#rose child

[nicecurves]

[eliotrosechild]

Where to begin and end

a man contemplates where to begin his venture is thought compression his release to begin again repeats for sake of perfection hone process shave time

fiddler crabs die like champions

i drive all the neighborhoods gawking at all the ugly houses and write down addresses like my name is chris cringle there's money in this i have license

i drew a colorful broken mirror gold and black triangles outside a mind that has been tested a mind that has refused limitation a mind that has killed fiddler crabs

my friend likes my other friend's seed collection a pleasant and soothing observation respect given is a self honor i have similar fondness for that friend's beer collection after only three tastings

i killed so many fiddler crabs long before i knew how awful it was to be desolation i wasted whole villages of them called them retreaters children are barbarians

a child called out to me today with deep voice from his first floor window hey buddy, hey buddy i said hey buddy back his voice far too deep for a child

i remember the day i strolled silently by as one fat ugly child beat another skinny child down to the ground without mercy both the fat kid and me ignored the skinny kid’s cries and i didn't even have somewhere i really had to be

the last real walk in the clouds i took included hearing somebody spray painting the hallway

no one was there but i heard it and then i became overwhelmed by the fumes and ran out of the building and fainted on the sidewalk

nobody would help me even though i asked for help i figured i had journeyed back in time and lost the language when i could stand i looked down at the asphalt the ground became a swell of maggots the maggots were people clawing over themselves to be reborn electric glistening maggot people pulsing on Cambridge concrete

i saw heat waves rise off my body again this time instead of roses i smelled i guess it was brimstone chalky char hot in the back of my throat stinging along through my nose snipping the frequencies shy in my ear not even the city bus could i hear

yet i declared to the light of day i am a rose child come journeying to this hell come only to bear witness there's no point to report it there's no point to even remember it

who remembers or recalls the weeds on the ground they walk on every day so common a thing is common is common is not worth ink is not worth time timelessness is not worth time

when i returned to the building i had to re-teach myself the alphabet took five minutes to write 26 letters because i thought i had i had given myself lead poisoning at least that's what it felt like based on what i heard it feels like less on that and more one what i just knew was happening

soon after drove my car with a passenger who touted the merits of a nothing creed he claimed to be taoist what do i know of their creed he was my first taoist passenger also the first to say his creed is nothing

i could feel him drain my spirit or my spirit was draining while he was there and right when i felt wholly drained and taken

i saw letters on my car stereo display spell out

'here and now'

i was reborn that night by a dream i had departed had been judged and deemed worthy to return saw myself from a height walking from the judgment place on toward my body when i awoke i fixed myself a bowl of oatmeal but the water tasted like arsenic

two nights earlier i saw a face in the night's clouds i sat indian style on the sidewalk outside my apartment building thinking it would be nice if i could kill death or death could kill me now without futzing about it any longer could you kill me cloud i thought with the cloud in my eye

felt a sharp pain in the center of my crown back inside my apartment inside the bathroom before the mirror i pressed my hands to my face watching the reflection feeling energy surge and pass through me the skin on my chin and cheeks bubbled

went into my study and opened the window lit some candles, took out a black book with gold letters and read Revelations outloud until I got extremely bored

Revelations has a time and place but after a self-induced stroke, it’s a bit tiresome and unsatisfying so I closed the bible and walked away

[notyoujamie]

My children. My screams. I could not save you, little ones. Such pain. And yet, still, still I am not brave enough to die, to let go of this wretched life. I will endure, but no more babies. I cannot, will not, suffer such heartbreak again. From now on, it's me against the world.

[kyvnnie]

Guns N’ Roses (literally)

[obscenicon]

concept: kids meeting pre-game dead versions of themselves

extra: karkat with some grubkats. supposed to be his dead grubselfs too but this is just cute on its own

[hattersarts]

rewatch time

[emthimofnight]

Some sketches illustrating the relationship between my Sonadow fan kid Stellar and my Blazamy fan kid, Camellia! Having been best friends since they were small, the two of them are as close as can be! Camellia has always wished they could be even closer, though...

