#unfortunately this was just better

[800db-cloud]

i’m literally shaking buy them brown contacts pls

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Trapped in a vicious cycle of pining? Try gay sex! (More things to learn over at Tiger Tiger!)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hey can you guys watch them for a second

[cheerfullycatholic]

Idk why I care that no one is voting to get cannibalized, it's arguably the worst option, I didn't even pick it. Anyway, here's the story

Anthropophagus - tw for horror and death

Marlene Melendez awoke abruptly from a dreamless sleep. She lived alone in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. It was common to hear, late at night, the clamor of wild animals, people digging through the dumpsters, or music blaring through the speakers of the cars that parked on the curb. Tonight however, she woke up to a scream. Sitting in her bed, breathing heavily and blinking away the sleep from her eyes, Marlene threw the sherpa blanket off of her. She told herself that it was part of a dream, and walked to her small kitchen to grab a glass of water. As she reached for the cabinet door above her head, another scream from somewhere outside rang out, causing her to jump in fright.

“What was that!?” She exclaimed to the darkness in her room, clutching her arms as a shiver ran down her spine. She hastily walked towards the only window that faced the street outside, grabbing her phone off of the nightstand as she went and parted the blinds.

The area around her apartment was sparsely lit. The empty street was illuminated by two lampposts, while another one lit up the parking lot across from the apartment building.

Standing below the lamppost, in the middle of the parking lot, was a man. Marlene didn’t notice anything strange about him at first, besides the strangeness of his presence. He wore dark jeans, a gray hoodie with the hood pulled up, and dirty sneakers. It took her a moment to notice that he was wearing a white mask that covered his entire face and that he was staring motionless in her direction. His hands were in his pockets, head tilted slightly to the right, looking up at her. Backing away from the window, Marlene dialed 911. Just as she raised the phone to her ear, there was a bang, and the yellow light in the kitchen blinked out, the fridge went silent, the fan in the corner stopped spinning.

“We’re sorry, the number you dialed cannot be reached at this time. Please hang up and try a-“ Marlene looked at her phone, the last light remaining in her apartment, and ended the call. Hands shaking, she turned on her phone’s flashlight and raced back to the window. All of the lights were out; the lamp posts, the stop light at the end of the street, the closed sign in the small shop window next to the parking lot. The quarter moon did little to illuminate the area, but Marlene saw enough to know the man was gone.

Turning away from the window, Marlene stepped into her slippers and unlocked her apartment door, shining the light into the pitchblack hallway. She thought she’d meet her neighbor out here, a kind but quiet woman who works second shift at one of the local factories. She’s usually just getting home around this time, watching the television for an hour or two and would’ve been awake for the blackout. Marlene gingerly knocked on her neighbor’s door.

“Keri? Are you home?” She called when her knocks were ignored. Marlene pressed her ear against the door, listening for any sign of life, but there was none. Sighing, Marlene turned towards the dark hallway, clutching her phone tightly. The maintenance man’s apartment was on the first floor, beside the lobby. If he was there, she could talk to him. She needed someone to talk to, to reassure her that everything was fine.

Quietly, she made her way to the staircase, opening the large, heavy metal door with a grinding creak. Marlene tried not to think of the masked stranger in the parking lot, but she couldn’t stop wondering if he was in the building, and if he heard her in the staircase. Her footsteps echoed through the stairwell, shadows following her in her descent. She glanced behind her as she went, her paranoia growing until she hit the ground floor and pushed open the door that led into the dark lobby.

“Hello?” Marlene called anxiously, taking a step into the darkness. “Mr. Mundy…? Are you there?”

The sound of shuffling feet came from the far-left corner, near the maintenance man’s apartment. Marlene pointed her phone’s flashlight in that direction, but the light’s reach ended just before his door. Marlene gulped, legs shaking. She took a step forward, then another. Mr. Mundy’s door was open, a gloved hand holding onto the side. Marlene took another step forward, her voice caught in her throat. One more step made the gloved hand pull away, into the impenetrable blackness, and Marlene ran.

Her hands slammed into one of the panes of the revolving door, the snarls and grunts of the person behind her approaching as she frantically pushed through the entrance. Right before she was free, the revolving door stopped moving. Marlene pushed harder, but it wouldn’t budge. Turning, she screamed, shining her flashlight at the man on the other side. He was tall, much taller than she remembered him being. He wore the same clothes from before, but they were torn and bloody, as though he was scratching at himself. His white mask was broken, revealing his mouth, that was pulled back in a sneer. His yellowed teeth dripped with saliva and blood as he held the door still, preventing her from escape. He said nothing as he began to pull on the door, forcing her towards him.

“Please, don’t!” Marlene cried, pushing with all her might against the door. The man snarled, pulling harder until there was a big enough gap to slip through.

