#my poor heart can't do this

[cannibalhellhound]

My biggest regret over having black dogs is that I'm blind as a bat and they scare the living shit out of me every day because they just

Disappear

Because my house is dark as fuck

And the 3kg one is a funny scare because it's a big soot ball so it just hides in your shadow

But the 45kg ones are a heart attack that proceeds to tackle you when they hear you screech.

Then they lick your soul out of you because they're still babies

I'm 60kg I don't stand a chance

[sysig]

“It could be that the loss of her children drove the Queen deeper into her darker desires...but, I don’t believe she was fighting against them that hard before that particular tragedy. No monster does.” (Patreon)

Bonus:

Hmm, wonder what he could cover those holes with :3c

[sciderman]

For the event hosted on the ask blog, I am bit confused. Is it going to be a collection of our works or mostly targeted towards ask blog art work???

it's not a targeted collection or anything, no - it's a yearbook. it's a thing of love. you sign it. it's meant to be messy and unkempt - just a thing you throw together and scribble as fast as you can because lord knows that person has gotta get around the whole school with that book and get everyone to sign it.

you know, the whole thing made me dig out my own end-of-high-school yearbook - and oh, a lot of memories... so many people i'd forgotten all about. but all so familiar, too.

funny how time flies by, but some things never change...

if you're wanting to contribute something larger to it, you'll have to shoot me a message! but for the most part it's a messy, love-filled affair.

[da-proti-toku-grem]

I want y'all to know that I was listening to my jance playlist and thinking about one of my jance wips when I got the notification so yeah. I am NOT okay rn

[radioactive-cloud]

can they stop flirting for two seconds?

source: x

[eff-plays]

So now that I've figured out why Hira might go for Astarion ... I am now struggling to figure out why Astarion would go for them in the long run. Like, because he's barely his own person at this point, what are his preferences? Ya know? Beyond how they treat him, beyond the obvious, what about them is it that he likes? Ya know? "You were kind and patient and trusted me" is all well and good but that's still 1) related to him and 2) doesn't quite tap into the sense that he also wants them for himself for other reasons aside from wanting more of what they're doing for him. Ya know? Ya fucking know?

[oh-cool-a-burning-sword]

in light of the new FB event:

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

"You're so pretty."

Victoria's movements are soft, half formed, as though she'd not quite thought the action out before it started. She feels her ears heat up with embarrassment. It had been happening more often lately - moving before she can think clearly, as though dealing with two separate entities within herself, brain and heart. Perhaps Jennyanydots' amused diagnosis of "twitterpated" was not too far off the mark; there had certainly been enough reasoning to back it up.

Plato blinks, slow and confused, as though being pulled from a dream. And perhaps he was; he'd been staring at Victoria for the better part of an eternity, focused, but very clearly somewhere else. He did that sometimes - disappear somewhere she couldn't quite follow him, eyes hollow and dark. Victoria wishes she knew where he went; perhaps one day he'd tell her.

The staring, she couldn't fault, however; she'd been staring at him right back.

"What?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"Pretty," Victoria signs again, submitting to having been caught, exaggerating the movement so he'd get it. Perhaps he'd been half paying attention, and only seen the tail end. "You're very pretty."

Plato wasn't much for laughing, Victoria had come to know - smiling, yes; Plato had developed such an easy smile over the year spent with them when they could coax it out of him. Laughing, on the other paw, not particularly, though he was never able to put quite into words why that was. Perhaps he was self conscious of the way it sounded; perhaps he hadn't much in regards to a sense of humour.

Be that as it may, for some reason, that affirmation plasters bewildered scrunches between his brows and his eyes practically disappear under his eyelashes. It even gets that odd, wheezing noise he'd make when particularly amused.

The queen could only be partially annoyed and a teeny bit embarassed - he was very handsome when he smiled, afterall, one fang hanging slightly lower than the other. An in consequential flaw that did nothing, Victoria thinks, flustered, than make him even prettier.

