#but it isn't

[nerdpoe]

So like...Sam's Liminal. Definitely Liminal. She's also very pretty. Constantine's a little tipsy, but he's very, very sure he just accidentally sat next to a Fae at the bar.

Heavily influenced by certain lines in Inferno, buttttt

Sam's a very pretty young woman. Beautiful smile (with too sharp teeth), lovely eyes (but they're a little too wide, a little too bright), fantastic skin (unnaturally pale, suspiciously cold), and a very pretty face (perfectly symmetrical)-first glance anyone who leans towards women would get instant butterflies in the stomach.

But Constantine's been around danger enough to recognize those aren't butterflies.

That's fear.

There's a deep, instinctual fear that is telling him he has to run.

Just as he's about to leave, though, her hand rests itself on his arm.

"Leaving so soon, Hellblazer? And here I thought you'd want to take a look at this...interesting contract I found."

Ah. Shit.

He sits back down, next to the Unseelie Fae who, apparently, owns part of his soul.

Sam, for her part, just wants to scare the idiot straight so he'll stop making work for Danny. (Danny's days are almost nothing but fielding complaints about Constantine and he's so fucking close to hunting the man down himself).

[katy-l-wood]

I am reading a paper for my disasters in film class that is, supposedly, about myths in disaster films and. Y'all. I have so much fucking beef with the people who wrote this paper. And I'm only halfway through it.

I'm getting the urge to look up this journal and send in an official rebuttal because you are all SO WRONG.

[chaoss-incarnate]

*talking about killing a man*

francis: yes, such a shame, i feel bad

henry: of course, but i don't feel so bad that i want to take responsibility for it

francis: oh of course *chugs whiskey* not that bad at all

[oozedninjas]

How dare Leonardo have such ravishing eyes?!? He has absolutely NO RIGHT!! NONE!!! I'm so offended to be this bewitched by a mutant turtle gaze.

[horreurscopes]

four days ago on monday my (radical queer black) therapist told me they were an adult when 9/11 happened, and not only is the current zionist propaganda being pushed by the united states the exact same playbook, but they said it was "hundreds of times more intense" due to social media. they said it was surreal to experience it again. i said being overwhelmed with feeling makes me feel like i'm making it about me, someone with no ties to the middle east. they said it's the most natural, human thing to experience horror and grief when being made to witnesses a holocaust of innocent people.

three months from turning 30 i thought i knew everything there is to know about the evils of the world, and yet i find myself surprised to realize there was still a last sliver of innocence within me left to lose. history will remember the short-lived american empire as the single most sadistic, brutal, barbaric, monstruous and bloodthirsty sovereign state to ever plague our species, and i can only hope to live long enough to see it burn to the ground. هي فلسطين من النهر إلى البحر

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "Where is the night fair?"

Yoko: "It's in town"

Wednesday: "What's the quickest way to get there?"

Thing: *signs to Yoko* "On Cupid's wings"

[ere-na]

Guys it's been over 20min why no one's giffing this very inappropriate JO ig story yet? 😩

[jeysuso]

[naturestarstruck]

Give me your meat Sanji!

- Monkey D. Luffy

[dnfery]

the way i'm feeling now is the way i felt finding out george got his visa and when he landed and when he dropped the meeting dream video ... all because i saw a singular picture of him like wow it's bad but also the most wonderful thing in the world

[bluarlequinno]

The funniest thing for me about Ennard is that they are treated like a dude and as he as his own individual character and a male character at that, but essentially they are 90% not a he at all, I mean Ennard is composed by she/hers and they/thems and somehow Ennard is characterized in the fandom as a he

Like Circus baby is essentially Ennard for the most part given she has the control over the body for mostly so ennard is just a really fucked up stand by body of circus baby, which means she is also Elizabeth Afton, like dude Elizabeth Afton IS Ennard alongside the rest of the fun times and ballora, but they don't really control ennard

It's so funny to me the collective vision the fandom has of ennard and just remembering technically ennard is an 8 year old girl or smt along that age

[saltpepperbeard]

anyone else in a complete and utter daze l m a o

[mysticfemme]

I miss her so fucking much I hate this

[starrycassi]

I, being all neurodivergent and shit, got bored in a store while my mom was busy trying to shop god knows what, and started arranging the shelves.

