#soanyways !

[helpthe]

I don't know if i'm doing this correctly or not, but i'm doing my part and reblogging this.

Let's spread the word and get this flag and the people around it out of there!!!

DONT SCROLL THIS IS IMPORTANT!

im begging anyone who sees this post to prevent rapesexual, im begging you. no one will see this but if you do reblog to get the message out that these fuckers exist and dont deserve to exist heres the flag so you can know who to fucking block, report and tell to fuck off

i dont want this to ruin the pride and help with self esteem of being lgbtq+ so a signal boost from larger accounts might be nice

[elegyofthemoon]

ok i dont think this is anything related to the watchmaker and all that stuff, but i think its insane that the Family turns traitors into memory zone memes because the concept of the memory zone memes is just that they were created by the true Dreamscape and from the emotions of those within the Dreamscape

this was from the emoscape with Mr McCoy in Dewlight Pavilion, where he was ordered by the Dreammaster to turn his siblings, who were apparently selling information to the IPC about the Family, into memory zone memes, but now i'm wondering just how many people got turned into memory zone memes for being a traitor

I would have said too that maybe the Family - trying to seek out the traitor and the killer of the first Oak Family Head - framed the Watchmaker and possibly turned him into a memory zone meme as well, but the Family is trying to search for the Watchmaker so that's less likely the case. But I just love seeing how fucked up actually the Family can be AND getting more information about the Dreammaster since there really isn't much of anything

[euclydya]

if i draw one of my so.'s in a pretty dress & post it Will y'all be normal abt it. Yes or yes.

[philsawdon]

soanyway magazine

Volume 2 Issue 15 (Painting) Summer 2023

Phil Sawdon: la souris est en dessous de la table

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

BIG THINGS ARE COMIN' YALLS WAY, AND HERE THEY ARE!!!

So, as you all know, 100 followers, which is super epic mind you and I'm still squealing about it.

But I feel the reason I have so many is because of my ROTTMNT fancomic, and I'm glad to say that I'll be getting back to it whoever I can! I'm not really sure when, but be on the lookout~!

BUT, continuing it, I think I need to explain that it's not necessarily some Future Fancomic, it's actually a little AU!

Its called 'The Last Hope AU' and from the name you can probably get it already... Okay maybe no-

So, Mikey knows the Multiverse, he knows how space time continuum can bend at the will of time travel or mystic abilities, and knows there's multiple universes where the Krang don't win, where they didn't even show up in the first place... But there's one universe, one that decided to twist time to change the future they had before, to make it better.

That one universe, could change everything, could change their future, the one they've been given, it's their last hope, cause if it goes right, there's a chance that the Krang of their universe could be sent back to their prison... Casey Jones just has to complete his mission- er- well- the other universe Casey.

So the AU takes place during the Krang takeover, and also kind of an 'After The Krang Are Gone' since they have to replenish, or just- learn to lie in the desolate wasteland that's left of their world.

Soanyways, thats kinda what to expect of the AU!!

And the NEXT thing is... I'm making a Fic!! Specifically a Donnie x Tamsin Fic. Not sure where I'll post it, probably get a AO3, but I'll figure it out once I get a chapter planned out, but for now, I'll be explaining the fics basic plot!

It takes place after The Mad Dogs have successfully sent back the Krang, all recovering and getting New York back on its feet.

Tamsin and Donnie are... A bit complicated, they haven't exactly expressed how they feel for one another, and it's obvious is getting on both their nerves.

It doesn't help the fact Tamsins parents had just come back from a long business trip to see a destroyed New York and their daughter nowhere to be found.

Once she finds her parents, they are immediate to announce they are leaving- completely moving away from New York and back to Tamsins hometown... Wyoming.

Obviously the Hamatos are a bit hurt they have to give up their friend, saying their last goodbyes before she's finally gone.

Now, flash to six years later, and Tams is 23, and just graduated college, people wondering what she will do now that she's finally put of her parents house and graduated, her answer... She's going right back to New York to find some work... And maybe meet some old friends and mend some broken ties with a certain softshell... But that last option is just if she has the time! Right?

