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my wacom pens still fucked but i drew the 🪱 on mobile :)))
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We all know company CEOs are eldritch horrors in disguise anyways.
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#you may look at this image once (1)#cringe posting on main again ttpoi? not very based of you#unidentified fucking thing#kill it immediately#definitely didn't create this design for crack shipping purposes btw#definitely nottttt ! i would never#Grass Archives#Greener Grass Awaits game#ttpoiart#you also can't see it (because i haven't drawn it) but its design is also supposed to have a high but short ponytail at the back#because exuberance's model in the game has branches that tie like a knot at the back#so in essence the human form the knot is just holding together hair if that makes sense#Greener Grass Awaits#Yatoimtop Archives
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horror story: two nights ago i was looking through this notebook i had back in high school that i used exclusively for drawing, and i randomly opened up in a page where i too had drawn a fantroll. i have no memory of this fantroll ever existing, but he was there, and was very real.
you can never escape the homestuck
#loving the mental image of opening up a sketchbook and there is just. Unidentified Fucking Thing (high school fantroll oc)#asks#haarute
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I see we’re just reposting things without sources for some reason?? I’m going to go out on a limb here and say it’s because the tweet used the magic word “Zionist” which is taken to be “irredeemably evil and vile person”. For context, the context which that tweet purposely left out (and yeah I’m going to say it’s fucking purposeful) is this article by the NPR. Inside this article the allegedly pro-Palestine posts on social media were fucking videos of the Hamas on October 7th. So, yeah if you’re reposting antisemitic stuff (blatantly antisemitic too), fuck you.
The images that came out of Israel on October 7 were brutal and graphic, and the images coming out of Gaza for months now are constant, also brutal and horrific. All this violence is being shared on social media, and as KQED's Lesley McClurg reports, that's affecting the mental health of Americans with loved ones in Gaza and in Israel. A warning - this story contains descriptions of violence.
LESLEY MCCLURG, BYLINE: Some of the footage Shoshana Howard (ph) saw on social media months ago still haunts her. A video appears to show a Hamas fighter pulling an Israeli hostage from the trunk of a jeep. CNN aired a clip of the video.
(SOUNDBITE OF ARCHIVED RECORDING)
UNIDENTIFIED PERSON: Her face is bleeding, and her wrists appear to be cable-tied behind her back.
MCCLURG: It looks like blood is seeping through the back of the woman's sweatpants.
SHOSHANA HOWARD: And that broke me - and then seeing friends calling it liberation.
MCCLURG: Howard, who is Jewish, couldn't believe people she knew were writing comments online that, to her, felt inhumane and anti-Jewish.
HOWARD: That's when I started to have night terrors, and I was ending my days going into my closet and just would cry.
MCCLURG: She couldn't stop thinking about her cousins living in Israel. As the days passed, it became harder to focus on her life and work in Oakland.
HOWARD: Like, I just was so fragile.
MCCLURG: And then recently, she felt shamed by a friend who told her her grief doesn't matter when so many Palestinians are suffering.
Is it “making the argument” to point out the hypocrisy of saying the Houthis (a terror organization) are protecting international laws and human rights when there’s documented evidence of Houthis perpetrating slavery, diverting humanitarian aid, and so on? Or you know, is it providing necessary context that readers might want to know?
And the comments below that tweet are awful (with a few exceptions rightfully pointing out accuracy of said community note and how slavery is in fact bad).
Antisemitic Tweet #1: This is what all community notes have become now. Total Zionist propaganda machine.
Antisemitic Tweet #2: There's been an influx of "community notes" that are clearly just people trying to protect the narrative.
Antisemitic Tweet #3: It's like the Israeli Bot accounts that change the community notes to favor Israel.
Already reblogged multiple posts explaining what's wrong with the Houthis with sources attached, so linking those now to save space (rather than adding ten different links).
This? This is what you say on October 7th, 2023?
Shaun: Lot of reaping being condemned by the sowers today.
Shaun (cont.): I'm talking about politicians who stridently oppose all options except those which lead to violence and then act shocked violence occurs. Their condemnations of violence are worthless while they ignore their hand in the apartheid causing it.
October 7th was an attack against civilians where hostages were taken, people were murdered, people who advocated for peace were harmed, killed, and so on.
I also noticed a tweet not too far down from that one which said the following:
Lots of people in these comments very mad that Palestinians aren't being victims of occupation in the right and proper way.
No, people are mad about civilians being massacred and taken as hostages by a terrorist organization. The lack of empathy is something.
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unidentified fucking thing. blow it up NOW
original image under the cut btw
#horribly off-model tulip#not a moon#out of character#non-moon related art#clangen#clangen challenge#clan generator#warriors oc#warrior cats#gcTulip#gcG
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Oh my god wait WHAT ABOUT MODERN DAY NIKOLAI AUUUUU UU LIKE WHAT ABOUT IF HE WAS A PRINCE BUT LIKE RNNNNNM
i promise I’m gonna get back into the knight Nikolai thing but the tequila in my system has me THINKIIIOIIIIN
(yes I am 21 in less than a month. i am also Spanish and have been drinking since birth. anyways.)
okay listen—
DRABBLLLLLE MDNI UNDER THE CUT
okay so.
You’re sitting on the couch when it happens.
Not even an hour ago you were a virgin. You’d never let a man touch you—hadn’t wanted to—until Nikolai. Yes, Nikolai. Aka, his royal highness Prince Nikolai of Ravka. Good God.
(Omg just imagine modern day Nikolai ahhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHG)
You’re bundled up with some blankets while he makes hot chocolate, insisting that you relax after the rather intense fuck fest first time you two had ever slept together.
