#pain and memory

[solsoreia]

spilling

I'm having poetry today.

drinking it in a wine glass and

shoving it down my throat.

It tastes like last summer,

warm and sour when

the Sun was kind and young.

It tastes like this winter, painful

prickly and barron and unforgiving.

Its spilling from my mouth and my hands

staining everything.

Everything is blood.

It looks beautiful,

It is pathetic.

It is simmering slow

in the burning pit of my heart.

while the ice in my glass freezes my nerves.

I dash out words on poisoned

blades, placed at the tip of my sharp tongue,

carefully curated to be

disguised in howling laughter

You put them in a glass for me,

slowly picking at my best.

Savouring the crimes

That I commit at my worst

At the edge of broken glass,

and shattered promises,

I put my smiling lips,

and drink.

I'm drinking poetry today.

Cape cod mixed,

Glass rimmed

with salt from the tears I shed

And you're laughing behind the bar

"It's on the house babe."

[soapbbox]

You know how in TFP Optimus can’t really remember what happened during his time without the matrix. Yeah. The sad version of this what if Optimus met cogless Megatron.

Cont from this, and this

[artlipsis]

did you know you can edit the dialogue in CoM with a hex editor

[morganbritton132]

Steve Harrington and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day but it’s actually two months of him trying to keep appointments with his doctor and either forgetting about them or getting distracted and missing them.

This goes on for so long, Dr Owen’s shows up at his door like, “Have you considered Adderall?”

[iwasbored777]

The way Glinda looks at the statue and she throws the torch so quickly to burn it, I think it wasn't just that she was pretending to be ok with people celebrating Elphaba's death but because she hates this image of Elphaba. She hates the "Wicked Witch" because she knows that this is not who Elphaba was. She'll never see her friend again but this image will stay, even though it's not true. And she tells the story hoping that someone will understand.

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x01 - “Heavy is the Crown”

[lotus-pear]

clowns in court

[nebulaahh]

On Grief

or, On the Best Friend You Met in Middle School who will Never Graduate College

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[menaathena]

Okay, so, I rewatched A Tale of Two Stans recently, and a little detail stood out to me. In the scene where Stan gets kicked out, he pleads to Ford for some sort of help or reassurance, which Ford responds to by closing the curtains.

THEN we get:

"Stanford? Don't leave me hangin'. High six?" This comes AFTER Ford closes the curtains and presumably turned away, right? But, in one of the lost journal pages in the Book of Bill, what do we see?

A startlingly accurate depiction of Stan's offered high-six.

This implies two possibilities to me. One: Ford couldn't bear to fully look away and peeked through the curtains, and this image of Stan burned itself into his memory to where he can still recreate it ten years later. Two: Ford knows Stan well enough to where he can accurately guess what his twin would have looked like based on what he heard in that moment. Both options are absolutely heartbreaking. Everything about these two fuckers makes me want to cry

[srapsodia]

"Right now, you're useless to me."

[argonblue]

Historia Viventem

[cspcrashing]

one day the gold of wheat fields will replace the memories of spilled golden blood

[bloodydeanwinchester]

DESTIEL IN EVERY EPISODE → 8x07 a little slice of kevin

hey, everything isn't your responsibility.

getting me out of purgatory wasn't your responsibility.

you didn't get out. so whose fault was it?

[zivazivc]

Goodbye Rock Kingdom...

This is my idea for what specifically the far north-west region of the Rock Kingdom looks like, the part bordering the forested colorful Pop territory, and known as the backwater, hick part of the country. It's very scarcely populated with mainly woolly caterpillar farms and small settlements, and it's where Les and Hed are from.

While the center of the kingdom is a large active volcano which doesn't lend itself to most plant life, I imagine there's more and more the further away you travel from it. My main inspiration for this part of the country were the tundra biome and the Scottish highlands — with the ground mostly being covered in rock and a thin layer of soil and flora: mostly low growing vegetation like lichen, moss and herbs, and nothing taller than subshrubs such as heather and berry bushes. Actual shrubs and trees start to show up only when you start to near the Pop Forest.

The nature is mostly in various shades of reds, browns, grays, and earthy greens, basically the colors Rock Trolls come in, since my headcanon is that their colors are like camouflage in their natural environment. (I don't think Rock Trolls can change the color of their hair the way we see Pop Trolls do in the first movie.)

And their shaggy hair textures are supposed to resemble the environment too. With all the lichen and other rough and patchy textures, I was also trying to bring out a bit of a "grunge" effect. Though I feel like this part didn't come out in the illustrations the way I wanted it to. ':)

Overall I imagine it being a very pretty place, with open skies and amazing views, the downside is the close-mindedness of the trolls living there and the fact that there's not much going on.

[starry-bi-sky]

no thoughts head empty de-aged blood blossom danny

if ONLY because i was at work yesterday out in the play yard and one of the babies from the one year old room walked up to me, held up her arms and went "up. up" and i caved like a wet fucken nOODLE and im inflicting that onto Bruce

so im just picturing like, roughly 18mo Danny, just absolutely teeny, walking up to Bruce in the Batman suit, grabbing his cape and pulling on it to get his attention or plastering himself to the side of his legs (<- real experience i've had) and when Bruce looks down at him Danny just goes "Bah-man, bah-man. Up."

and im teLLING YOU. Bruce would cave in a fucking heartbeat.

or if he crouches down, Danny will just crawl onto him anyways. wraps both arms around his neck and tries to raise his leg over his knee so he can wrap himself around his waist (<- ALSO A REAL EXPERIENCE I'VE HAD)

also he can't fully articulate himself yet, he doesn't have all of his teeth quite yet and phonetics are harD, so he can't say Bruce it just sounds like "boo" or "booce" like 'boost' but without the 't'.