So here's what's gonna be some of my biggest projects to be looking out for! Thank you all for the support and I'll see yall then! 💜🧡💜

NOTE: Also making a tag list for some of my stuff, in case you guys wanna be tagged in my posts so if you guys wanna be apart of it, please comment!

[silvandar]

Soanyway at 23000 ft above sea level, Dyer and Danforth were experiencing severe altitude sickness and probably hallucinated the entire thing.

Honestly I love reading older fiction, especially horror and scifi that build on what was commonly known at the time. At one point Lovecraft mentions Piltdown Man as a relevant evolutionary point, and it's beautiful.

[shittyclive]

By who? :)

soanyways i started screaming

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig - Chapter 4 Teacher Cellophane

Characters: dk!Jonathan Crane, (she/her)reader (platonic, non-romantic, professional).

Story summary: Dr Crane gets asked to evaluate an elementary teacher who claims self defense for the murder she has committed. But he finds himself striking a deal, as he tries to find out what really is the truth.

Warnings: Discussions of crimes, therapy session, corruption, Arkham Asylum, absurdity, unseriousness about criminality and murder (bc that is the essence of Chicago).

Chapter Summary: Dr Crane tries to get reader to open up during another session, but is met with theatrics.

A/N: So, uh, guys, I messed up, there has been a chapter edited and ready to be published in my document this whole time, while I thought I had to edit it before publishing (also thought I was on the chapter after this), soanyway, here it is, I'm sorry.

Masterlist Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

The chair creaks. “How do you feel about Gotham?” You lift your eyebrows and Dr Crane makes a circular gesture with his hand, searching for his intention. The air is cold, same as in the cells, but not quite as damp. “As a place of home. Do you feel safe, in general?” The greenish light in the room has not improved at all since last time. They really should fix that, if there was not so much else in a similar state. The wheels along the walls are still, the slow whirring of the ventilation taking their place.

“Who does?” When he stays silent you sigh theatrically and continue. “Overall, sure. All places have its vice and blood.” You fold your arms, settling back into the hard seat for yet another session required during your stay at Arkham. The pipes make a coughing sound. The showers must be broken, giving off nothing but drops when turned on. 

“Ever gotten robbed?” Dr Crane makes a noisy scribble before meeting your questioning look. “Personal curiosity.” He waves the pen as if to dispel any mistrust. He is not sure he could, considering he is sitting on the keys to your freedom, but on the other hand, you did hand them to him. Rather forced them on him. 

“Twice.” You cock your head and raise your eyebrows at some memory. “Poor target choice on their end.” Eyes come back to his. They’re back in the present, unreadable except what you want him to see. And what he sees is an unphased villain.

Dr Crane can’t help but repeat your initial facial expression towards his notes in agreement. It really was those robbers’ poor luck to gamble on someone with such a small wallet. “Regarding your profession” He catches. “What made you choose it?” He might be adding a small amount of admiration just for flair and hope. Flattery might have been invented for the rich and those in need of favors, but perhaps what he is asking isn’t so different from wanting a favor from you. That of your truth.

“What d’ya want me to say, doc? ‘Out of the kindness of my heart’?” Your accent thickens and your mannerisms return for a moment. His not so well concealed trick discovered, Dr Crane does not let you have the satisfaction of him admitting it, even though you both know it. He wonders where you picked up the accent, so invisible in the courtroom but ever present with him.

“Is it that not what all the parents want to hear?” He offers smoothly with a tone that promises comfort. He’s not trying to hit a nerve, not yet. Maybe you’ll shine a light through your cracks if he just gives you the opportunity.

“Most just wanna hear their kid is doing well in school.” A boring truth, based on your averted eyes and dulled down tone, perhaps even a sad one. Doing well could be all sorts of things, from staying out of trouble for the less fortunate to bought paper for the moreso.

“Teachers send the future into the world and yet you rarely get the credit.” Dr Crane muses, quite honestly if he were to say so, perhaps slipping just a little off topic for a moment. “Did that never bother you? Made you want to do something to be seen, something to escape the mundaneness of your life?” Perhaps he wants to touch a nerve a little. You are very calm, but not likely to confess thrill killing after too many nights grading papers. Dr Crane gets the mildly annoying feeling that you might be comfortable in his company, not nervous. A comfortable patient was not the sign of a breakthrough in his experience. He pages through his earlier notes.

