#seared abled

[artcallednaturalviews]

It’s all glorified news

From the um wich ah wah and a this fray and this sway

And ah hhhhhaaaaaaa

The real calamity strike clarity

Is the face fact

The truth with the pictures of strikes

Croak a pot

In beef

The stipends

Are ore our best favorite

Is Money

The red ask for funds

When do t & h

Just stop

Love everything and ones surrounding a globe

It’s Valetines

A Saints day

As a Trump neck lookalike

S-aints Day

Hear a cheer for the

Well Gothic

Burn the

Bury the

In circles

What do they do

From red glow flame light up

Add the herbs

The international investigation ingredients

Foam Plastic add to old bones

Puffed up lips you just look swollen

Seared the roast

To hold flavor for this

But not that

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

HELP! Robin’s eyes shot open as his breath suddenly caught in his throat, causing him to choke violently. He knew what a panic attack felt like, but this wasn’t it-.. it felt as though someone had thrust him into an ice-cold bath and forcibly held his head beneath the surface until he was forced to inhale, his limbs too tired to claw himself free of his invisible assailant. … [Levi gasped and spluttered as Robin grabbed a hold of his waist and yanked him above the surface, his frantic flailing threatening to sink them both if he didn’t calm down] Robin: It’s okay, I’ve got you! [Robin fought to control his own breathing as Levi gasped and heaved beside him, coughing up lungfuls of pool water between shuddering breaths] Robin: Are you alright? [Levi shook his head, covering his face with shame as he began to sob] Robin: C’mon, the office can call your paren-… Levi: [hoarsely] NO! [Robin paused as Levi struggled to catch his breath] Levi: I d-don’t want them to k-know! Robin: Okay, uh-… Jude: Hey! Why’d you run off like that? Juniper: Oh-.. what happened?! [Robin faltered as he looked up at his cousin, unsure how to explain his sudden departure] Robin: Can you ask the office to call mom n’ dad? Just tell ‘em I freaked out or something, they’ll come get me. Juniper: Okay-.. let’s go! [Jude barely got a word out before Juniper dragged him toward the hall, leaving Jacob scratching his head] Jacob: Shouldn’t we be calling his parents? [Robin shrugged loosely and avoided Jacob’s gaze, not wanting to discuss the fact that their classmate was frightened of his parents’ apathy, rage, or both]

[rustchild]

one of the wild things about people’s stubborn insistence on misunderstanding The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas is that the narrator anticipates an audience that won’t engage with the text, just in the opposite direction. Throughout the story are little asides asking what the reader is willing to believe in. Can you believe in a utopia? What if I told you this? What about this? Can you believe in the festivals? The towers by the sea? Can we believe that they have no king? Can we believe that they are joyful? Does your utopia have technology, luxury, sex, temples, drugs? The story is consulting you as it’s being told, framed as a dialogue. It literally asks you directly: do you only believe joy is possible with suffering? And, implicitly, why?

the question isn’t just “what would you personally do about the kid.” It isn’t just an intricate trolley problem. It’s an interrogation of the limits of imagination. How do we make suffering compulsory? Why? What futures (or pasts) are we capable of imagining? How do we rationalize suffering as necessary? And so on. In all of the conversations I’ve seen or had about this story, no one has mentioned the fact that it’s actively breaking the fourth wall. The narrator is building a world in front of your eyes and challenging you to participate. “I would free the kid” and then what? What does the Omelas you’ve constructed look like, and why? And what does that say about the worlds you’re building in real life?

[iiscpr]

lemon yellow sun/ arms raised in a v

[biologyologyy]

CHAT❓

[spearxwind]

i'm an it/its pronouns user myself so when i thought i remembered you going "adri is he/it" i was like well it doesnt seem like anyone else has used those for it yet so i will >:) need more things with an it as a protagonist (off the top of my head i know of like one very short series)

YESSSS youre literally so valid genuinely

I usually just use he for it because of habit, but also bc it sells the illusion as well :) Even despite pronouns and appearance Adri is 100% genderless (its a Thing, and also not even alive) so using 'he' when referring to it is basically 100% what it wants you to do

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

you ever just create a idea that’s so nonsensical that you can never write it but you still think about it almost dailh

[supercantaloupe]

tjs pre prepped veggie kits are a game changer

[uncanny-tranny]

No question. I am informing you that your musings on doing things "half assed" are VERY limited in scope and applicability, especially in the context of interpersonal relationships. Turning comments off will not save poorly thought work from criticism, please think harder before you hit post.

So, reading this came across (to me) as either bad faith or projection, so I looked for entirely too long to try finding this post, but... no, I think this is projection.

I appreciate that not every post of mine is applicable to every situation, but this really comes across as needlessly antagonistic. My comments are unavailable to anybody who is either a brand-new follower or hasn't followed me - they are not 'turned off' unless you are either of these two.

