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prompts-in-a-barrel · 4 months
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"My life is a nightmare."
"It's just a few hours of babysitting."
"If you killed me now it would be a mercy."
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daloy-politsey · 6 months
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Pictures of Syrians showing support for Ukraine
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inkshine · 2 months
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The Terror is wild because a guy attempts mass murder-suicide and he's not even close to being the main antagonist
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daily-property-police · 5 months
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Day 328- You don’t understand it’s the funniest thing in the world to me.
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tiktoks-for-tired-tots · 10 months
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months
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DUST, What do you mean when you say nightmare saved you from error :O
Also MY GUY you gotta get some help before you dust away
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Past Dusttale Papyrus: BROTHER, I THINK- Past Dust: think quieter i'm trying to kill people Past Error: Hahaha… what? Past Error: a sans with LOVE… you're such a horrible abomination. Past Error: even worse than the other filthy glitches. Past Dusttale Papyrus: BROTHER YOU IMBECILE!! GO GIVE MONEY TO THAT MENTALLY ILL HOMELESS MAN! Past Dust: papy i'm pretty sure the "mentally ill homeless man" is trying to kill us Past Dusttale Papyrus: THAT'S NO EXCUSE!! Past Error: Past Error: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME??
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thetoadcrow · 5 months
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heavier music is hilarious cuz you can listen to a song about satan eating your limbs off and then having you go on a murder spree with knives in your amputated elbows and then this is the guy who wrote it
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cistematicchaos · 10 months
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It always pisses me off when I say my grandma was murdered and the minute people hear it was done by medical professionals, they no longer give a fuck. Not as in they don't care she's dead, but as in they believe it was just an accident, or it was inevitable because she was older, or it was her fault because she was mentally ill. Its as if murder via medical professionals/our healthcare system is invalid, people are just act like she fucking died-as if her life wasn't fucking stolen. Y'all don't know how common this shit is and I've seen it happen numerous times over, as well as seeing numerous attempts and its such a heavy weight to carry.
People act like I'm exaggerating or just shouldn't speak of it, because it reflects badly on our medical system and especially as someone who's mentally ill, someone who's crippled, its terrifying to see how easily it is for medical professionals to murder people like me and for us to just disappear as they go on living their life like nothing happened, watching eugenics play out right in front of you. And how the fuck are you even supposed to grieve when your loved one's death is "invalid" in people's eyes and you're not even supposed to discuss it? its a mess.
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Hey who wants a small WIP for my cryptid batfam story
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   Bruce nodded, giving them a small smile. “Good job,” he encouraged, as the many, many parenting books had said to do. Repeatedly. “And what do you think we should do?” 
   Barbara- sorry, Batgirl- was the first to pipe up, though both practically vibrated in glee, their little wings flapping as they moved. “Take them out from above! Not let them sound the alarm, and, and, um…” 
   “I hit them from behind and Batgirl can hit them from the front! And we won’t break a lung this time!” Dick chirped, bouncing slightly. Ah. Yeah, the first few times they had gone after the same person they’d managed to do more than crack a few of the person’s ribs, which, yeah. Not a good thing. 
   Not to mention the fact that one of the first lessons he had to teach them was how to properly hide a body, or at least hide how you might be the reason behind the death. Because small children diving at someone at thirty-to-eighty miles per hour (forty-eight to one-hundred and twenty-nine kilometers per hour, he mentally translated from habit) had a habit of collapsing a lung, crushing a liver, or just snapping a neck depending on where they hit. 
   Ugh, there were no parenting books to help with things like that. 
   “Anything else?” he hummed, keeping an eye down at the gang bustling around, a few guns waving around as they turned a few flashlights towards any shadow. Not complete idiots then, but still forgetting to so much as look up. Amateurs. 
   “Let one escape so they can lead us to where they’re storing stuff if it’s not in this warehouse?” 
   “Make sure not to give one a heart attack?” 
   “Oh! Oh! Make sure not to give you a heart attack!” 
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anti-terf-posts · 5 months
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Scottie why do you believe terfs should be treated with kindness even after all they've done.
We've both been on the receiving end of that.
Why do they deserve anything but what's coming for them
I don't even know how to respond to this. Jesus christ.
I don't think TERFS should be treated with kindness, I think ex-radfems/terfs/swerfs should be treated with kindness.
and even then, I think that radfems should be treated with SOME level of kindness. treating bigots with kindness has proven to work before.
also, "why do they deserve anything other than what's coming to them?"? really? do you realize how horrible that sounds? I really hope you just mean like calling them names and telling them to fuck off, not rape and murder, because no one deserves that.
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meerlichtz · 2 years
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ok but I am actually unwell about this. imagine you’ve been murdered and tortured time and time again, eaten twice and killed thrice, and then the person you live with, your best friend, gently tells you, in total darkness, how he likes looking at you. and you say that you like looking at him, too, because you do. red is your favourite color for a reason. and neither of you can smile because his face is covered by yarn and you don’t actually have a mouth but the moment is so gentle and quiet and soft and it’s nothing like everything you’ve been through, like the horrors you’ve seen and the things they’ve done to you. every day you wake up in your personal hell with no way to escape but it doesn’t matter, not right now. in this moment, he is kind to you. he likes looking at you. you like looking back at him.
and also you look like this and he looks like that
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Vincent Price as Paul Toombes
Madhouse (1974)
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daloy-politsey · 2 months
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There is no reason to join the US military. If you need to pay for college then just spend your first two years at a community college and then transfer to a state school. Get a job. Apply for scholarships. Do anything other than kill for US empire.
