#so i fell in the black hole

[cinnabeat]

oh...i feel very very bad for the nomai.... god that mural of what happened to the vessel....

[cherriko-art]

I go from not drawing for months to being hit with inspiration at midnight when I'm supposed to be studying and furiously sketching like a man possessed

[molagboop]

So I put the power of friendship and impractical outfits into Metroid Dread. No suits, no shields: we die in a giant laser hand cannon fight like true warriors.

[95enthusiast]

I FOUND MY SKETCHBOOK 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 ALHAMDULILLAH

[gothra]

just saw the stupidest post I’ve ever seen complete with shitty tags from someone I’m supposedly following, improperly endorsed by a quote from bell hooks that, used in the context I just cringed at, makes bell hooks look like an idiot which I think is the worst and most disrespectful part of all of this. men aren’t going far right because we’re too mean to them. We are critical of them because they’re going far right. Leftist men aren’t betraying their causes because we aren’t being nice enough to them, they’re turning to the right because they hate us and the alienation is a result of that hatred. The answer to getting men back on the left is that men need to be better people. It’s incredibly babyish and immature and noticeably hypocritical that you people look at all of the white women voting against their interests and rightfully call out the fact that they are committing an act of betrayal but you can’t do it for men. When white women do this it’s rightful outrage, but when men do this, it’s “wow, these liberal and leftist men are betraying their causes and weaponizing their privilege to damage their societies…probably because those mean misandrists say things like ‘men suck!’” These men aren’t leaving the left because they’re alienated, they’re alienated because they hate women and our rightful frustration at their behavior isn’t the cause of that! I don’t understand why white leftists can understand that they have a political responsibility to defend POC, even when those POC make jokes about how white people suck, but when it comes to women it’s like their brains turn off and the principles we fought so hard to teach them (not that all of them have learned those lessons) go out the window it’s very strange.

And I’m willing to admit that being mean to men certainly isn’t helping them stick around, but neither is being mean to white people. Because that’s not really the point of it. If your answer to marginalized people venting their frustration about their personal traumas at the hands of people with white or male privilege is to go and vote and make sure those marginalized people lead difficult lives, you can’t possibly have liked those people in the first place. If their suffering means less to you than your feelings, it seems that all of their frustration was rightfully placed and well earned.

[lady-lilly-gray]

until further notice i'm calling the new grim reaper Atbil, because it means Dove in Amazigh and I think Will needs a fellow birb-loving reaper

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[kirayamidemon]

In other updating news, ive been dragged down into new anime hell n been dying n only spirally down even worse since then i hate it

[avocado-frog]

Month old writing share game

Thanks for the tag from @elsie-writes i procrastinated hard on this one but I think that the rules are just to share a bit of writing. So here's a little chunk from something I just wrote:

One time, a few years back, when Logan was nineteen, Lily was twelve, Jaxon was just about eleven, and Dylan was eight, they went to the park. He took them to the park to distract them, sometimes, but he didn't remember the specific reason that time around. Dylan had wandered off a little while after helping Logan pack sandwiches at home- after Lily and Jaxon already left- to go to the garden. Two older men, fifties or sixties, one in blue overalls and the other in a plain, grey shirt were teaching them how to use a rake. A woman a bit younger, dirty blonde hair in a bun behind her head, had a pocket of seeds for Dylan to plant. Logan sat on the bench to watch them, a bit warily. But they seemed friendly enough. Jaxon, usually, would run off to go find people to play with. He was sociable, he liked making friends, but even that day, as sunny as it was, it was still too early for kids his age to start coming over. Mostly, it was the parents of toddlers who wanted their kids to run off some energy. Sometimes, the toddlers would try and get him to play, too, and Jaxon obliged every time, but he seemed content with just his sister today. He didn't have any interest in gardening with Dylan. Lily was by the monkey bars, standing on top of the black platform underneath them. Jaxon sat on the ground, digging a hole in the bark with his hands. Lily jumped up to grab the bars, but she was getting tall enough that she didn't need to jump as high now. Once she had a grip on the yellow metal, she pulled herself up to sit on the top. She sat there for a while, talking to Jaxon about something Logan couldn't hear at the distance he was, and given his attention was split between them and Dylan.  Lily had swung her legs over the bars and leaned down in between the gaps to hang upside down, and of course Jaxon wanted to try.  He jumped up, just like Lily did, grabbed onto the bars, and it should've been a forewarning when his hand slipped before he regained his hold. He jumped up to sit on the top bars, and then his leg got caught in between, and he fell backwards trying to untangle himself.  He had picked the bar closest to the platform. Hanging upside down, right above the edge of the black platform, with his leg stuck in between the bars. He must not have been really thinking past getting his leg unstuck. Logan heard a woah, are you okay, that caught his attention just as he managed to free himself. And then he fell. And hit his head on the edge of the platform and hit it again as the rest of him landed in the bark. Jaxon hadn't even cried, which was astonishing to Logan, who had shot up like a rocket and rushed over to check on him. Because Logan would've cried hard if he hit his head like that. Twice. Lily had scrambled down to see if he was okay, too, but Jaxon only sat in the bark, moved to sit with his legs outstretched, one hand making a circle in the wood bits, blinking like he was confused. There was a steady stream of blood gushing from his nose, too. His eyes weren't quite uneven yet, but Logan didn't think for a second that Jaxon got away without a concussion. He instructed Lily to go watch Dylan, tell them where he went, while he took their brother home to check on him. Jaxon blinked again. Logan grabbed him by the arm, dragged him to his feet, and dragged him home, having to hold his own sleeve against his nose because Jaxon wasn't doing it himself.

