I feel like I should personalise this

oh would you look at that, im trying

[ne0tix]

Haiii 😅😅😅

[straightupclownin]

His greed sickens me

[cordeliadelamare]

the greed they speak of in the bible

[fish-in-the-cup]

Omgggg ahhhhh I'm so proud of this!!! It took me 19 hours!!! I've never actually animated in color or a full animation before, I respect animators so much more now lol. I genuinely don't know how they do it :)))

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

Walks up to the microphone and meows really loud for a full 8 minutes

[acid-miwi]

Sometimes I have to step back for a moment and think about how far my au's have strayed from canon. Anyway here's more about the cult Bruce runs after the zombie apocalypse breaks out.

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Early in the days of Bruce's town leadership, he discovered that it was nigh on impossible to run a functional society in the apocalypse when most people were so very aggressive.

Even behind the safety of the town's walls, fights over food still broke out unrelentingly, territorial disputes causing fractures that Bruce could not ignore within his people. It was in everyone's best interest that Bruce figured out a solution.

It was only when Vance stepped up as Bruce's treasured enforcer that a system was finally established. The idea for Blessings was a shared effort. Vance suggested making use of the Churches sprawling cellars for unruly folks with a penchant for disturbance. Bruce came up with the more...well, the more intense aspects of it.

It wasn't like they were really drugging anyone. Bruce gave everyone who arrived the chance to leave or say no at any time. Those who truly wanted to live a fulfilling and peaceful life stayed. Plus, the flowers used in the Drink of Reinvigoration were hardly strong enough to be considered a drug.

The first person to be Blessed was a very angry boy about Bruce's age called Matty. He spent his week in the Cellar relatively peacefully, kept in total darkness with little to no food. When he emerged and the procedure was less honed, Bruce just doused him in the Drink and waited to see if it would work.

Matty never caused trouble again. That was the first day since Bruce accepted his sister's death that he cried, this time tears of joy streaming down his cheeks. It worked. He could keep everyone safe and happy here, protected from the violent Rotters outside the wall and from their own human urge for cruelty.

The method worked. Everyone was content, healthy, and safe.

Until Finney Blake and Robin Arellano arrived and ruined everything.

[cordeliadelamare]

throws confetti and cheers

Reblog to let prev know their presence is wanted

[headfullof-ideas]

Ninjago auuu. Will loves his wife Very Much, and he’d love for their son to not slander his mother

Also, this one has, by far, my favorite storyboards, so you get to look at that to

[acid-miwi]

Finn is starting to think that they're running out of people to send after him.

This latest assassin is a skinny, bug eyed, greasy haired kid who can't be any older than nineteen. He has a blow gun full of rotter smeared darts but can't seem to use it. It only took Robin one good hit to knock him out and just one length of rope to bind him.

"The last one wasn't this weak, right?" Finn murmurs in Robin's ear, snorting when he adamantly shakes his head.

"Not even close."

The kids lips are peppered with sores and his stomach is grotesquely swollen compared to the rest of his toothpick body, a textbook sign of starvation. His eyelids flutter a bit as he comes back to consciousness.

"...d-don't kill me. My partner-"

"There's another one of you?" Robin butts in loudly, pressing the nozzle of his rifle to the kids throat. He swallows nervously and closes his eyes to block out the sight.

"I didn't say that."

"Oh yes you did, coño. Don't lie to me. It won't end well." Finn shakes himself mentally to snap out of the stupor he seems to enter whenever Robin gets to behave like this.

"Cut him some slack, the kid looks terrified." Robin raises a skeptical eyebrow but steps back, lowering the rifle to his side. Finn really wants to kiss him, but now isn't the time. "What's your name, kid?"

"Uh- Griffin. Griffin Stagg. You're Finn. He's Robin. The Great Leader hates you guys."

"Is that why you're here to kill us?"

Finn's too slow to decipher exactly what the dawning grin on the kid- Griffin's- face until it's too late. Something very sharp presses against his throat.

"No." A different voice says cooly. "That's what I'm here for."

Fuck.

[acid-miwi]

Time has lost a lot of its meaning ever since the infection arrived, but Finn makes an effort to track it for Robin. While not always accurate, today should be Robin's birthday.

Finn wakes early the morning of, scribbling a message into the wall with a dusty permanent marker to let Robin know that he's just out scavenging. The house they're staying in is pretty damn nice, and it's one of the first times they've been able to sleep in a bed in a very long while.

He slips from the room and hoists his shotgun over his shoulder. It's not practical for close quarters range, but there aren't a lot of Rotters here, in sun roasted Arizona. They've all been baked to skeletons.

He steps outside and breathes in the cool night air, enjoying the moon gleaming through thick, dark clouds. A few miles away, as Finn noticed during their travels, is a ransacked mall. His hope is to find something interesting for Robin as a gift. Its not every year you turn 21. Ideal would be a new jacket, as Robin's current one is shredded by weathering. Maybe some bandages, Ritalin, or new boots. If he's really lucky he'll find a sealed bag or bottle or something.

It won't be a perfect gift, nothing ever really will, but he knows that it'll give Robin a boost of serotonin that will lighten his mood immeasurably. That thought is what makes this all worth it.

Tilting his head back to sniff the air and finding no traces of the distinct, sweet rot he knows to associate with danger, Finn steels himself and begins the long walk.

[acid-miwi]

When the Infection started out, Finney Blake was seventeen years old. He had a boyfriend, a job, and a good college lined up after graduation.

He didn't know how to use a gun, hadn't killed anyone, and hadn't really learned when it meant to be hungry yet.

Finn missed the old days, sometimes. He missed being able to go to the supermarket and grab an armful of snacks whenever he wanted. He missed washing machines, brushing his teeth regularly, his biggest worry being his father's heavy hand.

Terrance Blake, sloughing skin and hungry, hungry, hungry eyes, dribbling his intestines out through a slash in his stomach.

Now Finney Blake was twenty and engaged (congratulations!), could use a gun, and had killed more people than he could count on both him and Robin's hands. He was happy.

Well, he would be happier if he could find his sister, who was haunting him in his dreams every night begging for help. Or if the Cult whose home he accidentally destroyed would stop sending hopeless bounty hunters after him.

That would definitely make him more cheerful, for sure.

[ninanation]

Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people

[ninanation]

please keep talking about how Becky from Maryland doesn't like the rising gas prices. It's clearly the more pressing issue.

[creacher-art]

USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.

This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:

ActionAid India

SEEDS India

GlobalGiving

Raise India (Project Tapan)

[loveridden1999]

you can have multiple most gorgeous looking women giving performance of their lifetime in a movie or show yet people will still come out obsessing & wanting to fuck a white man with the personality of a wet cardboard

[haymitchyappernathy]

this is how jeff yellowjackets stans sound to me

[haymitchyappernathy]

ben wang going from playing certified funnyguy hank olson to Saddest Boy In The World wyatt callow will never cease to amuse me

[postpunkclarity]

Finn before and after killing The Grabber.

[ooonik01]

they know we hate to see tanned brunette boy and Pin wolfhar variant coming.

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

ewwwwww cooties !!!!😖

[cordeliadelamare]

just stopped someone from getting hacked #soproud

reminder that if you see comments like this under your posts

they are scams. the blog may look legit but thats because it has already been hacked and the scammer is using it to access more accounts. do not engage in conversations with them and do not accept any links they send you

[araneaeonmyc]

i scream in agony when i click on something on accident and it takes me somewhere