#This is not for you :)

[zinzabee]

I watched the first Spider-Man movie (2002) with my friend @countlessgifts a while ago and decided to draw up some of the things that happened during the watch as Brains & Brawn art, since we are basically these two irl. 

[c-hrona]

Angel Arm

Last week episode has me still on a chokehold and when I saw the preview of Vash and Knives meeting in the piano room, this exact scenario appeared in my head.

Having just read the "Fifth Moon" chapter of Trigun fueled the whole thing, too.

So yeah.

Will it happen? Probably not. Did I have to draw all of this anyway? Absolutely yes.

Enjoy this mess.

[wolf-tail]

In the wake of the James Somerton scandal, I'd like to remind everyone that queerness is not an excemption from being misogynistic. Anyone can be guilty of misogyny, and that includes you. Even so-called safe spaces in queerness can be rife with misogyny but people will get mad at you when you point it out.

[atlxntic-wxlf]

shout out to my fellow therians who have like a single shift every month and when they do it is the most insatiable urge to escape the clutching confines of societal pressures that want you to be the most average human ever. Something of a carnal urge that has rooted your soul to where you're meant to be.

[albertbreasker]

doomed by the narrative; a man who truly believes he’s above fate. that somehow, someway he’ll find a way to outclass, to outsmart, to outlive fates cruel plans for him- bestowed upon him the courage, the will, the resolve to do no wrong. yet still, still he manages. he’s wrong, he’s wrong, he’s wrong, he’s wrong! He’s guilty and will never be forgiven. Doomed to always repeat the past- to never learn from his shortcomings, to never find a way to make peace with himself and the world around him. he was born a blessed child and will die one of woe. a tragedy that repeats itself ad nauseum. forever and always.

Dazzled, Precise, Anna de Noailles / A Lot To Be Mad About, Kiki Nicole / Unknown / Plainwater: Essays and Poetry, Anne Carson / Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords (2004) / Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston / Descend, Keaton St. James / 25th Year of Marriage, It Goes On, Alicia Ostriker / Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords (2004) / Cut, Caitlyn Siehl / Ad Nauseum, N

[fbfh]

I wanna sit on Billy's lap and hold him so tight and scratch his back. I wanna press kisses to his cheek and tell him everything is going to be okay until that really sinks in. he can feel himself breaking, bursting like a dam. You hold him tighter and reassure him that it's okay to fall apart, because you've got him. he has a support system in you now, you're just so sorry he didn't have one before. he squeezes you tighter, gripping your shirt for dear life. he's shaking as the first muffled sob escapes into your neck.

"shh... it's okay. just let it out, I've got you."

everything about you makes his chest squeeze and stomach twist and he thinks if he starts crying he'll never stop, and that's what it feels like for a really long time. but eventually his eyes run dry. and you're still there. you continue to rub his back and pet his hair in that soothing way of yours while you talk him through everything. he finally pulls away, completely fatigued and terrfied of what you'll do if you see him like this. you brush his tears away and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, pulling him into another embrace. he squeezes you so tight. he doesn't think anyone has ever stayed with him this long. he doesn't want you to go. you reassure him that you won't, and you'll tell him as many times as he needs to hear it until he knows it.

[scatmaan]

fake monster fuckers do NOT interact

[monster-loverr]

I’ve posted it as a chapter from my oneshot book Skeleboners:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33895999/chapters/111309160#workskin

You can probably tell it by the title, but it’s the second story.

@jjaydazo​ I did it!

[bizarremachinist]

Mechanical Vibrations #1

Oscillatory motion

Systems come in 2 flavors, free vibration and forced vibration.

