#thwh

[feliichu]

Writing a fic so i needed to design the parents… and here we are

[benthic-girl]

God I'm so fucking mad at British media, I know we're fucking imperialist running dogs but I just wanna fucking scream at them and anyone who thinks Britain is a moral fucking country about how consistently we've been on the wrong side of history and fucking just shoot the royals and all of parliament

[trans-formers-n-stuff]

this is so good. imagining skyfire with starscream like a broody hen, better if you imagine sky with a neck pouch thing that's all puffed out. he better be cooing and purring or else that big bird does not love his small bird.

i don't think starscream is very thrilled about the idea but at least he's not lonely. his trinemates might be panicking though. they're very worried.

i might be legally obligated to write this now…

(171) Skyfire decides that he blames Megatron for the regrettable changes in Starscream's character over the last few million years.

Luckily, Skyfire is big enough to enforce whatever rules he wants to make. So instead of just joining the Autobots, he also seekernaps Starscream.

The Autobots have... mixed feelings... about this development.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Parry but thwh fell out aftee darry and him had a fight because he laughed at some kids, KID Greasers jumping, (he laugher out of awkwardness) and darry took it as a sign he though it was ok and processed it as a threat ti the gang ESPECIALLY Ponyboy.

They fought alot. It was scary because Both Soda and Pony where homd, and classes and plates got broke, shattered, and lots if door slammimg and threats where thrown at each other. Things where said to a point

darry cried.

Hm, ok, so this isn't EXACTLY this but I saw this ask and my brain was like minific! so...minific. Hope you like it!

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“I’m telling you man,” Paul is saying, “the giants have got it in the bag this year, have you seen their defense?”

“No way,” Darry shakes his head, “the Bears are consistent and they’ve got Wade as QB, no way they aren’t taking the superbowl.”

“Wade is fine but he’s not better than-”

He’s cut off by the door slamming open. Normally Darry would have half a mind to yell at whoever slammed it because mom always blamed him and Two for it when Steve and Pony were the biggest culprits, but any thoughts of teasing are forgotten as Steve sprints down the hall without even a hello, Soda right on his heels. Darry’s used to the gang bursting in at all hours of the day and night, it’s how their house works, but something about this feels off. His suspicions are confirmed when Steve hurtles back out again a second later holding the first aid kit. 

“Whoa!” Darry grabs Soda’s shoulder before he can follow, pulling him to a stop, “what’s going’ on?”

“Joey Dubois got jumped,” Soda gasps out, chest heaving, “it’s pretty bad.”

“Aaron’s kid brother?” Darry’s heart drops, “But…but he’s ten!”

“Yeah,” Soda’s grim, “I know.”

“You need any help?”

“Nah. Pony’s sittin’ with him right now, and between Dally and Tim Shepard we got enough muscle keepin’ Aaron from doin’ something he’ll regret. ‘Sides,” Soda shoots a cold glare at Paul, “your buddy here shows his face and he’ll probably lose some teeth. Aaron’s gang is out for blood.”

He claps Darry on the shoulder and then he’s gone, jumping off the porch steps and running after Steve.

“Shit,” Darry sinks into a chair, previous conversation forgotten, and buries his head in his hands. Joey Dubois. He can see the kid in his head, a little guy with a mop of dark curls and a grin that spelled trouble. Him and Pony buddied it around sometimes, and Darry had always thought it was funny when his own kid brother would complain about having to put up with Joey always following him around. Lord knew Pony followed him and Johnny and Soda around the same way. The thought of the bright eyed kid being jumped nearly made Darry sick. He was hardly the first real little kid to ever be jumped in their neighbourhood, and wouldn’t be the last, but it didn’t make it any easier to stomach.

“So anyway,” Paul says, like Soda hadn’t just interrupted and told them about a literal child being jumped, “Wade isn’t as good a kicker as Tittle–”

“--Paul” Darry grits through clenched teeth, “I don’t want to talk about football right now.”

“What?” Paul scoffs a little, “why?”

“Did you not hear what Soda just said?”

“Some kid got jumped. So what? Happens all the time."

“He’s ten.”

“Dar,” Paul laughs a little, “it’s not a big deal. Yeah he’s ten but so what? He was probably asking for it.”

Darry's jaw tightens..

Usually, his friendship with Paul is easy. They get along better than Darry gets along with just about anyone, they have the same interests, share the same sense of humour and the same desperation to get out of Tulsa Oklahoma no matter what it takes. Sometimes their friendship is so easy that Darry forgets what Paul is, forgets where he comes from. 