Open tag since this is a month and a half old sorry lmao

[organised-disaster]

I just bought the whole pack for Outer Wilds because it was on sale and I'm already having so much FUN!!! I've experienced hilarious situations such as:

Anti-gravity cave! Yay! Down I go and off to the spot that requires repairs! Matching velocity and wait stop why is it moving away come back why am I spinning dear God no eeeesaaauuuuggggggGGGHHHH

Ew ew EW Dark Bramble Seed Ew Ew Ew oh no no mo MY SCOUT MY SCOUT THE ANGLERFOSH NONKNONKOOOOONOOO

To the geysers! And in I g- [blrbrlrbrlebrlblrlggh] oh yaya! A crystal like in the observatory! And it's got its own signal! Quantum displacement? What happens if i- [is subjected to the nightmare chorus] oh

And now we leave planet! Oh a roll function? What does that do? Let's find ou- [timeskip ten seconds, screaming as I spiral out of control into the gravitational pull of the sun]

Oho the universe locator!!! And there is Giant's Deep and the Sun and NOT the eye of the universe teehee and eugh [said with utter contempt] dark bramble

WHERE ARE YOU MYSTERY WHISTLE MAN. I WILL LOCATE YOU BY GETTING UP HIGH ENOUGH AND [exits Atterlock's orbit] oh no. guck. oh heaven help me. please no

I've accidentally locked onto the Interloper instead of Brittle Hollow, guess I'm heading there. [there] Wow this place is Barren™️. Guess I'll hop off now and - [narrowly avoids plummeting into Dark Bramble] WHAT THE HELL INTERLOPER. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS. WHY NOT DROP ME OFF SOMEWHERE AWESOME LIKE GIANT'S DEEP.

WJERE DID MY SJHIP GO [parked on the Ember Twin]

Distress beacon? What? Oh no, I need to find the source of it before - [the music]

[stares directly at a supernova while accelerating towards Timber Hearth with the intention of cooking a marshmallow and watching the solar system end from there]

Round two hjahaja! Destination one: Brittle Hollow! Now I just need to not plummet directly into the Black Hole That Sends You To The End Of The Known Universe©️ and I'll be good to start exploring! [ship smashes into the surface at 600km/h] nevertheless I am unharmed!

And now I will carefully descend so as not to fall into the Black Hole That Sends You To The End Of The Known Universe©️ and I can be on my merry [smashes into an overhang at Mach 2, corpse falls into the Black Hole That Sends You To The End Of The Known Universe©️]

[flitterywings]

sitting here and thinking about everything that fell to the wayside in this past year and feeling terrible about it 🙂

[zincbot]

wanna play more outer wilds

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

littol brown snake at work today. juvenile. apparently their bites can be fatal even as juveniles! but it was really cute - I saw it first and trotted off and told higher-ups like a good little girl. we closed the door so the snakeling could not get out and cause havoc; I kept walking past and wanting to open the door and look at it again, because it was so beautiful. but I refrained.

[cursedauxiliary]

Dreamed there was a demonias type pastel boot company called oyster creek

[nightingale-prompts]

Incomprehensible Horrors

Inspired by that one scene from Vanitas no Carte

Another day another cult that wants to summon a god.

"You're too late Justice League! The dawn of a new age is here!" The leader shouted from the suspended platform.

"You idiots you can't open that portal! Awakening him will kill you too!" Constantine shouted back.

The entire base shook as the portal splintered open leaving a gash in reality. Green speckled black tar spilled out onto the platform and dripped down to the floor like rain.

"Come to us!"

A figure entombed in black tar rose out of the portal chained by black tendrils.

"You must not free him unless you can kill him! He will end our reality!" Constantine's words fell on deaf ears.

Gravity in the room fluctuated paralyzing everyone in place. It was like a black hole had opened up in the room. Streams of black smoke rose out of every corner. Unknown voices echoed around them each sounding different to everyone. Hallucinations of eyes appeared in the darkness and gazed at them.

"Constantine, how do we stop them?!" Superman shouted over the white noise of the voices.

"Fuck all! It's here now!" Constantine said though clenched teeth.

The cultist raised his knife and cut open the tar bubble.

"Watch now! The rebirth of a god!"

A wailing echoed silencing the voices. The distorted crying sounded eerily like that of a baby.

The figure emerged covered in the remnants of the inky womb that contained him. Its skin shined like black opal stone, embedded with starlike speckles of color. Glowing green eyes stared from behind a curtain of wet and stained white hair.

"My god, I offer you these souls so that you may regain your strength-" The cultist was suddenly stopped when the god grabbed him by the neck.

"YoU sHoUlD nOt HaVe DoNe ThAt."