This man had given you more orgasms than you could count on one hand. He’d been the most perfect first time you could’ve ever imagined.
I just know Nikolai is skilled with his hands and tongue. Don’t speak to me.
Omg and what if he grabbed your thighs and pushed them towards your chest and—
GOOD LOOOOOOOOORD it’s been a single day since I’ve been laid and now I’m—
TMI.
Sorry.
ANYWAYS.
He’s in the kitchen adding marshmallows to your cup while you’re flipping through the channels on his tv, a tiny smile on your face. But then it drops. DROPS. Because you land on a news channel and the first thing you see is a picture of YOU.
Oh god.
You immediately still, leaning forward to pay closer attention as the news anchor speaks, the headline screaming at you as you watch:
‘The Prince’s Girlfriend is Just a Pawn’.
?
?
What?
The anchor continues with a story like this: allegedly, due to proof found by sources unidentified, the prince was in a strategically arranged relationship with a common girl in order to bolster his image as a, and I quote, ‘caring, non-discriminatory royal’.
You cant breathe.
Now for the Drabble.
“Babe!” Nikolai calls, walking into the living-room with two mugs in his hands, marshmallows almost spilling over the edge. “Want to watch that scary movie you mentioned? Your reactions to—” He stops.
Stares.
He reads the headline in half a second before he’s carefully setting the mugs down on the coffee-table, his expression stony. Your own eyes are steadily filling with moisture, your chest heaving as you listen to all the evidence that your entire relationship has been fake.
When you turn your head to look at him his jaw is clenched, eyes dark.
“Is it true?” You breathe after a moment, turning the tv off. He’s quiet and you continue, your voice cracking. “Was I a publicity stunt?” Nikolai looks at you and takes a deep breath, but his expression tells you everything. A choked noise leaves your mouth and you stand, shaking your head. “No. Tell me it’s not true.”
He doesn’t reply, just staring at you with a pained look.
A broken sob leaves your mouth and you shake your head, shoving past him.
“Y/N—"
“Did you ever love me?” You demand, whirling around when his hand grasps your arm. “I gave you everything. Every part of me.”
He takes a deep breath before speaking, his eyes squeezed shut.
“It started as a PR stunt, okay? But it’s not like that anymore, Y/N, I love—”
“Don’t you fucking lie to me.” You snap, backing away from him. “God, I’m so stupid!” You cover your face with your hands, shaking your head. “As if a prince would ever want me.”
“Y/N, please—”
“Don’t just—just don’t.” You hold up your hand and move towards the door, grabbing your things as you go. “Don’t call me. Please.”
(Don’t call me. Don’t come by my house. We’re done. LMAO.)
“Y/N.”
You pause when you reach his door, your eyes meeting his.
“I don’t ever want to see you again.” You whisper, your heart cracking into pieces inside your chest.
Sorry HAHA
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Jam, in honor to the song I was just listening I propose a battle for our reader.
😠 + 😉 with Andy VS Steve. Steve was your first love, Andy is your current amazing love. Fight fight fight (not physical obviously lol🥊!
hmmm.... It's such a tough call! But since Andy is your current amazing love, I rule for-
Ugh I hate ex-bf being all gloating and smug when you meet again
Not Him
Previous Steve Rogers x You; Andy Barber x You
Warning: Ex-Steve, Reader is in her late 20s, Andy a few years older than reader (but not mentioned specifically). None?
Summary: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.
A/N: Hiya! Sorry it took so long to get it out :( I've been clearing my draftbox as best as I can.
Someone called out your name behind your back, and you instinctively snapped your head in that direction.
Blonde, built, and that smile-
"Oh, Steve. Hi." You instantly recognized the man from your past.
You met Steve when you attended high school. While he was the famous football quarterback for the school team, you were practically nobody, and if it weren't for a class you shared, you wouldn't even know each other in your separate lives.
One thing led to another, and you became high school sweethearts, before breaking up a few months later.
"Hey." He jogged up to you. That sunshine-dazzling smile nearly splitting his face in two, "It's been... what, ten years? Wow..." He exclaims, carefully observing you from head to toe.
"Yeah, I mean, I haven't seen you since ... the prom?" You casually switched the pile in your hand to the other, smoothing your T-shirt.
Oh yes, the high school prom where you had two dances before he spent the whole night with the pretty British girl with a posh accent. What's her name? Petra? Penny? Next day, your phone was blasted with Instagram notifications telling you from all aspects and angles how they kissed as Prom King and Queen. Not that you didn't know it already, when you were there, under the stage.
"You-uh heading somewhere?" He pointed at your stack of papers, teasing ever so slightly, "I've seen you still not giving up on studying, huh?"
"Well, I-"
"I'm working as a coach now," He interrupted before you could finish your sentence, flashing his team jacket before your eyes, even tapping on the chest where the team name is visible to any man within eight feet if they weren't complete blind.
"Wow." You nodded, playing along, "Uni team, impressive."
Too bad you were never a decent sports fan that could share Steve's enthusiasm as to which legendary figure saved the day with a ball in their hands - nor did you find being a coach "impressive" ... or intrigued, for that matter, because being in front of glamouring Steve fucking Rogers made you shrink back to your high school self-image again: a small, inconspicuous, socially unidentifiable shadow of a being that you could barely recognize. And yet, the contrast between Steve and you reminded you every single time, that you do not belong to a world of his, a world where books and glasses are symbols of "nerds" or "geeks" and are perfectly fine to make fun of, a world where if you don't like sports - or not being a potential athlete, you should be eliminated in every social context.
