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[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.

[taubposting]

just finished house put me on suicide watch

[zombie-dance]

take this as you will

[babylon-crashing]

CGI memories:

1995. Standing on dusty ol' Mazmanyan Street, in Gyumri, Armenia, in front of the gate that leads to the courtyard of my little hut that I called home. In the center of the courtyard is an old-fashion well, the only source of water for the whole neighborhood. Unfortunately the 1988 earthquake destroyed both the sewer and water systems so I had to boil my water first and not think too hard about what I was drinking. It's one of the reasons my diet consisted of vodka. Another was the old, mangy, three-legged mama dog that showed up at my door now and then. She wanted so badly to be loved, but like all animals in Gyumri, she was terrified of humans. I tried and tried to make friends, left food out for her, but she'd hobble off the moment I showed up, only to come back an hour or so later. When the first winter blizzard came it was an ice storm and I went out to look for her. I couldn't find her anywhere. When I woke up the next morning I found her frozen next to my door. That dog still haunts me to this day.

[paroroland]

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

[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”

[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.

[crownedinkcomix]

From sketch to completion!

[yourlocalbutch]

RIP to the homo[hobe in my dm's

im ddrunkt and don’t give a shit

[babylon-crashing]

Q: Have you ever wrote a poem, drew a painting, or recorded a song that almost (or has) brought you to tears any time you listen to it, read it, or see it?

“One in eight civilians killed or injured by landmines and unexploded ordnances is a child,” Save the Children (2023)

I’m not Armenian but I lived in the country as a Peace Corps volunteer and have been following the fighting in the Nagorno-Karabakh area, between Armenia and Azerbaijan, for years.

During those decades of war the Artsakh countryside - the hills and fields and mountains - have been littered with tens of thousands of landmines. According to NATO ACT’s current estimates, there are approximately 110 million live-ordnances still buried across nearly 70 countries worldwide. For reasons too complex to go into here the job of bomb disposal on the Armenian side fell to a group of volunteers, primarily teenage high school girls, who’d go out into the hills in their protective gear on the weekends and attempt to defuse any device that they could find.

The interviewer I heard this story from made it very clear this team was not trained by the military, they were primarily high schoolers who were, “learning as they went along,” doing this job because no one else would and there were fatalities among the volunteers.

I wrote this poem in 2007, 17-years before the Republic of Artsakh fell. My high school years were tumultuous but nothing like that. The horror that we make children shoulder. Now Artsakh is gone and the Armenian population has fled and I will never learn those volunteers’ names or their fates.

I titled the poem, "Trav'lin' Light," after a Billie Holiday song I use to croon. “No one to see/ I'm free as the breeze/ No one but me/ And my memories/ Some lucky night/ He may come back again/ So until then/ I'm travellin' light.” Bittersweet. as all love is, but dark. Dark and horrific. I’ve read this poem only once in public, at a Protest for Peace rally we were putting on in response to Iraq and the Surge. I got to the line, “stumbled on four,” and lost it. It’s a one-time only poem. I will never read it again.

Travel. Sudden lightning flash in daylight. A word others use. "So from today I'm trav'lin' light." As in atoms. The white flash of a device going off. My grime and bits settling down on your surprised face. You. Someone had to plant these ghastly boxes under this hill's skin. You surmised there are hundreds. Children have already stumbled on four. We. Travel with me here. I want you here when I mess up. Just once. Wave your hands. Call out my name. You can hear the light. Count the seconds. The short distance it takes to get to you. A blur. Crayon red. I rise up and all at once — I'm gone.