#1000 Hurts

[guerrilla-operator]

Shellac // Canaveral

I'd like to put him up there in one I'd like to see his face I'd like to put him up there in one Blow him up into space He'll fertilize the rice in China With the cinders of his remains Want to start a country somewhere On an island or an archipelago Or a peninsula, or an isthmus, or a fjord or An inlet, or even a mountain Print up stamps and money there And they'll all have Oswald's face

[rastronomicals]

7:28 AM EDT March 26, 2024:

Shellac - "Squirrel Song" From the album 1000 Hurts (August 8, 2000)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[squarecloud73]

*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it

Once upon a time

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

[Based on a group chat (I was Wen Ning)]

Congratulations to everyone who graduated recently, or is soon to graduate!!!

[sleepy-merchants]

it was an obligation making their dress sunflower-themed

it's on the god forsaken blue bird site @ MerchantsArt

[heph]

Call me crazy for reading so much into a show like House MD but I think the main theme of House is that despite doing everything perfectly and being a good person, shit happens.

Sickness and pain will be inflicted on you and your loved ones and there's nothing you can do about it, but to persevere, to fight for your life, to keep living despite it all - to love is a part of the human condition; our capability of love is what makes life worth living, despite all the pain that you will inevitably experience.

This show exemplifies the pain of living and the needs and desires of human beings to keep going despite it all

And idk... There's something beautiful about how a show with so many stupid whimsical dumb scenes can impart something so profound in my stupid little brain

[tigercomplexes]

dudes will see a towering representation of mankind's destruction and try to kill it

[devilsp3rm]

Yeah, I'm gonna try uploading in the day rather than in the early morning, sorry abt that :P.

Anyways I finished this sketches, I'm slowly making my comeback and of course I got shadow banned lmaoo, so if you liked, commented, tagged and reposted that would be so sweet! Anyways eeeh gore and guts

[supemaeve]

[coffehbeans]

Another thing I like in g/t is when the giant is just a guy. No using his size to assert control over others, no dominance bs, just... A guy. Chilling.

Yeah, he might be over 100ft tall capable of destroying countless civilizations under his feet, but dude is having none of it, really. He's not interested in that power fantasy, just wants to hang out and chat, make some friends maybe.

[shima-draws]

My brain: Haha yeah I dunno if I’ll ever get into One Piece I mean it’s so long and such a huge dedication timewise—

Me, already 13 episodes in: Um. Well,

[just-anka]

Stockholm! Such a cool city, had so much fun exploring.

[goatpunches]

celebrating the start of december with some winter wangxians

[bumblingbabooshka]

We must stop interpreting Tuvok's rejection of spice as indicative of Vulcans as a whole and focus in on it as an individual failing that falls on his shoulders alone...

[ditzyredrobin]

With This Breath (I Promise to Protect You)

Or what I wrote instead of finishing my first chapter of Shrike. Chapter one is tentatively coming out on Saturday. I’m still tweaking a few things to help the flow.

This is part of my Bad Things Happen bingo card so expect more whump yet. 😅

Prompt: Hurts to Breathe

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“Easy, it’s just me.”

Tim looked up from the mound of crumbled man in front of him, bo staff outreached in a protective stance, ready to go again, if needed. Dick’s brow was furrowed, palms outstretched in a universal “I-come-in-peace” sign, as he slowly took a step towards them. “I’m not going to hurt him, I promise, I just need to go trust me, okay?”

Tim tensed.

It was Dick, he reminded himself.

Logically, he knew Dick wouldn’t hurt him, he was safe, he had protected them both before, but he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction. Jason was laid out on the ground behind him, unmoving aside from the rise and fall of his chest (last time he’d checked at least) and vulnerable. There was a dent in his helmet near his temple where he’d been hit. Hard.

Tim’s chest ached with each uneven breaths. Truthfully, he felt like a wrong gust of wind was enough to knock him down at this point but he would protect Jason, or go down trying. He had to protect him. He had promised months ago when they had first gotten together that what had happened to Jason as Robin would never happen again.

Until his last breath, he would keep both Dick and Jason safe, come Hell or high water, damn it.

So, why was he braced to fight Dick? He didn’t have an answer.