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liauditore · 8 months
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day two of drawing lizzie shadowlady everyday until life smp season 5
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whumpshaped · 4 months
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anon asked:
A villain that's being tortured by the hero, because the hero thinks they had something to do with the death of their teammate. But villain didn't have anything to do, it was all supervillains plan, but hero doesn't listen to them. Even if they beg, scream, or plead, the hero doesn't... doesn't behave like a hero. Where did all that mercy go?
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tw death mention, murder mention, interrogation (sort of), torture, burns, revenge (directed at the wrong person)
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Villain screamed, tears streaming down their face from the utter agony Hero had put them through so far; and which they showed no signs of stopping. “I had nothing to do with it! Do you think I even know all your dumb fucking friends? Do you think I spend my day hunting them down? I barely care about you!”
Hero didn’t seem fazed. They didn’t even seem angry, really, and that was the scariest part. They seemed cold and detached, devoid of all the good parts of their public persona. All Villain was left with was everything else, the things Hero cleverly dressed up in flourish and respectable morals: brutal efficiency, a calculating mind, and the terrifying ability to pinpoint others’ weaknesses. 
They would’ve made a vicious villain, a fact Villain liked to taunt them with every now and then. Hero always came back with some ridiculous monologue about how all the wealth in the world was nothing compared to the worthy cause of helping others. Villain really, really wished they’d launch into a monologue like that right about now.
“Say, does fire hurt you at all?” Hero asked instead, unfeeling eyes boring into their soul. “I know it doesn’t kill you. Does it hurt?” 
“Hero, listen to me. I’m not the one you fucking want! You’re torturing the wrong guy! Do you not care about it at all? Are you just torturing me for the sake of it? Because if so, maybe we’re on the same fucking team!”
Hero didn’t answer. They grabbed a lighter from the table next to them and put it right under Villain’s chin, and they couldn’t do anything except crane their head to get as far away from it as possible. “I suppose it does, yeah? You wouldn’t be squirming so much if it didn’t.”
“Please!” they blurted out, their angry facade crumbling under the threat of third degree burns. “Please, I’m telling the truth! I had nothing to do with it! I don’t know who did it! I would tell you, I swear I would! Hell, I can help you hunt them down, just listen to me! You’re supposed to be the good guy! You’re supposed to be just!” Their voice was getting more and more desperate, and while they weren’t proud of it, they wouldn’t be proud of several burn scars on their face and neck either. At least the memory would fade away.
“Just?”
Hero flicked the little thing on, and the flame started licking at the sensitive skin of their throat. They could withstand the heat better than regular people, but they couldn’t take it forever — an inhuman scream was eventually ripped from their chest as it became too much, too painful, too hot. Hero didn’t seem to care. They continued dragging the lighter along their jawline, grabbing them by the hair to steady them when they started thrashing too much.
By the end of it, Villain was a sobbing mess, unable to even let their head hang. It hurt too much. It was ironic, the fact that they’d be forced to walk around with their head held high, because putting it down would be all too painful. 
“It wasn’t just when I lost my friend to your little scheme.” Hero tossed the lighter back onto the table. Some of their anger was seeping through their words, now, and Villain would’ve grovelled and apologised at the sound of it, had they been the one responsible for the murder.
When they saw Hero grab the can of gasoline, they decided it didn’t matter whether they were responsible. “It wasn’t! It was unfair, and I’m sorry! I– Do you want me to say it was me? What do you want? What do you want from me? Even if I was responsible, what would this change? I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do to help you, but I’ll– I’ll do anything! I’ll be a spy, I’ll be a fucking rat, I’ll help you catch whoever did it! I’ll stop with my little schemes! Please!”
None of their pleas were heard. Hero completely doused them, not caring whether the liquid would make the previous burns worse. Villain supposed it didn’t matter, not when they were about to do something so much worse. 
They coughed and sputtered and tried to get the disgusting taste out of their mouth at least, but they couldn’t get it off their face enough to open their eyes and see what was going on. In the end, they didn’t have to. They could hear it very clearly when Hero lit a match.
And the rest? The rest they could feel.
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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months
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Is error a member?
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Nightmare: my team consists of Killer, Dust, Horror, and Cross. i have a fair amount of allies, but those tend to be people who still have Aus. however, there are plenty that don't. and, the majority of multiverse travellers tend to be Sanses, Frisks, Alphys, Floweys, Toriels... some Gasters too.
Nightmare: (anyway)
Nightmare: while Error may cause a bit of negativity from time to time, most are in short bursts where the victims are unhappy because they're all being killed. he also frequently attempts to kill my employees and allies, which is... annoying to say the least
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