#this is such a funny fucking concept

[balis77]

SING US A SONG, YOU'RE THE PIANO PLANT SING US A SONG TONIGHT WE'RE ALL IN THE MOOD FOR A MELODY AND YOU'RE SHOOTING MULTIPLE SPIKES

[clownboybebop]

if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[fishingisuniversal]

Bilbo: -and then Thorin went crazy! He's always raving about gold and gems and how you guys are trying to steal his treasure! He's even threatening the rest of the Company because he thinks one of them is hiding the Arkenstone as if "Stealing shit" isn't literally in my job description and contract, and on top of all that-

Thranduil, barely paying attention: why is this Hobbit wearing my son's baby clothes?

[el-pada]

did you guys know one of the producers for samurai rabbit co-produced fucking saw of all things

(edit forgot to add jei kramer aka why i drew all this in the first place)

[blorboazula]

Agatha watching Nicky: I want a DNA test.

Rio: what?

Agatha: are we sure that's my child?

Rio: yes! you carried him and everything!

Agatha: and apparently my genes didn't even try, what did you put in that potion again? because damn if he's not a fucking copy of you.

[tragicallycrispygirl]

Apparently there was once a Guilty Gear XRD collab and the menu looks scrumptious like look at this stuff

Some of these are really fun, like the Potemkin Pasta with little hands or the Kaltes Gestöber (which translates to "Cold Flurry") ice cream, or Ky's dainty little tea and cookie set

The thing that's fucking killing me about this menu is that the coffee is Eddie coffee. Not Eddie*'s* coffee, Eddie coffee.

It conjures to mind the image of Zato-1 fucking around in Venoms bakery and serving someone a cup of Eddie, or somehow putting Eddie in an espresso machine

[lucabyte]

traveller tips! you can drink from any standing body of water. it's fine.

[uhrimau]

c l a u n e c k

[lovedrruunk]

'A Fresh Start 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐[part iii]

Powder can't stop thinking about your earlier interactions and is sure she messed everything up. Except this time she has concepts of a plan to fix it. [Part ii]

She paced the cottage frantically, bare feet hitting the floor as her brain did that thing she always hated, spiraling. It had been about two days since you showed up at her doorstep and the memory of you kept replaying in her head like a broken record.

What the hell was she thinking slamming the door like that?

She rubbed her hands over her face, groaning into her palms. She hadn’t meant to freak out, it just… happened. The second she saw you standing there, all curious and determined to see her, her brain short circuited. It was like every part of her was yelling at her to run, and she did. In the lamest way possible.

She stopped pacing long enough to stare at the wooden door through her fingers. “I’m an idiot.” she muttered, her voice muffled by her palms. “She probably hates me now...”

That thought made her stomach twist.

And of course, because her brain loved to torment her, she started imagining you telling everyone in town how much of a freak she was. Powder groaned again for what felt like the 100th time this morning, flopping onto the worn couch and burying her face into a pillow.

She was sure she had just gone and confirmed every little stupid rumor whispered about her. Slammed the door like some recused lunatic incapable of normal human interaction. 

She didn’t deserve a second chance. She didn’t deserve you. But no matter how much she tried to tell herself to move on, to stay in her little bubble, to pack up and move to some other town, start all over again, she couldn’t fathom it. 

She thought about you a lot these past two days. About the way your face lit up when you saw her. About the way you sounded excited to talk to her

What if she’d hurt your feelings? What if you thought she didn’t like you? You hadn’t come back after all…

Powder sat up abruptly, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it across the room. It hit the wall with a loud thud before sliding to the floor. “Stupid.” she muttered to herself, running both hands through her hair.

She needed to fix this.

The next time she passed you, if she even had the guts to go back into town, she’d just… what? Say sorry and hope for the best? As if. 

Why the hell did you even come out here? To be nice? To talk? As much as her brain wanted to flip this on you, have you be the blame for this entire mess, she just couldn’t. Because in the back of her mind she knew you were probably just curious. Why’d you have to be so empathetic and sweet and kind? Give her a break.

She’d never been good at this. She knew how the people in this town saw her, distant, strange, dangerous. But the thought of you thinking that, of you giving up on her completely, made her chest ache in the worst way. 

Powder stood up and started pacing again. The idea of running into you again made her nauseous, but not seeing you? She’d decided that was ten times worse.

She didn’t know how to fix this. She didn’t even know if it could be fixed.

She sighed, closing her eyes as she took a second to organize her thoughts. She had to make this right, show you that she wasn’t some total freak (at least not anymore).

Opening her eyes to glance around the room, they landed on the windowsill where a small pot of flowers sat wilting, and then to the scrap pieces of paper scattered across her coffee table. Powder tilted her head, biting her lip. Flowers were good, right? People liked flowers.