Free vibration: The thing is left on its own to vibrate

Forced vibration: It's being forced to vibrate like by a motor or pushing it

The number of variables needed to fully describe the position of the system will be useful later on, but it's pretty simple. Mentally jiggly a part of the system and see how many unique directions it's allowed to move in without effecting other directions. Typically, if it moves in straight lines, X, Y, and/or Z is most useful. If it rotates, polar coordinates are most useful where it's measured as an angle, and a radius from the center of rotation

Fantastic, we now know the types of wiggling and that things move in a combination of unique directions. Now lets trace the path of something vibrating. Look at that wave. As per the standard sine wave junk, we can adjust how fast it rotates by multiplying the thing in the sin function (omega), adjust when it starts by adding to the thing in the sin function (psi), and adjust the height by multiplying the whole thing (A). Though to be honest, we're hardly if ever going to need psi (it'll basically always be equal to 0. That makes things easier)

From here, the book I'm going off babbles on few pages talking about complex conjugates, Fourier series, RMS, and decibels, but I'll be honest, we don't care about that rn. If they become useful, I'll talk about them, but for now these are the tools we need to move on.

Post credits scene

So, this series of posts is meant to help me learn more about the subject. Aptly named "This is not for you", it's for me. I'm more than happy to read or reply to comments and questions, but at heart, I need to fully understand this, and this will hopefully achieve that. If I make a mistake, correct me. If it feels like these posts get more and more incomprehensible, and the art style constantly shifts, this is why.

Thank you for reading

[tonitheloftwing]

anyways so guess who recently got diagnosed with DID

[zinzabee]

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Guess who watched #SpidermanNoWayHome with @countlessgifts this past weekend and got emotionally wrecked?  

I return with the Brains n Brawn content based on stuff Count & I do 

[bbonsai3321]

Disscooorrddd Serrrrverrrr

The House of Leaves Discord server! Discuss the novel, contribute to its Wiki, crack codes, & more. Thank you @johnnystruant for all the help. Link on my profile 🙃

[wolf-tail]

The fact that women are expected to be "kind and understanding" to men who fall down alt-right pipelines is repulsively misogynistic. Women are allowed to be angry and show no pity to the ones who wish to do them nothing but harm. It's very telling that so many of you expect us to be nurturing to men who literally see us as property. We're not here to "fix" rape apologists by being nice to them. We're allowed to hate their guts.

[sarcasticcookie]

[bonesandquills]

So I've read pink ice about 17 times now and i love you're writing and like desperately need like heart shattering soul crushing wilford angst like maybe wilford having an episode and accidentally shoots and kills reader?

Let’s celebrate my first official ask with some trauma ;)

Trigger Warning: Major Character Death, Suicidal Themes

Was It My Fault?

Wilford Warfstache x Reader

He held the gun, the well worn metal pieces clinking softly as his hand shook.

It clicked as he spun the chamber, and he stared, transfixed, at the rotating metal. When it came to a stop, he held it up to his head and pulled the trigger.

The hammer struck with a hollow click. Another empty.

So far, this game of roulette was proving rather boring.

If anyone had been in the room in that moment, the maddened look in his eyes would have sent shivers down their spine.

His grin seemed stretched too wide, his hair was messy and falling over his cold, empty brown eyes.

He spun the chamber again, and pressed the cool metal barrel to his temple. He felt his heart race, a feeling that was lost to him most times. The coolness was comforting. Like an old friend.

And old friend….

Suddenly, there came a soft knock on the door. The sound was enough to snap Wilford out of his stupor. The life returned to his eyes, and he sat up a little straighter. You must have come home.

He shoved the gun under the pillow of his bed and ran a hand through his untidy pink hair to straighten it.

He went over to the heavy manor door and pulled it open, barely giving you time to say hello before he drew you into a backbreaking hug.

“Mmf-! Hello, Wil.”

You smiled and hugged the broad-chested man back the best you could from your place in his arms. Wilford, when it came to your relationship, was clingy and very, very sweet. Almost like cotton candy.

Though you knew how dangerous he could really be. You were confident, however, that he would never hurt you.

Finally, the bubbly man let you go, his smile turning up the corners of his pink mustache. Though your feet were back on the ground, his arms never left your waist.

“Hello, gumdrop!” He chattered excitedly. “You’re finally home!”

You laughed slightly. “Yes, Wil, I’m home.”

He leaned down and gave you a long kiss, which you accepted gladly. He tasted sweet, like bubblegum.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the room, closing the door behind him, never breaking the kiss.

