#THIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING GREAT

[3majorursaminor7]

He has nine guns. I repeat: he has nine guns. Or at least four that I counted but you could only see the top half of him in that shot. But I'm assuming he's doing the nine guns thing based on that drawing of him that he was so annoyed about.

#Prince started playing and I lost my shit #this is gonna be fucking great #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 teaser #our flag means death season 2 teaser #edward teach #blackbeard #taika waititi

[golyadkin]

it's because i wouldn't let you kill the bounty hunter isn't it

#he's so mean 2 me #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #bg3 tav #these files were titled 'asstarion' on my computer #that'll show him #managed to redress my finger so i can draw #but seeing as this is my first time drawing asstarion i'm not gonna go full lineart and colour #it was fun though he's got a great face #hate drawing his hair though #sorry you don't want to fuck me astarion #sorry you don't have good taste 😤 #also i gave my tav pure black eyes and now every time he frowns it looks like he's got these big puppydog eyes i love him so much

[swedenis-h]

I take your “I don’t remember my mother” and give you “Luke thought Leia and Padmé visions were the same person”

#cus if I found out I had a secret brunette twin with great style #I would immediately assume all visions I had of brunette women with style I had were her!! #I dislike how I wrote leia in this but uh #it is what it is 😭 #anyways this is gonna be context for an evil evil comic I intend on making… #will I go through with it? I hope the fuck so #for my sake more than yours… you’re gonna hate me for it.. #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #my art #star wars #star wars fanart #comic #Star Wars comic #padme amidala #leia organa #luke sykwalker #post RotJ #RotJ

[inkskinned]

you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

#spilled ink #warm up #can you tell what i'm mad about today specifically #i will say that there are a LOT of things that go into this. like a lot. this is ungendered and unspecific for a reason #it isn't just sexism. it's also racism. and ableism. and honestly classism. #and before a healthcare professional reads this as a personal attack: i understand ur burnt out #we are ALSO burnt out. your situation is also dire. this is not an attack on you. #this is a commentary on the incredible amounts of bigotry that lie at the heart of capitalism #where people have to pay money out of pocket to be told to fuck off. #your job is important. so is our humanity. and if you cannot accept that people are fucking mad as hell #at the industry - you are probably not listening . #anyway at some point im gonna write a piece about sexism specifically in medical shit #but i don't want terfs clowning in it bc they can't understand nuance #> it is true that ppl w/a uterus are more likely to experience medical malpractice & dismissal globally #> it is also true that trans people experience an equally fucked up and bad time in the medical field #> great news! the medical industrial complex is an equal opportunity life ruiner :) #(if you find it necessary to go into a debate about biology while discussing medical malpractice #i want to warn you that you're misunderstanding the issue. because guess what. #cis MEN might experience this. particularly black men. particularly disabled men. #so YES having a uterus can lead to more trouble for you. but this happens a LOT. #instead of fighting those ALSO experiencing your pain.... try working WITH them. #which btw. is like. actual feminism.)

[napping-sapphic]

*gives you a gay little kiss that feels like home*

#wlw #wlw mood #sapphic #lesbian #sometimes you may see a post from me and go: #why the fuck would she post that?? #and wonder if i regret it #the answer is no <3 #all my posts are bangers😤 #esp this one #and that is NOT the exhaustion and lack of sleep talking #maybe it’s late and i have to be up #in five hours #and i came to the realization that ALL my kisses count as gay little kisses #and had to share that with the internet #okay and it’s a GOOD post😤😤😤😤 #im not gonna see this at a time when im more sane and be like wtf #i’ll see it be like: wow that’s a great post #@ future me: u can fight me on this im right okay #god im so tired

[spaciebabie]

papyrus does his taxes ☹☹☹☹☹

#undertale #let papyrus say fuck #letpapyrussayfuck #papyrus undertale #papyrus #WHYYYY IS HE SO HARD TA DRAW IM GONNA DIE #this was so much funnier in my head #oh well. cant be on my a game 100% of the time #have a good day im gonna go chill THE SUN IS ON MY SCREEN FFS #when he does his taxes he really lets loose he says everysingle curseword he can imagine b/c that shit sucks so fucking bad #the great papyrus wont survive in prison tho so he does his absolute best #spacie scribbles

[solcarow]

,

#happy birthday freak #u better b greatful i didnt miss it for the 3rd year in a row #kim dokja #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader’s viewpoint #my art #solar-drawss #i was gonna hand draw the bg but i . couldnt finish that in 2 days so its just a stock photo filtered to hell and back #didnt turn out all that bad atleast ! #kinda wish i made it clearer that hes running tho #and i think tumblr severely fucked up the quality as per usual #really wanted to make kdj the clearest and the train all pixelly but idk if it ended up looking right #its fine i had to rush it in 2 days #just dont look to closely at Anything #i missed drawing kdj....