[anthonygaycrowley]

did y'all know that donna's husband in forest of the dead was meant to be a trans man, and they just couldn't find a way to make it explicit in-text

donna noble manages to get herself a trans family in every version of reality huh

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Nightwing."

Dick froze halfway across a rooftop, the lights and gunshots of Bludhaven disappearing in an instant. A scowl flashed across his face, teeth clenched and bared, before he forced it back. His face smoothed back out and his voice took on a pleasant, amused tone. "Slade. How did you get this frequency?"

"Nevermind that," Slade scolded. "We have more important things that need discussing, and information to be revealed."

"Is this about Constantinople?" He asked with a lilt, propping one hand on his hip. "Because I thought I told you, those geese totally counted as villains and deserved arrest--"

"I found a child vigilante. What do I do with it?"

"Ex-cuse me?" His fist clenched. "Is this a trick question?"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'what do I do with it?' You know what to do with it; you become its nemisis when their 15 and haunted them for the next decade." His voice was thinly-veiled rage. He couldn't stop himself from shaking. That poor kid, Slade has his sights set on them. He's going to torture that kid, or worse, and now I have to track Slade's trail back to wherever he found this kid--

"I can't do that! He's only eight years old!"

"What?"

"There's this eight year old meta brat running around a Mid-West town in his pajamas while adults shoot at him. There isn't a mentor in sight, and one of the kid's rogues has threatened to skin him. What. Do. I. Do?"

[hapinesbuterfiy]

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once you started seeing stanley cups all over your tiktok for you page you were hooked. you went straight to target and bought the light pink 40oz, so excited about your new cup!

today, rafe was taking you to the beach so that you would finally stop making fun of him for "not going outside". once you got the "i'm outside" text you slipped on your pink flipflops, grabbed your stanley, and made your way out the door and into rafe's car.

once you got in the car, you noticed the confused expression on his face. "why are you carrying a pink metal jug around" he questioned, eyeing the dainty pink ribbon tied around the handle.

"it's a stanley cup! they're all over my tiktok feed i had to buy it. isn't it pretty?" you chirped into his ear, looking up at him while taking a sip from the white straw sticking out the top of he cup. "what's the point? just carry around a regular water bottle like a normal person" he scoffed, a confused expression still on his face as he focused on the road.

"rafe! you're such a guy you'll never get it!" you rant, jaw dropped in disbelief over the fact he insulted your cup. "i-" he laughs, rolling his eyes at you. "just don't understand why you need that big thing, baby it's like half your size" he continues to laugh, peering over your shoulder while trying to find a spot in the crowded beach parking lot.

"i have to stay hydrated! it's cute, pink, and has a bow. what's not to like about it?" you continue, flailing your hands around as you argue with him. "s'all i'm saying is that it's impractical. 'm not carrying it either" his voice slowly drifting out as he gets out of the car walking to the trunk to retrieve your bags and beach chairs.

"but rafe! it's heavy and i have to carry my bag" you argue, giving him your best pout. he grabs the cup out of your hand, toying with the ribbon tied around the handle.

"fine, fine, fine i'll carry it. stop with the pout" he scoffs, placing his free arm around you as you walked up the beach.

[bruhsigma]

Are you his mummy

you can see other versions of this art on my insta (THIS IS NOT AN AD OF MY INSTA YOU CAN LOOK UP IF YOU WANT‼️‼️) : bruhsigma_

[nicecurves]

[bixels]

vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one ☝️ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.

[axololtls]

[nobleriver]

DOCTOR WHO | The Church on Ruby Road - Behind the Scenes

Once upon a time, late on Christmas Eve, a stranger came to the church on Ruby Road. She carried in her arms the most precious gift of all: a newborn child. A baby girl. Just before midnight, she left her daughter on the steps of the church. The child was taken in, and they named her Ruby after the place where she was found. As for the mother, she was never seen again. No one ever knew her name until that night a time traveler came to call. A traveler known as the Doctor.

[hibiishere]

I’m so happy to finally introduce the official fankids for my au, ‘20 years later’!

It’s been a long journey from January but I can now say that I have designs I am proud of :D!!