Paul Holden is a west side elite, as soc as it gets. And sometimes, like right now, he’s so fucking patronizing Darry could smack him. 

Say what you want about him, but Darry Curtis is not stupid, nor is he naive. He’s seen things on the east side that Paul could only dream of, for all he pretends to be normal, comes to their house and bums around the east side like an actor in a movie, looks at Darry’s world,  his friends and his family like they’re an intriguing thought experiment instead of Darry’s very real life. And people can think what they want about him but Darry Curtis is not ashamed of where he comes from. There’s a lot of shitty things about the east side, but there’s a lot of good people here too, and Paul doesn’t get to sit there in his letterman jacket with his madras shirt and act like Darry reacting to a ten year old kid getting jumped is some crazy, childish thing. 

“You do realize,” he can hear his voice rising, “that my own baby brother is only twelve, right? And that the only difference between him and Joey is luck? I know you have no skin in this game so you don’t give a flying fuck about anything, but you could at least pretend to care.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” Darry demands, “Like someone who cares about little kids getting hurt in my own fucking neighbourhood?”

“Like you’re a fucking greaser!” Pauls bursts out, and then suddenly it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Darry recovers first.

“Get out.”

“Darry-”

“I said get out.” 

“Darry I’m sorry I-”

“No,” Darry advances on him, trying so hard to control his temper he’s literally shaking, “no you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to come here, to my house, in my neighbourhood, meet all my friends and my family, and then look down on me for it like I’m some sort of trash.”

“I didn’t mean it,” Paul begs, “I-”

“Yes you did,” Darry cuts him off. He can feel hot tears welling, the way they always do when he’s so furious it’s hard to think, but he forces them back, “you meant it, and I’m fucking glad you did because guess what? I am a greaser, and I wear that title like a badge of honour ‘cause at least it means I ain’t nothin’ like you!”

“You didn’t seem to want that title when I gave you that shirt did you?” Paul spits back, moved to anger himself. Good. Darry can face Paul's anger a lot easier than his repentance. “Or when you started hanging out with me and the rest of the guys from the football team, or when Tammy Crenshaw asked you to Sadie Hawkins!”

“Whatever,” Darry sneers, “I thought you were better than this but once an asshole always an asshole, huh? I can’t believe I thought you changed. You’re the same shallow, entitled, socy asshole you were back in ninth grade.”

“Fuck you!”

“Get outta my house,” Darry shoves him, hard, “and don’t ever fucking come back. I never wanna see you again.”

“Go to hell!” Paul storms down the steps, “and hey, tell that kid brother of yours to watch his back. Since you apparently think I’m such a piece of shit, I might as well prove it.”

The words hang heavy in the air. For a second, Darry almost can’t understand them strung together like that, the threat almost ludicrous coming from someone he’d considered one of his best friends, the only guy from his circle of west side football buddies he’s ever allowed into his house, ever introduced his family to. For all they’re arguing in this second, for all Darry doesn’t know if he could ever forgive him for his words and his cavalier attitude, he’d never believe Paul capable of doing something like that, of hurting his brother.

But Paul just said it. And Paul Holden never says anything he doesn’t completely mean.

Darry sees red.

The next thing he knows the skin of his knuckles is splitting against Paul’s nose and he’s screaming louder than he can remember screaming in a long time.

“You touch either one of them and I’ll kill you! You hear me? I’ll fucking kill you!”

He doesn’t realize he’s got Paul by the collar of his shirt until he feels multiple pairs of hands yanking him back, someone else tearing Paul away from him.

“That’s enough,” Soda’s back. He shoves Paul, lighter than Darry had but enough that it’s clear he means it, “you better get outta here Holden. Looks like you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

Paul spits at his feet. 

“You better watch your back Curtis.”

Soda’s eyes flash. He’s only fourteen but he’s grown half a foot this summer alone, and right now he looks nothing but tough, cold and fierce.

“Unlike you I’ve got six buddies to watch it for me, so I think you’d better watch your back pal.”

The hands holding Darry release him, Steve moving to flank Soda, Dally and Ponyboy on either side of him, all of them- even twelve year old Pony- just a little in front of Darry.

“Beat it Holden,” Steve tells Paul in that low, deadly voice he only uses when he’s real mad, the one that’s ten times scarier than any of his hollering, “if we have to ask again we won’t be so polite.”

Paul's last glare is cutting but he leaves, eyes like quicksilver as he turns away, and Darry finds himself hoping he’ll run into Aaron Dubois or his gang on his way back to the west side. 

