#tw: violence;

[mccncreatures]

Beau’s breath was ragged as he crept through the dark underbrush of the forest, every muscle in his body tense. The memories were vivid, etched into his mind like scars—his parents’ broken bodies, the scent of blood thick in the air, and the man who had taken everything from him. Beau had been just eleven years old when it happened. He had cowered in the shadows, terrified and helpless, watching as his parents were slaughtered before his eyes.

Seven years later, the boy who had hidden in the dark was gone. In his place stood a man driven by a singular purpose: revenge. He had tracked the rogue for years, his every waking moment consumed by the need to find him, to make him pay for what he had done. And now, finally, after all this time, he had found him. Members of the pack had helped, and reminded him he wasn’t alone. Even Hope had offered to come, wanting to ensure his safety more than anything else. But this one thing, he had to do it without her. Without Hayley or Logan.

This one thing he needed to do for himself.

Beau’s grip tightened around the silver dagger at his side as he approached the clearing. The campfire ahead flickered, casting shadows on the trees, and there he was—Lyle Delacroix, the rogue wolf who had destroyed Beau’s life. The name alone sent a wave of fury crashing through Beau, a fury that had been building for years.

Lyle sat on a log, sharpening a blade with casual ease, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Beau’s hands trembled with the effort it took to stay quiet, to keep his rage in check. He couldn’t afford to lose control—not yet. Not until he had answers.

Beau stepped into the clearing, his boots crunching softly on the damp earth. Lyle’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Beau. There was a moment of silence, and then a slow, taunting smile spread across Lyle’s face.

“Well, well,” Lyle drawled, setting his knife down and rising to his feet. “Look who finally decided to grow up. Beau Wilmont, all grown up and playing the hero. I figured you’d come looking for me eventually.”

Beau’s jaw clenched, his voice cold and steady. “I didn’t come here to play.” Lyle chuckled, circling around the fire, his eyes never leaving Beau’s. “Oh, I know you didn’t. You’ve got that same fire in your eyes your father had. The same foolish loyalty.”

Beau took a step closer, his chest tight with the weight of his anger. “You killed them. You killed my parents, and for what? To take over the pack? To try and overthrow Hayley?”

Lyle’s smile faded, replaced by a sneer. “Hayley was a weak Alpha,” he spat. “She didn’t deserve to lead. Your parents were fools for following her, and they paid the price for their loyalty.”

“They were loyal to family,” Beau shot back, his voice rising. “They believed in her, in us, in everything we stood for. You took them from me because you wanted power. Because you couldn’t stand that someone else was stronger than you.”

“Stronger?” Lyle scoffed, stopping a few feet away from Beau. “Hayley was a liability. She was leading the pack into ruin, and your parents were too blind to see it. They were in my way. I did what had to be done.”

Beau’s breath hitched as the memories flooded back—the screams, the blood, the sight of his father’s body crumpling to the ground. He had spent seven years trying to make sense of it, trying to understand how anyone could be so cruel. But now, standing face to face with the man who had torn his world apart, he realized there was no understanding it. There was only justice.

“You didn’t have to kill them,” Beau said quietly, his voice shaking with the effort to hold back his tears. “You didn’t have to take them from me.”

Lyle’s eyes flickered with something—regret, maybe, or pity—but it was gone as quickly as it came. He shrugged. “That’s where you’re wrong, Beau. I did what was necessary. Your parents were a means to an end. Nothing more.”

Beau’s hand tightened around the hilt of the dagger, his knuckles white. “You took everything from me,” he whispered. “Everything.”

Lyle’s gaze hardened, his posture shifting as he prepared for the fight that was coming. “You want revenge, boy? You think killing me is going to bring them back? It won’t. You’re just like them—weak, loyal to the wrong people. And you’re going to die just like they did.”

The words sent a jolt of anger through Beau, igniting something deep inside him. He could feel the wolf within him stirring, the beast he had kept at bay for so long, but he wasn’t afraid of it anymore. He welcomed it.

With a sudden burst of speed, Beau lunged at Lyle, the silver dagger flashing in the firelight. Lyle was ready, meeting him with a vicious snarl, and the two clashed in a brutal fight. Fists flew, claws slashed, and teeth bared as they grappled in the dirt.

Beau fought with everything he had, the memories of his parents driving him forward, giving him strength he didn’t know he possessed. But Lyle was strong too, stronger than Beau had expected, and he could feel his body wearing down, every punch sending a shockwave of pain through him.

Lyle managed to pin Beau to the ground, his hand around Beau’s throat, squeezing tight. “This is where it ends, Beau,” Lyle growled, his face twisted in a snarl. “Just like your parents.”

Beau gasped for air, his vision blurring, but he refused to give in. He wasn’t that scared little boy anymore. He wasn’t helpless. With a surge of strength, he wrenched his arm free and plunged the silver dagger into Lyle’s side.

Lyle’s eyes widened in shock, his grip loosening as he staggered back. Beau scrambled to his feet, his chest heaving with exertion, and with one final effort, he drove the dagger into Lyle’s heart. Lyle gasped, blood bubbling from his lips as he collapsed to the ground. Beau stood over him, his body shaking with a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline, watching as the life drained from the man who had taken everything from him.

The clearing was silent, save for Beau’s ragged breathing. Lyle’s body lay still, the fire casting flickering shadows over his lifeless form. Beau’s hand trembled as he wiped the blood from the dagger, his mind numb. He had done it. He had avenged his parents. But there was no sense of victory, no relief. Only an overwhelming emptiness.

Beau sank to his knees beside Lyle’s body, his hands clenching in the dirt. Tears blurred his vision as he thought of his parents, of everything he had lost. They were gone, and nothing he did would ever bring them back.