Dick froze, “I know you’re worried about him, I am, too. I won’t hurt either of you, I just want to help.”

He sounded earnest but Tim couldn’t stop himself—Tim bared his teeth at Dick in a snarl. If he had to fight Dick, he would. He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt Jason.

Not again.

The shadows rippled behind Nightwing as Batman and Robin entered the scene—Dick a few feet from them and Tim blocking Jason’s body with his own.

Everything ached from head to toe and his vision had begun to blur. He leaned heavily on his staff, leaving him open for attack, but if it meant keeping Jason safe, he would.

Nightwing held up his hand, stopping Batman and Robin from getting too close. Surprisingly, Batman stopped, holding Robin back with him.

“Nightwing, report.” The voice of the Dark Knight jostled Tim’s brain back into reality just a little bit.

“I’m not sure what happened, I heard Hood call for back up over the comms, and when I got here, he was down and Red was like this.” Dick gestured to the duo.

What Tim wouldn’t do to sit down right now. He was beginning to feel lightheaded and airy. He shivered as the cold night began to settle in his bones.

Batman grunted and Tim could feel his icy blue eyes examining the situation through his white outs.

Tt came from Robin’s mouth, “Get over yourself, Drake, and stop being so dramatic. We simply want to help.”

Oh, he knew that voice.

The one that had cut his line, who had attempted to murder him on no less than two occasions. Tim grit his teeth and stood up straight, the effort left him panting. He wouldn’t let him touch Jason.

Now it was go time.

“Robin, enough.”

Even if it wasn’t directed at him, the command sent a shiver down Tim’s spine. Some of the tension eased from his body. He wasn’t Robin anymore but his body acted like it was for him on reflex, like he was still Robin. Like the command was for him.

“But father-“

“Enough.”

“Tt.”

Dick and Batman shared a look, both seeming to have noticed him almost drop his guard.

“Red Robin, report.”

Tim shivered again. That voice was engrained on his brain as the one that would always keep him safe, Tim was his Robin, his son.

“Robin, report.” Batman called again when his first command had gone unanswered. “Now.”

Okay, he could do this. Batman was here.

He could do this.

“I was helping Hood take down a trafficking ring when we were ambushed. Hood took a blow to the head with a bat and has been down for 4 minutes.” Tim said automatically, as if under a trance.

Batman grunted, seemingly satisfied with his answer. “What is the state of your injuries?” Because it was obvious he was injured, wasn’t it? You can’t hide much from Batman.

“I took a blow to the ribs and hip. Two possibly broken ribs and my left ankle is sprained.”

Batman made it that easy. If Batman asked a question, Tim would give it to him. There was no going against Batman.

Batman grunted in response, not taking his eyes off of Tim and Jason. “You’ve done a good job tonight, it’s time to go home. Can you make it to the Batmobile on your own or do you need help?”

Tim frowned like that was actually a question but he couldn’t leave right now because his home wasn’t with the Bat’s. His home was the theater and Jason was right here, hurt and vulnerable laid out on the pavement behind him. He couldn’t leave him alone now—he was hurt.

But oh, god, did he want to sit down.

Tim felt his knees wobble at the thought and grit his teeth.

No, he had to be strong. He is strong, he can sit down when the case is closed and everyone of his family members is safe. Until then, he would push. He would push, and go, and hold on until he finally had the time to fall apart and it took a hell of a lot more than a bat to keep him down (Heh, a Bat).

He must have spaced out again because suddenly Batman has taken several steps closer to him and says, “Robin, are you listening? It’s time to go home.”

“But Jason-“

“Is going home, too.” Batman says firmly, taking a step towards him. “Now, let go. Let us help you both.”

Tim bit his lip.

“Robin, now.”

And that was the end of that. He couldn’t disobey a direct command by Batman of all people—of Bruce.

Tim’s knees finally did give in, collapsing under him which apparently meant go time because suddenly he wasn’t on the ground. He was being held up by Dick’s arms, just suddenly there, and Batman was down beside Hood while Robin zip tied the last baddie of the night.

“Gotcha ya.” Dick said softly, pulling him close to his chest. “We’ve got you, Baby Bird.”