"Yup." He popped the "p" with his full lips, "If you want the tickets next season-" Steve pointed towards himself with both thumbs, the lop-sided smile made him look smug as ever, "This guy is your go-to-guy."
More like your never-go-to guy. You scoffed, adjusting your expression to a small smile as soon as he turned his focus on you, "Sorry, I think I need to head to my next class."
"C'mon-" Steve dragged his tone almost annoyingly, "Skip it. Don't you have some time for me, for old time's sake?"
You could have ten more minutes for him before the next class. But you didn't want to. Which was the point.
"Hey, honey." Came a voice behind your back, startling you just a little. An arm draped around your shoulders, squishing you into a familiar embrace, "I've been calling."
You let out a sigh of relief. More so when the owner of this familiar voice took the stack of papers from your arms into his own, and rubbed your sore arm for having to hold the pile for quite a while.
"Sorry." You apologized to your beloved boyfriend Andy, "I must've silenced my phone during the class."
" 's okay." Andy pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering, "Wanted to ask you about lunch anyway. Nothing important." Andy slowly moved his eyes away from yours, and acted as if he had just seen Steve, a 6-foot man who appeared out of nowhere, "Who do we have here? Honey, would you mind introducing?"
"Sure. This is my ex, Steve, from high school. Steve, this is Andy, my boyfriend."
The moment the word "ex" escaped from your lips, you became aware instantly that your boyfriend had entered his suit mode, every available muscle tensing up in his body, and like a good huntsman, ready to strike when he sees the glimpse of a failure of his opponent. Where you hoped that "high school" from your introduction would calm his nerves, it certainly achieved the opposite when you heard your boyfriend say: "Oh..." in a thoughtful way, "the quarterback-captain, am I right?" as he extended his hand to shake Steve's.
Yup. It definitely made Andy slightly on edge.
"I'm part of the coaching team on campus, actually." Steve flashed his identity proudly before Andy, shaking Andy's hand in an equally firm grip, "Go Falcons."
"Oh..." said Andy again, more thoughtfully, "I'm a professor here in the Law School - You wouldn't happen to be the coach assistant of Karl?"
This just turned more competitive than you would think. Yet, it did bring a tinge of amusement when Andy confirmed your suspicion that Steve was too young to be made a coach, while the position of coach assistant was for brainless jocks who did all the dirty work coaches didn't want to, the heavy-lifting and paperworks, for instance.
"Well," Steve sneered, "I thought dating a student was improper conduct, Professor."
"Excuse me?" Andy raised his brows. So did you.
"You heard me." Steve nodded towards you, "Her, a student, obviously. It would be a great unfortunate if the dean might hear about such a rumour somewhere, wouldn't it?"
He said almost challengingly.
Wow. Typical Steve as ever. The girl he dated after prom, the British girl, was rumoured to have had a bad break-up previously. According to gossip that ran in the school bathroom, the British girl was told that her ex was cheating - which turned out to be a false alarm, but they broke up anyway.
Now you guessed you knew who was the little birdie that shared the false information with that poor girl.
Andy snorted out laughter. The corner of his lips could barely contain themselves as he struggled to keep a straight face, "Marvelous." Andy clapped - more like tapping his palm with the other hand, before asking for your permission, "Should you do this or should I?"
You scoffed. Really scoffed in front of the glorious quarterback that you liked a decade ago, "For your information, Steve, I'm working as a lecturer at this university. So, go start your devious little plan elsewhere. If you don't mind, I have a class to teach - C'mon, Andy."
You dragged Andy by his arm and led him out of the battlefield.
"Nice." Andy commented, not bothering to look back at his opponent, with a pleasing grin that was probably going to mold on his face for all eternity. "Did you see the look on that guy's face? Spectacular. So proud of you, Honey."
"Yeah, not my best moment having to face a dickhead-ex." You huffed out, "Jesus, why didn't I know he was that big of a jerk when I started dating him?"
"I know," Andy said, sympathetically, "Don't worry though, I noticed that your choice of man has had a significant change for the better."
You shot him a dirty glare, which Andy took, feigning he just got hit on the chest.
"Sorry, no joking, got it." Andy made a pained face which caused you to involuntarily grin. Quickly abandoning the idea of the ex in his mind, Andy finally returned to the topic for which he came to find you, "What's for lunch again? Cafeteria?"
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kryptonite- in which y/n smokes weed (not really) and she thinks her dealer is super cute, and harry can’t seem to stop acting like a dick around her because he thinks she’s too pretty
note: this a scheduled posting that will be made live friday, janurary 27 at 8am pst.
A good three hours have passed, and he’s about to tell Mitch he’s ready to leave when his line of sight is snagged on the diamond image- no, a beautifully deceiving mirage, because there’s no way this girl is real. Not when she looks like a ditzy sprite, a walking mermaid, a glimmering fairy, a heart-wrenching siren, and any other bewitching, ethereal creatures that stole men’s souls upon the first breath they took in their presence. She looked like one of his psychedelic hallucinations that whispered sweet things to him and played with the ends of his hair when he’s in the lull of shrooms, brought to life. Grounded, real, and three-dimensional, not just in the airy, green-leafed recesses of his muddled mind.