Marlene’s screams filled the dank air in the apartment building, but no one was around to hear her.

Idk if anyone else has done something like this but new poll!

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

I could wax poetic about why Viktor's League backstory is inherently more interesting and more thematically resonant than where they went with him in Arcane season 2, but the cold hard truth is

a man covered in grease and probably blood who builds his own body out of scraps with his own two hands, can in fact build any contraption out of dinted metal sheets and a few screws including a deathray, performs deeply inadvisable operations on desperate but consenting people with his own tools, generates a cult following against his wishes because of his ability to inadvisably help people but the power's all his now anyway so he may as well, wants to clean up and save the undercity but is (only sort of) misunderstood as a walking Geneva Convention violation a freak and a supervillain, torments his arch-nemesis on at least a weekly basis and probably homoerotically hunts him for sport, had his life's work misattributed to people in the ruling class and is angry and tragic about it forever, tries to rip out his own emotions and is unsuccessful but pretends like he was not, is actually oddly kind to children, and is at the end of the day still just some guy,

is just hotter okay

[cursedshrines]

of course the show that is fundamentally centered around two sisters and their tragedies becomes centered around men and said sisters are sidelined and their arcs are pushed to the sidelines and all the phenomenal care that went into their characters went down the drain. ​one’s arc is literally “the traumatized / mentally unwell character’s happy ending is committing suicide because they are simply too broken to heal and be happy” trope, and her mental instability is forgotten. the other is reduced to a mere plot device, has no agency of her own, and her trauma and anger is treated like a complete and utter joke for the sake of a shitty ship, and because the writers literally, point blank, were bored with her. it’s so sad because the tragedy of these sisters is so utterly devastating, so encompassing and so intricately woven into the narrative. but make it about two men i suppose?

[tubbytarchia]

got an urge to design ponies oops

[transemmrichvolkarin]

i would like to discuss the coffee situation in the lighthouse.

this is the apparent coffee station in the kitchen. little coffee maker, a couple of unlabeled bottles of additives (i assume), and a bunch of cups including these cute little decorated ones that scream ren faire souvenir

oh and also: two giant open baskets of coffee beans underneath the table. (and a sack of Unidentifiable Brown, but let's ignore that for now because i couldn't get any good pictures of it. it's not the same texture, anyway, so i can't confidently say it is More Coffee.)

that's a lot of coffee beans. that is A Lot Of Coffee Beans for eight people, even if they make 3-4 pots a day. at least one of those pots is for lucanis insomnia purposes, a few cups are for neve to boil into a cognitohazard, and the rest of the team might have a cup or two in the morning, but i don't know enough of their coffee habits to say for certain. 3-4 pots is a generous estimate. so what do they have over 20 pounds of coffee beans for? are they using all of those before they go stale in an open basket? lucanis is a coffee snob, i refuse to believe he's buying all of that if he doesn't think they'll use it while it's still fresh.

But okay. benefit of the doubt here. maybe they've got some stay-fresh ziploc magic on it, and that's a month's supply for a greater amount of coffee per day than my estimates.

but wait. in the pantry. what's that?

oh my god it's an even bigger basket of coffee beans. what are you doing with 50 pounds of coffee beans. you are NOT using all that, this is more coffee than a party of 8 could even try to consume before it went stale in, again, an OPEN CONTAINER. i don't even want to consider whether those sacks next to it might have more, there's no way they could possibly have...

two more. giant baskets. of coffee beans.

there are more baskets of coffee beans in the lighthouse than vegetables. the lighthouse is constantly out of onions because the guy in charge of the shopping spends half the grocery budget on coffee beans. lucanis drinks 6 pots a day and his blood-to-caffeine ratio is 50-50. no wonder spite can smell colors.

[bunnieswithknives]

OH MY GOD??? HAS IT SERIOUSLY BEEN A MONTH????? I am so sorry guys

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[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: I don't know my left and right!

Bad: What do you mean you don't know your left and right?!

Tubbo: I'M DYSLEXIC!!!

Bad: That's got nothing to do with left and right!!!

Tubbo: Oh my god, it literally does! That's not even a bit, it's like the main thing of dyslexia! [Laughs]

Bad: I thought it was just like, mixing up the letters! You're saying you actually mix left and right difficult?

Tubbo: MATE– EVERYTHING'S MIXED UP!

Foolish: You know what, we'll see you on Twitter, Bad.

Bad: I– didn't know that, ok? I feel like– that's not a real thing!

Tubbo: WHAT?!? I'm sat right here!

Fit: Hmm... That's a little problematic, isn't it? It's a little problematic. 🤨

Tubbo: This is just like the chairs! He hates everything about me as a person!

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Bad: Go to the left, go to the left and–

Tubbo: I don't know my left and right! This way?

Bad: Left. Left left left!