I also did it because a lot of kids were messing with them and I love kids but I hate when they're left unsupervised to do stuff like that. One was even getting out of the store while her mother screamed for her. I stopped her because, well, I love kids and she wasn't older than, like, five.

Whatever, I arranged for almost an hour, I think. I was into it. I've worked in customer service, I knew where things were supposed to go, whatever. When I finally hear my mother's call (like, two hours later, what was she even doing?) and look up, there's at least five employees looking at me like my hair has turned a bold shade of bright neon green and horns are growing out of my scalp. I smile at them. They look bewildered. I go and reunite with my mother (she was shopping for Christmas gifts. We don't even really celebrate Christmas in my country?)

While we're checking out, one of the previous workers approaches me and gives me, like, five of those small testing tubes of lipstick and tells the cashier that I can have them, they're a gift.

I leave, carrying what felt like a sack of potatoes and fifteen bricks. Two of them hurry to help me and walk us to our car, and smile a lot at me. I smile back. My mom does, too, even if somewhat confused.

So, the message here is, be kind and help people, and people will be kind and help you back. I think. I just wanted to share, but let's give it a meaning.

[tolbachik]

sorry for being so angry tonight. a better world is possible, we have the engineers, the knowledge, and the power to do it. but our world is driven by a greed and hatred unlike any other, one that sucks the soul out of us all.

we can live lives filled with peace, love, and relative comfort but it's been decided for us that we can't. we can uncover the secrets of our world and universe, but we only chose to do so when it's profitable.

there are so many amazing, wonderful, beautiful people on this world. so many vibrant cultures, so much love, so many hopes and dreams. but the west takes it all. capitalism takes more than the world can provide, pushes people into poverty and slavery, all so only a few can play with us all as mere toys and have dick waving competitions.

we're turned against each other, we're told others are savage and inhuman, that they're just a number, just a percentage point. they play god, and as one that is filled with nothing but vengeance and rage. one that only seeks to punish and hoard all that there is, until there isn't anything else anymore. we could've made such a beautiful world for ourselves by this point if a few key things had gone through, but greed and hatred was won time and time again.

my only hope is that we can finally start to push this horrid system into the fire, and we can truly start to set things right. for all its failings, i think the internet has really started to bring us together. i just want people to live and be happy. i want everyone to be able to follow their dreams and feel love. i really hope we can reach that point someday.

[ofduskanddreams]

Plz share the snippet!!!

from: “cold hard ground/oh how the mighty fall” a wip

— — —

She laughed, but it didn’t sound funny.

She said, “I used to think it was cute—how overprotective you were. I used to think it was because you loved me.”

“I do love you.”

Another of those odd laughs echoed off the wall. “You think you love me, but can you even tell me what that means, Az? I don’t think you can. I think you love the idea of me and the idea of loving me but that’s all it is.”

He said, “What do you mean? Of course, I love you.” Because what else could this be?

And she said, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Then, “I’m leaving.” And, “Oh, if you do ever figure it out—don’t come looking for me.”

He stood there unmoving. She paused before the door, fiddling with something in her hands. She turned around and slapped a key onto the little table just inside the door that she’d helped him pick out at an estate sale one weekend a year ago.

She sighed. “I had such hopes for you, Az, for us, for what this could have been but I couldn’t keep waiting for you to trust me, for you to trust yourself enough to figure your shit out so we—this—could have a chance.” She said, “It’s been three years. I tried. I tried, but you didn’t and I’m done.”

The door swung open, then it closed. The reverberation hit low.