#rotten lemon

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200 x 200 ; aliengender ; circle DAY 2 ; ALIENS / ROBOTS for the #pridewishes2000 edit challenge!

[fountainpenguin]

@nalooksthrough - LSDKJFSKLDJFS, I'm glad I'm not the only one who had the cursed "Dale-Mark jealousy over injuries" thought 😂 Toxic Lemon Duo, my disaster beloved...

Is anyone at Dimmsdale High okay actually

Alt Dale-Mark Dynamic:

Same hat.

Sidenote: It's funny how Dale looks 10 times more like Dale once you add his tired eye underlines sdflkhj

[mullet-mumbles]

Every few years I stumble upon yet another brooding but soft on the inside and himbo yapper male duo to hyper fixate on (must not be blood related)

[zwampp]

Rip to my spotify wrapped...😕

[chantillyxlacey]

Tomorrow it will be 10 years exactly since dad died

What do you even do with that

[beperoncin]

im gonna fuckinh screa

[kittzuxp]

my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my house is rottin my hous

[ilargizuri]

I have a writers block because some people make fun of me in RL

Honestly my 3 in 1 Theory is done and all I have to do is translate and upload it. But recently I got some backlash not only because I believe in this Theory of mine, but also because I believe that Jon Snow isn't dead.

Many people in Real life belittle me for my thoughts and believes. And I constantly hear the Words "Nothing in the text Supports that." "Oh you never read the books, you are stupid, that could never happen" And that really kills the Joy of anything. Esspecially when you read the books, maybe not a thousand Times like others.

Just being passionate about something, just sharing what i know and think and how i came to my ideas. And than constantly hearing that i am wrong and made fun of it. That is hard and kills a lot of fun and joy.

Online it is easier, here I have some Distance, i am not as involved emotionally and it doesn't hurt as much, as with people who I know personally.

And than the fact that I know that the Texts does suggest that Jon died like Robb and will return like Coldhands as a Wight with a Consciousness, that doesn't make it easier. Because I also know that the Text suggests that Bran will be the next Tree God and most likely will never ever come out of this tree ever again. All these hints that suggest that Rikkon indeed will End up alone as the last stark, just because he was the youngest of the siblings, similar to Benjyn, who just survived because he was the youngest. Seriously that makes me sad.

I know I am to dramatic, but sometimes thats me.

But knowing that Jon most likely will come Back as a Version of Coldhands and neither Arya nor Sansa will see him again alive, that is sad. And GRRM did say it will become a lot worse before it gets better. I would really like to see Arya to reunite with Jon, a changed Person, but alive, not a Zombie. I would like for Sansa to have a Chance to have a Real Relationship with Jon, not a romantic relationship, just any relationship. I would like for Rikkon to have a big brother who is still with him and can tell him about Robb. Because lets be honest, Thron will most likely die in Stannis's Camp somehow.

So if someone has either a Theory how Jon survives without ressurection or anything that hints towards anything good for the Starks, I would like to hear it. Because atm it looks like Sansa will die, either when she flees to the Wall or shortly after she arrives there, Jon will be ressurcted only to be the next eternal servant to Brans 3-eyed-crow, Arya will End up as a emotional and traumatized Wrack, Rikkon will be put into the Position of Winterfell and everyone will try to use and abuse him.

So I really need some positive energy to read, because atm I am at the point were I would ask GRRM to just burn the whole World of Westeros, because seriously I don't see the point that people try to fight for the effort to make that Wesþeros-world a better place, when the whole Worĺds seriously is not interested in that and just kills you for it.

[cyber-neptune]

Tw : expired food/rotten food

“Omg bayverse bumblebee looks so cool and pretty!!”

Bayverse bumblebee :

[lsdq]

[swagging-back-to]

i will never apologize bc cast irons are GENUINELY FUCKING DISGUSTING. yall are fucking GROSS

"oh nonmnonono dont use soap dont wash it dont wash it omg dont literally get the bacteria off you have to leave it on for flavor"

do you hear yourself. you are so gross. i am forever judging you. all of you. fucking NASTY.

[fountainpenguin]

I think the funniest possible direction for post-Season 1 Dale is "Clocks something sus, develops a hero complex towards his abuser, and makes time for her while still ignoring his son."

City Lights AU is a cursed reality where the reason Dev didn't know Vicky abused his dad is because Dale refuses to accept that his ex-BFF is a terrible person. I can make them worse... I will make them worse.

[tenrose]

The "when life gives you lemons" discourse is the best and and yet funniest analogy of how capitalism works I've ever heard.

[lil-miss-independent-lee]

I HAVE SUCH A RANT ABOUT KOALAS?!!!! GOD FUCKIN DAMMIT!!

[creepyclothdoll]

The Devil's Wheel

The Devil’s Wheel

“If you say yes,” said the Devil, “a single man, somewhere in the world, will be killed on the spot. But three million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, missus.”

“What’s the catch?” You squint at him suspiciously over the red-and-black striped carnival booth. You’re smarter than he thinks you are– a devil deal always has a catch, and you’re determined to catch him before he catches you. 

“Well, the catch is that you’ll know you did it. And I’ll know, too. And the big man upstairs’ll know, I ‘spose. But what’s the chariot of salvation without a little sin to grease the wheels? You can repent from your mansion balcony, looking out at your waterfront views, sipping a bellini in your eighties. But hey, it’s up to you– take my deal or leave it.”

The Devil lights a cigar without a match, taking an inhale, and blowing out a cloud of deep, sweet-smelling tobacco laced faintly with something that reminds you of rotten eggs. If he does have horns, they’re hidden under his lemon yellow carnival barker hat. He wears a clean pinstripe suit and a red bowtie. No cloven hooves, no big pointy fork, but you know he’s the Devil without having to be told. Though he did introduce himself.

