#tw: threatened violence

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was taking an exam at school, except Chica from FNAF was there and if I made one wrong move she’d fucking kill me.

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

A glimpse of what shits like when youre kidnapped as a lab rat and your new residence is Dr. Edgar Zomboss' lab.

[joitiks]

caught on a trail cam somewhere in northeast FL.

[genericpuff]

fp spoilers ahead and a content warning for violence:

hades normally:

hades when he's possessed by his dead dad and threatening to rip his wife's head off:

i rest my case, make murder hobo hades president, rip her head off you beautiful sick fuck-

[blitzkriege37]

Well, it’s turns out the adage of “the capitalist will hang by the rope he sells the communist” was wrong! It’s instead “the capitalist will willingly give the facist the rope to hang him and everyone else for the sake of civility.”

[sunnyxjarrus]

Another Vent about my stepdad

(who could’ve guessed)

Who wants to tell me to shut up and bite my tongue next time I get the urge to tell my stepdad off when he is treating everyone in the house with less respect than he would give dirt because after a certain point my anger gave out and the anxiety made it where I couldn’t say anything but anyways can’t wait to be told I’m being manipulated by my dad and stepmom just like my sister was even though they have nothing to do with this and also told that I’m a worse version of my sister because she only had an attitude and I have a bunch of medical and mental issues too

@local-lover-boy and you are right my mom is enabling him by ignoring these things but she has also had a knife and gun pulled on her by this man so

[your-daily-snl]

The Bike Messenger, starring a professional cyclist (Mike Myers) who finds himself having conversations with passerbys.

Original Air Date: 1994

[mad-hunts]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

An artist I follow was messaging me threatening to kill me if I didn’t commission them, but I didn’t have the money to do so. I woke up worried that they would break into my house for some reason.

[inkoherentwriting]

trying to assuage my worries about my dental appt tomorrow and about not tagging everyone in my wip wednesday that i meant to by thinking about how funny in effect it would be to be velwyn benirus in a world where fariel bought the manor

velwyn just enjoying that his "loose ends" are tied up and then the angriest 5 foot something bosmer comes in, punches his table in half, and demands he help her fix the spooky ghost curse problem

[lovebites-if]

hypothetically,, what would a love triangle between L, mc and Val look like? 👉👈

When you get to your spot next to [Val/L] that morning, you see a charred mess next to your computer. A charred mess that wasn’t there when you left the office yesterday— A charred mess that won’t be easy to clean. At all.

It’s not your fault. You know it’s not. But, as things stand, A is going to kill you got the catastrophic barbeque that has taken place on your spot.

A little panicked, you turn toward the only other person in the room, “Hey, L,” you hesitate and then point to the disaster that is your desk, “What’s this?”

The siren snorts, doesn’t even look at you as they take one headphone jack off their ear. They lean back on their chair in a way you know would make Cyrus nag about ‘unsafe workplace attitudes’.

“Dumitru wanted to give you flowers,” L shrugs.

“Oh,” you pause. Look at the mess, then back at L “And the... Flowers?”

They clarify, “Those are the flowers. I burned them.”

“Oh,” you pause again. “... Why?”

“You never shut up do you? I could. So I did it. There.”

Their resistance (and their flushed cheeks) manage to light up the curiosity in you, and so you try and fail for the next few minutes to get them to spill why. Keyword: fail.

(Later, when the vampire gets to work, they walk in the office carrying themself with the same airs of faint superiority. Their cold, red eyes soften when they land on you, only to harden again when they see you’re with L, and what has happened to their gift for you. Then, Val turns toward the siren.

“Greetings pet,” they address you instead, all the attention L gets from Val is a deadly and freezing glare, “I hope you, or someone you know, is fond of fish sticks.”

Unimpressed, L flips Val off, “Suck my fish dick.”)

[acollectionofcuriousreblogs]

Its Sad Theory Time

I’m thinking about Captain Lovelace. Thinking about all the crew members she lost. Thinking about how much she blames herself for their death. Thinking about how severe the survivor’s guilt most be.