When he's out of sight Dally spits on the ground and lights a cigarette, eyes cold and dangerous.

“C’mon, Dar,” Soda claps him on the shoulder, his smile only a little dimmer than usual, “Johnny and Two went to go see if they could russell up a car for the drag race tonight, and you know mom won’t let Pony watch unless you come with us.”

Darry follows his friends- his real friends- down the street, ruffles his brothers’ hair, and quietly mourns a person he thought he knew.

None of the gang ask what happened, not even Ponyboy. Darry doesn’t tell them, and if he sniffles a bit on the walk to the old rodeo grounds where the race is taking place, well, at least he's quiet enough that no one could possibly notice.

[spitinsideme]

I have the silliest and or hottest idea what if you did like a mini island bachelorette thing and draw each anon that flirts with you like give unique designs based on what type of anon they are they fight or compete in different challenges and you eventually give one a rose or something just a suggestion you don’t have to do it though it’s just food for thought

i wish but this woukd take way too lomg to dfW 💔💔 BUT i think it would be really funny if all of the bacholorette lesbian comtestanrs gave me their name and i put ir in like those hunger game sites where the game just makes them fight and everyrhinf and whoeverr wins i gyess ill chooze as my faveouote anon and also thwh win a free whatever they aant drasn thing .. that would be pretty fun theyystill have to fight

[carletes]

THWH MASW IT A JOIMT POST

I’m gonna die

[tolerateit]

NO I AM SO PISSED ABLYT THE DNUB THWH SOBG MEAMS EVERUTHING TO ME I CAYR THIS I FUCKIMG HATE THE GRAMMYS FUCK YHRM FUCK😠😡😡🤬😠😡

[gaykarstaagforever]

Back in 2013, a hyperactive homeless man became a viral sensation after a selfless act of vigilante justice. Hollywood scumbags tried to cash in on his fad celebrity and offered him the world; he was far more interested in remaining transient and hyperactive. 90 days later, he murdered an old man.

The Hatchet Weilding Hitchhiker is the Netflix documentary about Kai, and all of the gross idiots who overlooked his obvious mental problems in a desperate attempt to squeeze money out of his viral fame.

The Internet is an amoral toilet now, and was also that in 2013. OF COURSE we fell in love with a lunatic and egged him on. But as always, we were wrong to do it, and Grandpa Media was just as wrong to try and take advantage of it.

As a documentary, THWH is fine, if not a tad melodramatic in its framing of Kai as a gathering stormcloud. And it lets the various players speak for themselves, so even when they are obvious shits, the documentary makes no commentary, unless another character is critical of someone. I understand this as a traditional "neutral" journalistic choice, but that also feels like an easy cop-out so the filmmakers don't have to contend with questions of bias.

Guys. You made a documentary about a meme who became a convicted murderer, in the world of California fame-vultures. Probably safe to pick the general side of sensible WTF in this great bloody shitstain of an event. It is certainly a me thing, but I'm not giving you points for objectivity when you are now exploiting the story of exploitation run amok. Kind of trashy.

Trashy or not, it is still a generally good documentary about something you probably haven't thought about for 10 years now, if you aren't so young you don't even remember this. It is worth seeing.

Just be aware that everyone and everything here is the absolute WORST.

[trollocs-ooc]

I have finally regained my territory of extreme exhaustion and remember what I meant by Nine Eleven is Canon.

Second and Eleven are called this because their castes, including lime, are the second and eleventh, thus Emhoji, an indigo, would be nine. Emhoji and Eleven were pitch i think? theyre exes- therefore

9/11 happened in the grumblrverse.

Yeah i got that afterwards 💀 surprised i never called then thwh before

[tw33k-tucker]

I DONT WNAT THE UNDERPANTS GNOSMES TO COME I ONKYS HAVE A FEW PAIRS LEFR WHAT IF THWH TAKE THEM

[discount-oranges]

AN OLM MUMBO IS AN OLM. THWH ARE AQUATIC NOODLES THAT ARE BLIND AND LIVE IN CAVES

OLMS ITS LITERALLY MUMBO GUYS

mumbo is now addicted to underwater caving and made a comment about how he might be growing gills and i think its legitimately like a single-digit number of hermits left who havent done some sort of haunted-by-the-water bit in an episode yet

[triotag]

asker: so...you like women royce: predominantly yes asker: ...but you like a man royce: royce: un-fucking-fortunately asker: ...what man. royce: *inhales and gestures in dredges direction* asker: how come you.. royce: FUCK IF I KNOW i just do dredge: ...you love me and theres nothing you can do about it royce: kicking your ass later dredge: "kicking" royce: wH WH TH wh thwh!!!!!! asker: this is getting weird royce: LEAVE i have to tackle my fuckin boyf-

dredge: …sure.

royce: I’M GONNA DESTROY YOU

dredge: bet you will

royce: STOPDOINGTHATSTOPIT

asker: i’m out of here

[suiciderape]

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[indiiglow]

Thwh-buh-but.wh- SEMI ISN'T A FONT THO????????