This pretty little enchantment that caught his eye had floated into the room on two clumsy, shoddy-sneaker covered feet that extended from bambi-like legs with knees that were almost comically knocking against one another. She walked slanted, her shoulder pressed against her friend’s, whom Harry might have been able to recognize as Sarah if he spared his gaze, but that was impossible. So, he thought to himself, this is how magnets work? Even if he wanted to, he knew he wouldn’t be able to dislocate his line of sight from the socket it had carved itself into. Her cheeks, rounded with laughter and smiles, were dusted with the telling, glimmering sheen created by alcohol, and her eyes were bright, shiny, and starry from the handful of lamps that lit the living room. The slope of her waist, semi-shrouded deliciously from the billowy fabric of her powder blue summer dress (he couldn’t fucking believe she was wearing a dress when it was windy outside. Did she not care for her health?) and it made him think of the marvelous illusions created from marble. He was fond of going to museums and staring- for hours, at times- at statues of women draped in silk that were replicated with such precision, it was almost as if the wind was right there, rippling against the tantalizing figure of the unidentified female, so much so that an man was inspired to share his tortured vision. In solid form, nonetheless.
It made him wonder what the artist could see in real life. What they envisioned the model to be like underneath the heavenly fibers that twisted and turned restlessly with running air, preventing a clear grasp on the body underneath. Spurred to the point of such desolation, left with a hunger to resurrect what their mind’s eye consumed in physical format to live on forever and torment anyone else who looked.
He understood then. Understood that hunger and want for more.
#sneak peek !!#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n#harry styles fic#harry styles one shot
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(Tw: mental health, blades, just in general violent stuff)
The escape. (Codependent pt 7)
'This will work. It just has to work.' you thought to yourself. You were sat back waiting for the usual sounds of the guards. Internal clock telling you it wouldn't be long before they showed up. Anticipation rolling around in your body, making your skin crawl. Adrenaline was fighting to take over, it wasn't clear if you wanted to throw up or run laps.
Long laps, like the laps you used to do around the dauntless facility. It hurts, you'd give anything to be there right now, exhausting yourself with running, waving at your friends/coworkers.
'Please, please work.'
You just had to get home, even death didn't feel like an actual option. It was such a need that swelled around your chest. Fingers starting to tap on the ground to try and release some of the energy.
"Hey" you heard the word but for some reason your brain didn't focus on it. "Hey y/n... You need calm down." It came from a quiet but gruff voice, and this time it snapped you out of your head. You flicked your eyes up, looking over to Eric who just stared back "If they see you all jittery they're gonna be suspicious." he said, voice going lower and softer. "Take a breath." He was right, of course. It took a bit to reply but eventually you managed to choke out a "Right.". It felt like you were chewing on the word with the struggle you had forcing it past the lump in your throat.
You spent the rest of that time trying to calm your breathing and anxious stomach. You thought you started doing pretty good until you heard the door unlock and start to open. Your hands clenched, all the feelings rushing back, all you could do was try and mask it. Keeping the rest of your body loose and tired looking. Both of you were slumped against the wall. Eric pretended that their entering had woke him up.
He must of done an okay job, they didn't look twice at either of you. Just came over and started picking you both up to drag you away.
Once they started actually moving you, your heart leapt and you gave one last subtle look at Eric. Hoping he could hear your thoughts of the wishes-no, prayers of good luck. His eyes were borderline unreadable, he just looked at you like maybe it was the last time. And maybe it was.
Your head spun the entire way to your room. Making sure it had the plan clearly set up and that you would be able to do every step. You didn't even really register when you entered the room, not realizing you were there until you felt your legs getting restrained.
The reality that it was time started hitting you. 'fuck this is it' 'it's all up to this day' were the thoughts that poured through your head, just a bit longer then you would be ready to unleash hell. Fighting to keep your breathing easy as you tried to subtly look around, looking for anything you could use to aid your escape and hell making. There were plenty of big objects but not a lot that you could see getting your hands on for your initial release.
Attention snapped to your side as the doctor rolled over a tray over next to you. It had a lot of scary sharp things on it. The fuck was his plan for you today? You pondered it for a moment, having all the worst images enter your brain before again deciding you couldn't stay to find out.
Looking at the things in the tray you decided needed one, but how to get it? I mean your hands weren't tied up yet, sure. But those big guys are still in here to see you if you make a hasty grab at it. You'd have to be really sneaky, and patient. Which proved difficult. Time felt so slow waiting for any possible window allowing you to grab anything.
It was an anxious agony trying to stay calm. There were a few times your brain yelled 'Now!' but immediately followed by a 'no, no wait, not yet'. This repeated for awhile until you noticed a true opportunity present itself.
The doctor was currently working on getting a bunch of syringes filled with unidentifiable liquids. And the guards were taking their attention away from you, whispering to each other. Was this the moment? Fuck you had to be quick if it is. You watched as the two men turned around, checking some sheets on the door while still whispering. Their own distraction from you only lasted a few seconds, but it was long enough. You reached your hand out and grabbed something that looked like a small saw, bringing it back and tucking it under your thigh by where your hands are usually restrained. By the time they turned around you looked like you had a few seconds ago.
And to your relief they didn't even question it. The doctor slid his other tray over, none the wiser. He grabbed your forearm, lifting it to start putting I.V.'s in. Not letting them run yet, just getting them in place. As usual he was rough.
As soon as he got them where he wanted he looked at the men "I'm ready for their arms to be restrained" the men nodded, walking over instantly to do so. As usual they had your hands at your thighs, right next to where you put your little tool. Thank God.
Once they were done the doctor dismissed them. And they nodded at him before turning to leave the room. 'Back to Eric now" you thought to yourself. Counting on their routine to be the same.
And it was. As usual they left quickly, and once they were gone the doctor started speaking "I've got a special treatment for you day. One I've been itching to try." his voice was horrid. Slick with malicious intent. It pissed you off. He turned around again, getting something on his computer turned on, mumbling to himself. You took this moment to slide your fingers under your thigh, pulling out the very tiny saw and pointing it up towards you. Slipping it in-between your straps and actual skin.