He’s been perfectly polite. 

You know you need the money. He knows it too, or he wouldn’t have brought you here, to this strange dark room, whisking you away from your new house in the suburbs as fast as a wish. Now you’re in some sort of warehouse, where all the windows seem to be blacked out– or, maybe, they simply look out into pitch darkness, though it is the middle of the day. A single white spotlight shines down on the two of you. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you say. “I bet the man is someone I know, right? My husband?”

“Could be,” the Devil says with a pointed grin. “That’s for the wheel to decide.”

He steps back and raises his black-gloved hand as the tarp flies off of the large veiled object behind him. The light of the carnival wheel nearly blinds you. Blinking lights line the sides. Jingling music blares over speakers you can’t see. The flickering sign above it reads:

THE DEVIL’S WHEEL

“Step right up and claim your fortune,” the Devil barks. “Spin the wheel and pay the price! Or leave now, and a man keeps his life.”

You examine the wheel. 

The gambling addict

The doting boyfriend

The escaped convict

The dog dad

The secretive sadist

“These are all the possible men I can kill?” You ask, thumbing the side of the wheel. It rolls smoothly in your hand. Then you quickly stop, realizing that this might constitute a spin under the Devil’s rules. He flashes a smile at you, watching you halt its motion. 

“Addicts, convicts, murderers– plenty of terrible options for you to land on, missus!”

“Serial wife murderer?”

“Now who would miss a fellow like that? I can guarantee that the whole world would be better off without him in it, and that’s a fact.”

The hard worker

The compulsive liar

The animal torturer

The widower

The desperate businessman

The failed musician

The beloved son

“My husband is on here too,” you say. 

“Your husband Dave, yes. The wheel has to be fair, otherwise there’s simply no stakes.”

“I know what’s gonna happen,” you say, crossing your arms. “This wheel is rigged. I’m gonna spin it around, and it’ll go through all the killers and stuff, and then it’s gonna land on my husband no matter what.”

“Why, I would never disgrace the wheel that way,” the Devil says, wounded. “I swear on my own mother’s grave– may she never escape it. In fact, take one free spin, just to test it out! This one’s on me, no death, no dollars.”

You cautiously reach up to the top of the wheel and feel its heaviness in your hand. The weight of hundreds of lives. But also, millions of dollars. You pull the wheel down and let it go.

Clackity-clackity-clackity-clackity

Round and round it goes. 

The college graduate

The hockey fan

The Eagle Scout

The cold older brother

The charming younger brother

The two-faced middle child

The perfectionist

The slob 

Your husband Dave

Clackity-clackity-clackity.

Finally, the wheel lands on a name. A title, really.

The photographer

“Hmm, tough, missus, but that’s the way of the wheel. But hey, look! Your husband is allllll the way over here,” he points with his cane to the very bottom of the wheel, all the way on the other side from where the arrow landed. “As you can see, it’s not rigged. The wheel truly is random.”

“So… there really isn’t another catch?” You ask. 

“Isn’t it enough for you to end a man’s life? You need a steeper price? If you’re really such a glutton for punishment, I’ll gladly re-negotiate the terms.”

“No, no… wait.” You examine the wheel, glancing between it and the Devil.

You really could use that three million dollars. Newly married, new house, you and your husband’s combined debt– those student loans really follow you around. He’s quite a bit older than you, and even he hasn’t paid them off yet, to the point where the whole time you were dating you watched him stress out about money. You had to have a small, budget wedding, and a small, budget honeymoon. Three million dollars could be big for the two of you. You could re-do your honeymoon and go somewhere nice, like Hawaii, instead of just taking two weeks in Atlantic City. You deserve it. 

Even so, do you really want to kill an innocent photographer? Or an innocent seasonal allergy sufferer? Or an innocent blogger? Just because you don’t know or love these people doesn’t mean that someone doesn’t. 

The cancer survivor

The bereaved

The applicant

Some of these were so vague. They could be anyone, honestly. Your neighbors, your father, your friends…

The newlywed

The ex-gifted kid

The uncle

The Badgers fan

“My husband is a Badgers fan,” you say.

“How lovely,” the Devil says. 

Then it hits you.

Of course.

The weightlifter.

The careful driver.

The manager.

The claustrophobe.

Your husband Dave lifts weights at the gym twice a month. You wouldn’t call him a pro, but he does it. He also drives like he’s got a bowl of hot soup in his lap all the time, because he’s afraid of being pulled over. He just got promoted to management at his company, and he takes the stairs to his seventh-story office because he hates how small and cramped the elevator is.

“I get your game,” you announce. “You thought you could get me, but I figured you out, jackass!” “Oh really? What is my game, pray tell?” The Devil responds, leaning against his cane.

“All these different titles– they’re all just different ways to describe the same guy. My husband isn’t one notch on the wheel, he’s every notch. No matter what I land on, Dave dies. I’m wise to your tricks!” 

The Devil cackles. 

“You’re a clever one, that’s for sure. I thought you’d never figure it out.”

“Thanks but no thanks, man,” you say with a triumphant smirk. “I’m no rube. No deal. Take me back home.”

“As you wish, missus,” the Devil says. He snaps his fingers, and you’re gone, back to your brand-new house with your new husband. “Don’t say I never tried to help anyone.”

[helmetkeeper]

shakespeare (something rotten musical) moodboard!!

this moodboard has 2 total pictures. both have colored backgrounds. one picture has a multi-colored background, and the other has a simple black background.

the multi-colored background is on the left, and the black background is on the right: