#SCREEEEEECHING

[sleepiest-token]

I GOT SLEEP TOKEN TICKETS I COULDNT FIND ANY FOR STANDING AND RHE SEATS THAT WERE AVAILABLE WERE KINDA OUT OF MY BUDGET AND I DONT GET PAID FOR A WHOLE WHILE BUT I BOUGHT THEM ANYWAY AND ITLL BE SO WORTH IT AHHHHHHH

[jez-bez]

Boss/Cir moaning is my roman empire

[noblcgames]

the mirror shows no reflection, only a dark fog. perhaps magic will reveal more. the others urge me to try. .... the shadowy things wear the faces of my kin. blank eyes staring. they don't speak. they don't even know their names. i did this. i let the mirror corrupt them. i'm to blame.

[cress-meadowforge]

Weeks had passed, and Cress had been deliberate in her work. As reluctant as she was to concede, to lend credence to an argument other than her own, Slate's words clung to her, weighing more heavily in the wake of their ruined affair -- and, ultimately, his notable absence. The work was not -- and would never be -- easy, but perhaps there was a place for her in this new world. And if there wasn't, Cress was bright enough, cunning enough, charming enough to carve one away.

And so she stood before another cell. How many had she seen? Peered into -- and out of? How many battered bodies of loved ones had been slumped just beyond them, rotting away, regardless of the regime?

"I'm not here to take you to the chamber," Cress gestured to the guard, who fumbled with his keys. "I'm here to collect you."

A chill seeped into her bones from the air around her, turning her fingers blue with cold, her eyes swollen from the pain inflicted upon her for crimes that weren’t her own. Once again, her father had caused her suffering, but this time it left a strange, bitter taste in her mouth. The pain hadn’t come from his hand—it had come from those she once admired, those who were supposed to free them from the oppression that plagued the citizens of Panem. But they hadn’t kept their promises. They had crossed their fingers while offering grand ideas to the public. Instead of being freed, she had been oppressed for the first time in her life, and now she was certain they meant to kill her.

Her eyes moved slowly upwards to the bars that confined her in the small, cold room where she had been held for months. Someone was standing there—she knew that much, though it was hard to make out who it was. Her gaze, dim and filled with pain, shifted away from the figure before her and returned to her fingers.

"If you’re going to take me back to the chamber," she began, her voice weak and hoarse from disuse, "just do it already."

[shininwadacat]

Work on the video.

Work on the comic.

Work on the video.

Work on the comic.

Work on the video.

Work on the comic.

SCREEEEEECH

I swear I'm bouta cry.

[owlghosts9]

so, about three years ago, I was part of the Ninjago fandom. Really invested into it until I picked up another one (cue wings of fire phase) and kind of forgot about Ninjago, until this year. And can I just say that it has changed??? A lot??? Well, obviously, it was three years ago, BUT STILL???

a few examples:

Kai and Nya used to have one last name (smith) but now you can use jiang (which I love infinitely more)

there’s so many new rarepair ships, like Ninjago always had a lot, but it like tripled or something

people actually ship benthomaar and Lloyd? I remember when seabound first came out I was like the only person who ever talked about this ship. Now I see art of it and it makes me cry

people used to be totally fine with Lloyd x ninja shipping. I remember being so grossed out by it. Like why that’s a literal child stfu

NYA AND KAI AREN’T WHITE.

there’s more but I forgot

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @retrbution / deaw & theo

In the opulent aftermath of the night's opera at the Metropolitan, the air itself seemed to shimmer. The grand hall, a sanctum of art and arias, still whispered with the haunting echoes of 'Per Questo Dolce Amplesso.' Bouquets rained upon the stage like vibrant cascades, fragrant gardens plucked from their roots in homage. Gifts, each a microcosm wrapped in mystery, twinkled under the soft glow of chandeliers. The atmosphere, heavy with enchantment, seemed to weave a spell around the audience, each breath they drew a silent vow to cherish this night's memory like a sacred secret. "Un Dieu, un Deaw," a titled patron might have cried from the seclusion of their box. One god, one Deaw.

Yet, amidst the splendor, a peculiar sensation had haunted Deaw's performance—a persistent, almost spectral tug, akin to a finger delicately unraveling a single strand of hair or a ghostly caress against the cheek. This presence, elusive yet unyielding, remained static through the performance but began to stir as the audience ebbed away. It drew nearer, closer, stealthily, until just a few steps away, where Deaw's gaze lifted to the broad back of a young man, his silhouette outlined by the stage lights. Dark hair, fluid as spilled ink, broad shoulders that spoke of strength.

The urge to interrupt, to confront this pull, was overwhelming, yet decorum held sway. Surrounded by affluent patrons backstage, Deaw turned, seeking solace in the anonymity of the cold evening air. A lump formed in their throat, their hands fumbled for the comfort of a cigarette, their breaths coming in shallow gasps, as if that fleeting encounter had stolen more air than their entire performance.

But then, a flame flickered to life in the darkness, casting a warm, inviting glow. Deaw looked up.

[buckybarnesss]

not only did this episode give us an examination of peter and stiles's dynamic but it fucking proved scott and peter are still linked psychically

fuck me.

[thatoneluckybee]

Same

[discountalien-pancake]

Somewhere in me there is a rant about how people bemoaning the use of social cues as “refusing to communicate” are just. Petulant. You complain about people relying on social cues not “using their words” but have you ever in fact informed them explicitly that you cannot pick up on social cues? Or asked them to clarify a cue?

People who use social cues had to learn how to use them and fun fact! Loads of them are neurodivergent just like you! They are communicating but in a nonverbal language and it is not them being an asshole. They do not and cannot know you don’t understand them if you don’t fucking tell them that.

Communication is a two-way street.

[musamultarc]

I DID A DUMB. Friendly reminder: Check who runs blogs before you follow them, not after!!!!!!

[definitelyheaven]

Hmm hmm hmm i should not have taken those

[king-candybug-backup]

Forgive me father for I have failed...........

GONNA BE POUNDING BACK CAFFEINE UNTIL I GET THIS DONE THOUGH, I'M GOING FERAL, I CAN'T TAKE IT, I NEED TO GET THROUGH THIS DAMN CHAPTER ALREADY, IT WILL TAUNT ME NO LONGER, AAAAGGGHHHHHH

S O O N.

IF I DON'T GET THE NEXT CHAPTER POSTED SOMETIME IN THE NEXT 19 HOURS, TAKE ME OUT BACK AND GIVE ME THE OLD YELLER TREATMENT. /j

[kissingwookiees]

GHOULS PLAYABLE IN FALLOUT 76 NEXT YEAR GUYS I'M FINALLY GONNA GET TO PLAY GHOUL JASON

[bromanceandships]

[awesomewithoutme]

Cindy Lou Who by Sabrina Carpenter. I'm obsessed.