#shackled by capital

[kitelovr113]

he would love competitive debate

[akkivee]

getting that itch to draw something ik i’m not skilled enough for lmao

[damn-the-dark]

I have to drag myself back online Markiplier just made another smash or pass pokemon video and has now proudly said smash to the furriest of fakemon ever - I will stand to answer the call uwu

[f4ggydog]

SPOILERS FOR THE SUBSTANCE:

I think the most interesting and even ironic thing about the substance is the fact that in the ending when elizabeth sparkle is nothing more than a pile of bloody body parts and organs, when she only moves or walks via her head, when she goes through all that agony just to lay on top of the star…it looks like the most content or at peace she’s been throughout this whole movie

[vykodlak]

I love it when I see people producing some of the most drop dead gorgeous and unique art pieces I've ever seen in my life and they're churning those puppies out like they're being paid in hundred dollar bills by the brushstroke but all of the art is of some pairing between two ugly old men from some obscure media property that maybe 10 people in the world care about. And they make sure to really get the ugly & old part down right. Godspeed

[theshadowrealmitself]

I am playing this game so incorrectly I just know it

I’m halfway through summer and I barely got a barn, I have bought nothing else from Robin (like it’s literally being built rn)

I don’t know how to get syrup from trees (I know one of the characters keeps mentioning a “tapper” or whatever but I have no idea where to get that)

So many characters don’t have any hearts (but Shane somehow has 6?? This dude is so easy to befriend??)

And I only just found out that you’re allowed to just walk into people’s homes (was waiting for an invite)

My character is perpetually broke and other characters keep coming to me with their money/job woes and I feel like I’m supposed to fix that but like how???

And I wanna go into in the sewers so badly but I forgot who they said had the key now I gotta look stuff up 😭 also gotta figure out what’s up with buying hats from that mouse (got the letter, haven’t found the mouse)

Also!!! I missed the dance!!! Cause I couldn’t figure out where tf it was in time!!!!

Those fuckers were also not grateful enough for my silver grade red pepper in their soup thing in the luau. that was a solid pepper. Shane would’ve loved that. Assholes.

[gil-notskajla]

I need destiny 2 to be freed from shackles of capitalism

[daincrediblegg]

Everyone clap I did a whole resume and cover letter even though my ass is constantly dying of heat stroke and applying for a job/internship is the last thing I want to do after my college strife

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Just Saw Across the Spiderverse...

My takeaway:

THAT'S MY SPIDERMAN!

...Wait-wait-wait. No-no-no. You don't license and market an anti-capitalist punk. A image subject to copyright? That's just not cricket.

THAT'S MY SPIDERMAN!

No copyright, all public domain! And here's just the spider part!

Go on! Take! Take! Or make your own!

[bnesszai]

*gasps at the sudden realization*

I can finally go through my ask box!

[kanmom51]

Haegeum Agust D

Endless influx of information prohibits freedom of imagination, and seeks conformity of thought All these painful noises blind you, and Now it even infringes on freedom of thought All the controversy incessantly Triggers confusion in judgment uh Really, what is it exactly that’s been restricting us? Maybe we do it to ourselves Slaves to capitalism, slaves to money Slaves to hatred and prejudice Slaves to YouTube, slaves to flexin’ Selfishness and greed have gone off the rails I close my eyes and it's easy, it’s all so obvious Opinions clearly split depending on what's to gain Everyone's been blinded by envy and jealousy Without realizing that they're putting shackles on each other

THAT !!

Go stream!!!

[gemkun]

good morning @ruinlost just changed the trajectory of my life by revealing that dr ratio doesn’t use chalk but a stylus that emits light

[voidcodex]

━ ▮ 𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. @certifiably-i

In the beginning, the Cosmos burgeoned off Chaos’s carcass.

The first embers of light metastasized into constellations, corroding his lungs as an augury of life; slivers of flesh necrose into nebulae; vessels ruptured into countless new worlds; different refractions of time cohering into infinity. Unlike its denouement, the violence preceding its existence permeated every inch of oblivion. By the seventh day, the universe had come to be.

