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@rik-inthe-rafters
Drew a slimey boi
Early warning sign that your a shit person āØ
If the only example you can think of to be against talking to people and spreading awareness about r*pe is an incredibly toxic situation where the hypothetical person your talking about has become apathetic about their trauma and projects it onto their kid. Then youād rather everyone live in misery as long as it doesnāt affect you āØ
I made some fanart for the Dream smp from early in the series, do you guys like the new style I tried out in the first picture? Let me know what you think plz
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I really fucking want a boyfriend
If you want to really hurt your parents, and you donāt have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts.
Kurt Vonnegut (b. 11 November 1922)
Iām not even sure if I should be mad or not XD
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Buried Roses
I looked around the dark fields, with all of the cracked headstones sticking out of the ground, almost like morbid rows of dominoes, just waiting to be pushed. It was hard to comprehend the fact that every step I took was more likely than not, on top of a dead body. I heaved the rusted shovel onto my shoulder, the edge digging inti it, anyone would probably think that I was some sort of grave robber if they were to see me, in the dead of night, a shovel on my shoulder and dressed so thoroughly in black. No, I was simply here to win a bet, the fact that I was wearing black was simply because of my personal taste. I directed my gaze towards the barren hill in the centre of the grave site. The only speck of life being the blood coloured rose that grew above the odd lump in the ground. Those peculiar aspects were probably what had caused the rumours of a witch being buried alive in the first place. It was ridiculous really, yet everyone believed it, but tonight I was going to prove them all wrong. I was going to dig up that spot and show everyone that there was nothing buried there and it was probably just some sort of natural phenomena.
I trod through the mud, hearing the ghostly caws of the crows behind me. Could tonight be anymore clichƩ? I mean, the only possible way it could would be if there was a storm. I shoved the sharp blade of the shovel into the hard, dried up Earth. I growled as I tried to force the blade deeper into the ground. It was almost like trying to push a stick into a rock. It was a slow process of digging down. I finally stopped after a good couple of hours and had managed to dig down until the dirt was up to my chin. I climbed out of the pit and wiped the dirt on my hands off on my shirt.
I strode away from the supposed grave, feeling victorious when I heard an odd cracking sound come from the freshly dug pit. Turning around, I watched as the rose wilted and seemed to darken to the colour of death.
I continued to stare as a tall, slender women rose up from the ground. She had long almost white hair that hid her face, with what seemed to be vines tangled into it. She had an eerie aura about her as she clawed her way out, hardly seeming to breathe. She froze in place for what felt like hours, the earth around us seeming to do the same, I couldn't even hear the crows at this point. The lady raised her head up at me and stood up in what had been her grave. As she rose a section of her hair fell out of the way of her face, revealing her round, empty eyes, so dead and lifeless that they looked as they were merely glass disks set into her skull. Despite their emptiness I felt as though those eyes were staring into my soul and counting my sins. The next thing I noticed was the red, beating heart that looked as if it had been phasing out of her ribcage but had gotten stuck halfway through. At this point I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, but my fight or flight reflexes hadn't seemed to have kicked in yet. I was frozen in place. The vines almost seemed to act as though they were veins as they weaved in and out of her flesh, connecting to that gruesome heart of hers. As she moved the vines seemed to cut into her, it seemed like it would be painful but she barely flinched as she began stalking towards me, smiling as though it was listening to my thoughts, and mocking them. As her lips parted, showing her teeth I could see how jagged and pointed they were.
"my my my~ has this little town forgotten about me already? Its only been a few short centuries," She said in a voice that sent shivers up my spine. "Although, I suppose there was always the option of a special little snowflake not believing in me. Why don't you tell me what happened sweetheart~"
"You actually exist... I thought it was just a myth!"
"well, you're wrong, I'm real and I'm very hungry~" She growled as she suddenly pounced at me, gripping my throat with her sharp, bloody claws. I gasped for air and tried to kick the creature off of me, but its grip was too strong. I continued to try and squirm away to no avail. I began to gasp for breath as my vision began to go dark around the edges.
This was it, this was the end, I'm going to be killed by something that I didn't think existed...
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.....FULL GAY!
HELL TO THE YES I would
update:
another update lol
Where does this man keep acquiring cats and what did he name the rest of them
I am dubbing this man the cat man
Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.
From raindovemodel
This made me cry. I wish all situations could be handled as perfectly as this
I just want to point out the core of what the diffuser did in this conversation
They recognized that the mother was also expressing a vulnerable truth about herself - that she felt like a bad mother because her child was expressing gender feelings she wasnāt equipped to help with - and met her where she was, a concerned parent with limited information - to point her where she should be heading, research and resources.
Im going to make more of an effort to stop reflexively pushing people away when they express biases and make more of an effort to hear the underlying fears when i can
āitās easier to love ourselves when we feel loved as ourselvesā
damn that is soĀ powerful though
God this always makes me tear up ahahaā¦
since i havenāt seen this floating around tumblr i figured iād post it!! the link on the tweet is broken but this one works too
and as a reminder to the lovely gringos who follow me
(thatās a british pound my google is in portuguese srry)
your money is worth a lotĀ here
they need 1 million brazilbux. less than $200k USD. very doable, letās do it
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Reenactor throws a spear at a drone
What a time to be alive.
āThe medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.
The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down ādragonsā with short spears next year.
Drone owners have another year to develop a unique ādragon-likeā design for their flying machines.ā (x)
I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realizedĀ āoops maybe I shouldnāt have done thatā and tried to make it right, andĀ that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it
just so everyone knows, this has already been memorialized in a runestone
Everything about this post blesses those involved with a +4 on their next Today is Good Day roll
I crack up every time at seeing that runestone.Ā
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Random scene idea that I want to put in one of my animation projects since I have an OC that is a very fluffy moth
Character B: Don't worry I got this!
Character A: What are you going to do? smother them with your fluff?
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Character B: *comes back* Guys! I did it
Character A: Behold the almighty fluff ball!
set is complete
The four horsemen of having a crush on your best friend