But he had protected Hayley. He had stopped Lyle from taking the only parent he had left. And that had to mean something. It had to. As the first rays of dawn began to break through the trees, Beau wiped his tears and stood. He took one last look at Lyle, then turned and walked away, leaving the past behind him. The weight of the curse was already settling over him, but he didn’t care.

He had done what he came to do. The rest—he would face that when the time came.

[mageofpanic]

go go little star

[marcelshorjian]

> THE JESTER

[1spooky2me]

(TW: violence and blood)

Not good enough….

*Pork Soda by Glass Animals playin in the distance*

[animentality]

[viro-lil-goat]

I really hope this reaches more people, I'm only reposting this information from Instagram, the least that I can do. (Update: I changed their upbringing as it appears to have been listed wrong) Wiki page

When I just saw this information I couldn't stop crying thinking about it, and now my heart aches. They were the same age as me, I know for a fact like any other teen they dreamt of their future, who they would want to become, what to achieve, create, wondering if they meet those in the future they can call friends, wondeting if it'll get better when they grow up, maybe wished to leave that terrible place or maybe wanted to stay. How could anyone let this happen, why were they discharged from hospital so easily? And the school, we all know why. I hate to think about how, even with all the progress made, these things still happen.

"murdered schoolgirl Brianna Ghey on February 16, 2023. Candlelit vigils are being held across the UK this week for Brianna Ghey, 16, who was stabbed at Linear Park in Culcheth, Cheshire last Saturday. Brianna was a transgender girl and police are now investigating her killing as a hate crime. A boy and girl, both 15, have been charged with her murder"

An article that explains trans hate crime murders as on 2023

I hate everyone who have ever committed such vile hate crimes, I wish them in prison and hell. But i would never go down to their level. But I also blame the government, the school, and even those bigoted online accounts that teach their followers hate. In this case LibsOfTikTok, who targeted the teacher of this school, who supports lgbtq+, so they had to leave their position. It must have been the push for this to happen. I think their tiktok account has been thankfully deleten. But i have no idea about Twitter or any other. Please check and mass report them if it still exists. (Link to Instagram reel that this information is from)

ADDITION, PLEASE MASS REPORT THESE ACCOUNTS

[mccncreatures]

For once, he had not been the one to start something. Oh but Ezra certainly loved finishing things. The outdoor beer garden had been a promising place to watch events unfold on the street, and also enjoy a small beverage. But the humans that seemed to collide amongst one another on bourbon street almost always collided harshly, like particles slamming into one another. The chance was always there that a fight could break out even in the more elegant places.

So when the fight took place just behind him, and one of the offenders pulled a gun, angling it like some bad television show thug would, Ezra’s eyes rolled. Not even delightful entertainment. He stood, moving in a flash to be beside both, slamming his foot into the knee of the gun-less mortal and feeling the bone snap sickly beneath the flesh. The other did the same to the gun wielders wrist, taking the weapon though there was little need for it.

“You lot and your toys. Don’t you ever get tired of making a mockery of yourselves? This.. this is how you hold it.” The cold metal made contact with the flesh of the human now meeting Ezra’s black gaze. Ezra’s hand heated the weapon so it began to burn against the others flesh. “If you’re going to pose as a threat…. You better learn to do so properly in these streets.” People were scattering naturally, but he paid no mind. “Now should I show you how to truly use it? It’ll be a short lesson. The trigger, the bullet leaving the chamber, your brain matter on the wall.”

[glowsticcc]

thanks doc!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My mom crushed my ribs with her bare hands, killing me.

[fatliberation]

anti-fatness is not just body shaming.

anti-fatness is discrimination. anti-fatness is having next to no legal protections for being discriminated against. anti-fatness is being denied housing, jobs, receiving less pay and promotions (legally) because of your size. anti-fatness is being denied access to clothing, seating, transportation, and other human rights because infrastructure has been designed to exclude you. anti-fatness is less likelihood of receiving a fair trial. anti-fatness is dehumanization. anti-fatness is being denied necessary surgeries, but not surgery that amputates the digestive tract with the intent to starve and shrink you (it doesn’t work either). anti-fatness is mutilation. anti-fatness is being subject to torture devices that bolt your mouth shut. anti-fatness is being told by close friends, family, and professionals that you are better off living with an eating disorder or other life-threatening illness. anti-fatness sells you starvation as a guaranteed opt-out of oppression, but doesn’t tell you that bodies will always regain weight to survive. anti-fatness blames and punishes you for failing at an achievement that is quite literally impossible. anti-fatness is a $90 billion dollar industry. anti-fatness is being denied gender-affirming care. anti-fatness is being barred from in vitro fertilization and reproductive healthcare. anti-fatness is being barred from adopting children. anti-fatness is being removed from your loving parents because they couldn’t make you thin. anti-fatness is intentionally starving your own baby so they won’t get fat. anti-fatness is disproportionately high suicide rates. anti-fatness is being killed at the hands of medical neglect and mistreatment. anti-fatness is the world preferring a dead body over a fat one.

[ehlihr]

IF I WERE A WEAPON - A Dungeon Meshi Animatic about Kabru

Finally deciding to just post the semi-rough animatic! Enjoy :-)

[grahamkennedy]

A police officer shoots his ex boyfriend and partner with his police issued gun and the grieving queer community BEGS for them not to march in pride because we literally just lost two of our own, and there's absolutely no sympathy from the cops? I'm not surprised, but I'm disgusted and appalled. ACAB includes queer cops too.

[igottatho]

A new world is possible, my friends. Le Guin famously said: “The profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable; so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings.”

We WILL free Palestine

[atomikats]

deadpool resurgence, quick, post ellie

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Billy Joel (as he appeared in the music video) forced me to sing the entirety of We Didn’t Start the Fire from memory or else he’d beat me to death.