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[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[lostmf]

By @hel7l7

[motrothi]

Catelyn Holding Robb

I was listening to "I Have Never Loved Someone" by My Brightest Diamond, and it made me sad about them. Go listen if you'd like to be sad too.

[kathrynmhahn]

KATE BECKETT Castle 8.02

[needystreameredits]

Dark KAngel Sprite Gifs

[aloafofmymind]

My favorite part of episode 2 is how much they had fun.

[syndromestatic]

the boys r fighting!! Drew this as an introductory piece to a new software im using!

[therukurals]

The Kingdom of Surfaces, Sally Wen Mao (insp.)

[ringoeatingbugsoffthefloor]

If you're a millennial that loved Bugs and dwelled in the depths of LiveJournal around 2010, or if you're down to check out a hidden gem--

Dip under the cut 👁️👁️

So have you ever loved a fanfiction you read so much that you decided "hey let's make a fake book cover for it even though IT'S BEEN ABANDONED ON LIVEJOURNAL AND WAS NEVER COMPLETED AND LEFT ON A SOUL-SHATTERING CLIFFHANGER FOR 15 YEARS?"

Because I did, last night, out of a rose-tinted nostalgic rage 😮‍💨👌✨

During the peak of my Beatles special interest, there was a fanfic on LiveJournal called Pandemic by eleanorrigby_66 (shout out if you're still out there somewhere), and my god, it is a whirlwind of everything horrible that could possibly happen. It was like a mixed vibe of 28 Days Later, Crossed (don't read it), and sort of Flowers in the Attic? If you're a millennial, loved Bugs, and we're in the darkest corners of LJ, you might know about it.

The story is a huge ball of sadness, viscera, anguish, and depravity. It was like a brutal train wreck you couldn't look away from. If the names were flipped and it had some revisions, Istg, it could've been a published novel.

Anyway, this is based on a scene in the story where (get ready for this, wtf) John and Ringo are going high speed backwards in an ambulance escaping a hoard of infected in the middle of London. Ringo has a bat and there's an infected in the back of the ambulance, and while Ringo is swinging at it to knock it out the open back doors, the infected dude gashes open Ringo's hand with a knife. It gets crazier from there. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

All four of them go through so many unspeakable things, but it almost felt like the author had a vendetta towards George for a while, and then it changed to Ringo. Like omfg, calm down. 😰

I am cringe, and I am free. 🫡🌈

I think the whole 28 Days revival inspired this, tbh. The world's in flames with an uncertain future, so I'm getting looser with my artwork, screw it.

[mediavol-o]

shitty drawings from this weekend always trying something new SIGH

[gollldrush]

@cursedvessels dark shimi au.

The door slams, heavy footsteps trudge down the hallway and soften as they pass the threshold of the bedroom door. Her eyes are squeezed shut; her body as still as possible. She prays internally that he will just leave her alone and go to sleep. But it’s never been that easy for her. Whatever was out there stopped listening to her years ago.

By now, she knows not to fight back. It’s easier to not struggle, usually less painful if she manages to keep quiet while he got his hits in. She doesn’t know what she did wrong this time. The house was clean, the dishes put away, laundry done… none of it matters. It dawns on her later that she never cleared her phone history, that a tab was pulled up with the information for a battered woman’s shelter was right there in plain view. She was going to leave him, and he couldn’t have that.

--

The alleyway smells of piss and rotting trash. It’s cold, and she’s wheezing in pain as her body is hauled from a car and rashly tossed to the ground below. Her head thuds against bricks and lolls to the side, staring through bruised and swollen eyes at the blood that’s trailing from the rear door.

Eric stands with his feet on either side of her legs. There’s no emotion on his face as he bends and reaches for the knife in his pocket. Leo whimpers, lifts an unsteady hand to try to bat his away, resulting in her palm being sliced open. He looks almost mechanical as he backs up a bit, makes a face – grits his teeth.

And plunges the knife right into her abdomen.

His gloved hand shoves into her mouth to quiet her screaming, unphased by how her teeth feel as they sink into the leather of it. She’s squirming, muffled pleas drowned the sound of his own heart thudding in his ears. It’s like once he starts, he can’t stop; almost mesmerized by the act. The knife drags upwards at a choppy angle, recedes, and then plunges again.

When he yanks his hand from her mouth, the glove is covered in punctures and drool, snot. She’s writhing on the ground, each jarring movement of her body sending shockwaves of pain throughout the rest of her. Her hands pathetically cover her stomach like she can hold in all the blood. Eric doesn’t stay much longer; one last look at his work and he slips into his car and leaves her to die.