Quietly but quickly you started moving it. Trying to make quick work of the material.
When he turned back to you, you slowed. Not stopping but trying to make sure the movement didn't catch his eye. He strode back over. Looking over his syringes. Probably trying to decide which one he wanted first.
You were starting to break out in a sweat, gently pulling the arm that was trying to free itself, putting pressure against the now weak attachment it had. He finally put down his hand and picked one up.
That was the moment. As quick and as chaotic as the day they took you. Your hand holding the saw broke free, swinging up.
His head shot towards you but before he could do anything you slammed the saw down onto his shoulder. Pulling back to it cut through clothes and flesh.
A scream rang out from him as he stumbled back a bit, half out of shock and half out of pain. You took those moments to bring the saw down to your other restrained wrist and legs quickly cut it free. It was easy when you had the entire strength of an arm to push through them. Quickly removing the I.Vs you hopped up, turning your attention back to him just in time to see him start to charge you, you didn't need to see his eyes to tell he was fucking pissed.
Yelling back, you also started charging. When he got close enough to swipe at you, you easily swayed back, years of being dauntless still keeping you quick. You then leapt forward, kicking him in his chest. He stumbled back more, exposing all the important parts of his body. You took that moment to lean forward again, delivering a swift punch to the throat. He may be the enemy but it's clear he definitely doesn't have any sort of combat training. He immediately bent over, coughing and grabbing his throat. He was gonna be the easiest part of all this. Heart pounding in your chest and ears, you then reached down, grabbing his head roughly and slamming it into the table next to you. The adrenaline was definitely working, you felt strong and got proof of the fact you were when his body fell to the floor, limp. You stood over him for a few seconds, waiting for any sign of movement. There was nothing.
He was out cold. And now you needed to move to the next part of the plan and get those guys to leave Eric's room and come back to yours. Standing back, body shaking, you turned your head till you see the very obvious alarm button. Stammering forward, you lifted your arm and slammed your elbow into the glass till it broke so you could hit the alarm. A few seconds after hitting it, a horrid alarm sound started blaring, accompanied by a flashing red like through the room.
You knew there had to be those guards on their way back. Which means the first part of the plan had worked. This knowledge seeped into you. As it did, a wave washed over you. It took you from feeling like you were shaky and gonna hurl, to nothing. You didn't feel scared or mad, not even happy. You just felt focused. Ready for this to be over.
You let out a smooth breath and headed over to the syringe tray. Picking up two syringes, one that looked like the stuff they made you feel like you caught on fire and the other was a mystery. Hopefully it was something that would be helpful to you. Holding them both in one hand, you hurried to the other side of the room. There was the big stuff you had seen earlier, you picked up one that seemed to have good weight and sturdiness. No idea what it was but it didn't really matter now.
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Rereading The Terror
Chapter Forty-Eight: Goodsir
And so on to the aftermath...
Seven hours pass when Little's lead-scouting party should've been back within four, so the remaining exhausted men launch the boats and follow them.
There's mention here of Des Voeux commanding the last boat in the procession, and of him being "third in command of our overall Expedition now behind Captain Crozier and Lieutenant Little".
Not sure if that's an error on Simmons' part or an implication that poor Hodgson has been removed from the chain of command entirely and remains a Lieutenant in name only?
As they make their way along the lead, there's talk of what might've befallen Little's party ("There ain't no way that Lieutenant Edward Little got himself Lost" shot back Charles Best. "He may be Stuck, but not lost.")
Soon, however, when they emerge into that huge open lake, all becomes clearer...
"The water was Red here." :(((
Initially, Crozier and the other senior seamen commanding the boats try to calm the men, explaining that all the gore on the ice is simply the sign of seals hunted and killed by polar bears.
It doesn't take long for them to realise that that's not the case though, as they spot the bow of Little's whaleboat floating vertically in the water, the rest smashed to pieces.
The whaleboat is named The Lady J. Franklin...
They continue their passage cautiously across the crimson lake, taking in more grisly sights.
First, they find Mr Reid's headless corpse floating in the water, his fingers half-nibbled away by fish, then more nightmarish bloody streaks at the water's edge ("Oh, damn... You can see the bloody grooves of the man's Fingers and Nails in the Snow. The Thing must've dragged him backwards into the Water")
Then, they find the remains of a body almost entirely consumed, unidentifiable because all that's left are a few ribs, torn scraps of clothing, and a fucking pelvis.
Then, they find Harry Peglar... :'''(((
There's not a scratch on him - it appears that he's managed to climb out of the water and frozen to death on the ice without Tuunbaq ever touching him - yet the sight of him is as disturbing as every bit of gore that's gone before:
"It was Harry Peglar lying there almost naked - his few remaining Clothes mere Underthings - Curled up on the Ice, Knee Raised almost to his Chin, Legs crossed at the Ankle as if his last energy had been spent trying to keep warm by pressing his body Tighter and Tighter, his Hands tucked under his Arms while he Hugged himself in what must have been an End in Violent Shivers."
"His blue eyes were open and frozen. His flesh was also Blue and as Hard to the Touch as Carrera Marble."
(That last line gets me most of all, and strikes me as an interesting reference, slightly Classical perhaps? Putting one in mind of Ancient Rome and Greece, Xenophon etc.?)
But even if there's no sign that Tuunbaq touched Peglar directly, that's not to say that it wasn't involved in his death... All around his body on the ice are Tuunbaq's gigantic footprints, circling again and again and again...
"The thing had Circled Harry many times. Watching as poor Mr Peglar lay Shivering and Dying? Enjoying itself? Had Harry Peglar's last shivering Image on this Earth been of that White Monstrosity looming over him, its black, unblinking Eyes watching? Why had the thing not eaten our friend?"