And now I’m thinking about her ‘death’ during the mutiny. I’m thinking about how, when Kepler was deciding which one of them to kill, she spoke up right before the end of his ‘Eeny, meeny miny, moe’ bit was over. That timing…I believe it’s significant. Let me explain

Because it’s a podcast, we can never really know who he was going to pick. But Lovelace and Eiffel were there. They would know. And I would bet you, Kepler was going to pick Eiffel. Lovelace realized it, at the end there.

So she speaks up. She tells Kepler to fuck off. She spits in his face and says she pities him and, in Doug’s words, she does everything to poke the bear. And it works. Kepler shoots her.

Now, this could be interpreted several other ways. Maybe Kepler was going to pick Lovelace and she realized that, so instead of just letting it happen, she brought it on herself. She took her last stand, robbing him of the satisfaction he would’ve got from killing her. And I think that’s very plausible.

But what if…

Im thinking about Captain Lovelace, still carrying that survivors guilt. I’m thinking about Captain Lovelace realizing that she’s about to lose another one of her crew members. I’m thinking about her deciding that she will not, cannot, let another one of her friends die, how she cannot be the sole survivor again. 

So she pokes the bear. She does everything she can to divert Kepler’s attention away from Eiffel and onto her. She metaphorically throws herself in front of the bullet meant for him. That was a meditated, conscious decision.

Right before she dies, Lovelace tells Eiffel that she had to do this. She had to save him, because she failed to save so many others. Maybe Captain Lovelace really just couldn’t hold her tongue. But I think it’s a lot more plausible that the Captain knew exactly what she was doing.

[macabre-shackles]

Can your kids defend themselves?

There was no hesitation this time and he moved far too quickly for a normal human as clawed hand closed around the creatures skull and slammed it into the ground. He curled over him, the growl deep in his throat as his eyes bled to black. "Let this be a final warning to the scum of your kind." He hissed, fangs bared.

"You even think of getting close to my cubs, and I will tear you apart so brutally and thoroughly that the rest of your kin will wonder what your remains even used to be." He squeezed, feeling bone cracking as he pressed them into the concrete under foot.

"You can fuck with me. But you ever think of touching a hair on their heads and I will personally make sure I starve JUST for you to see how carnal I can actually be." He leaned in close to the bleeding face.

"Learn this well. I was a KING who fought in WARS and lived, who's land thrived and in the end even defeated a darkness with my dying breath. A CURSE brought me back to haunt the living and I will damn well use it well to rid the world of your fucking miserable life." He slammed their head against the ground.

"You will truly learn why I am considered the nightmare that walk these streets. NOTHING will stop me from killing you and ALL of your people who dare cross me or my family again. I will soak the ground with your blood and viscera and DANCE in it."

Another slam and this time he crushed the skull in his hand. Straightening he crushed the remnants under his heel.

[thiefcant]

i have been having. the worst fucking time lately. so apologies for absence.

[fatespins]

[CHECK] + reverse ( for riley 👀 ?? )

cheetah being held.jpg // @ospraey

FOR ONCE, RILEY'S memory is crystal clear. He sees movement in his periphery, the glint of a knife coming from darkness toward his companion's neck -

RILEY GRABS MAVERICK with one hand to yank him out of the way, throwing him somewhere behind him and using his other hand to bring his shield across his body and slam the would-be assassin in the face. He hears bones crunch, sees teeth fly - there's another person moving somewhere behind him, and he turns, this time with his sword drawn, and cuts another hooded figure down with such force that blood sprays across the opposite wall. He doesn't need a blackout to handle this - the paladin is fully himself in this moment, standing above the two of them, scanning for more.

NONE COME, AND so he turns his attention to Maverick. There's blood on him; unsure if it's from the fresh corpses or from him, Riley swiftly steps up to him, stowing his shield so he can take his face in his hand. His touch is soft, warm despite the cool metal that protects his hands, a thumb wiping red from Mav's cheek with a delicacy that comes in stark contrast to the violence he displayed just moments earlier.

"ARE YOU OKAY?"