[xxcherrycherixx]

cupid's gals meet

#monster high #ever after high #c.a cupid #abbey bominable #blondie lockes #heartlockes #c.a cupid x abbey bominable #abbey x cupid #theyre both my proud poly queens #cupid is dating blondie but abbey is her ex who she still gets on great with- #-if you know what i mean 👀 #blondie is fine with it #in fact blondie encourages it- she encourages Recording it and sending it to her too- she just wants to make sure there's no funny business #thats totally the only reason! #also fuck it blondie is a monster fucker shes a big ol monster fucker with a big fat crush on her monster gf #and maybe a lil one on her monster gf's monster fwb- shh #abbey is happy to have open relationship. why waste time on relationship drama when you can communicate with your partner and agree to kiss #-whoever you want? she's dating heath and he definitely doesn't mind that way of thinking. long live the polycule! #im in a polyamory mood bby gonna blast the orion experience-cult of dionysus and chrissy chlapecka-affection brb #add space age bachelor man to that list because fuck yeah thats a polyamory song i forgot #my art

[felsicveins]

His heart belongs to another

And no other heart will do

#no other heart by mac demarco : D #I drew this a couple of days ago because i was feeling crazy and i just love the idea that #these two should be great together!! they should!!! but #theyre not together #theres just . theyre missing something #and thats okay!!! its not meant to be #and theyre friendship is very valuble to both of them!! #their* fuck my baka keyboard #trolls #yall are gonna be mad about this one i feel it ... #i think we all know who jds gonna end up with now right ... #i just gotta .. draw them more 💀 #i actully have the perfect ruveal i just have to finish painting it #urrgg i HATE painting #trolls oc #trolls oc cory #trolls movie #trolls john dory #trolls jd #john dory #jd ex husband #oh uhh i imagine this feels like a new years thing. or something #something that happened like right after they reconnected #before floyd and cory started going out #on god one day im gonna put all my tags lore into a post #i just shy 😔 who wants to read all this in a caption #not me brother!! I'm not reblogging that shit!!! #and im not finishing this cause i dont wanna give false hope 😘 #although jd dating sim ... is pretty real #i would love to do endings with all his exs

[ozzieinspacetime]

My mum & I have been debriefing abt the new protocol episodes and decided to look up the meanings of the names Chester, Norris and Augustus...

Together they quite literally mean 'Great Northern Fortress'. The main definition of Chester also states that it 'can be spotted as a placename element in cities like Manchester', where the institute WAS in this universe.

Their names literally mean the Magnus Institute. A Great Northern Fortress.

#Loosing my mind abt it actually #The names have no obvious links to Jonah Jon or Martin #but i still think that the direct meaning of their names being GREAT NORTHERN FORTRESS means. a fucking lot. #anyway. im gonna look up what the staff members names mean now #tmagp #the magnus protocol #the magnus archives #tmagp spoilers #<- not really but im tagging it just to be safe <3

[somecunttookmyurl]

me: hey, when im logged in the prices on this hotel are 18% higher than when im logged out. i have a video of it. whats up with that booking.com: sorry we need you to call us for security reasons me: there are no security concerns there's no personal data because there is no booking. why is your site showing different prices when logged out. gonna need you to acknowledge and answer that one in writing, not over the phone. booking.com: can you send screenshots of the different prices me: well here is the VIDEO of the process i said i had, yeah. where you can see the price, see me log out, and then see the price magically drop by 18% booking.com: okay what's the confirmation number and pin code of your booking so we can further assist me: ...................................................there is no booking.

#were you dropped on your head as an infant and was it more than once #you'd do great on tumblr with that level of reading comprehension my guy #fucking. how are you gonna ask for the screenshots/video of a booking NOT being made #and then ask for the booking reference #like what is ACTUALLY wrong with you

[oh-snapperss]

creature comfort

“We won’t win today,” Cleo says, and Etho knows she’s right. Knows their time has been running out since the first secret was whispered to them in voices all too familiar, has known that this day was coming, has known that all this time, it’s not been a question of if–it’s been a question of when. 

They’re going to die today. Distantly, Etho wonders if the domesticity they’ve worked for will die with them, or if it will follow them back home. 

Will his home ever be a physical place again? Home is where the hearth is, where the warmth is, where the world is shut out and it’s just the three of them. 

Home is where Cleo is. 

“That’s alright,” Etho smiles instead of voicing all of that, wishing, of all things, that he didn’t still have that awful cough that Cleo had insisted he rest over for a few days. “We’ll be alright.” 