Victoria huffs. "What's funny?"

Plato tosses the motion back haphhazardly, as though brushing the thought aside. "You're funny."

"Not funny." Victoria frowns. "I'm serious."

Plato sobers immediately, smile gone as quickly as it came - it's like a candle being blown out; a night and day difference. The temperature in the clearing seems to cool as he continues to study her. There is an undeniable feeling creeping at the back of Victoria's neck that she may have mis-stepped somewhere, but all she'd said was...

She presses on, feeling an ache begin deep in her chest. She repeats herself, motions firm. "You're very pretty."

"I am not," he says after a long moment. There is an expression on his face that is difficult to read - he does not look embarrassed or pleased, even humbly so; he almost looks as though he is about to cry.

"Yes you ar-"

"You-" he points at her firmly, cutting her off, jaw set. The motion towards her is quick and harsh as a result, unsheathing his claws in the process. He startles as she does, horrified, staring at the space that has swelled between them; he is a breath away from scratching her.

"You," He points to her again after a moment, claw carefully pulled back this time. "Are very pretty. Not me. Look." He motions to the whole of himself, as though that were enough to dissuade her feelings. It only steels her resolve further.

"You look-" she insists, touching her paw pads to the delicate skin of his cheek to demonstrate. Plato flinches as though she'd hit him in retaliation; it looks to have been a struggle for him to resist moving away, but the desire is clearly there. There is fear burning in his eyes -anger and remorse and upset - like a bird trapped in a cage of teeth, waiting for its bones to snap in on themselves after the hunter had toyed with its prey.

Victoria pulls back, tangling her paws in her lap. The ache becomes a gnawing hurt. The fear in Plato's eyes burns hotter, guilt shining just beneath the surface.

"Please." Plato sets his jaw, and the fear fizzles slowly - forcibly - last of the flame suffocated. But he does not get near her again. He is gone to that place she cannot follow. "I cannot...do not lie to me."

"I am not lying," she manages, tears at the precipice of her eyelashes. The silence grows even heavier between them

"Then," he continues at last, breath hitching eyes wide and astonished, and Victoria feels ice settle at the base of her spine. After a moment, his expression dulls again. The smile on his face returns in a flash, a plaster over a wound, but it is bitter, cool. Empty. "You are being cruel? I did not think you had it in you."

[radioghosts-freakster]

OKAY SO I FAILED A ROLL IN MY FIRST PASS OF THE MIKE HANGOUT WHERE YOU ASK 'WHO'S DEBBIE' SO I DIDN'T KNOW THE WHOLE WHOLE STORY UNTIL LAST NIGHT BUT...

Big af game spoilers down here folks 🫡

DEBBIE WAS HIS PRODUCER AND IN CHARGE OF ADVERTISING. LIKE SHE WAS A REAL CHICK IN HIS LIFE. HE LOVED HER. AND SHE WAS THE ONE WHO GAVE HIM HIS FIRST CASE OF TOXIC SLUDGE ENERGY, SHE GOT HIM ADDICTED, AND KINDA SORTA INDIRECTLY KILLED HIM??? AND RUINED HIS LIFE????

I AM JUST... DAMN. LIKE I KNEW SHE WAS IMPORTANT TO HIM (since she was the one who made - like legit sewed herself - that hat he always wears) BUT LIKE... OH MY GOD. SHE'S GONNA BE HIS CLOSURE I CAN TELL. HE HAS TO LEARN TO FORGIVE HER, BE HONEST WITH HIMSELF THAT HE STILL SORTA CARES IN SOME WAY ABOUT HER AND NEEDS TO MOVE ON. PRETTY DAMN SURE.