Everything following Genesis is a prologue to the Apocalypse.

COORDINATES.

R1  -2586.45, 0.0487, 1.00

The revelation of a decaying Earth dawned on Jaeyeon once Olympus' center shifted from atomic manipulation to the exploration of realms beyond.  After decades of accelerating towards the world's end, they concluded that delving through the confines of time and space in search of a new host had become a matter of time. The organization had expanded its network with REAL, an institution specializing in augmented reality and transhumanism, to construct an interdimensional reconnaissance project searching for nexuses interspersed across the universe. 

Jaeyeon´s voyages beyond reality can be dissected in thirds. 

Vivid opioid induced visions forced his soul to detach itself from his body. Half of him aloft, half of him lying unresponsive on a lab table before the world fades to specs of light vibrating similarly to film negatives in a darkroom. Once he reaches out to one of these, a shock of electricity drags him back to reality.

Realms interconnected in a monstrous necropolis with no seeming end or beginning, referred to as Babel. The further he descends through its passage, the more he feels different realities converging,  the more he feels he is not alone. 

A force beckoning him to the edge of the Abyss, navigating through the vastness of oblivion, a horrifying realization seeps through his own consciousness; somewhere beyond the veil, something is stirring. When they tear him open the next morning, they find his bloodstream corroded by a dense,, dark substance.

None were reported, all stored in a spheric artifact serving as a map once his consciousness started deteriorating.

COORDINATES.

R1  -2586.45, 0.0487, 1.00

ATLAS Expedition manifests as the fourth. Despite the qualms from Project AION´s scientists due to a lack of stability in wormhole creation, REAL had assured it would cause a strong gravitational pull forcing him to orbit their own craft regardless of his position.  The initial phase of the expedition had consisted in temporarily tethering himself to an unknown being at REAL´s, a presence vast enough to remain omniscient throughout his enclosure. The second phase consisted in parting the constraints of reality and transcending his corporeal form to navigate through the universe, the weight of his tether only enough to prevent him from being swallowed by the current When he returns to the spacecraft, he sends his coordinates to the station and logs his most relevant findings (those he deems safe, those which might prolong the expedition, an incomplete codex), the rest are left for his own records. 

From the cosmos’s eternity, the jeremiad tearing through Earth is nothing. The gods cannot reach him. Does he have to return?

COORDINATES.

R1 460, 0.0983, 1

A war torn Eden, beasts rotten by solipsism clawing through the same Earth that bore them. Eons, decimated in a matter of centuries. Before infinity, he hears the asterisms suffocating his lungs whisper “Come home”. When he attempts to tear through the Cartesian plane of existence, the third phase arrives as a violent vibration splitting through the spacecraft. In a matter of seconds, the quietude of outer space descends into a turmoil of blaring alarms and red emergency lights. The wormhole had grown into a vortex, crushing the ship with a loud metallic thud. The gravitational pull, had grown into a puncturing force splintering every bone in his body. At the border of consciousness, he latches onto one of the main deck´s valves and braces himself, all else ceases after impact.

In the darkness, a sound more unsettling than the quietude proceeding havoc draws him back to reality: a breath. His eyes pry open to watch a blur outlined by the red glimmer of power surging life back into the system solidify into a silhouette. Disoriented, he pulls himself further from the latter and stares until he properly registers the figure as a "person" until the jarring pressure is encompassed into one being. The space surrounding them is intact, ported into an unknown location.

Who are you? Irrelevant. "What are you?" Implicit. The words drag past his lips with caution as he a couple of metal particles begin to form between his fingers. His gaze drifts to the motherboard, a new set of coordinates is automated.

R2, 460, 98, 1.00, 2

"Crashed, as far as you know, what´d they sent you out for?"

[fresh-lemmanade]

i love rolling the dice and opening tumblr at work. who knows, i could see a funny picture of a dog or i could see trans lesbians fucking, who's to say

[acespaceacepilot]

i finished my paperwork and i am free to write fanfiction again

[choccy-sippy]

now that my work has slowed down and starting to become less hectic I'll try to be more interactive with everyone in the fandom haha