Leo’s heaving in breaths, sickened by the feeling of her torn flesh beneath her palms. Her eyes drift to the pool of blood beside her in time to catch that damn reflection that had haunted her for years. It’s almost like they’re smiling. And in the strangest of ways, it’s comforting.

A gasp in and her eyes drift upwards, closing. A few moments later they open. Close again. Flutter open…A man is leaning over her, saying something. She squints at the feeling of familiarity. Her mouth parts to speak but nothing comes out except for a raspy squeak. Her hand lifts, clawing desperately at his skin like she's begging him to save her.

[lostmf]

By 11 shit was already fucked up

So I would be still 5 I guess

[mystery-star]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 13 | Infection

Gladiator (2000)

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Berrypaw

Aliases / Nicknames: Brat, Bratpaw, Annoying Flea

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, five unnamed littermates

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: apprentice

Characteristics: talks back, childish, shameless, bold

Motive to Harm: fun

Number of Victims: 1+

Number of Murders: 0

Murder Method: N/A

Method of Harm: disrespecting his leader, disrespecting StarClan

Known Victims: Specklestar, StarClan in general

Victim Profile: his leader, his ancestors

Cause of Death: crushed by fallen branch

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

He learned early on that the best way for cats to pay attention to him was to annoy them.

Play games? Only works if they have the time and until they're tired.

Flicking their ears or sticking out his tongue at them? They'll be so irritated that they'll stick around him.

He was born in a large litter of six healthy kits, and that was a lot of divided attention for his parents. Berrykit started acting out because of frustration at not being soothed or spoken to enough by his mother or father. The moment he did something bad, he was scolded, but all he could focus on was that his parents were paying attention to him.

Berrypaw focused on training and, not including the occasional prank or joke, was professional when he was alone or only with his mentor. But the moment there was a peer around or more than two other cats, he put on his smirk and began his prodding.

The bigger the crowd, the better. He loved being the centre of attention, it didn't matter if that attention was negative.

This all culminated in his final, big joke: saying "I don't" to the Clan leader instead of "I do" during his warrior ceremony.

Immediately he was met with anger and gasps. No one thought that it was funny, but that didn't matter. Berrypaw thought it was funny, and a big smile spread on his face as he looked up at his flustered and annoyed leader.

Specklestar pressed on, asking if Berrypaw knew what he was doing, asking if he was sure. As Berrypaw kept confirming, Specklestar's questions became more serious. She asked if Berrypaw knew he was disrespecting his leader and StarClan, then if Berrypaw was sure he wanted to continue with his attitude, reminding him that StarClan was watching.

Berrypaw put on an innocent face, saying that he knows he's not ready to finish training, so why is everyone putting up such a fuss? He's just being honest.

Eventually the meeting ended and Berrypaw was punished with cleaning out the elder's den and cleaning the dirtplace until after everyone else was asleep.

Then he curled up in his nest in the apprentice's den--unusually cold and quiet with all his littermates now sitting vigil.

He was about to drift into sleep when he heard creaking from above. Then the den roof collapsed.

Additional Information:

--His littermates were the first to hurry to the apprentice's den because they were already up.

--The branch would have fallen even if StarClan was not disrespected--they did not cause it to fall. But had Berrypaw not ruined his own ceremony, he wouldn't have been in the apprentice's den at that time, and would have survived.

--Base: F2u Apprentice Base by KouNavi48 on DeviantArt

[saturnmused]

“When did you get this?” the Corinthian, tracing a curious, unnatural-looking scar on Destruction. he doesn’t remember it being there before. it rattles him to know the Endless can be scarred at all.

❝ BEER BOTTLE. back of the head, ❞ destruction supplies the information that the corinthian seeks, as other pries carefully at the scar hidden along scalp. the endless remembers being 𝙹𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙳 at the injury, but mostly at the fact of the human's cruelty, what seemed an easy decision to pursue violence at another's expense. the blood on his hands, he remembers, was a pure red, a deeper crimson than even human blood, but 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈 similar ; it was only after stumbling to the ground that the other had fled, & destruction had been left to tend to his wounds. ❝ i challenged an asshole in a bar. humans . . . ❞ the king of destruction & creation takes in a slow breath, inhale & exhale, waits for it to 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 him before he continues, looking at the corinthian with an open gaze. they have no secrets with him. ❝ it appears the waking world can harm us endless in more ways than i'd originally thought. ❞

[wolfsteax]