“No. I actually quite liked being invisible. Makes people forget you’re there, let’s you slip around unnoticed. People tell you all kinds of things when you don’t matter.” 

He doesn’t find anything useful in the ink, nothing that indicates adrenaline seeking behavior. If you weren’t here on sentence for murder, he’d think you were almost boring. He lets the paper fall back and looks up again, a dry, almost sympathetic, smile gracing the corners of his mouth. “Never tempted to shoplift then?” 

“Never.” With his own smile reflected on you, he is tempted to believe you. 

“Well, even if you did, we could not prove it.” Dr Crane finds himself taking on the same conversational tone as he would with someone outside work. It is not as intentionally as he would like to claim. He gestures between the two of you. “And besides, doctor-patient confidentiality.” He’s not sure that that reestablishes the order of the situation. You might not have gotten him fooled, but you’re not handtied either. Your dodging is obvious for a reason. He is your privileged audience now that the court has made their judgement and the asylum doors have closed behind you.

You cross one leg over the other, rubber sole running over loose sand on the floor and the overall crunching as the fabric folds over itself. “You gonna ask me about my terrible childhood next?” Eyes make it clear you are amused, but you are also the one to suggest the game. “It’s not interesting conversation, doctor.” After two months in Arkham Dr Crane wouldn’t expect you to care about entertaining. Perhaps he is letting his full schedule prevent any real progress, because while you do play your patient role well, you play the part of unbothered repeat customer with more enthusiasm.

He sighs, and makes a gesture of resignment. “What do you want to talk about then?”

You lean forward quickly. “Teacher salaries.”

[4bs0lut3-s0lv3r]

soanyway, chaos aside.

Hiiiii howsit goin'?

Hope I've been doin' alr with my Uzi interp,,

[thefezturtle]

i had a dream that i was phasing through dimensions and time and i was the last person to see my friend alive before she jumped off a building so i had to save her also there was weird green playdoh on my hands and i did manage to save her also there was a giraffe, possibly a diplodocus, maybe even both, also apparently the person giving me those quests was a freaking psychiatrist or something because he could read me like a book and he looked like my gay art teacher from three years ago.

soanyway-

<3 hope you slept well

That's quite enough posting for now...

Take care...

[lord-box-possum]

hi i genuinely thought we weremutuals until the tumblr desktop thing where the tag ur mutuals in ur notifs and i realized i hadnt folled u bacl soanyway hi <3

Omg hi, I didn't notice either oops <3

[apothecaryassistant]

[lunatic-moss-studio]

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! Managed to finish today's drawing as well~ Prompt: Dream @alizzerrit #merdarkstory

[i-must-confess-i-am-an-idiot]

SOANYWAYS MY HAND HAS BEEN FORCED MY YOUR ENDLESS DEMANDS FOR ANSWERS

@im-sorry--what @food-u

Uhm hi

If you uh, see a post from @im-sorry--what or @food-u about a certain conversation we’ve had in the last 24 hours— no you didn’t

[thylacinewings]

This morning the youngest randomly asked me if I knew anything about cenobites. . . #Nope #AbsolutelyNothing #NoAtticCenobitesInThisHouse #NoSirree #TheyTriedToUseTheRickAndMortyDefinitionToClarifyWhatTheyWereTalkingAbout #SoAnyways #AtTheBehestOfMineOwnPureAndInnocentChilde #HaveScheduledARewatchOfHellraiserThisWeekend . #SharedPinheadsJesusJokeAsAConversationalBonus https://www.instagram.com/p/Cjs26DSrbfm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[crazybeautiful69]

💯Seen this and thought of you, T, and that stupid frkn show we've watched!😂🤣✌❤💋 #soanyways #istartedblasting #frank #holyshit #holyshitballs #funnyishh #homieshit https://www.instagram.com/p/CA93HP3DdBQiEYGbBIFQ5O-DPOBe9NIjmi_hok0/?igshid=grrv293vnfry