They’ll be dead–and what are the dead, if not alright? The dead don’t have coughs, or pain, or fear. They’re just dead. Etho thinks he might not mind it so much, this time. He’s finally learned to spend his time wisely, and he’s built a home no flaming arrow could ever take down. 

Just by the cow pen, there’s a stupid little porch Etho had built a while back. They’re nowhere near it now, but every night he and Cleo had watched the sunset, drank a final cup of tea, and turned in to sleep over gossip and giggles only they could draw from each other this time ‘round. Before, Bdubs had made him laugh like that–now, Etho wonders how long before there’s a sword at his throat. 

Even so, while Cleo laughs and watches him set Scar’s porch on fire, Etho hopes he might have the privilege of watching the sunset from the porch one last time. He’d survive the day, if only for another sunset with Cleo. 

BANG. 

Tango’s gone–Etho knows it in his heart. Surely he should feel an ache for him, should ask how he went. Instead, it’s easy to accept it. 

The wardens are fun. That’s all they are, now. Before, they had been terrors, then the answer to a desperate prayer he and Grian had made. The carnage of those terrifying beasts feel muted compared to before, but with the wind flying through his hair, the elated cries of Cleo in front of him, Etho can’t care. Not this time. They lead two clear to the middle of the server before they’ve decided to finish having their fun, and Cleo’s just stepping up some rocks when she says it. 

“You’re my favorite, you know that? You’ve always been my favorite.” 

He does know, he does know now. He’d guessed it that first sunset, when Cleo sat down with a giddy smile to recount their day. He’d thought it, when she’d wrapped a blanket around his shoulders after his failures and rested her head on his shoulder without a word. He’d lived it, when she had shouted that she would kill him if he tried to kill her–but was reassured otherwise that night on the porch again, with the curse ebbing from his bones. 

Today, he knows it in the blatant rebellion against what’s supposed to be the end, the dread, the fear. 

“You’re mine too.” Etho grins back, and knows that they’ll see his smile even through the mask–knows they’ve come to recognize it in his tone and way his eyebrows scrunch together. . 

They wind up in the sky base with Grian–Grian, who hasn’t quite reached the same conclusion they have. Etho knows by the shadows under his eyes he won’t give up, that he’ll fight clear to the end. Once upon a season, Etho had been the same. 

Not this time. Never this time. 

Around ten minutes to sunset, Etho and Cleo set down their dripstone and bows, and sit on the edge of the cobblestone wall. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back to our base for it this time,” Etho jokes, nudging his shoulder into Cleo’s. Cleo laughs, a carefree thing, and wrinkles her nose. 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it back for it any time, if we’re being honest.” She leans back, one hand half behind her to support her weight. 

“I know,” Etho says. He brings his leg up to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. Behind them, cobblestone is placed–Grian, ever the survivor. “It was nice, though.” 

“It was nice!” Cleo beams. “Are you alright with this?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Etho hums. “‘s not so bad. Dying with a friend.” 

“It won’t be,” Cleo agrees. 

Because that’s just it, isn’t it? Etho’s never died like this–he’s died at the flames of an arrow shot while protecting his king, he’s died in fights after his allies were killed. Hell, he’s died hand in hand with a soulmate hellbent on killing him now–but he’d been in a frenzy then, a rage-induced thing meant to burn up the place that had never been a true home to them. 

He thinks he won’t mind dying with someone. 

The sun sets in brilliant hues of orange and pink, and they sit together, this final tradition not lost in the face of inevitability. Just as the first star twinkles, Grian comes over, hoisting them back to their feet. 

“They’re coming,” he says. 

It’s time. 

They shoot a few arrows, break some dripstone, all to no avail–but that’s alright, he’s got Cleo, and they’ve got him. 

But oh, the games are never kind, are they? Etho slips, his foot landing weird somehow–and he’s whistling through the air towards the ground at a speed too fast. It knocks the breath from his lungs when he lands–does he hit the clutch? Stars, he doesn’t actually know, because there’s arrows shot at him, shouts of glee from the hunters, and suddenly Etho’s not Etho, he’s just prey–and prey only know to do one thing. 

Run. 

Etho flies forward, dragging his sword out. There’s not many safe spaces left on the server–stars, Grian had even mentioned their base was but a crater in the hill. 

But the porch… the porch was intact. Supposedly. 

He enderpearls, and enderpearls again, and it’s still not enough. The screams behind him are closer, and closer, and then further–and oh, Etho knows it’s time. He’s dead, he’s gone, he’ll be but a wisp of the wind in a few minutes whether he likes it or not. 