ALSO HOLY SHIT THIS MAKES EVERYTHING SO MUCH MORE SAD... THE WATER BOTTLE "DEBBIE" DOLL IN THE STATION, THE WAY HE PROTECTS THAT HAT WITH HIS LIFE... HE DIDN'T REMEMBER HER, BUT HE STILL REMEMBERED HER. OMFG... SOBBING RIGHT NOW AND THROWING UP

HIS HEART CLUNG TO THAT JOB, TO THAT HAT, TO THAT MEMORY, BECAUSE IT WAS THE LAST THING THAT THEY SHARED TOGETHER. SHE WAS ALL HE HAD OUTSIDE OF RADIO, SHE ACTUALLY GOT HIM THAT JOB IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND WHEN SHE LEFT HE EXPECTED HER TO COME BACK FOR HIM... BUT SHE DIDN'T...

Btw the creep who said this to Mike is gone, I kicked his ass and he disappeared like he deserves, asshole, asshole, asshole for treating MY MIKE THAT WAY 😤😤💢

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MIKE I AM GOING TO HUG YOU FOREVER AND PLASTER YOU WITH KISSES... 😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

YOU DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS

*ahem* Okay gushy rant over, hi guys I'm normal wassap :3

[twyisontheline]

Oh my, radiostatic is all i have in my mind rn so this song is now a Vox and Alastor duet for me. It is so perfect.

Alastor: On the verge of no return, why'd you keep fucking it up? Don't wanna have to bury you, but nothing seems to get through your skull One day, the only butterflies left will be in your chest As you march towards your death, breathing your last breath I hate to say, "I told you so", but look how the bruises show

Vox: Tell me, how is it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you?

Alastor: Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone

Vox: You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you

Alastor: Haunting your own house, nothing to lose

Vox: How did I let you sink your fangs so deep?

Alastor: You know you can't breathe on your own

Vox: Past the point of rescuing, why'd I keep pushing my luck?

Alastor: The hole I wore into your soul has got too big to overlook

Vox&Alastor: One day, the only butterflies left will be in our chests As we march towards our death, breathing our last breath

Vox: I thought we had a future, but we ain't got a chance in hell

Alastor: So tell me, how is it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you? Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone

Vox: You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you

Alastor: Haunting your own house, nothing to lose

Vox: I let you sink your fangs so deep, ah

Alastor: You know you can't breathe on your own How can you breathe on your own?

Vox: The sun is setting on our love, I fear Letting our loneliness out into the atmosphere The tides have turned in on our chance to turn it 'round I never thought I'd see my fingernails fall out

Alastor: Love isn't in the air, love isn't in the air

Vox: Love isn't in the air, love isn't in the air

[hauntingblue]

I have connected two dots... yamato kaido and momo (and kinda shirahoshi with her top) have clouds above their shoulders... and luffy in gear fourth has them also.... I can see the signs

[illiana-mystery]

🥹🥹🥹

[ia-nsfw]

"I want to try something out..."

[hostilecityshowdown]

i know i'm The Guy who never shuts up about people, especially modern-day professional wrestling fans with little to no awareness of pre-1980's wrestling, needing to read death of the territories. However. bodyslams in buffalo by dan murphy opens with the best overview of the entire history of professional wrestling i've found yet and, overall, it's a much shorter book that doesn't read like a textbook

this is a greatly accessible alternative for anyone who felt overwhelmed by death of the territories' scope, constant stream of factual information with little reprieve, and serious/academic overtone. bodyslams in buffalo has humour, dramatised retellings of events, and exclusive/rarely seen photos from the collections of both pro wrestling illustrated and the families of wrestlers. also: transcribed promotional posters, news articles, and advertisements! highly recommend

and don't forget to continue engaging in active boycotts, demonstrations, letter/email writing, awareness raising, and direct action in support of palestinian freedom and in opposition to the genocide of palestinians.

[da-proti-toku-grem]

joker_out_official insta story

THEY PLAYED SSOL ON THE SPANISH RADIO?? AND I DIDN'T KNOW??

[barkingangelbaby]

I feel like such a broken fucking person lol

I talked way too much in the tags don't read them