He loved you, there was no doubt about that to him. More, he thought, than he had loved Celine. Though his heart suddenly ached at the thought of her, it was quickly dispelled by the feeling of you against him. You were the only other thing since the… accident that could make his heart race. That and his trusty pistol.

You gently pulled back from the kiss to catch your breath, laughing quietly. Wilford often forgot that you were mortal, and needed to breathe.

He responded with a low chuckle, and buried his face into your shoulder. His mustache tickled your skin, and you laughed, trying to push him off you.

Sensing your efforts, he simply went limp. The sudden weight on you made you collapse backwards onto the bed, with him on top of you. You laughed more, and he shot you a wide grin.

“Falling for me already?”

“Shut up,” you huffed, then shifted to sit up. As you did, however, the pillow moved from its place. You stiffened as you caught sight of the gun’s handle, and the mood quickly darkened.

You looked back and Wil, stern with narrowed eyes. “…You’ve been playing roulette again.”

Before he could answer, you grabbed the gun and rolled out from under him, dashing to the other side of the room.

He looked at you with worried eyes, his brain beginning to fog. With the gun out of his hands, and old memory began to surface.

“Worthless,” Celine said, holding his gun and staring at him with angry eyes. “Absolutely worthless. You were supposed to be with Mark, and instead you’re out hunting…”

She tossed the weapon to one side, and he winced at the clattering sound it made against the solid oak floor. “I could have been found out! My marriage, my position, my status… I thought you cared about me! You almost ruined me!”

It was always ‘me’. Never ‘us’. Never ‘we’.

Always about her.

He felt the anger start to build. Celine had ruined him, taken his brothers’ trust from him, made him out to be the bad guy…

And as he looked back at you, he didn’t see you at all.

He saw Celine.

Celine stood in front of him, her veil over her eyes and his gun in her hand. Rage flared up inside of him.

“Bitch,” he sneered. “You took everything from me.”

You tensed slightly at the tone, the word stinging a bit. You decided to ignore it and try to calm him down.

“Wilford… take a deep breath…”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” He snapped, striding closer to you, his fists balled in anger. “Everything would have been fine if I’d never gotten involved with you and your freeloading!”

You felt tears start to prick your eyes. You didn’t understand, everything a second ago had seemed just fine.

As he got closer, you tried to stand up straighter, to look stern.

He leaned closer to you and tried hard not to flinch. His tone was dripping with malice as he spoke again.

“I fucking hate you.”

You had tears running down your face now. You didn’t even flinch as Wilford grabbed the gun from your hand and pointed it at you.

There was the sound of gunfire, and everything went dark.

Wilford watched you fall, blood pooling from the hole in your chest. But something was off…

It wasn’t Celine who fell, it was you.

His eyes widened, and he caught you before you fell, getting soaking his shirt in blood, the crimson standing out against the pink.

“No…. No, gumdrop, please…. Please.”

You didn’t respond.

He snapped then.

Everything faded together. He clung to you, soaked in your blood. He stared at your glassy eyes for a moment before he started to laugh, tears streaming down his own face.

“Ah, cupcake… you always knew how to play a good joke. Heh… Cmon, sweetheart… wake up, you got me.”

He held you until you turned cold, his sobbing laughs echoing through the manor.

[gottagobuycheese]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Sooyoung & Yoo Mia Characters: Han Sooyoung, Yoo Mia Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Han Sooyoung & Yoo Joonghyuk (background), Han Sooyoung & Kim Dokja (background), Hurt/Comfort, it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a fic penned by AO3 user gottagobuycheese in the throes of a new fandom, must be in want of a grocery scene, rated T for tears, (and HSY's potty mouth), Omniscient Reader Epilogue Spoilers Summary:

“Look, I’m sorry, kid,” she says, pausing in her typing to throw what she hopes is an apologetic glance Mia’s way, “but I’ve really got to finish this chapter, okay? I’m already behind as it is.”

She’s halfway back to her laptop when Mia delivers the killing blow: “Oppa said you would take care of me.”

(Alternatively: a day in the newly established Han Sooyoung-Yoo Mia household.)