And he won’t die by Cleo. 

Cleo, Cleo, Cleo. Oh, he’d not meant it to be like this. He’d meant to die with a smile, right by her side–just as they were meant to die by his. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t the plan. A sob claws its way up his throat, the beginnings of the blind panic he’d never meant to feel tonight. He’s going to die, alone, without the comfort of his Cleo. 

Home. He wants to go home. 

Home is in the air, a hundred blocks above him. He’ll never make it–but he can make it back to the porch, the one place of peace. Now, he can feel the twinge of something broken in his ankles, probably from the fall–and the cuts, the bruises, the blood scent thick in his nose. He’s so tired. 

He wants to die at home, he wants to die at home. 

“Oh, he sounds like a wounded animal… let’s put him out of his misery.” A voice said. Cold fear grips Etho’s heart, and he stumbles forward–the porch is in sight!

Let him die at home. Let him die at home. 

A shadow fills his vision, and Etho’s not even had time to lift his shield before blinding pain fills his stomach, and it’s over. 

He’s not allowed that creature comfort of dying at home. 

#secret life #secret life smp #ethoslab #zombiecleo #cletho #secret life spoilers #my fics #tw death #I don't have an explanation at all for this #Is this cohesive?? i wrote it in a daze. in under thirty minutes #if it's not great OH WELL #this is how i am coping #god i'm never gonna feel okay again about them #never ever #i'm fucking insane #bursts into tears

[sk4rlette8008]

final part i think…

#don’t even #i’m not gonna start #because i wont shut up #my top 5 #men #i have a great taste #in men #i deserve an award #pedro pascal #pedroni pepperoni #pedro pascal x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac herndandez estrada #triple frontier #jose pedro pascal balmeceda #i fucking hate #auto correct #narcos #soy el fuego

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

saw @chez-cinnamon's absolutely BANGER butterfly!Howdy design and couldn't resist! two fluffy flutterbyes <3 solidarity

#still unsure of Why this was the only pose that came to mind but! who am i to deny the brain what it wants #i also have no idea what it is about butterflies and mullets + extra fluff #it just feels Right. #oh also if you haven't checked out chez-cinnamon's Real World au uhhhh Go Do That!!! #its fun! its funky! its fresh! its got a lot of great art! its got a Comic! #emphasis on a Lot Of Great Art! #i will admit im emotionally invested in the plot. its reeled me in. im Fascinated by it #also(x2) i Cannot get over how swagtastic that butterfly howdy design is #like!!! look at it!!! the colors the patterns the WINGS agh the wings <3<3<3 #truly a unique and creative design that im totally not jealous of ahaha what- #kidding im Kidding. or am i... i am i am #scribble garnish #yassified howdy <3 #welcome home #alrighty its officially 2 am i needed to be asleep uhhhhh three hours ago #gonna queue this up and conk out. while lovingly thinking of chez-cinnamon's butterfly howdy my fucking GOD #cant get over how Gorgeous he is #the facial patterns.... the colors.... immaculate #top tier design i am Taking Notes #ok ok sleeping now. Sleeping. snz snork mimi and all that. etc

[habeascorpseus]

everyone else: omggg i have a child now!! yippee!!

badboyhalo stream: *literally doesn't remember anything and keeps forgetting who his friends are* "hey guys have you done the egg tasks today?" "where is bobby?"

quackity stream: (all signs written by tilin)"you are already dead, what more can you do? you are just as useless as in life" "i hope you rot here" "stop asking for something you dont deserve. you dont deserve heaven" "i am already dead because of you" "you are not my dad, you are not my parent, just Stop It." "you left me with my murderer, i was only a few days old" (a black notebook left for quackity in a creepy room) "this is just the beginning of your suffering"

#qsmp #habeas speaks #qsmp liveblog #qsmp quackity #qsmp badboyhalo #i love the duality of like. everyone else having a Great time doing gay roleplay showing their children around #bbh and quackity: having the worst days of their fucking lives (or afterlife in quackitys case) #LMAO WHYD THEY GIVE QUACKITY AN EGG HES FUCKING DEAD #AT THIS RATE PEPITO IS JUST GONNA BE POMMES SIBLING WITH HOW MANY OF THE FRENCH ADORE THEM

[konakoro]

I really liked how Verna was laying the items specific to each Usher's downfall on their tombstones, from Perry's mask to Vic's heart mesh prototype to the cat collar for Leo

... and then she just straight up plops a bag of cocaine on Frederick's grave and I lose my shit

#the fall of the house of usher #the fall of the house of usher spoilers #i know it's supposed to be thematic but it was so fucking funny #next person who visits the graveyard is gonna have a great time