#we're sure to drown

[artemisdesari-blog]

PARANOiD DJ - 'We're Sure To Drown (Husk's Tale)' feat. Cycoriot (Hazbin...

And yet more Careless To Let It Fall music posting! This is another one that I listen to so that I can get into the Dooku headspace, although mostly the mid war Dooku and Obi-Wan conversation headspaces. It’s pretty obvious when you listen to it and hear how despairing Husk is of his circumstances and his insistence that he can’t be saved and I really feel that for Dooku to a degree. This song was actually one of my earliest themes for the story as a whole, beyond Powerless obviously, and so I’ve listened to it quite a lot. It’s definitely a favourite to listen to when I’m writing this one

[ratatatastic]

i know ive called mikksy a white girl drunk but that did not mean he could go ahead and dance like one too... OH oh girl...

6.27.24 (x)(x)

[i-donthaveanygoodidea]

I just love how John describes stuff that really don't need to be "ORTHUR !! ORTHUR !! THE MAN HAS HIS HANDS AROUND YOUR NECK !!! ORTHUR HE'S CHOCKING YOU !!!" yeah man thanks I think he noticed

[cluescorner]

Canto 6 was incomplete

Literally why are we there? Like, we just go to a manor that's in t-corp I guess. But why are we there? We've got another Heathcliff and he's cool but he just shows up pissed off for no reason and then we leave? Weird af. Nelly, Linton, and Josephine were cool and Hindley...existed. But it's a weirdly low number of supporting characters, and I guess that 1 really important and cool one could have made up for it but that didn't happen. Even the Mili song felt incomplete, like only 1/2 of it was there! Such an odd choice to make at the halfway mark for our 12 sinners. It just feels like a lot of stuff was missing and it's really sad because I was excited for Heathcliff's canto.

[thesmokinpossum]

Didn't felt like mentioning it immediately but shoutout to my sick and twisted brain for getting so triggered by an unexpected Christmas parade that I ended up havin the absolute worst panic attack of my entire life (potentially the only real one? I've had a couple other episodes I thought of as panic attacks but they were not even close to that so who knows) to the point where I spent the very last day of my 30th year on this earth in the ER, good times, good times 😊

[ieatwormsandtheytasteverygood]

Guess which bitch now has room on its phone for instagram for the first time in like 3 years. This is only good bc now we can post art there again.

Not that instagram is nice to artists or anything. Just that our art tumblr is so very tiny and unused. Gonna probably have to clear it out somewhat when I finally get around to posting art.

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"Pa and I used to go to the park on our days off," Susannah recalled with a soft, fond smile, her arm wrapped around Philippe's waist as well as they walked. With a full belly and the dreamy darkness of the park around them, she was in good spirits, able to live in the moment, as well as look back on her past with an easier heart.

"We'd either go very early or very late-when there'd be fewer people around," she remembered, kicking a stray pebble off the path: Nothing quite spoiled an outing like the snide looks or annoyed grumbles, so it was better to go when it could just be the two of them. "Sometimes, we'd pack a sort of picnic breakfast or dinner with us, and find a nice place on the grass to eat and talk. Sometimes Pa would bring a book and read aloud from it, and...sometimes we'd watch the sun rise or set.

I...I haven't done it in forever," she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck as she admitted to this. She stopped going to the park so often after her father died, oftentimes opting to instead coop herself up in the house. It just didn't feel the same without him, but maybe now, with Philippe in her life, maybe it was time to start anew. To start going again, and watching the sun the way she used to. To look at it as something beautiful, a grand part of nature, and not the frustrating herald of another long day...

[eldaryadiary]

I was quite excited to finally watch Life on our planet. 10 seconds in, already disappointed - upset, even.

Sharks, living fossils.

As a paleontologist, hearing the words living fossil hurts. They souldn't be used, especially in a scientific context.

A fossil is, by definition, dead - usually an organism that has been dead for millions of years.

" Living fossils " has been used to talk about living organisms - extant species - that look very similar to their fossil - extinct - ancestors (coelacanths, sharks, dragonflies,...). It implies that these organisms have not evolved for millions of years (reminder : all currently living organisms are exactly as evolved, we've all been evolving for the same amount of time since LUCA). It is used by ignorant journalists and, most importantly, by creationists who are using "living fossils" as a proof that evolution isn't real.

