#or yeah

[sombritas-des]

Body count

Remember that weird story i told you i forgot what was about..well... this was just a weird idea so...enjoy? --

Its been a harsh day for both, who would have thought the underwound side of the barren hills holds such horrors,from underground labs with deadly machinery,  walls decorated with containment pods that hold multiple specimens and many things that wanted both dead. Beheaded in the heat of the battle had lost their current vessel although multiple corpses were on the ground they somehow managed to get the worst one. Drifter nose kept wrinkling all the way back to the entrance, even covered by the face mask the smell was something uncomfortable.

The Beheaded raises a shoulder, their expression playful. "everything alright?” beheaded signed “ You seem uncomfortable, Drifter."

The Drifter's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze flicking away. "I'm fine. Just...getting used to the new you."

The Beheaded's signs flash with amusement. "Ah, but that's the thing - I'm still me. You're just noticing the packaging."

The Drifter's expression softens, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Guess you're right. You're still the same reckless, stubborn...one I've grown accustomed to."

The Beheaded's signs warm with affection. "And you're still the same worried, cautious... I've grown fond of."

As they continue to traverse the treacherous way back beheaded kept noticing the small details about Drifter discomfort.The Beheaded eye land on the pod, and their gaze lingers on the preserved body within. They can't resist a sly comment, knowing the Drifter's unease with deceased hosts.

"Fine, you win. I'll take this one," the Beheaded signs, pointing at the pod.

The Drifter's eyebrow shoots up, confusion etched on his face. "What? No, Beheaded, we don't need—"

The Beheaded's signs cut him off, their tone playful. "Oh, come on. This one's in better condition than my current...fragrant vessel."

The Drifter's expression turns wry, knowing the Beheaded's current body does have a rather...pungent aroma. He shakes his head, resigned.

"Suit yourself. But don't say I didn't warn you."

The Beheaded's signs flash with excitement as they approach the pod, their inner essence already reaching out to claim the new host. The Drifter watches, a mix of amusement and trepidation on his face, knowing that the Beheaded's antics will never cease to surprise him.

The Beheaded's bow fires a precise shot, shattering the pod's glass and striking right in the eye of the preserved body within. The fatal blow is swift and merciful, and the Beheaded's homunculus form leaps from their current host, leaving the worn-out body to crumple to the ground.

With an ethereal glow, the Beheaded essence navigates the corner of the pod, homing in on the new vessel. They enter through the arrow wound, their form dissolving into the body's systems.

The Drifter watches, a familiar mixture of awe and unease, as the Beheaded essence integrates with the new host. The body twitches, muscles flexing as the Beheaded presence takes hold.

As the Beheaded's eye flicker back to life, their new body rises, the movements are slow at first, legs scrambling as they leave the pod, they stood up towering slightly over the Drifter. Their eye gleam with a mischievous spark, and their voice is low and smooth.

"Ah, much better. This one will do nicely."

The Drifter shakes his head, a wry smile on his face. "You and your taste for the dramatic, Beheaded."

The Beheaded's eye flash with amusement, their new body stretching, testing its limits. "Hey, when you've got a reputation for recklessness, you've got to maintain it."

The Beheaded continues to taunt and tease the Drifter, their body language flashing with mischief as they gather their clothes from the previous host. They hold up a shirt, examining it with a critical eye.

"Ah, looks like I'll need to get this tailored. This new body is a bit more... substantial than the last."

The Drifter can't help but notice the similarities between the Beheaded's new vessel and their own physique. Same race, similar build, but the Beheaded's new body is taller and more athletic.

The Drifter's eyes flicker with a mix of emotions - unease, curiosity, and a hint of envy. They quickly look away, clearing their throat.

"Yeah, well, let's just get out of here. We've got what we came for."

The Beheaded grins, their eye flashing with amusement. "Oh, come on, Drifter. Don't be shy. Admit it, this new body is an upgrade."

The Drifter's face remains stoic, but a hint of color rises to their cheeks. "Just move, Beheaded." drifter spoke as he simply re-adjust the cloth on his face.

With a chuckle, the Beheaded follows the Drifter, their new body moving with a fluid grace that's hard to ignore. As they exit the lab, the Beheaded can't resist one final tease.

"Hey, Drifter? You can be my tailor. I'm sure you'll love getting up close and personal with this new body." The Drifter's facepalms, a deep grunt escaping his lips as he tries to hide his embarrassment. "Let's just leave," he mutters, his voice muffled by his hand.

The Beheaded chuckles echo through the lab, their amusement trailing behind them like a shadow. "Oh, this is priceless! Drifter,you have to see your face, I'll have to remember that one!"

As they approached the entrance, the Drifter quickened his pace, eager to escape the lab and the Beheaded teasing. The Beheaded follows, their new body moving with a confident stride, their antics still flashing with mirth.

"Come on, Drifter! Don't be so serious! I'm just trying to break the tension!"

The Drifter pushes through the doors, revealing a bright, sunlit world outside. He takes a deep breath, feeling the warm air fill his lungs, and strides forward, leaving the lab and the Beheaded's jokes behind.

But the Beheaded is hot on their heels, their chuckles and words still echoing through the air. "Oh, this is far from over, Drifter! "

Drifter at some point had enough of beheaded antics, without a words he swiftly grabs both of the Beheaded's hands, gently but firmly, to halt their signing and teasing. The Beheaded eye sparkle with amusement, but they don't resist, enjoying the rare moment of physical contact.

