my holes to other depraved men.

just happily doing as im told… posing exactly how daddy encourages me to… in front of the camera that is constantly flashing & recording me from every angle possible… the line of strangers just continuing to grow larger & longer… all waiting for their turn to put some cash into daddy’s hand so that they can have their every which way with the cute little fleshlight… over & over & over again…. nothing but a piece of property, a mindless atm machine with a useless heartbeat, a set of 3 wet sloppy holes, designed only to pleasure & entertain men…. anything & everything they want is all completely theirs to take… because i’m not even a person anymore… no… i solely live & breathe to serve them… they will forever be superior….. god. what a lucky girl i am to have such a fulfilling purpose on this earth <3

[nerdyenby]

Limited Life ep 6 spoilers

This clip is killing me, Joel’s head is absolutely empty, the only thought knocking around in there is “Lizzie <3”

Transcript:

Jimmy: “… it seems pointless”

Lizzie, acting as Pearl: “do do do do do~”

Joel: “Hey Lizzie!! I think we just do it, Jim, I think we should do it”

Jimmy, correcting him: “Hey Pearl- hey Pearl!!” *snickering*

Joel: “I mean Lizzie- uh Pearl”

Jimmy: *bursts out laughing*

Joel: “Uh let’s go over here, let’s go over here, right.”

Jimmy: “Wait, I only have- oh yeah”

Joel: “Sorry Lizzie- I mean Pearl, we’re in the middle of something”

All of them: *absolutely losing it*

Joel: “Alright, let’s go to the birthday party”

[marietheran-archived]

If Jill Pole had taken a male character and complained "He's only interested in horse races and cars and flirting now" no one would bat an eye.

[unknownartiste]

day 27: road

[inlovewithacheerleader]

gay test

[cowboyinternist]

to be entirely honest this podcast would be so unenjoyable if it was 100% plot “relevancy” 100% of the time. literally half the appeal of this show is that it’s twilight zone slice of life.