Tubbo: [Shouting over him] SORRY!

Bad: What do you mean you don't know your left and right?!

Bad: You got it!

Tubbo: Thank you.

Bad: Yippee!

Foolish: [Laughs as he imitates Tubbo] "I don't know my left and right!"

Tubbo: I'M DYSLEXIC!!!

Foolish: [Chuckling] That was awesome.

Bad: That's got nothing to do with left and right!!! I think you're just dumb!

Tubbo: Oh my god, it literally does! It literally does.

Bad: No it doesn't!

Tubbo: I feel– Dude, I– [Puts his head in his hands] Mate.

Bad: [Sounding a little less-certain] ...Does it?

Tubbo: Yeah, it does!

Bad: Does it actually?

Tubbo: Yeah, it does!

Bad: Wait, really???

Tubbo: YEAH!

Foolish: Way to go Bad, now you're just an asshole.

Bad: Aw... :(

Tubbo: That's not even a bit, it's like the main thing of dyslexia! [Laughs]

Bad: I thought it was just like, mixing up the letters! You're saying you actually mix left and right difficult?

Tubbo: MATE– EVERYTHING'S MIXED UP!

Foolish: You know what, we'll see you on Twitter, Bad.

Bad: I– didn't know that, ok? I feel like– that's not a real thing!

Tubbo: WHAT?!? I'm sat right here!

Foolish: [Laughs]

Fit: [Sarcastic] Yeah, it's not real guys, it's not real.

Bad: No, I feel like he's making this part up!

Foolish: You see how he was mansplaining it to you? He was kinda mansplaining it too...

Tubbo: [Rubbing his temples] Just mansplaining to me dyslexia.

Fit: Hmm... That's a little problematic, isn't it?

Bad: No! I'm just asking if he's being serious or not!

Fit: It's a little problematic. 🤨

Bad: So it really isn't obvious, like your words?

Tubbo: This is just like the chairs! He hates everything about me as a person!

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

I will die on the hill that to understand Anidala you have to accept that Padme saw the red flags clear as day and went for it anyway. Why? Because Anakin was honest with her. Because Anakin, for all his idolising and putting her on a pedestal, still saw and treated her as a human being, even argued against her at times without fear or without hiding behind clever words. Because Anakin made her feel the youth that was taken from her at a young age. She was captured by the boyish charm and the awkwardness and the blunt honesty, and so when he came to her with a billion red flags, she went for it anyway. He was a breath of fresh air to her.

To understand Anidala you must understand they are 100% freak4freak. They are both children who grew up too fast and are now in a secret relationship giggling like teenagers in their twenties. This is vital to them. Padme is not a flawless character or an idea of perfection, on the contrary she is a very human character who was put in charge of her people at fourteen, something that had a lasting impact on her, and so she is choosing her childhood joy and a fairytale romance over the red flags her husband is waving. She is the OG ‘I can fix him’ mentality. No one is doing it like her.

‘The red flags are mass murder’ and the point still stands.

[kinshipacrosstime]

i want to be clear, i don’t want a “redemption arc” kipperlilly because i hate her for her anger management issues. i don’t want a “redemption arc” kipperlilly because the villainy of her, for me, is in her entitlement.

it’s in her fetishization of riz’s life problems— of his race, his single parent home, his traumatic connection to the season one big bad— and her conceptualizing them as the reason he’s a successful adventurer with a personal relationship with the person running their school, when in reality, he actually just works his ass off.

kip’s faults don’t lie in her unchecked and uncontrolled anger, but in the specifics of the thing that she’s angry about. her life, in her mind (in my read of the character), is too good to be the life of a good adventurer. she has both her parents, she’s financially stable, her parents don’t abuse her like adine’s do her. sure, she has problems, but she doesn’t have the big problems that you get to put in your college essays to prove you’ve overcome adversity.

the actual problem with her worldview is that she thinks riz is able to go on exciting adventures and is able have “friends in high places” because of the fantasy world version of affirmative action or dei— because he’s a goblin with a sad backstory.

which is so mundane in its villainy, but so prevalent in so many real life people. it’s a commentary i appreciate, personally, having experienced that villainy first hand in my life, and it was extremely gratifying, for me, to watch the representation of that worldview be destroyed as quickly as the rat grinders were destroyed.

*this isn’t to say, obviously, that i think klcp defenders are wrong for defending her from her own canon ending (so far), just that i wanted to point out that purely villainous reading of her in the fandom do come from more than just the place of hating her for her inability to manage her anger bc i’ve seen a few posts that had me thinking abt it.

[ganondoodle]

some demise and hylia doodles i meant to get done yesterday but struggled alot with :,)

[cockworkangels]

tried really hard to capture some of his whimsy

[appleciderjulie]

NOT what i meant by self love but alright

[hottopiccashregister]

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