With his free hand, the Drifter taps on the Holo screen of their drone, programming the teleportation coordinates to the town. The drone's screen flickers to life, displaying the familiar interface.

The Beheaded's signs falter, their hands still clasped in the Drifter's, as they gaze up at him with a hint of surprise and curiosity. For a moment, their usual antics are forgotten, replaced by a glimmer of connection.

The Drifter's eyes meet the Beheaded's, a fleeting sense of understanding passing between them. Then, the world around them dissolves into a swirl of colors, and they vanish into the teleportation sequence, leaving the lab and its secrets behind. As the teleportation ended they both simply strolled back to the guardians base,drifter hand kept the beheaded’s at bay,beheaded waited until they both entered the secure space of the guardians base as they let drifter sink into the revelation. “Did you realize I don't need those to communicate anymore, right?” beheaded asked with a teasing voice.

Drifter eyes met the beheaded’s as he had enough “ Beheaded could you please just shut your mout-” Drifter stopped mid sentence as his brain stopped with the realization, he looked at beheaded once again.This time for good.

A head, beheaded has a head. Besides the still raw empty eye socket the head was alright, no fire or that intense light that always stare at the drifter. Beheaded simply looked back at him, a mocking smile playing on their lips.

This was new…oddly new, but at the same time…it was interesting --- Yeah this came randomly i remember now, dunno what triggered but dunno in my brain it made sense at the time. Now it feels wonky but part of me just wanted to share it so yeah, tell me if it feels weird...dunno uugh (this might be gone at some point)

[anais-mirliaz]

frolicking with mama :)

[hug-your-face]

via @swatercolour here on Tumblr and also on [insta]

EDIT: I do not interpret "just managing" as "just suffering, just enduring, curling into a fetal position and waiting for it to be over." Managing is an active process.

So I'm using this post as a platform to make the reminder that "the power of the people is greater than the people in power," and we all are cordially invited to:

Take good care of ourselves. Mental, physical, emotional health. Hydrate. Move if we can, get outside if we can.

Keep up a routine. Remember quarantine and we all had to find a routine? This is the same.

Be intentional in our news consumption. Let's not stick our heads in the sand but let's not doomscroll either. Get an RSS aggregator. Subscribe to WTF Just Happened Today, Yoour Local Epidemiologist, Fix The News (for some inspiring hopeful news!). We'll check our feeds a few times a week, but no more than once a day.

Connect with friends and loved ones. Remind ourselves that while SOME people are horrible, for the most part people are awesome... if complicated. Share our fears but also our hopes. Eat together.

Now that we're keeping healthy, safe, sane, and hopeful... now we also fight. Quietly if we prefer, loudly if we prefer. But sustainably. I hate that I had to live through three rounds of this nonsense where a few people use half of us as tools to fuck over ALL of us, but here we are again. So let us take just one moment every week or so to...

Use 5calls to keep blowing up our reps phones. Tell them to either break ranks with the Orange Administration, or to stand up louder than just matching outfits and signs. Or to THANK them for standing up.

Use Vote411 to find elections before the midterms. A lot of villages, cities, townships etc have local elections that will affect where we live... and more importantly, the people in office there will affect things upwards too.

Use Ballotpedia to know exactly what's on our ballots ahead of time.

Protest, because it actually works.

Use Vote.org to make a plan to vote in the midterms. Make a plan that is immune to voter suppression tactics. Get our documents in order. Reach out to our friends to go to the polls as a group. Plan to livestream our visit, up until the point we have to turn our cameras off.

Make and share memes that promote hope, organizing, solidarity, and/or resistance.

Get involved with an action network like Indivisible, MoveOn, or Working Families Party.

Go to a local town hall meeting. Speak up.

Heck, start our own local activism networks, letter campaigns, call campaigns, or fundraisers with Action Network.

And we will remember our self-care. We will remind ourselves and each other that they want us scattered, focus is how we resist.

It IS coming back. Things ARE going to get worse. The world has become a place where a very few people are pulling levers and pushing buttons that are actively destroying much of what is good about living in a society where people care for each other.

Many others are in shock, sputtering "but can they do that?" MANY many others are waiting for someone to come save us.

But there are those who are actively, loudly, opposing.

And there are more people speaking up, acting up, every day. More people saying it's time to get scrappy. It's time to get into some good trouble. The shock is wearing off.

Yes, it's gonna get worse before it gets better (the long-term damage of the acts of the past momentum of all the damage that has been done will take that long to be felt -- but it WILL get better.

If WE will it.

[lovely-v]

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

[teaboot]

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

[scribefindegil]

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

[drizzledrawings]

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

[thankstothe]

folk hero really

[kazisonline]

All I'm saying is Jayce Talis is a bisexual polyamorous man who has a type and that type is just, Higher Beings. His type is just Jesus Christ. Bro straight up wants to fuck God

Edit: damn bisexuals found this post hello y'all hope you have a nice day the post reached its target audience

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

I'm a simple bitch. i believe the purpose of government should be to improve the lives of its citizens and protect its most vulnerable members. unfortunately i live in a day and age where this gets me labeled an enemy of the state

[modernchemical]

watching death note with my family and after the college entrance episode my mom asked offhandedly if anyone had ever pictured L and light as a couple before. it felt like one single white dove had landed on a crystalline lake in a beautiful pure clearing. no i dont think anyones ever thought of that before

[stafsar]

my muse and I

[jue-jack]

Kirby is a star!!!

[mushiver]

I know what you're all definitely thinking. What if everyone from Gravity Falls was a chair. Well, I was bored enough at 3am to think about that too

Edit: part 2

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.