So, yeah, you could say it's just a journalistic oxymoron. But using it when adressing an audience is hurtful to evolutionary biology / paleontology.

The prefered term is panchronic species :)

[keeps-ache]

lost vocation: fish

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Harrison looks to his hands that now cradle Lonan’s skull against the cabinet. He feels strange, like an invisible man feeling matter for the first time. Water from the overflowing sink wets Lonan’s hair, drips down his chin, then off Harrison’s wrist—a sensation within a sensation within a sensation.

Like this, Lonan’s eyes raw as sockeye salmon and wide as plates, Harrison understands that just like Cael, Lonan is so young and so hurt. His stare, usually an abundant reel of pacific, is now hollow like a walnut dislodged of its fruit. His bones are fawny, face meek as a lamb’s under the polite knife of slaughter. He’s more motherless than Harrison’s even considered himself. The woman who raised him dead in the Midwest, the other who created him unwilling to remember his middle name. How unfair this all is, these wounded boys.

Now, suffering is a part of Lonan’s serenest face—stitched like gold into his eyebrows, twitching his lip. Tufts of his hacked hair poke into Harrison’s palm, and others are too short to reach. Harrison imagines how it got like that—truly imagines. Hands gripping strands by the root. A rusted pair of scissors, or maybe a knife, biting into the ends. How did Lonan feel, then? What words did he speak, and did he speak them to God? Cael had said something to Harrison in that dank church. My beloved is mine, and I am his; he grazes among the lilies. Somehow, somewhere, Harrison yearns for a pasture to love someone in.

I'm sorry but WHAT in the world IS THIS

From Feeding Habits (patched together from 2020-2022)

[glimblshanks]

Someone come kick me before I try to write a new fic

[greenhouse-radio]

I would like to see it.

ok. icebreaker-type question. imagine time travel exists, but all of the serious super big things that likely come to mind when time travel is a factor is stuff youre not “qualified” for, as a civilian. what stupid, petty, thing do you use time travel for?

personally, i’d buy this one limited-time pin from a con i had no chance of going to, and also buy some transformers animated toys while they were still being sold.

[stargirlstabber]

imagine the task force 141 falsely accusing you of being a traitor to the team. knowing your biggest fear, they use it against you. water. water, where your feet can't touch the ground. water you can't see through. at first it started with waterboarding. then slowly but surely they threatened to drop you into the pool. into the dark, deep pool. even john, who was like a father to you before, didn't help you. no. not at all. actually, he was the one who stepped into the water fully clothed, dragging your crying and squirming form with him into the bloodcurling liquid. your tears blended in with it while you we're screaming, practically begging that you were the wrong one. that you'd never do something like that. but they just stood at the edge of the pool, watching their captain almost drowning your terrified self. how would they react, when they get the information that you really weren't the one...?

[ppulverse]

how can some people be so heartless lol

[emilykaldwen]

here have a preview of the aemond and baela fight from chapter 17!

“Laodijes peldios!” Baela howled at him, her voice a sharp shout on the breeze, her face twisted and ugly with fury, fists at her side as she readied herself to hit him should he get within reach.

Aemond glared at her, the distance between them shrunk now to an arm length. Vhagar was a great shadow behind him and he could feel the sulfuric heat of her breath as she exhaled buffeting at his back. Moondancer was a little ways away, shrieking fearfully and Aemond could not tell if the dragon reflected her rider’s mood, or her fear of Vhagar.

“You’re a fucking fool. Daemon Targaryen is your father, your mother a Velaryon, and you still don’t realize that a dragon cannot be stolen.”

“You had no fucking right!” Baela snarled. “Vhagar was for Rhaena to claim-” “If Vhagar had not wanted me, she would have eaten me and you damn well know it.” Aemond cut her off, watching her jaw click shut with a curl of satisfaction. “Vhagar chose me, not your sister. What? You want to kill me to give her another chance at claiming her? Is that what you’re here? To finish the job that you all started?”

[max-nicoxposts]

Fcuk I I just did the joke. In the notes. Just. I'm never trying to socialize ever again

*trying to socialize* so do you guys want to hear how i'd kill you