[bludsfinest]

you know why i just fucking love paper girls so much? it’s because you spend your entire time reading this comic and you’re constantly reminded that there’s no way to change their ending. the girls will eventually go their separate ways and never be anything more than that weird little group they formed during hell day just to ward off the creeps. “your end is your end” and all that shit

yet still, at the very end, when you know that the story is over and that they’re about to all go on with their lives without each other, you’re still hoping that maybe, just maybe, things will turn differently after all. fuck all of those times we were told otherwise, these girls have gone through hell and back together, why wouldn’t they be able to defy destiny?

and you know what? they fucking do

the whole universe be damned, those girls will be friends and they will be important to each other because they’re not just girls they’re paper fucking girls and maybe it doesn’t make sense at all but maybe that doesn’t even matter and that’s fucking beautiful

[myundeadgayson]

mourning the loss of a fic as if i’ve lost one of my dearest friends. i’m not upset with the writer; we all have our reasons for leaving. i only hope that they know that their words will stay with me forever. sometimes, there are people that come into our life. it might only be for five seconds or a decade — regardless, you know that you’ve been irrevocably changed because of this moment in time. the moment is gone, but i only wish they knew how much i’ll cherish all those emotions that i felt. i hope they’re doing well.

[rexxdjarin]

also like in a lot of ways writing any of my fics is just a coping mechanism for me

they are all the romance and love I’ve never felt in real life.

Rex (at least it’s usually him I’m writing about) is the man I want but can and may never actually find.

Rex is the man I want to love someday.

And as much as writing him helps me feel better…lately it’s just been a reminder that he is something I do not have. Something I’ve never been able to have no matter how hard I’ve tried. And sometimes that is a sobering and hurtful reality for me.

And I guess that’s contributing to making it hard to write lately. Among the personal circumstances that have finally finally stopped plaguing me.

I’m sure this will pass. Sometimes I just have to sit in it until it goes away. But I really do wish that the person I write about, the love I can write about, could be real for me.

[here-2suffer]

Okay guys, happy MerMay! I'm still not done with chapter 4, but I am trying to finish it this month. Though for now, have chapter 3! @total-fandom-tr45h @kattramen I'll tag you here so you don't have to go searching. Without further ado, I present to you...

Fish Tales Chapter 3

The wind was howling, the skies were a dark gray. Heavy rain poured down and lightning struck, leaving the terrifying thunder to rumble as the winds grew stronger and stronger. Ships travelling the seas that were unfortunate enough to encounter this dreadful storm went down like a stone rolling down a steep hill, being torn apart by the unforgiving waves and spilling all its contents. 

The merpeople swam hurriedly to find and guide others to shelter, only hoping that their homes were strong enough to withstand such a storm. There was yelling, screaming, and panic everywhere. It was utter chaos.  

The children were rushed inside first, then the seniors and adults. The children’s cries were blocked by the deafening thunder. The adults tried their best to calm the children, some still out and looking for shelter.  

As you tried to gather all the children still scattered outside, the storm kept getting worse. Just when you thought you finally got all the children safe inside, you hear a scream outside. You whip your head back to see a child trapped under the wall of a broken house. 

The currents grow stronger, you have to act quick. As you dash towards the injured child, you feel a pit growing in your stomach as you realize that it might be too late for both of you to get into the shelter. 

The child crawls out from under the roof you lifted, and you instantly drop it and grab the child. You can feel yourself being swayed by the rapid currents as you dash through, as you try to make sure that at least the child gets there safely. You start to lose balance, you’re not going to make it, you’re not going to make it, you’re not going to make it.  

You muster up all the strength you can to push the child to the shelter. The last thing you see is the child being caught in someone’s arms, you hear voices yell your name as you’re swept away by the storm, drifting farther and farther from the only place you’ve ever known. 

There are shipwrecks nearby, some boats still getting shredded mercilessly as their contents spill out into the ocean. As the waves roughly rock you back and forth, a net comes flying at you and you end up getting tangled in it. You try to pull it off you, but with the rough waves combatting you, it only gets worse. It tears into your skin and tail, even cutting off and bending some fins, you can feel it cut into you like some of those sharp glass pieces that get dropped into the sea. 

Tears prick your eyes as the pain becomes almost unbearable, but you keep fighting. You fight for what seems to be an eternity, fighting until you can’t fight anymore. You let the currents carry you into calmer seas, the water around you mixes with your blood, your visions blurs.  

You swim around, trying to find somewhere to rest after the event. The net slowly peels off of you, revealing the scars from your struggle. You see something in the distance. A big shadow that looks like... 

A rock! 

You dart towards the shadow, hoping that there are other merpeople up there willing to help you. You try to call for help, crying out to the large shadow as your vision blurs even more, the corners of your vision fading into black.  

Though your cries seem to have gotten the attention of whoever was up there because they throw something off to the side, a rope splashes into the water. You grab onto the rope, and you feel yourself being pulled up. 

You’re finally safe. 

You can feel yourself getting unconscious, you can’t fight it anymore. You close your eyes and feel some arms grab you before you’re set down on a rough surface. You don’t think this is how rocks typically feel, but you can’t confirm or deny that as you quickly slip into unconsciousness. 

The last thing you hear are two voices filled with surprise and worry. 

[tailung]

havent watched the episode that supposedly addresses starscreams trauma yet but apparently mae catt wrote it and now im actively dreading completing this show 😭

[pancakepartyinthevoid]

in every poll ive seen the number of people who responded to the poll FAR outweighs the number of notes which, like, how do you expect people to find the poll you just took if you dont also reblog it?