[dt-lilslutty-bearcub]

I love them too much i just want to nom nom nom nom nom nom I N E E D THEM AHSUUSHSOSBEHSUISJS GAY I NEED THEM THWH WAY I NEED WATER GLUP GLUP FULP

Double Trouble, but make them More Alien

My good friend, @mustardflavoredbear loves aliens, so I decided to draw a more alien, sci-fi, futuristic DT for him! I had a lot of fun with this design and color scheme!

Side note: I broke my rule of “no reptilian tiddies” per @mustardflavoredbear’s request. Below is a version with no cleavage.

[filthyfundie]

THWH S1 E1 Review

Episode title: “What is The Hope We Hold?”

Description: Join us for an introductory conversation on why we called this podcast The Hope We Hold. Where do you find encouragement and hope in a world so full of disappointment, hate, and sin? We are here to redefine the wishful thinking often associated with Hope, and give you an invitation into a life defined by peace.

Summary:

Jeremy states that the idea for the podcast stems from Peter 3:15 (“but in your hearts regard Christ the Lord as holy, ready at any time to give a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you; yet do it with gentleness and respect.”)a verse that has meant a lot to both of them. Jeremy is very passionate about not being arrogant in your defense and showing respect to those who ask a reason.

He goes on to ask Jinger what she thinks most people think of when they hear the word “hope”. She responds that it’s “wishful thinking, fingers crossed”. She uses an analogy of a wishing well. Jeremy says the connotation for hope is that it is a dream or a chance.

They talk about the difference in Christian hope, with Jinger saying “Christian hope is not wishful thinking. It is rock solid confidence in Jesus Christ... when God speaks we don’t have to cross our fingers and hope...”. Jeremy speaks at length regarding how your hope in someone is deeply dependent on your trust in that person. He relates this back to Jesus promising eternal life and that because God has proven to be faithful and trustworthy, Heaven isn’t a wishful or “fingers crossed” scenario but rather something that is guaranteed. Jinger says that “Hope is not based in the circumstances of our lives” and Jeremy gives the example of a cancer patient with a terminal diagnosis having an easier time accepting this news because they have Christian Hope. They really push that the secular world has nothing to offer, it’s only the eternal world that can provide hope. Earlier in the show Jeremy had stated “Politics isn’t the place to put trust. People let us down, money can disappear, health is fading. Really where can we put our trust in this world that won’t sooner or later let us down?”

At the start of the podcast they said they want listeners to submit questions as well as their own stories of how hope plays out in their lives, this is reiterated as the podcast winds down. Upcoming episodes will be about how this “Christian Hope” guides them in life, topics they plan on tackling include parenting, relationships and hardships such as a miscarriage.

Highlights:

During her wishing well analogy Jinger starts to say “pennies” but then switches to “nickles” and ends up insinuating people throw pickles in wishing wells. Jeremy later jokes about the pickles and they talk about how pickles have been Jingers top pregnancy craving.

They nearly exclusively refer to each other as “Jing” and “Jer”.

Jinger makes mention of this really beautiful analogy of hope as a “buoy for the soul”.

My very secular takeaway: It was nice-ish. The intro music is upbeat and pleasant. The production quality is good. Their voices work really well together, Jinger has an especially calm voice without nearing the wispy tone we tend to hear from some fundie women. I believe it’s stated more than once that the goal for the podcast is making a Christ centered life understandable and relatable. I would refer to this as digestible Christianity, very “peace and love”. The desire to be social media influencers is coming across loud and clear. There was victim blame-y vibes in all of the spiels about Christians having nothing to fear or no reason to worry, pretty big implications there. Really thankful for the education I’ve received in this community that allows me to spot the Christian brand of toxic positivity.

Scriptures mentioned:

1 Peter 3:15

Hebrews 11:1

John 14

Romans 3:4

2 Corinthians 4, verse 16

“Babe” Count: 1