11.12.2018 | my submission for the death note zine, alumina, from earlier this year.
{after the funeral ⚰️}
One Nice Bug Per Day
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11.12.2018 | my submission for the death note zine, alumina, from earlier this year.
{after the funeral ⚰️}
SLIME IS WA
ermine etho based on this tweet by @/ohsnyappers + bonus shrewdubs
https://x.com/ohsnyappers/status/1896619279279419638?s=46
please go and support them if you can!
bdubs dead wife energy animated
my favourite way to fight art block is by snapping so enjoy this
it must feel good as hell when you’re a horse and you take a big bite out of an apple like ttshoke
your command over onomatopoeia is unmatched bestie
i feel like this is exactly how i sound when i post on here
ROBOTNIK: BEHOLD! 1000 cereals! I collect cereals! It took me NINE yeareals to collect the cereals! yæM yuM Cereals. Goooooood.
SCRATCH: CONGRATULATIONS!
ROBOTNIK: SHUT. UUUUUUP! €€€€€€€£ Ph Ph Ph Pbodhbodhddddd Acsuus Acsuus! FfffUCK STEven universe!
i keep thinking about like. how the brutality levels vary between seasons and how secret life is the natural culmination of everything these people have been through and the watchers pushing everything to extremes. i’m going to try to articulate how crazy this makes me
3rd Life: god. 3rd life was a clear cut war. we haven’t seen a season since where nearly everyone has such an intense devotion to their chosen faction. the fact that there’s no precedent that they’re coming back next season, the fact that as far as they know, dying means staying dead, makes just how much they’re willing to go down with the ship that much more heartbreaking. grian ended the season exactly how it was played by damn near everyone else— i love you, i would do anything for you, i would rather die than keep going without you. the season of widows.
Last Life: and then they come back. and then ending things isn’t an option. and all of a sudden it’s not a war, it’s a death match, and damn is the competition is vicious. deaths are more often than not a vague, impersonal thing— not get away from my king, my husband, my charge— just the flash of a knife and a quick sorry, just playing the game! if 3rd life told you to hold the ones you love close, defend them to your last breath, last life urges you to burn that love out of your chest entirely.
Double Life: but everything slows down eventually. no more dying for the one you love— just learning to live with them. double life is about knowing that when you die, you will go together, hand and hand into the dark. a soap opera, the players joke. a small kindness, the universe replies. again, pearl wins the same way everyone else lost— no, not yet, please, just give us a little longer together, i’m not ready, i’m so sorry—
Limited Life: but the clock, unyielding, ticks ever onward. and god, everyone is starting to feel it. that sick, nauseating feeling of dread creeping up on them: what if it never ends? what if this is it, this is all that’s left for us— tearing each other apart over and over and over again, and for what? for a show? to feed those hungry things lurking in the dark? we’ll give them a show. bombs rain from the sky, the world shaking under the weight of it. there isn’t a thing left by the end that’s not rubble. we’re all doomed! the players cry, laughing with nothing but nihilistic, unrestrained joy. none of it matters! we come back again, and again, and again, have a little fun with it! light the fuse, collateral be damned. when death means so little, what’s the point in pretending they don’t take a little joy in it? we settle this like grian and scar before us, scott jokes, armor and weapons tossed to the side. are you insane? martyn thinks, remembering the hollow look that would wash over grian’s face when he thought no one was watching. it ruined him. it will not ruin me. this is a death match for a reason.
Secret Life: and here it is. the natural conclusion. this season is candy colored, the map dotted with cute pink houses and silly builds, the players all running around doing these ridiculous tasks. it’s so easy to forget how bloody this season was. unclosing wounds, bruises that don’t fade, the sting of fire or falling from a simple misstep. the hurt never goes away, but it gets easier to ignore— distract yourself with something silly to pass the time: spyglasses and frogs and the ugliest house you’ve ever seen and matching leather jackets and the doghouse and the relationSHIP and a weird tunnel full of doors and secret soulmates and god it’s almost, almost, enough to forget how much it all aches, how much the grief weighs on you, how many times someone you love has died, sometimes to your own blade. almost none of the grudges you hold are real by now, not really. not when you’re going to live and die with these people for as long as the hungry, many-eyed things delight in your suffering. you love each other, in the strangest way— sure you’ve all killed and betrayed each other in a thousand different ways, but at the end of the day, they’re all you have. clinging to each other in the face of the vast, unknowable horrors that drive you to slash each other to pieces. it’s still a game, after all. they’ve gotta figure out how to be good sports about it eventually.
Damn they were all about the glitter 30 years ago huh?
30?
Idk 32 or something I stopped counting
i came across ur fic ‘jokes to tell when the apocalypse is over’ and had to come over here and tell you i genuinely think it is one of the best things i have ever read. i can’t even think of the words to describe it but it was beautiful. thank you for writing it <3
OWAGHHHHHH thank you!!!!!!!! I'm immensely proud of it, and I'm really happy to hear that other people like it too :]
Have a bonus facts about it!: The whole thing is primarily inspired by the song 'What Are We Gonna Do Now by Indigo de Souza, which is where the final chapter gets its name and the hit line 'I love you. I'm sorry. I know you're tired.'
mumbo in his villain arc (he’s a menace to his own self)
something about the way etho types in chat is so endearing
op i hope you dont mind if i add some of my own
smh missing my favourite one
happy together in an alternate universe
Ethoooo 🐸🌸 for @hotguycalendar 's hermit heartthrobs calendar!
on the life series, loops, and love @/thirdtimed // on loving, forugh farrokhzad // x // @/sodiumfreak // the only thing, sufjan stevens // @/imwiremother // gaby dunn // dogfish, mary oliver
feeling extremely normal about these two