"The Beast was on two legs the entire time it was on the floe" was all that Captain Crozier said."
If ever they had any hope left, Goodsir feels it well and truly extinguished after the hasty funeral held for Peglar, Reid, and all the other body parts they've managed to cobble together.
"All of us, I believe, were Thinking that these words were a Eulogy and Farewell for each one of us. Up until this Day...I suspect that many of us still thought that we might Live. Now we knew that the odds of that had all but Disappeared..."
"The Ice will not give us up.""And the creature from the ice will not allow us to leave."
Nevertheless, they carry on.
Later, Goodsir goes through the dead men's remaining personal items. Bridgens approaches him specifically requesting Peglar's comb and his famous Papers ("...just a Remembrance of the man.") which Goodsir hands over, despite his own confusion.
The rest is left behind on the ice as they move on, "a sad little Cairn of Mortality".
The chapter ends with Tozer and the other four remaining Marines perishing in dramatic fashion as the ice opens up beneath them in the night and closes right behind them again with a deafening crash as they're swallowed up by "the Wine Dark Sea", another delicious Classical reference to end on. :(((
#The Terror#The Terror AMC#Observations#Random Observations#Meta#Rereading the Terror#Terror Spoilers#Harry Goodsir#Henry Peglar#John Bridgens#Edward Little#Solomon Tozer#Charles Frederick Des Voeux#Pain#Pure unadulterated pain
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what is wrong with you for you to publish a naked picture of a victim of gangrape on your blog, being dragged around by the men who raped her. why do you feel the need to exploit her further, why do you need to immortalize her suffering. you could have at least censored it, but you chose to just put it up for shock value. why did you think this was needed
If you aren't an Indian woman and don't even have the guts to come off anon, SHUT THE FUCK UP. That video is every Indian woman, from Bilkis Bano to the Unnao victim. If every Indian had to see that video, I'm going to make sure Radblr sees it too. Thanks to the Internet shutdown, it's been unknown until yesterday. We'd never known of it otherwise. And now the Union government is doing everything it can to scrub it off the Internet.
"Shock value" didn't even occur to me when I saw it. Any "shock value" it has is the outrage it's generating which is now forcing the Hindu Nationalist government to finally break their silence. If you can see the women are naked and what happened to them, you NEED to see all that. Who tf looks at that blurry image and thinks it's "further exploitation" when this is the only thing that documents what's happened and without which it would have gone unknown? I didn't post the video itself for obvious reasons, because one screenshot is all that's necessary. I won't "censor" it further, especially given that her face itself is unidentifiable from a screenshot.
If you saw that image, you should know there's been SEVERAL MORE of such incidents that haven't been similarly documented. Fuck your sensitive feelings.
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long ass rant about AI under cut that i made in like half an hour because i am so fucking pissed
i hate AI so fucking much i cant handle it i hate how my sister introduced it to mom and dad and now they use chatgpt and dont even consider how it might be wrong at all, they write it in my notebook that i use to give to the teacher and i hate it so much 'oh but you never look at it' and i never wanna hear anything about it ever again, no more of it, i dont care it should only be used as a TOOL to give you guidence, my sister was about to ask chatgpt for what to do for PYTHON when she could have asked "sorry buddy i cant understand python code"
ai does more damange and im so mad, i dont care if you use it for memes you are adding more fuel to the fire, the text can replace any writer for news outlets, reporters and the such, people generating art dont understand the struggles someone might have faced through the years to get where they are right now and only see it was a way to generate content
when i say 'ai will never be good as real people' im not saying how it will never be unidentifiable, there will be a time where you cannot tell if something is real or fake, when i say it i mean it that you wont ever replicate the way the person stood there, the photographer that managed to get as close as they could to the animal to snap a clip of it, the actors who have spent years practicing to get where they art, the young artist who started off small and is now handling how to draw their fave characters, the expirienced artist trying to get through work by being paid nothing from animators to manga artists, the writer who managed to finally write their own autobiograpthy from their own expirience, the fanfic writer who finally managed to get the story they wanted onto ao3 after months of writing, the painter who stood there for hours sitting in one place in nature just so they can repilcate it, the camara man who had to shoot a 1 minute clip for a film that probably took days to find the right shots, the person who writes articles trying to get the most information they could, the person who sat in a discord call with their friends to mimic some characters in a funny situation, the voice actor who trained their vocal cords to try to give the most emtion they could in a character, the 3d moddler who spent a very long time getting a hold of blender, the animator who spent 6 months on a 1 minute clip, etc
its all just soulless, yeah its pretty cool but you gotta stop and think "how will this effect the information we will get?" my mom has already fallen for a AI picture of a kid with alot of cats and sent me it, pinterest is full of them, my sister ONLY uses it and never does research on her own collage work and shes 1 year away from fully graduating, not once have i seen her put it down for a second to look up something to copy and paste all they do is scrape the work off others, they dont tell us where they got that data off, every ai image youve seen has been ripped off from an actual picture taken, from a drawing someone took to draw, someones selfie
not to mention, considering yesterday as of writing this it has been announced, what is the purpose of being able to generate an animation? i can see nothing good of it "but i can use it to get a good stockphoto" it doesnt matter, go find something thats the closest, the problem with these AI videos is that in one year it has changed so drastically, where do they get the data off this? how did they train it so fast in one year? were living in a distopian age, the age of the internet where it was the place where you can get allll your information quickly is becoming the past, ive seen countless articles who are obviously AI generated, ive heard people say that theyve seen ai generated images in scientific books, those are very important to get an understanding of how the thing theyre talking about works, why would you ever want to cut corners on something as important as that
"but i cant draw / do photography / find a good stockvideo" then LEARN!
