#so I am not that big on it

[yandere-sins]

Just out of curiosity, what if I chop immortal yandere into pieces and bury them in concrete? Can they be dissolved in acid mafia-style? Like, in terms of supernatural ability, how strong are we talking?

Honestly... I don't really always want to make the hypothetical characters I'm talking about into my own OCs with everything fleshed out and known. I'd much rather sometimes just blurt out silly ideas and everyone gets to have their imagination go wild on them.

So if you want them to not be strong enough to break out of the cement, and you win by defeating the evil that's fine. And if you want them to be supernatural enough that from their cut off finger, a body regrows and bursts the cement and they come back, that is okay too!

To me they can come back from just being a speck of dust in the wind. I just want them to be unbeatable, otherwise it's not fun.

[visenyaism]

i don’t know about you guys but the main reason i am still on tumblr in 2024 is BECAUSE it is the most cloutless least influential social media app out there and that is the experience i am after. absolutely none of this will ever translate into significant attention or real success in my life and that is so beautiful.

[lilislegacy]

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[peacevine]

You Are Not Immune To fanart of characters who die in canon that has them alive and well, with scars from the wound that originally killed them

[willgrahamscock]

hi guys. I have a sort of important announcement I have to make, and some of you might not even be surprised by this but my friends will be because this is where they're going to hear about it first. somehow this feels easier, to say it here. I want to be my authentic self which is really terrifying to me due to personal reasons. I don't feel fully ready to admit this even to myself but I think maybe this is a good start. you know. telling thousands of people on the internet instead of my close group of friends.

I'd like to start using she/her/he/him pronouns, skip right past they/them and go balls deep in he/him. anyways. not to be dramatic but i'm gonna throw up. please keep calling me miss cock though, in a he/him way. I don't know how to label my gender yet, but it's time I stop pretending i'm cis. hope that you guys can support me on this journey.

love, cock.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[shima-draws]

Drops this here and pretends like I'm not over a week late to @oprarepairweek 😳

Day 4 is clothing swap!! You can't tell me that Law would NOT lose his mind fanboying if he ever got to wear the Germa 66 raid suit, come on. LMAO

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[franeridart]

mishanks from the past two days because I’ve been……………..slightly taken. by them. just a bit. :)

[saewokhrisz]

final victor...?

[wardingshout]

apple season

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 16-18

1 -> 3 - day 4 - swap