Before she could second guess herself, she was on her feet. 

.     .     .

She stared at the little note for what felt like hours, contemplating whether it made her seem friendly or insane. 

“Okay.” she muttered to herself, grabbing the note and heading for the door. “No backing out now.”

The plan was simple: Drop the note and flower on your doorstep. No knocking. No waiting around. Just leave them and disappear before anyone could see her then hope for the best.

Simple.

Except, knowing her, she’d find a way to mess this up too.

.    .    .

Walking along the gravel road towards your house, flower in hand, she actually felt… hopeful. A little nervous, sure, but there was a warm feeling of excitement in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a while. She was finally doing something, trying to make things right.

You’d open the door, surprised to see the things she left you, but then you’d smile. You’d pick up the flower, maybe hold it up to your nose with that cute, thoughtful look you always had. Then you’d see the note. You’d read it, laugh a little, and think to yourself: Wow, Powder’s actually kind of sweet. And normal. She’s totally deserving of my friendship!

Or you’d scowl and wonder how she knew where you lived.

It was a long shot, but for the first time in two days, she let herself believe it could happen. That this might actually work. And that tiny bit of hope was enough to keep her walking.

As your small house came into view, her pace slowed. She hadn’t expected to feel so… aware of it. The place seemed more intimidating now. She paused at the edge of the porch, staring up at it before swallowing hard.

“This is fine.” she whispered to herself. Adjusting her grip on the wilted orange flower, she forced a smile onto her face.

The porch stairs creaked under her boots as she made her way up. She reached the door, crouched down, and just as she was about to place the note on the welcome mat–

The door swung open.

And there you stood, looking down at her, your eyes widening before your brows furrowed.

“You!”

. . .

[Part iv]

ahhhhh cliffhanger !!! i absolutely hate how this turned out but i mean ur the idiot who read it anyway so

(jesting!!!! love u!!!)

This wasn’t proof read and I was writing out of my ass the entire time so I’m honestly too scared to even proof it anyways dont be surprised if the story gets fast paced after this, I literally just wanna write them being cute and holding hands already cuz fuck slow burns ammirite

>_< goodnight jinx nation ilysm XOXOXOXOXO

me when its time to write my 15 page college final : . . .

me when its time to write my gay x reader fanfiction : AW HELL YEAH JIGSAW !!!!!!!

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[clannfearrunt]

A guy walked in wearing a kickass BEWD shirt and I told him that’s an awesome shirt and he goes “thanks! *smug voice* do you know what it’s from though?” Is Yugioh: Duel Monsters fucking niche enough to use that tone of voice on me? Is what is essentially the Pikachu of Yugioh: Duel Monsters a niche anime creature? Her name is written right there on your shirt also. Shall I name 5 other cards while I’m at it? Can you describe me 5 non-Duelmonsters shadow games from the OG?? I should have summoned Pillroach Credit Card. You have no idea just how much I know what your shirt is from.

[yazzy-khan]

i really love the idea that the TARDIS loves Yaz. like the way she shocked the Master when he tried to touch Yaz’s post-it notes, i feel like she’s got such a soft spot for her. i like to imagine she purposefully runs really smoothly while Yaz is learning to pilot her and the Doctor starts grumbling about how she never does as she’s supposed to for them. or maybe the TARDIS keeps setting up thasmin moments by tilting at just the right time to make them bump into each other by the console, or constantly rearranging the rooms to lead the Doctor to Yaz so they can finally talk. she’s so exasperated at her ridiculous thief for fumbling this amazing girl so hard and she’s sick of it

[sunnibits]

“the kids chose protective mom izzy in the divorce” is literally my new favorite joke to come out of s2 so far I’m utterly obsessed

[sorrowfulwill]

imagine if your therapist was the alternate universe version of you that got help

[feather-bone]

This is the devil’s hole pupfish! A tiny species that lives only in One water-filled limestone cavern in Nevada. It was one of the first animals on the endangered species list. At the last count in 2022 there were 263 pupfish observed - the most in 19 years! They’re tracked pretty carefully, as their 215 square foot habitat (the smallest of any know vertebrate) is fragile and has been disturbed in the past by groundwater extraction and other human interference.

[ID: an illustration of a shiny metallic blue fish, the male devil’s hole pupfish, facing to the right. It is on a lighter blue background with a ripple pattern. End.] l

[destructo-range]

dumb tma fic idea: when michael becomes the distortion it's still technically bound to the eye because his contract never ended with the institute/the eye. and he has to come in like once a week to do paperwork or he'll feel ill