#queue of doom

[winds-of-zephyr416]

Melkor: Mairon Mairon: Yes? Melkor: I know I'm chaotic and destructive Mairon: Yes Melkor: And I make a path of devastation wherever I go.... Mairon: Yes... Melkor: And you're talented and smart and very very handsome..... Mairon, nodding: Uh huh Melkor, getting down on one knee: Would you care to join me? Mairon: Mairon: Melkor: please? Mairon: .... Mairon: FUCK YES!! Melkor: *Sobs* Cool

[theatredesvampiress]

You gave me nothing. You took.

[superpointlesschicken]

Hey yeah so I have this queued anyone who sees this can join :3

I made myself and undertaker :3

@in-a-mello-mood

@theremainsof

[baba-is-blog]

MOD IS SANRIO FAN?

ANSWER IS NOT REALLY

[hexcodewisteria]

i love how shisui's actions at the end of vol. 4 haunt the rest of the story even if she's rarely ever mentioned by name. her actions and plan first of all are what causes the entire paradigm shift in the series— ending the power of the shi clan and warning jinshi while also effectively forcing jinshi's disguise in the rear palace to end.

and then the effects follow maomao throughout the rest of the story— the obvious stuff with maomao grieving her when the appropriate mentions come up and looking into markets for the hairstick and then in vol. 5 maomao even figures out the locust/grasshopper mystery because of the clues shisui left behind and then there's the one moment in— i think volume 10 or 11? where maomao touches jinshi's scar and tells him he's not immortal, that he can be scarred and brought low— that scar wouldn't have been there without shisui doing so in the first place (admittedly this is a very little thing compared to the rest but it's still significant because its part of the whole cascading events at the end of vol. 4). every action she made and the relationships she created even if it was under a false identity still deeply mattered and her presence is felt even when the scene isn't about her or the shi clan but because her actions and character were so momentous, even if her total time in the story proper was barely two or three volumes.

[millidew]

“you’re really…not boring” -> “I want you”

“at least I…wasn’t boring, right?” -> “do you want me”

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Jerry Cantrell performing with Alice In Chains At The Underworld In London, Britain 1993.

📸 by Brian Rasic

[serickswrites]

Let's Get You Cleaned Up

Warnings: captivity, torture, bruises, restraints, rescue, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery

Whumpee trembled in the corner of their cage. Their face hurt and they knew the bruises of various ages that covered their body probably also covered their face. Whumper had been relentless in their beating. But didn't break any of Whumpee's bones. Didn't bleed them. Just battered and bruised Whumpee for hours on end.

Each time Whumper was done with them, Whumper shoved them back in the cage, locking their shackles to the back corner. Each time was a welcome relief from the pain. Each time Whumpee could huddle in the corner and cry by themself. Each time they were safe from Whumper.

But this time was different.

Whumpee could hear screaming and shouting from deep within the compound. Could hear the sound of fighting. Each noise grew louder and louder. Each noise had Whumpee shaking harder and harder. What if someone was coming to hurt them?

The door banged open and Whumpee flattened themself into the corner of the cage. They couldn't help the fine tremor that wracked their body.

"Whumpee?" A voice that Whumpee had hoped they would hear again called. "Whumpee, are you there?"

"Caretaker," Whumpee sobbed. They were saved. Caretaker was there. Caretaker had found them.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker said as they hurried forward. "Let's get you out of there and cleaned up."

"Caretaker," Whumpee sobbed harder. This was real. This was happening. They were saved.

Caretaker quickly broke the lock on the cage doors. They quickly unchained Whumpee. "Whumpee, Whumpee. I've got you. You're ok," Caretaker said as they took Whumpee in their arms.

"You're freezing! Let's get you a blanket." Caretaker started to rise, but Whumpee clung on harder.

"Please," Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest, "don't leave. I...I can't, please."

Caretaker wrapped their arms around Whumpee tighter. "I'm not going to leave you, Whumpee. Not ever. I have you. You're safe now."

[winds-of-zephyr416]

More angbang from the quote generator because THEM

*shakes them shakes them shakes them shakes them sha-*

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Mairon: Are you a cuddler? Melkor: I'm a machine of death and destruction. Mairon: Melkor: …Yeah, I'm a cuddler.

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Mairon, skipping rocks on a lake with Melkor: It’s such a beautiful evening. Melkor: Yeah, it is. Melkor: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

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Melkor: Mairon, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times. Mairon: sigh Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

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Mairon: What's this? Melkor, hugging Mairon: Affection! Mairon: Disgusting. Mairon: …Do it again.

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Melkor: Fight me! Mairon, standing behind him and holding a knife: mouths Do not.

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Melkor: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it. Melkor: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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Melkor: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

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Mairon: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Melkor: What's that? Mairon: Remorse code. Melkor: I'm even angrier now.

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Melkor: Don't go to the kitchen. Mairon: Why? Melkor: I saw a spider. Mairon: Well, did you kill it? Melkor: It has 8 arms and I only have 2, it's not fair…

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Melkor: Not to be nsfw on main but I want Mairon to hold me while I sleep.

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Melkor: Stop doing that. Mairon: Stop doing what? Melkor: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you!

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Mairon: I’m here for the cult stuff. Melkor: How did you find us? Mairon: I saw your ad on craigslist.

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Melkor: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Mairon, not looking up from his book: Spear. Melkor: BLOCKED.

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Melkor: You wanna see how hardcore I am? Melkor: *punches wall* Melkor: Melkor: Take me to the hospital.

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Melkor: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Mairon: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby? Mairon: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us. Mairon: I also want to softhack his circuits. Melkor: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

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Melkor: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Mairon! Mairon: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

[ranahan]

This blog is 10% frantic inspiration and 90% queue of doom. If I didn’t use the queue, I’d flood the dash once a month and dead silence for the rest of it. I put reblogs and short posts in the queue and shake occasionally; longer posts that I’ve been working on for a while I let stew overnight (then I can see the typos) and then post (because I deserve that sweet dopamine after working hard).

[niftukkun]

far travelled messenger

are you not curious to what you carry?

like clipping a canary's feathers,

low down do these random gods fall

[pyrholidonhead]

tonight I'd like to thank my best friend henry collins for contributing to the representation of depressed welshmen on doomed expeditions

[front-facing-pokemon]

[baba-is-blog]

DOOM IS ETERNAL

[writing-for-life]

[baka-rina]

Alan and Jeord Stuart’s Birthday

August 20th

[x] by Nami Hidaka ( @hidakanami )