1. drawing is for everyone and even after drawing since kindergarden i still consider myself a beginner artist, i dont know alot about anatomy, i dont know how to draw scenery, but thats ok because i can learn! i can get inspired by other artists to try and get better, ive had some rocky relationships with my art even now but thats also the beauty of it, even when you feel like you cant do it in afew years you can finally learn to!, ive seen many disabled people post about how they learnt to draw using a tecique they made themselves, you can go and think 'how do i make this more enjoyable for myself, how do i make this easier for myself?", same should go for writing
2. YOU CAN HIRE SOMEONE!!!! it may take awhile because of it taking time but it would make the persons day, and the way the economy is going its not working well
remember saga-afta? the whole thing where actors striked because of how little they were being payed for? and in the end the actor studio said "oh ok i guess BUT we will scan your body to use you even after you quit xD sorryyyy", alot of jobs are going to dissapear only because of the greed companies have, its the reason i fear having a job, not even artists like im mostly talking about, writers (script, normal writers, journalists, etc), photograpthers, and other jobs are going to dissapear not to mention not only misinformation the mentioned AI videos are just a bad idea all around what if someone fabricates evidence against you and uses it in court? well its certainly you theres no way it could be faked, what about propaganda? ive seen them make fake gameplay footage so ads are going to be unbearable
JUST TO BE CLEAR: im not against AI being used as a tool (ive seen a really good malwere horror video based off someones dream using photos from a game, getting an idea of how a paper should start and using it as an guide of where to go, etc) or actually being used to stop some other jobs people shouldnt have, but creativity is going down the drain, AI bros who use it for art and photos think about how pretty it should be, AI writers only use it because they couldnt be bothered, and probably other excamples i cant think of
i know AI will never truely dissapear, its not going anywhere and thats the reality, its not like nfts where they lot their value and everyone stopped caring, what should be reality is that there should be regulations, its going to be long enough untill someone uses it for more malicious stuff, yeah right now its people just spreading misinformation and ai generated articles but there is 100% going to be a time where someone is going to use it for revenge porn or to harrass someone with fake clips of them
pro ai as in ai that can detect cancer cells, anti ai as in videos, writing, etc
artists will never dissapear, photograpthers will never dissapear, writers will never dissapear, actors will never dissapear, voice acors will never dissapear it will only die if we dont give our voices, and theres more good then bad in AI
it needs to be regulated heavily
ill be sad that kids my age wont try to frankenstien a project using 5 different scorces and copy and pasting, theyll just grab the full text and wont care if its right or wrong, i will be sad for the kids who cant find a roleplay buddy and will just use chat ai to roleplay (which scrapes off others writing), etc
ai in the way im speaking about it is going to be terrible for alot of people with passions who cant get jobs because theyll be seen as replacable, the way people are going to exploit it for misinformation which goes from propaganda, revenge porn, other
"but it hasnt happened yet to people who generated text to video! it should be harmless" dont underestemate it, its going to happen eventually
i am just so tired of hearing about ai, i dont want any of it, i dont care, the way it is nowadays i am very against it, i am aware the hype is going to die down in afew years but right ow its so unbreable to me and i dread the day i get a job and they stop me and go "sorry buddy, you cant, we got computers to replace you", is there anything else i can say after this? fuck AI fuck the guy who made it more popular, i dont care how much you wanna make a meme or something you are feeding into it, stop using it untill there are proper regulations to stop it from spreading like wildfire, sooner or later someones going to use it for much worse
(sorry if its written weridly i didnt spell check i just needed to get this out)
#calico.exe#POSSIBLY delete later idk i fear that everyone will jump on me#cuz i didnt word some stuff right#anti ai#anti ai art#anti ai writing#anti ai voice acting#anti ai acting#anti ai videos
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Springing With Land Things at the End of Us
I knew of your fall from grace, and confessed to my knowing with lighter fluid in my purse.
It was my motivation to expose your brutal methods of Love to the mouths of the earth. They croak open and grab your misdeeds by the neck. Carnivorous flowers lick the dirt off your hands to the bone while from the soil canines emerge glinting in the sun of your magnificent depravity, for it is magnificent, and shine it does; your outpouring curse. I almost refrain.
Then I recognize the gentle stink of God at my side because he is. God is on my side in all matters of revenge. God has asserted his place at my side even as I have plunged below innocence for the purpose of discrediting your alliance with all the world's tender offers.
We, together renounce you from the empire of ardor. We perceive you as you are in the dark.
I make a fire by lake michigan.
I build a mound from molder, sweet memories mutated into muddied fuck juice and ruptured bruise, I set fire to the shit you gave me in good conscious. I burn the evidence of what falls short at rectifying you.
I am simple when I collaborate with harsh elements. Turning a bottle of white wine upside down into my mouth here and there, I dance around the smelly purple flames in pill blue tights and kitten heels, I spit on the black left of it all- it sparks, I giggle. I am liquor, I am hate, I am prayer, I am the proof of your ash.
I do not lose my balance over the sand, God is on my side.
The ink lake, horizon-side, bleeds up the sky, over my head, beyond the blooming trees, falling behind the jagged Chicago skyline, twinkling.
Birds chirp, their eyes have never been so wide as when they see me spray the flame with butane. They know it is the image of me gutting myself and feeling nothing. I do say goodbye as I let the rest of your memory lay upon the waters, moving into unidentified thing-ness.
#words words words#poetry#spilled thoughts#prose#journal#spilled ink#poem#literature#poets on tumblr#thoughts#words#spilled poetry#original post#antonin artaud#georges bataille#anais nin#marguerite duras#surrealism#abstract#writers
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Thai BL Favorites List Tag Game
thank you to the lovely @firstkanaphans for tagging me! the original prompt list was created by @thatgirl4815. let's get into it!
(note: i'll try my best to not make this entire list about never let me go, but you know who i am)
favorite bl: never let me go (nobody is surprised)
it's unique, innovative, the first gmmtv bl series based on an original script rather than adapted from a novel. the lovechild of cringe 90s thai action dramas and BL tropes that p'jojo flirts with or fucks with depending on how he's feeling. palm and nueng live in my head 24/7 and the cinematography of the series drove me to learn how to make gifs (something i would not recommend you do if you value your freetime lol)
favorite pairing: palmnueng :)
power imbalance, social expectations, and simmering sexual tension that all breaks loose at the seashore. duty turned to devotion and loneliness turned to love. two 18-year-olds whose life circumstances couldn't be more different yet find mirror images of their own insecurities and lack of self-worth in each other. clinging onto each other only to let go in the name of love. but always returning to each other, their other half, their soulmate. literally everything i could ever want in a pair. bonus: they kiss each other like they actually want to.
most underrated actor: sing!
he's great in comedic roles (had me wheezing with laughter in unidentified mysterious girlfriend). but completely slayed as todd in not me. toddblack scenes make me genuinely sick. i would love to see more of him in dark dramas. also you really just have to respect his dedication. he survived infamous early series like slamdance (he was paired with drake) and put his whole pussy into the puppy play in warp effect.
favorite character: palm pannakorn jannaloy
my most beloved boy. breaks my heart and heals it at the same time. he's just such a fundamentally good, kind person. and pretty much nothing in his life makes that easy. eternally self-sacrificing, without much love for himself but so so much love for others. even when they leave him behind. look! the very first gif i ever made was of him - see below and kindly disregard the quality.
favorite side character: pa jindapat
out of all the series i've watched, pa is probably the character i relate to the most. that's why she's my pfp! i love her messy buns and glasses and over-sized t-shirts. she just feels very real in all her interactions with pat and her cluelessness about her very big crush on ink. the little tremble in her voice in the dark room scene when she tells ink "i liked it. i liked it so much i thought that i was special to you" makes me tear up. she's funny and she's bold and she holds her ground and i love her. very much.
favorite scene: the farewell dance - never let me go, episode 9
there's no dialogue. just music. grief-stricken palm and nueng dancing slowly, somberly in a motel room palm will wake up alone in the next morning. nueng knows he's leaving; deep down, palm probably knows too. their steps slow and palm seeks comfort in a kiss that quickly turns desperate because they're both hurting and the only thing that will numb the pain is each other. the feeling of tears running down palm's face forces nueng to pull away. the look on nueng's face as he wipes palm's tears away is possibly my favorite thing phuwin has ever done. he looks so goddamn heartbroken and guilty, because nueng feels like palm's brokenness is his fault. also one of my favorite performances from pond - and he was in the hospital earlier that day!!
favorite line: "i love you. and i want you to love yourself too."
ayan to akk; the eclipse, episode 12, part 1/4. speaks for itself i think.
most anticipated bl and why: dangerous romance
although i'm definitely excited for only friends, i have a soft spot for underdogs and this series seems like one (especially if it airs at the same time as only friends). i love perth especially and both chimon and him are crazy talented actors. i hope despite the silly title of the series, the script gives them something good to work with. and i hope that "i hate you" kiss in the rain from the pilot is better in the actual series lmao. the bts photos are making me super excited! also: viewjune let's gooooooo
healthiest relationship in a bl: heartliming
these two make me cry. really just the epitome of finding a safe space in another person and providing them with a safe space in yourself. everything about them is beautiful. the amount of effort and care they put into learning how to communicate with each other is incredible. i love that they fight alongside each other. and: "i love it when i'm with him" - sometimes it's really as simple as that.
most toxic relationship in a bl: going to second @firstkanaphans here and say tharntype
this almost feels like a cop-out because it's so obvious, but it's true. nothing will ever excuse the things tharn did to type without his consent, and type's internalized and externalized homophobia wasn't dealt with satisfactorily in my opinion. there are good kernels in every story, but the bad overwhelmed the few good ones in this series for me.
guilty pleasure series: love by chance
guilty because it's mame and i don't love how aggressive they make ae (the sweetest, gentlest boy) toward the end. to be honest i skipped everything except for the aepete scenes when i watched this so i can't comment on the rest. but i often find myself returning to episode 4, in particular, because ae's feelings realization journey is lovely and soft and seeing baby perth and saint is always a treat. i liked it enough to gif it, so...
bonus! most underrated series: my only 12%
created this bonus category so i can beg you to watch this one if you haven't. trust me and suffer through the bad haircuts and slow burn. i knew it was different from other series when seeiw cries while watching a queer movie with his sister, recognizing his own feelings onscreen, then sneaks downstairs to watch the rest by himself in tears later that night. that experience is so fucking real. this series seared me with its portrayal of the nostalgia and grief of childhood friendships and eventual separation, and the role reversal post-reunion is so well done it makes me insane. i was sobbing in my room at 4am and that's the best review i can give a series.
i had a lot of fun doing this and i hope if you read to this point you got... well, something, out of it. tagging @cankersoregirl @first-kanaphan @feralmuskyscentedhoepran @akkpipitphattana @ayan-sukkhapisit @nongnaos and anyone else who may like to do this!
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